"Squeak! Creak! ”

The dense stone carved runes, mixed with countless strange symbols, slowly rotated along a certain mysterious trajectory, and the old man sat on the Tai Chi pattern in the middle, contrary to the direction of the rune flow, slowly turning in the opposite direction, looking up at the sky, and speaking loudly;

"The avenue is invisible! Heaven and earth have elephants! The stars are circulating! Creation looms! With my heart! Eyes of Huigo! The mystery of stargazing! Peep at the change! Haste as a law! Chi! ”

Above thousands of feet in the sky, among the stars in the sky, the stars of the heavens and the stars are running silently along the complex and mysterious trajectories, falling in the eyes of the old man, but it is a different scene.

"Buzz!"

The vicissitudes of life but not cloudy eyes, flashing with a looming white divine light, the ten fingers of both hands quickly pinched, through the transformation of the star map to deduce and calculate, as if to take this opportunity to spy on some kind of heaven and earth mysteries, and then get a glimpse of some kind of heavenly secret!

"Whew! Shout! Shout! ...”

A meteor shower suddenly appeared, dragging a long flame tail, instantly dispersing the complete star map image, disrupting the trajectory of the heavens and stars, causing a huge chain reaction, but strangely did not hit any stars, as if it was the handiwork of the gods;

"Poof!"

The old man only felt a tingling pain in his eyes, and suddenly as if he had been hit hard, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the divine light in his eyes instantly dissipated, leaving a bleak and no more brilliance;

"Alas!"

The old man sighed lightly, he couldn't even wipe the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, his vicissitudes of life swept over the eight pillars of light on the edge of the boulder in turn, and he quickly calculated with ten fingers, his brows were wrinkled tighter and tighter, and fine sweat appeared on the old face, silently more and more;

"Buzz!"

Below the eight pillars of light, there are eight huge characters engraved respectively, the font is simple, the strokes are mysterious, it seems to be an ancient pictograph, filled with the vicissitudes of the years, in order: Kun, Gen, Kan, Xun, Zhen, Dui, Li, Qian, corresponding to the position of the innate gossip;

Eight pillars of light rising to the sky, shining with brilliant brilliance in the dark night, coincide with the position of the eight trigrams, corresponding: heaven, earth, water, fire, mountain, ze, wind, thunder, eight kinds of hexagrams, showing white, black, blue, red, blue, purple, gray, yellow, eight kinds of dazzling;

"The stars are chaotic, the heavens are unpredictable, chaotic, and lonely!"

The old man suddenly stopped calculating, and the eight pillars of light dissipated and returned to invisibility, the old man whispered softly in a gloomy tone, and then struggled to stand up, his white robe was covered with red bloodstains, but he didn't care at all, turned around and staggered away;

"Click!"

The sound of the mechanism turning sounded, and a stone door suddenly parted on both sides, and the old man walked into it quietly with his hands behind his back;

"Welcome to the valley master! ...”

In the brightly lit hall, as the figure of the old man appeared, two green voices sounded, and the words were full of respect and respect;

"Hmm!"

The old man responded softly, and walked forward without stopping, and the two Taoist boys who bowed down to salute only straightened up after the white figure floated in front of them, and lowered their heads slightly without squinting, looking at the footprints left by the old man, and followed the old man step by step;

"Qiqi Valley Lord, the Qingyi Pavilion Lord has been waiting in the Heart Cultivation Hall for a long time!"

When the three of them reached a fork in the road, a Taoist boy reciprocated respectfully;

"Hmm!"

The old man replied softly, turned and walked to the path to the left, staring indifferently at a quaint palace at the end of the path;

"Disciple Qingshan, meet the master!"

Just when the three of them walked to the door of the main hall, the people in the hall seemed to sense, and a white-clothed figure floated out, bowing down to greet the old man;

"Excuse me!"

The old man waved his noncommittal sleeves, and his footsteps kept entering the main hall, the green shirt followed with him, and the two Taoist boys stopped moving, standing on both sides of the main hall, standing with their hands down, waiting to be called;

In the simple hall, thousands of lights bloom brightly, like a sky full of stars, in the middle of an altar, but the enshrinement is not a statue of the god, but three simple vicissitudes of hieroglyphs: sky! Earth! Road! On the altar, there are offerings such as melons, fruits, and vegetable cakes, and a stove of incense is ethereal;

"How's it going?"

The old man put on the incense respectfully, then turned around and sat on the futon under the altar, with a hint of concern in his indifferent tone;

"With Master Lao's concern, the disciple is all right!"

Qingyi bowed in response, and when he got up, he saw the red plums on the old man's white robe, and suddenly gave birth to a shocking feeling, and there was a trace of distress and unbearability in the words of concern and inquiry, with a little self-blame and remorse;

"Master! As peace as today! There are very few evil things such as demons and monsters, why should you worry about the sky for nothing, worry day and night about the unfounded rumors, the disciple implores the master, take care of your body! ”

Tsing Yi bowed to the old man, his words were sincere and sincere, but he secretly doubted in his heart, he sensed that he was injured from the old man's breath, but he couldn't guess that with the old man's cultivation and magical powers, what else in this world could hurt him;

"It doesn't matter! At that time, the senior cultivated as a Tongxuan, and deliberately appeared to point out, how could it be a vain statement, besides, the reason why the teacher was injured was precisely because he spied a trace of suspicion and was injured by the power of the operation of the Heavenly Dao, this is a Dao injury, and he will be healed in the south for life! ”

The old man waved his hand lightly, and spoke in a serious and sad voice;

"What?"

Tsing Yi was shocked when he heard this, and quickly took two steps forward under the shock of his heart, and asked in a disbelieving voice;

"Dao wounds? Master! With your cultivation, you will be injured by the Heavenly Dao, could it be you..."

The old man smiled when he heard this, and explained quite self-deprecatingly;

"There is no need to speculate, the teacher did not use the forbidden technique, and this retreat was able to get a glimpse of the change of heaven, which is purely accidental, and fortunately, otherwise, the teacher will probably die!"

Tsing Yi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and asked in disbelief;

"Master! In that case, that senior once said that the disciple only had twenty-one years of the life of the pavilion master, could it be that one day it would come true? ”

The old man frowned slightly when he heard this, and responded in a solemn voice, dispelling Tsing Yi's doubts on the spot;

"I can't be wrong to think about it, now you have been the pavilion master for three years, coinciding with the chaos of Tianji, in view of this, for the master to order you to go down the mountain immediately, starting with tomorrow, on the day of the consummation of the number of truths, accept a disciple of the number of truths, and after eighteen years, pass on the position of Tianji Pavilion to him!"

Hearing this, Tsing Yi bowed down and saluted, and gladly accepted the order without hesitation;

"Disciple obeys! It's just that this disciple who has been born for less than eighty-one days, what is the use of accepting it? ”

Tsing Yi asked softly, and at the same time remembered the so-called senior, and said, "Fellow Daoist, please stay!" ", and "Poor Road has something important to tell you!" "The old man Tianxuan, who hurt his master, was worried about the years of Yijiazi. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info