The clouds and mist on Zhongnan Mountain, even if the sun shines, it seems to be trying to penetrate the clouds, but it has no effect; The cloud of smoke seemed to be under a spell, dense and terrifying, as if something strange was hidden.

It's hard to see five steps away, and who knows if there will be any tigers and leopards inside? The woodcutter peasants did not dare to go up the mountain for the past few days, for fear that their lives would be buried here.

A few days ago, the "King of Wei" Cao Pi passed by here, saying that he wanted to resist Liu Bei's Northern Expedition army; Although his ability is not as good as his Lao Tzu, after all, there are still 100,000 troops, and it is really difficult to say clearly whether he wins or loses.

Zhongnan Mountain has always been a famous cultural mountain, known as the world's first blessed land, I don't know when it was crowned with the name of Xianshan. I saw that the sun was finally in the south, the bright moon was rising, and the soft moonlight finally broke through the heavy shackles, causing the fog to disperse a little, but it was only a moment before it returned to the same as before.

At that moment, I seemed to see someone on the top of the mountain.

"Master has something important to deal with, so he sent me to Zhongnan Mountain, saying that he wanted to meet an ancestor, but I didn't expect it to be you, the senior......"

It was a hoarse voice who spoke, and for some reason gave people the feeling of being young, but seeing the faint white whiskers in the fog couldn't help but make people abandon this suspicion. His feather fan shone lightly, and the mist dispersed, revealing a wrinkled face, like an old man of eighty or ninety years old.

The other man was silent for a long time in the fog, and even though the person holding the feather fan kept shaking the feather fan, the breeze could not enter the three inches of the man. After a long time, the man sighed lightly and said, "What if your master comes?" If it weren't for your ancestor, there would be no one to compare with me. ”

"My ancestor has not returned to Yingzhou for 20 years, and I still don't know its location; Although the younger generation is not talented, he still dares to trouble the seniors. ”

The man in the mist pondered for a moment, and then seemed to smile and said, "Your master summoned me here, but let an unenlightened disciple come to ask me, is he reluctant to let his knees fail?" ”

The person holding the feather fan was neither humble nor arrogant: "The immortal and the five-bucket rice immortal Zhang Daoling are of the same generation, and our younger generations naturally dare not force it; But in the more than 20 years of cultivation, although it is not as good as the immortal hundred-year encounter, it is still a little capable. ”

"I like your character, it's a waste to leave it to Zuo Ci!"

After listening to the man, the person with the feather fan sneered: "Listening to the words of the immortals, are you planning to take me as a disciple?" ”

"Zuo Ci is an unpopular Taoist priest, and he has mastered the art of alchemy before he has finished practicing it, how can such a vulgar person educate a person with a high level of understanding like you? If you are willing to join me, I welcome you. ”

The man smiled coldly and said, "I don't know what techniques my predecessors have cultivated? ”

"My generation practiced the art of Taiping, took Huairou and the common people as their own responsibility, and helped the world as their sincerity. Just Zuo Ci, I really don't care about it. ”

"The predecessors have practiced for a hundred years, so they can naturally not put the family teacher in their eyes; It's just that the Taiping technique practiced by the predecessors is not peaceful, but it was made difficult for the people by the Zhang family brothers, but there is today's chaos! The art of peace is not peaceful, how ridiculous is it? ”

The face of the man in the fog gradually became ugly, as if his breath was floating, and the soft light of the moonlight broke through the shackles again, revealing the man's face to the world. That was an extremely handsome man, and it was hard to imagine that he was an old monster who had been cultivating for a hundred years, perhaps because of the proper harmony of yin and yang, he had not been able to grow old.

In comparison, the person opposite was more like a hundred years of cultivation, and he was like a young chick who had just entered the Dao Sect; If he is worthy of the name of Nanhua Old Immortal, it doesn't seem appropriate.

"Taiping Yaoshu is a good book for salvation and a medical book; It's a pity that Zhang Jiao's ambition is far beyond my imagination, I thought that he would lead the poor people to peace, but I didn't expect that the people of the government had not yet captured the people, but they did the work of bandits first! It's just a bandit, and it's still my name! ”

The more Nanhua Lao Immortal talked, the more angry he became, he gave "Taiping Technique" to Zhang Jiao but made himself stinky water, if he hadn't secretly reduced Zhang Jiao's life, who knows how long this chaos would last?

However, it is precisely because of his own mistakes that the already dangerous Han Dynasty has completely collapsed, the people do not survive one in ten, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, all of which is brought by "Taiping Yaoshu"!

The other sighed and chuckled: "The Taiping Technique of the predecessors is broken and newly established, if the rotten Han is not completely destroyed, there will be no new tomorrow." If the Zhang Jiao brothers succeed, the seniors will not be abused everywhere. ”

"But I just failed, and it's useless to talk about it."

Nanhua Lao Xian is not like Yu Ji, Nanhua Lao Xian is a name, and those who have attained the Tao by practicing Nanhua Immortal are called Nanhua Lao Xian. Just like the Heavenly Master of the Five Dou Mi Sect, this is a kind of inheritance. He is not like Yu Ji who has gone through tens of millions of years of reincarnation, and there are hundreds of millions of Nanhua old immortals in these tens of millions of reincarnations, but the Nanhua old immortals at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty are even more prominent.

The air happened to be extremely quiet, and it wasn't until the aura of Nanhua Old Immortal eased that the other person said, "So what Brother Zhang Jiao failed to complete, you have to rely on him to complete?" ”

"This is nature, I can't die so inexplicably!"

The man shook his head: "He's already a dead man." ”

"He didn't deserve to die."

"But he has long since died, the destiny of heaven has changed, but you forcibly broke the agreement to resurrect him, if my master knows, you will definitely not be able to escape the involvement!"

Nanhua Old Immortal suddenly smiled treacherously: "Who said that I resurrected him?" Although I have practiced for a hundred years, I have not yet been able to achieve the realm of resurrecting my soul through corpses; Besides, the man had been dead for decades, and his soul had long since dissipated......"

The man was stunned for a moment, then suffocated, and exclaimed, "Isn't he dead?" ”

"No, he's dead, otherwise Nandou and Beidou wouldn't have played chess for the life and death of Xun Gang's kid."

The man was stunned, and if the man was really dead, it would be impossible for the soul that had been dead for decades to return; If he didn't die, then Nandou and Beidou, who were in charge of life and death, would definitely know.

Nanhua Old Immortal looked at him in disbelief, and said with a smile: "Your kid's cultivation time is too short, naturally I don't understand!" Go back and ask your master, although that kid is not doing his job, he must know why! ”

With that, the old immortal of Nanhua laughed and disappeared into the fog.

As soon as the old fairy of Nanhua left, the mist immediately dissipated, revealing an old man with a pale beard and white head; The old man stood straight, not at all like he was eighty or ninety years old; Or maybe a few years ago, he really wasn't eighty or ninety years old.

In order to cover up the memories of everyone in a city, his lifespan was advanced by a sixtieth.

Xun Biao looked at the sky and the bright moon, and still couldn't understand how Nanhua Old Immortal did it; has been quiet for decades, and suddenly Zuo Ci got the news one day, and only then did he come out to negotiate. Obviously, his own negotiation failed, and Nanhua Lao Immortal was still stubborn and wanted to do what he did.

Zuo Ci meant to ask Nanhua Old Immortal to extract that person's soul, so that the historical changes in the past few decades have become a matter of course; But because that man did not die, the giant wheel of history is moving in a confusing direction again.

Back then, Xun Gang slashed the Mandate of Heaven with one sword.

Now, the Mandate of Heaven has returned, and it is with hatred, with immortal magic that the world cannot touch.

"I ...... What to do? ”.