The old man leaned on his back and carried a slender cane, especially the slender long crutch, which looked not like a crutch on closer inspection, but like a sword that was used as a crutch.

The edge of the sword is hidden inside.

The Forbidden Mountain is indeed a little different, although the former Great Array has long been completely depleted by the loss of spiritual power, but Ren is another layer of slight enchantment to separate the inside of the Forbidden Mountain from the outside of the Forbidden Mountain.

So that outside the forbidden mountain can not see the inside of the forbidden mountain, and inside the forbidden mountain can see outside the forbidden mountain.

It's just that the function of this layer of enchantment seems to be this, but in addition to this function, it can't stop anyone from entering and leaving the forbidden mountain.

It's just that only the old man with the sword crutches and this Lu Xiu, who has the name of the head of the East Heaven Gate but does not have much real power in the East Heaven Gate, know how extraordinary this extremely inconspicuous enchantment is.

Not to mention that the two of them are cultivating like this, even the Xuanhuang powerhouse in their eyes is also in this situation.

Naturally, for the old man with the sword, the level is higher, for example, the old man knows that the ordinary mountain peak realm Emperor Xuan Chongtian can't see through this layer of enchantment, and with some enchantment arrays that he has never used, that is, if the realm powerhouse of Emperor Xuan Chongtian wants to break through one or two, he can block a lot of difficulties from breathing and breathing.

Dong De looked around, and saw the forbidden mountain in front of him clearly, and it was really the most unattractive forbidden mountain, and it was no wonder that those monks in the entire East Heavenly Gate looked down on the forbidden mountain with the name of the so-called forbidden mountain, and estimated that the name of the forbidden mountain was only the name of the forbidden mountain.

The top of the mountain is barely ten meters high, and you don't need to climb high to see how much scenery these three have.

Then Da Dong De didn't have much leisure, so he turned his head to look at the dilapidated thatched house at the foot of the mountain, which was not very good-looking, and the old man on crutches in front of the thatched house.

Lu Xiucai was familiar with the car, and walked forward as if he had walked many times before.

It's not a long walk away, so it doesn't take much time.

Dong De looked at the old man on crutches with a stiff back, and felt more and more familiar, when the old man seemed to glance at him intentionally or unintentionally, Dong De's heart suddenly trembled, because he finally remembered where and when he had seen the old man's face.

So his eyes began to wander, and his mind began to recall those old things that had long been forgotten.

It was a year of heavy snowfall, about two hundred years ago, he Dong De was still the scholar Xiao Dong, his young master was still the young scholar who was bent on fame, his own young master took the three-year small exam, and the red list every year, all the way, but when he arrived at the big exam once every four years, he fell off the list without warning, not only on the red list, but even on the top of the list of the top 100 people, there was no name of his young master.

And so it was for another four years.

By chance, he Dong De heard the conversation between his master and his wife, and then he learned that the reason why the young master had failed in the two major exams in the past eight years was not because the young master was not talented enough, but because of other reasons that his own young master could not decide.

For example, when the chief examiner in power was young, he and his own master were big enemies in the officialdom, and he was said to be such an enemy that he would never die, so when the chief examiner saw the young master who was eight points similar to his own master, he knew the identity of the young master without much investigation, so he was doomed to lose the young master in a row.

For example, those reasons that he didn't know, such as the faction to which the originally powerful master belonged has now become a water dog above the court, and everyone shouts and beats like that, so the officials and hats above who are high enough will naturally not let the faction that was suppressed after finally paying the price of cutting meat resurgence again, even if it is just a very small sign.

After all, the big officials and masters who are now covering their hands on the court are all small seedlings who survived in the cracks.

Who would want others to climb higher step by step along their own old path.

After all, if those high-ranking officials at the beginning had such precautions as they are now, they would not be in such a situation as they are now.

Eight years of hard work, ten years of cold windows, his young master's mood is even more ups and downs, Dong De has been a scholar for more than ten years, but he has not been able to learn any book talent, otherwise he must be able to speak the four words of discouragement to describe his young master, but he Dong De can only look at his own young master and feel sad himself.

The two are really sad, but they are completely different and sad.

But at this moment, it was the face of the old man in front of him that he Dong De thought he would never forget, and led his young master on a completely different road, not only him Dong De, but also the young master in his mouth, the mountain road that had read many strange and strange books on the mountain could only be jaw-dropping at the completely different path.

Naturally, if the young master of his family had not chosen to embark on this journey, he would not have embarked on this journey with that mountain origin and embarked on such an extraordinary path.

Therefore, he Dong De has been in the past few hundred years, and even if he is willing to waste himself in vain, he will definitely not stop at the opportunity to cultivate to the realm at this time, after all, in his Dong De's heart, the realm of cultivation will always be ranked behind his own young master.

The person under the mountain who is most like a monk on the mountain is Dong De.

Lu Xiucai stopped, in fact, there were not many steps, but he Lu Xiucai was not in a hurry to leave, and the old man on crutches was not in a hurry, so he was slower.

Once it's slow, there's this, and then it's slow.

Bending over and doing it in one go is a common collection of students in the secular dynasty of Yamashita Mountain, and the most common is often the one with the deepest truth.

It is like the opening words of the supreme book in Taoist cultivation, the Great Dao gives birth to one, and one life gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things.

The origin of the avenue has been such a word from the beginning.

The old man on crutches was glad to accept it, but it was only a receptive, and he did not express the slightest attitude.

It's like he, Lu Xiucai, is just a worshipper, as for the person who worships before, it doesn't matter to the old man.

Dong De, who was under the eyes, didn't realize that his back was straight and erect, the corners of his mouth were crooked and smiling, and the smile came from the inside out.

Even after a long life for ordinary mortals under the mountain, his own young master still can't forget his identity as a scholar, since his own young master has not forgotten himself as a scholar, how dare he, a scholar, forget his identity as a scholar.