Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, the four seasons change, which is not only the impermanence of the heavens, but also the disillusionment of the human heart.

Wang Dong looked at the purple qi surging, full of vigor, thousands of purple horses, flying and falling from the Nine Heavens High Dome, mysterious and unpredictable, stunning and magnificent.

He knew in his heart that this was not a natural celestial phenomenon, but a vision created by the correspondence between heaven and man, and the human heart was created by the will of heaven.

Wang Dong's Yuan Shen returned to the void, and there was a faint touch in his mind, sensing the arrival of some strange sign.

This sign is called 'Spiritual Opportunity'!

With a clear roar, Wang Dong came out, his figure turned into a clear light, and the lightning swept out of the palace of Wu and flew straight out of the city.

"Kill!"

The Vietnamese army once again launched a frantic attack, and the fighting inside and outside the city wall continued, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the blood accompanied by the flames of war stained the sky and the earth with a murderous atmosphere.

Wang Dong had no intention of bypassing the battlefield at all.

How fast his body was, the speed was no longer enough to describe, and it was like a cyan lightning bolt shooting through it from a distance, passing by the soldiers of the Yue army and the Wu army who were fighting for their lives.

Countless soldiers who fought only felt the green shadow swaying, and the breeze gently blowing across the battlefield.

Wang Dong was like a ghost on the battlefield, without the slightest hindrance, sweeping through the continuous battle array.

"There are assassins, protect the king!" The guards who were protecting Gou Jian's side saw the shadow, thinking that Wu had sent a capable man to act as a dead soldier and wanted to assassinate King Yue, so they shouted loudly.

"What's the panic? Shoot the fangs at the widow! Gou Jian's figure retreated into the midst of the heavy protection, and shouted in a cold voice.

At the sound of an order, arrows rained down. An inky cloud of ink fell towards the king's moving cover. He also did not care about the rest of the Vietnamese soldiers on the battlefield.

Wang Dong's body was like an ethereal phantom. Suddenly, he had already shuttled through the countless arrows, and even if an arrow approached him, it was immediately shattered by an invisible force.

Thousands of sharp arrows were shot out, but not a single arrow touched the hem of his clothes.

The guards were about to shoot arrows with bows again, when a cold snort exploded in their ears, and the sound was like a thunderbolt out of thin air, shaking everyone's eardrums. The seven orifices were bleeding and crumbling.

This was followed by a cry of horror: "The king is dead!" The king is dead! ”

Although the battlefield was filled with shouts of killing, the sound of blades clashing, and screams...... But the phrase 'the king is dead' seemed to have magical power, and in a matter of moments, it penetrated the entire battlefield, and immediately triggered a chain reaction, exclaiming one after another.

Countless Yue soldiers didn't care about fighting, and looked back in horror, and saw that above the king's car, a king was still sitting in danger. But only the head was taken off.

Wang Dong inadvertently played another game of taking the king's head among the hosts, and for him, it was just someone blocking his way. It is easy to do it, but it is tantamount to a catastrophe for the Yue country.

Kangmeng, Shi Yue seized this best opportunity, taking advantage of the discouragement of the Vietnamese army and the panic, he suddenly opened the city gate, and the soldiers of the Shenwu Battalion who were like wolves and tigers suddenly slaughtered.

Lost the suppression of Goujian, the king of Yue, the Yue army had no slightest will to fight, and the morale was low to the extreme.

Wang Dong didn't care about these things at all, and following the little inspiration in his heart, he urged his body to the extreme, and galloped all the way away.

When he encounters mountains and mountains, crosses water and crosses water, and when he encounters big rivers, he chops wood into a boat, and no person or thing can stop him from taking half a step.

The sun sets and night falls.

Wang Dong did not stop to rest.

As the darkness passed, and when the first rays of morning light came out of the firmament, Wang Dong had gone deep into a mountain range that stretched for an unknown number of miles, and soon stood under a majestic and magnificent peak.

Jungnam Mountain.

Although it is different from later generations, Wang Dong has carefully searched Zhongnan Mountain in order to find the entrance to the ancient tomb in the Condor World, so he recognized this peak at a glance as Zhongnan Mountain.

From Gusu to Zhongnan Mountain, he only spent a day and night working hard to run more than 2,000 miles!

Rao is Wang Dongxiu has already returned to his roots, and he has reached the state of being one and endless, and at this time, he also feels extremely tired both physically and mentally, which is much more exhausting than any battle he has fought in the past.

"In the past, Yan Maniac and Sword Saint Sikong Xuan fought a decisive battle against Muye, fighting for nine days and nine nights, from the land of Muye all the way to the mountains of the Great Wilderness, the battlefield lasted for three thousand miles, and he died of exhaustion! It can be seen that these two people have a deep merit, and they have already seen the mysteries of creation and approached the sacred first-class characters! ”

Wang Dong thought silently: "I just ran more than 2,000 miles, and I feel that my strength is not enough, compared with Yan Maniac and Sikong Xuan, it is really far away. ”

He didn't think much about it, and swept straight down the mountain.

There is a stone platform between the mountain peaks, the stone platform is like an ark floating in the bamboo sea pine forest, and a strange appearance of the old man sits on the stone platform.

And under the stone platform, there was also a slender and elegant-looking middle-aged man sitting on his side, listening to what the old man said.

This clear old man is not a mortal, his body has a vision, white hair and white eyebrows, broad hair and long ears, big eyes and loose teeth, square mouth and thick lips, forehead with three or five Dali, sun and moon hanging.

At this moment, the old man suddenly stopped speaking and set his eyes on the mountain road.

The elegant middle-aged man was slightly surprised, and his heart suddenly moved, but he also smiled.

The footsteps sounded softly, Wang Dong had already walked out of the mountain road, he glanced at the two people up and down the stone platform, his heart moved slightly, and he already knew the identities of these two people.

The old man sitting on the stone platform with an ancient and mysterious appearance is Li Er, the ancestor of Taoism, that is, Lao Tzu, and Guan Yinzi in the elegant middle age.

The Taoist book records that after Lao Tzu sent a letter to Guguan, he lived in seclusion with Guan Yinzi in Zhongnan Mountain, tasted the lecture on the Louguantai, and taught Guan Yinzi's "Tao Te Ching" here.

Cangjie made words, ghosts and gods cried at night, just because all beings had words, they revealed the mystery of heaven, and the ghosts and gods cried in fear because of this.

And Lao Tzu wrote the "Tao Te Ching", expounding the subtlety of the avenue, the mystery to the truth, but also pointed out the direction for all sentient beings, and began to understand the truth, so the vision from the sky descended, the rui qi was full of energy, and the purple qi was like a match.

But this vision is not something ordinary people can see, Wang Dong Yuan Shen has attained, so he feels something, this is his inspiration!

Wang Dong stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Is the old man preaching here?" ”

He has learned, half of Tai comes from Lao Zhuang, even though his heart is more inclined to Zhuang Yiyi, but for Lao Tzu, the sage of the avenue, it is also not without respect, so it is rare to have a comprehensive number of courtesies.

Lao Tzu bowed his head and said, "Exactly." ”

Wang Dong said, "Can you listen to the teachings below?" ”

Lao Tzu smiled: "Sit down." ”

At that moment, Wang Dong bowed slightly to Guan Yinzi, and sat on the ground, Lao Tzu smiled and slowly spoke. (To be continued......)