After that day, the crossbowman was busy practicing every day, and he didn't dare to slack off at all, he wanted to see his master soon, and he wanted to reunite with his parents as soon as possible.

Every time he goes to climb the second layer of the ladder, he will put a pot of peach blossom wine brewed by the seventh senior brother on the last step of the first floor, although the seventh senior brother can't speak, but the brewing technique can be described as a must, he gives the crossbow man the feeling of a long-lost brother, every time the crossbow man has something to worry about, he will run to him to complain, he always listens attentively, his eyes are full of comfort.

At the end of the 17th year of Yanzheng, the plague was raging at the foot of the mountain, and the senior brothers in the temple went down the mountain to treat those who were suffering from the plague.

The old Taoist was still at the door with the broom that had never changed to sweep the dead leaves that had fallen from the old peach tree, and only he and the old Taoist were left in the entire Taoist temple.

He also thought about going with his senior brothers, but all the senior brothers used various reasons to perfunctory, saying that he should practice hard in the Taoist temple, and now was not the time, he knew that the senior brother was for his own good, so he had to give up in the end.

On this day, he hurriedly walked out of the back door of the Taoist temple and headed towards Meng Ran Peak, thinking that he was about to step on the second floor of the flying ladder today, he was inevitably a little excited.

Humming a little song in his mouth, the crossbowman slowly climbed up the second step, and when he reached the last step, he stopped, and tried to use one foot for a long time before stepping on it.

Through the clouds, he stood at the intersection of the second and third layers, and as expected, nothing happened this time.

Looking around, he didn't find the figure of the master anywhere, and his heart suddenly felt lost.

Following the path of the second branch, he took a step forward, and his figure faded into the depths of the mist. He didn't know why he did this, he wanted to stop, but found that there seemed to be a mysterious force driving him, making him want to stop but couldn't stop.

He began to panic inside, trying to struggle, trying to make a sound, but finding that it was all in vain.

The horror of consciousness not being able to control the body, and the loss slowly turned into despair.

He silently thought of his master in his heart, this was his last glimmer of hope, and as the minutes ticked by, beads of sweat slipped down his face on his forehead, and the sweat had already wet the collar of his robe.

Seeing that there was no hope, the crossbowman closed his eyes and let his body walk towards the clouds.

Just as his consciousness was about to blur, he felt his body float up, and a large familiar hand appeared on his back. He turned his head to look, and could only see the shadow of a cyan robe looming in the clouds.

After a while, he only felt that he was sitting in the middle of nowhere, and he hurried back to his senses, only to find himself sitting on a stone bench in front of the master's thatched house, and a broad-robed Taoist man was watching him.

"Crossbow boy, as a teacher, I only let you climb up to the second floor, and I didn't tell you to run around, you can stay wherever you are, how can you mess around."

The Taoist's tone was a little displeased, and the crossbow man didn't dare to look at him, wasn't it his unreliable master in front of him.

"Fortunately, the teacher calculated that you will climb to the second floor today, and hurriedly came back from outside, if it is too late, I am afraid that I will not be able to see you kid."

"As a teacher, isn't this like a god?"

"I didn't expect that this second layer would take you three years..."

"Oh, that's it, that's it..."

Li Guanzhu sighed for a long time on the side, pretending to be very light-hearted, but he was quite satisfied in his heart.

"Boy, except for climbing the ladder, no other cultivation has fallen."

"Back to Master, the boy strictly follows Master's teachings, and he has never dared to slack off in his cultivation."

Master Li Guan nodded, and continued:

"Boy, it won't be too long to stay here for the teacher, this is just an idea of the teacher."

Although it is outside the body, in the eyes of the crossbowman, it looks no different from the real body.

"There are some things to be said clearly for the teacher, and you have to listen attentively."

The crossbowman nodded vigorously.

"There are 23 levels of flying ladders, each with different dangers, just like the Misty Dementor Array you just encountered."

"Don't try to get involved when you don't have enough strength."

"The perseverance and resistance exercise on the flying ladder actually just started from the second floor, and the road is still very long, so you have to take your time and remember to be impatient." Master Li Guan paused, and his tone became gentle.

"The letters from your parents put them at the intersection of each floor, and you will see them every time you climb the floor."

"When you reach the last floor, it means that you are close to the day when you will be reunited with your parents."

"Ascending to the last floor also means that you have the strength to find the location of those thatched houses, and someone will guide you when the time comes."

"The day when Master will come back is far away, and there is not much time left for you..."

Li Guanzhu's words turned sharp, and he became solemn.

"Seven years at most, if you haven't reached that point by then, you will have no hope at all, then you will stay in Ran for the rest of your life..."

"The words of the teacher have come to this, there is nothing more to say, everything depends on how you do it."

"Go for the teacher..."

Li Guanzhu's body slowly dissipated in front of his eyes, and a slightly yellowed letter fell to the ground.

The crossbowman picked up the letters on the ground, and his mind was full of what the master had just said. “... Reunion... There is not much time left for you", he didn't understand why there was not much time left for him, and he didn't know why Master's return was so far away...

He held the letter tightly in his hand, looked at the familiar thatched scene, and a fierce energy came out of his heart, and then he turned and took steps in the direction of return.

......

Yan left the gate of the capital, a man in a wide robe, brushed the goatee on his face with his hand, looked at this majestic and tall city with vicissitudes of life, sighed, and then he took out a yellow talisman, jumped up, and pasted it on the head of the city.

Hearing only a loud "boom", the city wall suddenly fell a few feet, and the passers-by on the side were frightened and fled in all directions, and the city was even more frightened, and everyone was panicked.

Suddenly a group of heavily armed soldiers appeared on the street, and they quickly gathered towards the gate of the capital, and as soon as they arrived at the gate of the capital, they made a gesture as if they were facing a great enemy.

Looking at this strange Taoist in front of him, a general led by him opened his mouth and asked: "Who is the demon Dao, who dares to offend my Yanli Imperial Capital in broad daylight!!

The Taoist frowned, with a wave of his sleeves, the general led by him was embedded in the city wall, spitting blood in his mouth, and the soldiers on the side took a few steps back when they saw this, but they also showed their cold weapons.

"Yan is away from the lackey crown new, don't let Dao Ye get out."

An angry roar came out of the mouth of the Taoist.

......

"The person who came is the best master."

On the throne of Yanli Palace, a lazy but majestic voice sounded.

"Back to the king, I'm afraid that it is a strong man in the hidden world, the old slave should go and take a look, and he doesn't dare to work hard."

"Hmm.." The figure on the throne waved his hand and closed his eyes.

A somewhat feminine figure slowly retreated, and the ministers who had been kneeling down for a long time and didn't dare to raise their heads also retreated.

......

The Taoist at the gate of the capital was about to go crazy at this moment, when a figure fell from the city wall, and the general who was beaten into the city wall was supported by several soldiers and knelt down in front of the figure.

"Mr. Wang, the last general is ashamed. If you fail to retreat from the enemy, please punish the commander. ”

The figure was deflated by the bloodied guard general in front of him, so he didn't pay any attention, he turned his head to look at the Taoist who was about to go crazy, and his face was not good.

"Li Zhengran, after eating a bear's heart, the leopard dares to offend my Yanli capital... Hmph..."The feminine tone was a little vicious.

"Demon crown Xin, your old dog finally crawled out of the turtle shell, and you haven't come to see your Taoist master."

The Taoist said, he threw out a palm in the air, the ground where the palm wind passed, the new pupils of the crown shrank, and a whisk of dust flew out from his hand, the palm wind swept the dust opposite, and the surrounding ground shook violently, and the soldiers had time to take precautions, and fell backwards one after another, the blood at the corners of their mouths flowed, and the guard general just now passed out directly, and his body kept twitching.

The manager of Wang, who was called a demon, was not much better, he was pushed back a few steps, and a trace of blood was faintly oozing from the corner of his mouth, and the dust was broken into pieces.

"Hahaha..."The Taoist laughter spread throughout the capital.

"Master Li Guan, Yan Li has no grievances or enmity with you, why did you come to commit it today."

Wang Guanxin said with a little shock, shocked that the Taoist in front of him had not seen such a good cultivation for decades.

"Hahaha... No injustice, no hatred... Hahaha... There is no injustice and no revenge..."The Taoist roared with a smile.

He was about to rush towards him, when suddenly, a young figure in a golden silk dragon robe blocked his way, and the two fought for several rounds.

The young man in the dragon robe gradually fell into the wind, and the Taoist kicked when he saw the situation, he had time to dodge, he could only resist with his arms, and after taking this kick firmly, he was bombarded a few meters away, but he never fell or knelt down, and simply wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of endless battle intent.

Just as he was about to use some strength to face the battle again, a thunderclap sounded above the sky dome above the city gate, and suddenly dark clouds were everywhere, and golden dragons appeared in the dark clouds, letting out bursts of roars.

The Taoist glanced at it, his face showed disdain, and he roared angrily:

"Pretending to be a ghost..."

Then he rose into the air, jumped into the air, and disappeared into the dark clouds.

Looking at the black cloud above the sky, the young man in the dragon robe pondered for a moment, his eyes stared, and he remembered something...