"However, beyond the human race, there is also the world of gods."

"Yes, there are gods in this world......"

"The ...... I've Seen"

"The old gentleman. It's the true deity, and he has come to see me. ”

Ping He knelt on the ground, muttering to himself, and suddenly raised his head.

He looked at the sky.

"O gods!"

"If you could hear the voice of the little people!"

"Please."

"Xiaomin Pinghe, I beg you here!"

"Help us!"

"Save Changguo!"

The sound of peaceful prayers is not very loud.

He also didn't know if he could be heard by the gods.

There were some old people with devout beliefs around him, who knelt down with him and prayed.

Before you know it, snowflakes are falling.

It's snowing.

This was a bit of a surprise to people.

It's only November.

This snow has fallen a little early.

The snow quickly became heavier.

Countless snowflakes flew down from the sky, shrouding the heavens and the earth in a veil of mist.

In the midst of the wind and snow, someone stepped on the snow.

Not on the ground, but in the air.

Countless snowflakes supported his body and slowly fell from the sky.

"Peace."

Wen Ling, wearing the clothes he wore when he was in Jingguo, stepped on the snowflakes and fell to the ground.

At that time, the Jing Kingdom had just been established, and the style of clothing was similar to that of the Yan Kingdom.

And the style of Yanguo is more gorgeous and cumbersome.

The wind and snow stirred the hem of his clothes.

The wide robe and big sleeves are worn on Wen Ling's body, and with his temperament, he is really a fairy wind bone.

Ping He wanted to get up, but he didn't have much strength, so he had to salute reluctantly:

"Celestial-sama."

He called out from his mouth, and at the same time, again

"I'm not a god, peace." Wen Ling smiled lightly, "Perhaps, you have heard my name in the book, my name is Wen Ling, and I am from the ancient Jing Kingdom. ”

He looked calm for a moment, and then, almost forgetting his fatigue, straightened up, and asked hurriedly:

"Wen Ling...... Is it the sage Wen who founded the Taoist Academy and is known as the ancestor of the Taoist school? ”

"The Tao is what I have passed on. Sage, but there is no need to call it, that is the title of Confucianism. ”

Wen Ling's gaze was far away, with a slight taste of nostalgia.

He looked at the peace again and said:

"Tao is a discipline of cultivation. Cultivation goes up further, and it is immortal. Peace, I am not a god, but an immortal. I am not a god in the heavenly realm, but an immortal in the fairy realm. ”

His fingers ran through the air.

The blue light formed two words in the air.

God.

Immortal.

"God, it's by the word She."

Wen Ling pointed to the text and explained.

"And the immortal is next to the herringbone."

"God is an ancient being outside the world who is to be worshipped."

"Immortals, but they are cultivated by people."

He walked towards peace.

"Peace, people can not only live in small numbers, people can practice, people can become immortals. If I gave you a chance, would you intend to find the path to immortality? ”

The peaceful body unconsciously stood up from the ground.

His body, which was already exhausted, had forgotten his fatigue at this moment, and was deeply attracted by Wen Ling's words.

"When a person becomes an immortal, can he be like a gentleman?"

"Immortals, you can move mountains and seas, and change the heavens and the earth." Wen Ling said, "However, it requires people to have the consciousness to abandon everything, the determination that no one can match, and the unshakable faith of ten thousand people......

and...... Assiduous practice, the opportunity to become an immortal. ”

Ping He walked in front of Wen Ling.

"Zhenjun, please teach me!"

"You can teach me how to become an immortal, right?"

It was as if the traveler in the desert had seen the only oasis, and as if the occupants in the darkness had seen the first rays of light.

Wen Ling bowed slightly.

"Pray to the Great Being, peace, and ask Him to give you this opportunity."

Wen Ling's gaze looked into the air through the wind and snow.

He didn't know where his master was now, but he knew that his master would be watching them.

Peace and some confusion.

He placed his hands on his chest and made the most common prayer gesture in a human race.

"Great being, whether you are a god, an immortal, or a demon, please ......."

"Give me a chance to practice and become an immortal."

"I am willing to do my best to fight for this opportunity!"

As soon as the words fell.

The snow stopped.

And Wen Ling and Ping He have disappeared.

The surrounding onlookers only then reacted that they had just seen a miracle.

No, not a miracle.

According to the old man, it's a miracle!

Their ideas were shocked and they learned new concepts.

In addition to gods, there are also immortals, and gods have been gods since ancient times, but immortals are cultivated by people.

And peace, it was taken away by the immortals!

Everyone couldn't help but kneel on the ground and pray to the gods.

They all hoped that Pinghe could really practice and become an immortal as the old immortal said.

If there is someone in this world who can transcend the world and become an immortal.

Well, it's best to be a good guy like Dr. Ping!

People prayed like this.

……

When he saw it again, he had already come to a new place with Wen Ling.

It was a bit desolate, and there was a high mountain next to it, which was very high and covered with snow.

"Peace." Wen Ling's demeanor was a little serious, "It is very difficult for a person to become an immortal, and it is difficult and difficult, and you have to go through a lot of tribulations, and your tribulations are not enough." So, the Great Being has prepared you for the final test. ”

"You have to rely on your own strength to climb this mountain."

"Only on the top of this mountain can you get the opportunity to cultivate and become an immortal."

Peace nodded.

"I see, Wen Zhenjun, thank you."

He looked up at the top of the mountain.

The mountaintop was as far away as illusory.

"I'll climb up."

"But your body is tired. The spirit is also terrible. ”

Wen Ling took out a red bead from his sleeve.

"Here, take this."

"Let it heal your wounds and give you the power of life."

Peace and a thousand thanks.

He took the red beads that he had lost and recovered, and his heart was infinitely emotional.

This bead, after all the hardships, will be seen again one day.

This is the power of immortals.

Ping He secretly swore in his heart that he would never lose the red bead again until the immortal took it back.

After bidding farewell to Wen Ling, Ping Ann began to climb towards the mountain.

This is a barren mountain, there is no artificially carved road on the mountain, fortunately the slope is not too steep at the beginning, find some easy places to walk, you can still walk up.

Walk peacefully and briskly.

Hongzhu's "life energy" was opened by him, and under the light red light, his fatigue gradually dissipated, and his body felt full of vitality again.

By the way we reached a third of the mountain, the walls had become steeper and the road had changed from dirt to rock.

There was no grass or trees on the mountain, so he had to find some protruding rocks to grasp and climb up with his hands and feet.

As a result, speed suffers greatly.

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