The wind of Yuanne Mountain has always been more ethereal and invisible than other places in the world, and the people on the mountain are also like this.

"You've identified him already?"

On the ancient tree on the top of the mountain, there hangs an old Taoist priest in a white robe with closed eyes and a tattered robe, like a pale and craggy tumor born from an ancient tree, and a large cluster of white beards with stars on his face hangs down like a handful of dust, and an ethereal voice like a wisp of trembling leaves floats out of the dust.

In front of the old Taoist priest hanging upside down on the tree stood two young men, one black and one white. The young man in black nodded firmly, took half a step back, and sideways let go of the young man in white standing behind him, and smiled warmly at the old Taoist:

"Master, he is the one Chang Ling has chosen to follow! He called—"

"I don't need your introduction, I know him." The dust hanging down on the ancient tree was opened by a pair of old and withered hands, and the old Taoist priest stared intently at the people brought by the apprentice.

"The thirteen Langs in the desert, the reputation has spread far and wide, how can I not know the old way? Come over here and let Lao Dao take a few looks. The old Taoist priest raised his arm and pointed, and the white-clothed young man silently took a few steps forward, meeting the transparent gaze that leaked from the bottom to the top of a tuft of beard.

"'Draw Thirteen'—heh, what a name." The old Taoist priest hung upside down on the tree like a bell, not moving at all, and looked at the young man in white with an ambiguous expression.

"The old way pinched his fingers like this, there is a piece of advice, I have to say it." As he spoke, the old Taoist priest curled up his bare toes on the treetops to the white-clothed young man in front of him, who stood silently and silently. It turns out that the empty road people who are known as "the immortals of the rivers and lakes" pinch their fingers, and they still pinch their toes.

"Master understands heaven and earth, if you want to say something to the thirteen young people, it must be a witty word, let's listen to it!" The young man in black suddenly faded in front of the two of them, and the young man in white just lowered his eyebrows and waited for the next words.

"The two buckets hang down to the sky, the glow bewilders Yaoxi, the fallen leaves take refuge, and they are separated. Looking at the heaven and earth, all things have their own origin and destination, the river flows in the lowland, and it cannot rise to the Nine Heavens Universe, and people go north, and they must not go out of the desert again. Are you enlightened? After the old Taoist priest recited the scriptures, he raised his eyelids and looked at the white-clothed young man who was listening carefully.

The white-clothed young man frowned slightly, staring at the old Taoist priest who was born with a fairy wind and bones hanging upside down on the tree, moved his throat, and after hesitating for a moment, his expression became solemn, he raised his hand to pinch his fingers and calculate, and said slowly in the tone of the empty Taoist: "There is also a persuasion below, I have to say it." ”

When the empty man heard this, a pair of white eyebrows suddenly hung upside down, who could persuade him?

"It's like seeing flowers in the fog." The white-clothed young man's eyes turned slightly, and he pointed to the empty man with a sincere face, and a faint touch of bright red could be seen under the white robe that had fallen down.

"Natal year. What's the matter with you kid? The empty man flicked his beard, and one flew into the air, and in the blink of an eye, he stood upright on the branch of the tree, and lifted the half-old and half-torn robe.

"Where do you go next, and what does it matter to the immortals?" The young man in white humbly lowered his eyes and replied with a faint smile.

"Sure enough." The empty Daoist raised his eyes, raised his white eyebrows, and after pausing thoughtfully, he seemed to smile and said: "Lao Dao only reminds you one last sentence, if you come, you will be safe, if you go out of the desert, your life will be ruined." ”

"Oh?" The white-clothed young man raised his eyebrows lightly, winked at the ancient trees, empty mountains, and immortal roads, and asked lightly as if he had seen Hongmeng for the first time, "I don't know if it's a life and death calamity?" Or is it a peach blossom robbery? ”

"Hahaha-" The empty man said no more, and in the blink of an eye, he had already flown away with a smile that was like nine days, and left a sentence of three sighs in his smile, and the empty valley echoed:

"Yuanni Mountain, the injustices are scattered. Looking back, how do you know, no one is wronged, all are evil, who am I to return? Ala - hahahahahaha - "