The Taoist who was full of silver threads, but looked as handsome as an eighteen young man, carried a big wooden box on his back and came to the foot of the mountain.

It's a beautiful mountain.

Its beauty stems from its majestic mountain topography.

In a sense, it is quite similar to the Yaqi Mountain, where the Taiyin Palace is located.

But the difference is that the strange and fierce appearance of Yaqi Mountain carries a sense of alienation from the top and no one should enter.

And the wonder of the mountain, but it is a kind of calm majesty, you can look at it from afar, but you want to be close.

Standing under the mountain gate, looking up and watching this wonder of the world, the Taoist has not yet had time to taste it. Two sword-wielding disciples in white shirts walked up: "This Dao Leader, there is the Lishan Sect in front of you, if there is nothing else to do, please take a detour." ”

Lishan is a kendo sect with a head and a face in the world. Although I don't dare to say that I dominate the world, in addition to the four transcendent things of Taiyin Palace, Jianling, Longyin Temple, and Qinglian Temple, few of the top three sects in the world must not leave the mountain.

Being a disciple of such a sect, being able to be so calm, and even talking to ordinary passers-by with a pleasant face, shows how good the ability to teach disciples from the upper echelons of the mountain should be.

The Taoist who was carrying a wooden box the size of his own body bowed his hand slightly to the two disciples at that time, and said kindly: "I want to ask to see Wang Jianxian of your sect, and I hope that the two will pass it on." ”

When the two disciples heard the word Wang Jianxian, their faces immediately changed.

Lishan is a world-famous sword sect, although there are many sword immortals, but there is only one Wang Jianxian.

It is the predecessor who left the mountain to teach, and now although he has stepped down from the position of the head of the sect and meditated on the top of the mountain, the identity of this Supreme Elder is extremely noble, and no one can stand out from the mountain.

Although the two of them were a little hesitant, they didn't dare to snub this person, even if he only had a one-in-10,000 chance of being the old man of the Supreme Elder, then this responsibility was not something they could afford.

"Don't be embarrassed, you two, I'll wait here, you go to him and report my name Wei Changming, and he will come out to see me." The Taoist was also reasonable, so he said with a smile at that time.

Seeing that this Taoist was so determined, the two disciples were even more frightened, and hurriedly welcomed the Taoist into the palace of the sect's guests, and then served tea, and then sent someone to the mountains to report the news.

Although the mountain is high, the disciples in charge of communication are also people with good foot strength, and they have responded to the situation of going back and forth, less than an hour.

At that time, he was in charge of the position of the mountain master, and Wang Jianxian's personal disciple came to the palace in person and respectfully welcomed the Taoist to the mountain gate. During this period, I did not forget to praise the two disciples who guarded the mountain gate, behaved decently, and did not neglect the nobles.

......

It seemed that he also knew that this person was extraordinary, or that the Supreme Elder had already explained, and he pushed the Taoist down after sending the Taoist to the gate of the Wang Jianxian retreat.

The Taoist did not rush into the mansion, but carefully looked at the mansion where the old man lived outside the gate of the mansion.

Naturally, it is not the luxurious dress of the ordinary family, but both the materials and the style of the building are extremely exquisite, not sharp, but revealing a majestic atmosphere from the bones.

Seeing this, the Taoist couldn't help but nodded.

He's still him.

Decent, pompous, but not aggressive.

"Come in, what's so beautiful about this broken thatched hut?" the Taoist looked at it carefully, but the old man waiting in the house was obviously a little impatient, and his voice came from the inner room.

"It's still this temperament. Hearing this, the Taoist shook his head and muttered.

But he took a step at that time and walked towards the gate of the mansion.

There, a figure in a white robe was sitting on the ground with his back to him, his snow-white silver hair casually draped and hanging down to his shoulders.

Although they hadn't seen each other for a hundred years, the Taoist still recognized this person at a glance from that back.

"I didn't think you'd come looking for me. And the old man was obviously well aware of the arrival of the Taoist, and he said this, and his body slowly stood up, and then he turned over.

The Taoist also saw the other party's appearance clearly at this time.

It was an old face, with a lot of wrinkles, vicissitudes, and gray hair, although it was still vaguely visible, but it was still old after all.

The man didn't seem to see the exclamation in the Taoist's eyes, but handed a wine glass to the Taoist at that time.

The Taoist sniffed, and the pungent smell hit his taste buds, making him a little dizzy.

"Is it wine?" he asked, glancing up at the old man in front of him.

"Wine, of course. Men don't drink alcohol, do you want me to drink tea with you?" the old man replied as a matter of course, with a sly glint in his eyes - he knew that Taoists almost never drank alcohol.

The Taoist naturally knew that he did it on purpose, but after all, he didn't bother to save his face.

So, after a slight hesitation, he raised his head and drank the cup of sake.

"Tell me, what do you ask me? Seeing that the Taoist was like this, the old man smiled heartily, and then sat down on the low couch in the room, and asked aloud.

"I haven't seen you for a hundred years, can't I just come to see you?" the Taoist man's face changed slightly, and he asked in his mouth.

"Of course, but if you had asked me, how could you have drunk this glass of wine so refreshedly. The old man said this, and did not forget to wink at the Taoist: "Sometimes, your enemies know you better than yourself. ”

The Taoist was silent.

After pondering for a while, he looked at the old man and said, "I didn't grant the immortal the seal of the knot. ”

The smile on the old man's face froze suddenly when he heard this, and the whole person suddenly froze in place, and only after a while did he show a wry smile on his face: "I am afraid that the things that millions of monks have been chasing for thousands of years can only go to that step, and only you can refuse this step." ”

Yes, but as he said, all this can only happen to Taoists, which is both unexpected and reasonable.

"You really can't forget Ah Yan... If you become a true immortal, you can't take revenge, but if you don't become a true immortal, you can't take revenge either, this is a dead end. The old man said again.

Only then did the Taoist walk to the low couch, put down the huge wooden box on his back, and sat down on the opposite side of the old man.

"The roads are all walked by people, who said that there is only one road in the world that can lead to the sky?" the Taoist replied quietly.

The old man's heart was slightly shocked when he heard this, but he still said quietly on his face: "So, have you found a way?"

"I've been to Dayuan Mountain and seen that demon lord. The Taoist's answer was a bit of a bull's head and a horse's mouth.

Others can't understand it, and the old people can't understand it either.

"Did he show you the way?" he asked casually.

"Hmm. The Taoist's answer was unexpected.

"Oh?" the old man pretended to be light and drank a glass of wine, and forcibly suppressed the ups and downs in his heart - he was unwilling to fall into the face of this old man who had fought with him for half his life.

"Then what are you asking for?" The old man changed the topic, unwilling to dwell more on this issue, not uncurious, but over the years, he has also figured out many things, and all the things he used to mind have long been looked down on, otherwise how could he have a casual conversation with this person here?

"I'm a little embarrassed to say it. The Taoist hesitated.

"You've always been shameless, that's it. The old man didn't like the twisted attitude of the Taoist, so he sneered at that time.

Hearing this, the Taoist hesitated for a while before he said, "I want to ask you for something." ”

"What?" asked the old man.

The Taoist paused again, as if he still felt that something was wrong, until the old man's face showed a look of impatience, and the Taoist Fang Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Your sword." ”

"This?" the old man stretched out, and a sword roared somewhere in the room, and a long sword with a simple shape flew into his hand at that time, and he shook it in front of the Taoist with the sword, and asked in his mouth.

"Hmm...," the Taoist nodded with difficulty.

This seemed to him to be an extremely rude thing, especially for the sword immortal in front of him, who was already famous all over the world, asking for his sword was like snatching a wife and daughter, which was both subordinately and reckless.

But he had a reason to do it.

So when he said this, he also began to play a draft in his mind, hoping that the old man in front of him could understand his situation.

But the thought had just arisen, and the manuscript had not yet begun in his mind.

"Here you go. The old man's voice suddenly sounded, and then he stretched out his hand and threw it, and the divine sword, which was as famous as the old man in front of him, fell into the hands of the Taoist at that time.

"Huh?" The Taoist who had never thought that this trip would go so smoothly couldn't help but be stunned, he looked at the divine sword in his hand, and then at the old man in front of him, his eyes blinked and blinked, and the expression on his face seemed to be doubting whether the person in front of him was the person he once knew.

"I don't need him anymore. The old man seemed to see the Taoist's doubts, and he waved his hand at the Taoist.

"Don't you need it?" The Taoist was stunned when he heard this, and then he seemed to understand something, and his face suddenly changed, he looked at the old man with some sadness and asked, "How long is left?"

"What?" this time it was the old man's turn to be puzzled.

"How long will you live?" the Taoist asked again, for it seemed to him that a swordsman could not use his own sword, and the only reason was that the swordsman was dying.

But who knew that the old man who heard this was furious, pointed at the Taoist and scolded: "How long you live is longer than you Wei Changming, don't worry, even if you die, I won't die!"

The old man's attitude made the Taoist understand that he would be wrong, and he naturally didn't dare to refute it, so he could only ask cautiously: "Then what do you mean?"

The old man smiled faintly, and said with a relaxed expression: "I have thought about it these days, you either go to the mountains and forests, or go to see the lord of Hades, although the world is big, but there is no old acquaintance of me, it is really boring." Rather than this, it is better to promise the old boy to go to the Sword Tomb to guard his tomb..."

Although the Taoist who knew a little about this matter was surprised by the old man's choice, he didn't say anything after all, but after a period of silence, he nodded: "So... It's good..."

"There are all kinds of swords there, you can go there if you want this sword, but the ugly words have to be said to you in front, this sword is called Yangming, taken from my name, and I have been with me for more than 130 years, you have to give birth to him." The old man said this, and at last he seemed to remember something, and asked, "By the way, I remember that you never used a sword, and what did you do with it?"

Thick traces of sweat suddenly appeared on the Taoist's forehead, and he said cautiously in an inaudible voice: "Melted.... minting money..."