If Chu Wangxian wanted to know the most, it was his name at the moment.

His right hand quickly touched his waist for a while, there were no pockets, no tokens to prove his identity, only pieces of green bamboo.

"Senior sister, wait, my fingers are not dexterous, can my sister help me write down my name. ”

Chu Wangxian pressed his fingers and took out a piece of green bamboo from his waist.

"Senior Brother Wang, you are so strange today, you are not teasing me, even if you are drunk, you can't write your name. The woman frowned and complained, her eyes narrowed slightly and looked strangely, but she still turned her fingers into a sword, helped Chu Wangxian carve her name on the green bamboo piece, and threw it hard.

"Oh, take it!"

"Thank you, junior sister!"

watched the backs of the two disappear quickly.

Chu Wangxian came back to his senses, pinched the bamboo piece in his hand and looked down, he had already seen the name on the bamboo piece.

For a moment, he had mixed feelings, and even if he tried his best to suppress the tremor in his heart, he couldn't completely hide his emotions.

It turned out to be him.

There are two words on the green bamboo piece, Wang Xu.

Who is Wang Xu?

The most mysterious existence during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Guiguzi Wang Xu.

Chu Wangxian was trying his best to suppress his emotions, he only glanced at the black well, and it was projected on Guiguzi two thousand five hundred years ago, which was really indescribable.

This Guiguzi turned out to be a person who cultivates immortals, a person from Sanqingmen, and a person who believes in Nuwa.

"Come in!"

A sound of vicissitudes penetrated the hollow wooden door, and the sound was mighty, like a rolling tide, like a thunderstorm in the early morning.

Chu Wangxian was suddenly shocked, put away the bamboo slices, took a deep breath, and pushed the door with both hands.

The sandalwood in the house was fragrant, and the sound of the golden bell ringing was heard, which was very solemn.

Who is this? The head of the Sanqing Sect?

There is an old man standing on the opposite side, the old man is like an ancient pine on the edge of the cliff, even if he is standing with his back to him, there is a sense of ancient intent coming to his face.

"Master!" Chu Wangxian bowed his hand to him, but he did not kneel.

The old man with loose hair turned around, and if the divine sword was constricted in the scabbard, the connotation was infinite, and the two looked at each other.

"The old man is always waiting, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Chu Wangxian was cold, and he almost couldn't control his emotions. One Guiguzi Wang Xu is not enough, and another Chang Xu.

This Chang Yi is his previous life.

In "Shuo Yuan", Chang Yi is the master of the sage Lao Tzu.

Among the three clear gates, Chang Yi is the head of the family and believes in Nuwa Niangniang.

Chu Wangxian frowned and stared at Chang Qi.

I've been waiting for you for a long time, did you say it to Guiguzi Wang Xu, or did you say it to Chu Wangxian?

At this moment, time and space seemed to be chaotic.

But Chu Wangxian bit his lip and calmed down, the opportunity was rare, since he had seen himself two thousand five hundred years ago, it proved that he was getting closer to the truth little by little.

Ten thousand years ago, there were not many people, and he already knew two people, one Fuxi and one Nuwa.

Chu Wangxian also wondered if Nuwa would be the person behind the Ten Witches of Lingshan.

But now that he saw Chang Yi, Chu Wangxian immediately abandoned this idea.

He and Nuwa should be in the same camp, and the enemy is the Ten Witches of Lingshan, who is he behind the Ten Witches of Lingshan? That person must also be the enemy of Nuwa Niangniang.

The scented sandalwood spreads out like a blooming flower.

In a large hall, a deep voice came, and the old man put his hands behind his back, carrying a mighty coercion, and was commanding a young man.

"Now the demons are dancing wildly, and the hundred clans are trying to break through the barrier and mess with my Yanhuang clan. ”

"Nuwa Niangniang, as the lord of the reincarnation of the Yan and Huang lineages, the emperor of ghosts and immortals, is very worried, and she has specially passed down the decree ......"

Chu Wangxian listened quietly, but his heart was already shocked, like a sea of sea hit by a typhoon.

The inherent mythological framework in his mind was shattered.

Nuwa turned out to be the lord of the underworld of the Yan and Huang lineages, the emperor of ghosts and immortals. He and Nuwa belong to the same Yanhuang clan, and the enemy is the Bai clan.

Who are the people?

As a modern person who has experienced a global war, Chu Wangxian understands the cruelty of ancient wars, there is no doubt about it.

Either you die, or I live, and the Yan and Huang family must also fight and grow up. In ancient times, there was a line of Yan and Huang, and naturally there were other tribes, and it didn't matter who the hundred tribes were, they must not be of my race, and their hearts would be different.

If you have good thoughts, then now this Chinese land is the vertical and horizontal of other races.

At this moment, there was a roar outside the house, like a pledge meeting before the expedition.

"Among the five ghost realms, it's not my Yanhuang clan, kill!"

The sound is like a soldier roaring in unison, and thousands of arrows are fired together, with the momentum of bravery, echoing above the Sanqing Gate.

Chu Wangxian listened quietly, this was the shout of hundreds of ancient immortal cultivators.

The voice was a little discordant, the immortal cultivator of the immortal wind and dao bones actually had such a heavy killing intention, this is still an immortal cultivator? Doesn't the immortal cultivator pay attention to self-cultivation?

What is the true face of a monk?

Chu Wangxian reverie again, the Yan and Huang clans were martial arts in ancient times, they could kill the enemy with a knife and fight on a horse, but they became weaker and weaker later.

I'm afraid that the word monk has been distorted by the Daomen, and the real monk is so decisive. If you don't want to become a cultural relic, you can't kill it.

Even if it is as strong as Buddhism, if it is bloodless, it will almost disappear in the land of South Asia where it was born.

Outside the hall, the voice faded.

Chang Yi swept his eyes slightly, his eyes had a deep meaning, as if he had seen through the scene outside the hall.

"The people of Sanqingmen are about to go to the Five Ghost Realms, but Wang Xu, you have another mission. ”

Chang Yi looked at Chu Wangxian, spread his right hand, and took out a piece of bamboo slip.

"This is the law of the saints, if the law is taught properly, mortals can be cultivated as ghosts and immortals, and help Nuwa Niangniang suppress the hundred clans in the ghost world. ”

"The law of the saints?"

Chu Wangxian took it and opened the bamboo slip to see that there was a painting on the bamboo slip, and countless people knelt on the ground, worshipping one person, his eyes were confused, and the illusion was born again.

At this moment, he seemed to be incarnated as an emperor, countless people knelt down, and Chu Wangxian only felt that his heart was surging, as if he had infinite power.

In another moment, he seemed to be incarnated as the ancestor of the great clan, and countless descendants knelt down, and Chu Wangxian only felt that countless thoughts poured into his soul.

Worship the emperor, worship the ancestors.

The so-called saint is to accept countless people to bow down and gather infinite faith and soul power for one person to cultivate.

Chu Wangxian's heart was like a mirror at this moment, it turned out that the fastest way to cultivate the soul was to accept thousands of people to kneel and pray.

"Do you understand the meaning of the law of the saints?"

Chu Wangxian nodded, after modern edification, he understood at a glance that the emperor would establish a temple, and the big clan would establish a ancestral hall. Just like the immortals who eat incense, this incense belief is the experience value.

"The emperor is the saint of a country, and the ancestor is the saint of a clan. Chu Wangxian replied.

Chang Yi nodded approvingly, and said suddenly and sternly: "The saint is not dead, and the thief is not stopped." Today's saints, standing in the fairy world, are bowed down by all people, but they are all immersed in immortality, and they are already like guinea dogs. ”

"Nuwa Niangniang wants to abandon the old saints, establish new saints, and cultivate new ghosts and immortals. "Chang Qi is crazy, with the idea of changing the world.

"This time I went out for the teacher, it coincided with the civil strife in the Zhou Dynasty, and the Ten Witches of Lingshan tried in vain to seize the collection of Zhou. ”

Often hold both hands, and there is a Qiankun hut on both the left and right hands, and there is a Qiankun in the hut, similar to a Qiankun bag or storage ring.

"The collection of Zhou, a collection of classics from the Xia and Shang dynasties, has 5,700 volumes, divided into doctrine and immortal arts. ”

Chang held up his right hand and said:

"The doctrine is a collection of hundreds of schools, including the Yellow Emperor's "Neijing", "Four Classics", "Yin Fu Jing", Yi Yin's "Ru Dove", "Yi Xun", Jiang Ziya's "Taigong Liutao" 237 articles, including 81 "Mou", 71 "Yan", 85 "Bing", and ...... of Zhou Muwang's "Lu Xing"

Chang Ji held up his left hand again:

"Immortal collection of Xia Shang Zhou collection of immortal arts, there are Emperor Yan's "Shennong's Materia Medica", the Yellow Emperor's "Natural Scripture", Jiang Ziya's "Six Fu...... , the emperors of the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties cultivated the secret method of immortals, gathered spirits, refined the body, bloodline, and souls each had dozens of copies. ”

Chu Wangxian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he gritted his teeth slightly and looked at it in surprise, in these two Qiankun huts, are the hundred schools of doctrine and the hundred schools of immortal art collected by Xia Shang Zhou of the Yanhuang family?

5,700 volumes of classics, this is a priceless treasure of the Yan and Huang series, did it finally fall into the hands of Guiguzi Wang Xu?