Wang Yangming saw that the old man didn't know the fire greedy knife method, and thought to himself that Boyan's master was indeed an outsider, this old man knew very well about his other martial arts, but he only knew nothing about the fire greedy knife, but he couldn't defeat him with the fire greedy knife, and he thought that the mystery of this knife technique had been understood by the old man, so he simply replied frankly: "Robbery is like fire, bloodthirsty is greedy, why use a second knife to kill!" These twelve types of fire and greed knife can still enter your eyes?"

The old man nodded: "I can see it." It's just that you've only used eleven styles before and after, and you're still one way away. ”

Wang Yangming didn't want this old man's eyesight to be good, and sneered: "The twelfth type of burning the city by fire is too fierce and domineering, I see that you are old, and I am afraid that you will die under the burning city, so I don't dare to use it." ”

The old man chuckled and said, "Young don't brag, I think this twelfth form, you shouldn't have learned it yet." ”

Wang Yangming didn't want him to even see this, and he didn't dare to answer. The old man said: "I didn't expect the ghost to howl and I couldn't help you, I couldn't say it, so I had to use the third type of heavenly demon to laugh." ”

His feet were not eight, his hands waved a few times, Wang Yangming felt that his hands turned into thousands of phantoms, each shadow seemed to have the power of ten thousand, he had never seen such a strange martial arts in his life, he didn't know how to resist, he was hesitating, the old man's thousands of hand shadows had arrived in front of him, Wang Yangming saw that there was no way to avoid it, and shouted: "Eight doors Dunjia, the door is open!" A stream of heat gushed out from his body, instantly stimulating his potential, which was the Eight Gate Dunjia Immortal Method.

The old man sighed and said, "It turns out that this is the Eight Gate Dunjia, which is interesting." After saying that, he didn't dodge, facing Wang Yangming's terrifying sword blade, slapped his hands on Wang Yangming's body, and said, "Give me back!"

Wang Yangming was about to continue to urge the immortal method to open the second gate, but he didn't want the old man's hand to touch his body, and the surging internal force in his body instantly rushed back to his dantian, and he couldn't shrink out of it in an instant, and the eight doors of Dunjia that he relied on to protect himself could no longer be played. He was so shocked that he staggered back a few steps, panting and not believing what he was seeing.

The old man didn't attack, and waited for Wang Yangming's breathing to calm down a little before he said, "What's the matter? Bamen Dunjia is useless, right? Do you still dare to say that your master is the best in the world?"

Wang Yangming said hatefully: "Who are you, why can you restrain my Bamen Dunjia?"

The old man listened to him, sighed and said, "Who am I...... No one in the world remembers who I am. You must have come here under the guidance of my divine thoughts, and say, how did you know about this place of bones?"

Wang Yangming saw that he just refused to tell his identity, and there was nothing he could do, so he had to say: "I had a dream, and I heard a sentence in the dream, saying that the bones are buried under the Wulao Peak, and the world stream is unlearned, so I found here." Listening to you say this, these two sentences do have a meaning. Excuse me, why is this called the place of bones, and what does the world's stream mean?"

The old man's voice was slightly surprised: "It turns out that you are guided by a dream. Since you can find this place, it proves that you are my destined person. I have been waiting here for more than a thousand years, and I am finally able to wait for a living person who can pass on my exercises. It's just that you're too weak right now, too weak, and you can't learn the stream skills in this world. ”

Wang Yang Mingqi said: "Is there really such a thing as a stream in the world? You have been here for more than a thousand years? Are you a human or a ghost?" He knows that the life span of people in this world is not much different from his previous life, and some people with profound internal skills are well versed in the way of rushing into emptiness, and may be able to live to be one or two hundred years old, but ordinary people only have a lifespan of seventy or eighty years, and I have never heard of a person who can live for more than a thousand years.

The old man didn't seem to hear him, he looked up to the sky and sighed, and there was no end of sadness in his voice: "God! I have waited here for a thousand years, and I have not waited for a living person to come here. Finally, this young man came, but he was just a five-grade waste! The sky is long, how thin is it to me, how thin is it to me!"

Wang Yangming saw that the old man looked crazy, for fear that he would not be good for him, so he didn't dare to say a word. The old man lamented for a long time before finally turning his head to him and saying, "You are too weak to learn my exercises." But you came here so easily, and next time I come, I don't know when, and I don't know if I'll be able to make it to that time. I'll tell you the story of this place of bones. ”

Wang Yangming nodded, and listened to the old man continue: "I am not a living person, I am a wisp of soul left by myself before I was born. Don't be afraid. ”

Wang Yangming took two steps back in surprise, thinking, what kind of soul you said, what kind of soul is it, it is obviously a ghost, and it is strange if you bump into a ghost in broad daylight.

"My body has long since decayed and I am buried here. The soul cannot be too far away from the physical body, so it is also imprisoned here. The soul can only exert one-tenth of my original strength, otherwise you wouldn't be able to stop me with even one and a half moves just now. What I never forget is to teach my own mastery to a suitable person, so I pray to the heavens and entrust my dream to someone who is destined to come here to find me and pass on my mastery. ”

Wang Yangming said: "Are you really a ghost? Are there really ghosts and monsters in this world? What about immortals? Are immortals also real?"

"Of course immortals exist, otherwise why should I pray to the heavens? Don't you believe that there are immortals in this world? Do you know that in ancient times, such masters as Gandharva and Kinara, they were all powerful and became immortals, and they are still living in the heavenly realm. Those of us who practice martial arts, cultivate the body first, and then cultivate the mind, if it is not to become immortals, what is it for?"

Wang Yangming couldn't believe that the statement that immortals did exist really completely subverted his previous outlook on life. For a moment he stood still, not knowing what to say.

The old man waited for him to digest for a while, and saw that he was a little less shocked, and then said: "I am an outcast of the Guozijian, who was imprisoned here for twenty years, and finally died here, buried under this mountain, and my soul was imprisoned here. This is where my bones are buried. ”

Wang Yangming frowned, and finally determined that he was still in the back mountain of Guozijian, but he had never discovered this cave. Since the person in front of him was an outcast of the Guozijian during his lifetime, he must have committed a major mistake, and he must not be a good person.

The old man looked at him, knew what he was thinking, and said angrily: "Heaven is selfless, desireless, and ruthless. They say that I am a traitor to the Guozijian, but they think that the purpose of asking for the lives of the people to enter the Tao is just against the way of heaven, and they are the real traitors!"