Anguo Mansion, in a small courtyard. Xiao Yu stood beside the desk, still maintaining a posture of frowning and contemplation.

Let go, or look down on winning and losing.

Unlimited!

What is infinite? consciousness is infinite!

If he lets go, he can get the true meaning of Weiyang, so what is the purpose of his learning from Weiyang?

This is a rebuttal.

Xiao Yu didn't know if he had broken through the realm or not, or rather, he had already seen the opportunity left to him by the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, and he gave up this opportunity.

Because he can't let it go.

Because he never picked it up, he couldn't put it down.

Of course, Xiao Yu admits that these are a bit mysterious, and he is not a person who sits and talks about the Tao, he just wants to break through a realm.

He simply didn't want to do this, he knew that his Weiyang Sword Sutra might go astray and embark on an evil path.

Anything that is too extreme can be classified as an evil way.

But the different paths are the same, even if they are divergent, if they go through, there is also a broad road.

Just like the Taoist sect more than a thousand years ago, when the world's cultivation was all returned to the Taoist sect, it can be said that the Taoist sect at that time ruled the entire cultivation world.

Even Buddhism and the Demon Sect were denounced by the Taoist Sect as evil demons, and only the Taoist Sect was the right way to practice. Everything else is a sideshow.

However, it flourished and declined, and later the Taoist sect was infighting, and many sword cultivators of the Taoist sect broke through the door to establish the Sword Sect, the Taoist sect was weak, and the Demon Sect and Buddhism took advantage of the situation to rise, and it became the current three-legged trend.

Isn't Buddhism and the Demon Sect, which were regarded as "divergent paths" at the time, now also become a broad road?

There is no road in the world, but when there are more people walking, it becomes a road.

Xiao Yu looked at the painting seriously, looking at the words on the painting. Unprecedented seriousness. As serious as the first time he read the Weiyang Sword Sutra.

"Immortals are more immortals, after all, you can't win or lose. ”

He looked at the paintings of the remnants of Panasonic's chess, his brows gradually soothed, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

The Eastern Capital City has been a thousand years old, although it has only been the capital for a hundred years, but when the Taoist Sect was still the master of the cultivation world, the Eastern Capital had already stood on this land.

As the new capital, this thousand-year-old capital seems to have been rejuvenated. Countless people poured into this thousand-year-old capital, both ordinary people and cultivators.

The phrase Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the Eastern Capital is no exaggeration.

Perhaps the two sons who are jealous in the Qinglou are the sons of the Metropolitan Governor and the young little marquis.

A drunkard who looks poor and sour may be a high-ranking person who hides in the market.

The smiling Oiran is actually a deadly peony.

And the old monk who has just turned to you may be the master of the outer door of Buddhism.

As for the down-and-out Taoist who walked past you with an umbrella, he is the next generation of the Daomen. One of the most honorable people in the world.

There is a tall tower in the eastern part of the eastern capital. The tower is divided into seven floors and is called the Seven Star Tower.

Standing on the top floor of the Seven Star Tower, you can overlook most of the eastern capital. At this time, two people sat silently on the top floor of the Seven Star Tower.

Sitting on the east side was a middle-aged man with a strange appearance, dressed in a pale cyan robe. The three long whiskers under the chin swayed gently with the autumn breeze blowing in from the window.

Sitting opposite him was a Taoist priest. His hair was white, but his face was red, and his skin was like that of a baby. Wearing a white robe, the fairy wind and bones, like the legendary immortals.

And this old man who is like a fairy in the face of the middle-aged man opposite, but with a sense of fear.

He knew who the middle-aged man opposite was, and he knew better what kind of strength this middle-aged man represented.

Cultivators such as Qiu Yue, who seemed to be extremely powerful, were so fragile in his eyes.

Outside, an autumn wind blew again, blowing the copper bell hanging under the eaves of the tower, and the copper bell made a crisp sound.

The autumn wind swept the long beard of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, and he slowly spoke, his voice neutral and steady, like a great Confucian in the world.

"Dust Cleaning Daoist, long time no see. I haven't seen you for years, but you're getting younger and younger. ”

Lao Dao said: "Where is Mr. Shangfu." ”

Mr. Fu said, "You're here to see the autumn leaves?"

Qingchen said: "This is our hope to go to the Dao Sect. ”

Mr. Fu shook his head and said, "But this is the Eastern Capital...... My Eastern Capital. ”

Qingchen was silent for a moment and said, "It is Mr. Fu's Eastern Capital that I want to take a look." ”

Mr. Fu said: "The prosperity of the Dao Sect is extremely weak, this is inevitable, the Sword Sect is now rising to the sun, and the revival of the Dao Sect is not now." ”

Qingchen said: "It's man-made. ”

Mr. Fu shook his head and said, "Providence is so!"

Qingchen said firmly: "Man will win the sky." ”

Mr. Fu smiled slightly and said: "Man will win the sky, not one person, but thousands of people. ”

Dust is silent. No more talking.

Mr. Fu got up and walked to the window, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the inner city, and after a while, Mr. Fu stroked the long beard on his chest and shook his head and smiled: "It's a little interesting...... You refused?"

Qingchen followed his gaze and said calmly: "Demons, external ways, insignificant." ”

Mr. Fu said: "I believe in him, the road is walked by people, maybe he can really walk out of a broad road." ”

Qingchen stopped talking.

......

Xiao Yu didn't know that he had ever been noticed by two truly powerful cultivators.

His brow was now fully furrowed. The smile on the corner of his mouth spread more and more.

He slowly closed the scroll on the table.

Turning around and walking out of the house, looking at the clear blue sky outside, the thoughts in the sea traveled all over his body with his mind, and he didn't feel any vitality.

Because the mind has become one with the vitality in the body.

He slowly closed his eyes and sensed every corner of his body with his mind, and the vitality in his body was as if he was born with it, like an arm.

Following Xiao Yu's thoughts, the vitality in his body flowed like a stream in various small meridians, and then converged into his main meridians, like a stream flowing into a river. In his main meridians, the vitality rushed like a roaring river.

In the end, all rivers are like the sea. All the vital energy converges into his sea of qi.

At this moment, Xiao Yu truly felt that he was truly integrated with these vitality.

He stretched out a hand and raised it in front of his eyes, and muttered, "If you don't go down, how do you know if you won't win or lose?"

You can freely use your own vitality and be empty.

Only when you step into the realm of emptiness and underworld can you say that you have truly stepped into the world of cultivators.

The corners of his mouth twitched tightly, and his fingers trembled slightly. He finally became a practitioner.

The door of Moshu's room secretly opened a crack, and Moshu timidly leaned out half of her body, her little face was full of nervousness, she didn't know if the ghost-like person was gone.

Seeing Xiao Yu standing in the small courtyard in a daze, she remembered her timidity just now, and her face was full of shame: "Childe, are you okay?" ”

Xiao Yu turned around, looked at Moshu and said with a smile: "I'm fine, I've never been better!"