The thirty-two people who died were distributed in every part of the Seven Peaks, like inconspicuous nails, hoping to play a fatal role at a critical juncture.

Pulling these nails out of the Dao Sect would reduce a lot of uncertainty in the future, but the only problem was that in Shen Yu's eyes.... It's not enough.

It's like the first seat of the depleted spiritual sea in front of him is not among the thirty-two people, and if you think about it a little deeper, only among the seven peaks, there are so many dark chess pieces arranged in the land of thousands of rivers, so who will be the most important four halls, this is what Shen Yu is worth caring about.

The old man Yan Shen glanced at Shen Yu and asked, "If I say that I really don't know, can you believe it?"

Shen Yu said lightly, "Faith."

The old man nodded with satisfaction and smiled, "The chess pieces will always be chess pieces, and for me, there is no need to know the role of other chess pieces, but there was a time when I was suspicious, and even doubted that one..."

Speaking of this, Yan Shen suddenly shut up, shook his head freely and said, "I don't have any evidence for my own things, if I say it, maybe you also think I'm playing tricks, and I won't be disgusting to you."

Yu Wenwen asked curiously, "Who is it?"

"Do you really want to know?" The old man asked with a smile.

Yu Wenwen frowned slightly and fell silent.

"Don't know, there's no point in not believing, and if you do, you'll only be suspicious, the last question."

Shen Yu asked seriously, "Why did you choose to promise the Land of a Thousand Rivers? According to the records recorded in the Yuan Temple, you have lived in Thousand Swords Peak since you were a child, and you rarely go out of the mountain, and you don't have any junior blood or cause and effect in the world, so logically speaking, there is no concern, and it is normal to concentrate on cultivating the Dao."

On that record, Su Mo actually spoke highly of this old man, and he belonged to a typical character who was a late bloomer.

Before entering the Dao Sect, his qualifications were mediocre, but his basic skills were extremely solid, and he surpassed those highly qualified senior brothers step by step in the end, and achieved the Yuan Shen Zhenren and became the first seat of Thousand Swords Peak.

Because of his young experience, his personality is quiet and tenacious, and he is the least likely to be affected by external objects.

What Shen Yu didn't understand was that such an old man, who should have nothing to worry about, how could he be willing to join the land of thousands of rivers.

"Promise them...," the old man asked softly, "Is it strange?"

Shen Yu said lightly, "I have seen many people, logically speaking, they are cultivators who are difficult to be persuaded by others, but their final choice is incomprehensible to me."

Yan Shen put his hands behind his back and said, "Everyone has something to care about and pay attention to, to put it simply, it is the right medicine, this truth is even understood by secular dynasties, it is impossible for you not to understand."

Shen Yu turned his head and said seriously, "Then for a person like you who has no desires and no desires and is difficult to be persuaded to, what conditions are open in the land of a thousand rivers?"

The old man was silent for a long time, then narrowed his eyes, and seemed to recall: "I have been an orphan since I was a child, I am unknown in the peak, and I can only practice with one heart, and then as the realm gets higher and higher, I don't know why I became the first one, and then I sat for so many years, I didn't care about anything in my life, and all I wanted was the Great Dao, but it's a pity that Providence is like this, the Tribulation Realm is already the end, and the Fairyland is even more hopeless.....

Yu Wenwen asked, "They promised you that you could help you step into the fairyland?"

"Not really." The old man looked at her with a smile, shook his head, and said, "But the truth is here, but the words are exhausted, and you can't say it."

"You are a traitor to the Dao Sect after all, and I can't help you if you don't say it."

Yu Wenwen said indifferently, the coercion on her body permeated the heavens and the earth, and the peaks on both sides seemed to stagnate, dead and silent.

As Yu Wenwen quietly stepped into the upper three realms, there was no doubt that she could be regarded as the top powerhouse of the young generation of the Dao Sect and even the entire world, and the coercion unique to high-ranking cultivators on her body also permeated.

Even if the other party has already achieved the primordial god and stepped into the upper three realms for a long time, Yu Wenwen still has no fear.

The elderly's

A strand of white hair was blown up by the sword qi, but his face was surprisingly calm, and he didn't want to do it at all.

Shen Yu saw this scene and didn't say anything more.

Although he was able to use the method of soul searching to scavenge out his memories, he had never used these on the human race, and more importantly, he respected a true person.

With the power of one person to conquer the heavens and the earth, fugue, merge, and cross the catastrophe, he is already a great character.

As for the path you choose in the future, it is just a matter of following your heart.

"Shall I give you a ride?" Shen Yu glanced at the sky, and then said.

The old man was a little surprised, and then smiled, "Okay."

...

...

The summit of Thousand Swords Peak.

Two bamboo sticks flew out of the dense forest and stopped in front of the two of them.

"I didn't fight anyone many years ago, but I miss it a little bit."

"With a snack, I won't keep my hands."

Hearing this, the old man was a little embarrassed, but he didn't say anything.

It was already very interesting for a junior of the Divine Journey Realm to say this to him, but Shen Yu's face was extremely indifferent, as if it was a matter of course.

The old man walked forward, and held the bamboo strip in his right hand casually.

Shen Yu stretched out his fingers and lightly tapped them at the end of the bamboo strip, which flew away like a sword.

Such a posture and expression, like an elder guiding a junior, does not seem to take the opponent in his eyes at all.

Seeing this scene, his eyes frowned with some dissatisfaction.

No matter how good he is, he is only a disciple after all, and he is really so unbearable when I am deeply cultivating?

The next moment.

Two bamboo strips collide in mid-air.

The old man snorted softly, and his aura was vertical and horizontal, floating in all directions like catkins.

After Shen Yu's left hand was carried at will, his right hand turned into a Dao finger, and with a slight shake, the bamboo strip controlled by spiritual power kept slashing towards Yan Shen in mid-air.

Bang bang bang!

The two extremely fragile bamboo strips were like tough iron swords at this moment, entangled and colliding with each other, without the slightest trace of breakage.

Yu Wenwen stood quietly on the side, looking at this scene with great vigour.

Neither of them used the realm, but they were fighting with the purest and simplest understanding of magic.

And one is a master of the upper three realms of the unity of the original spirit, and the other is even Yu Wenwen who is ashamed of herself, the fighting method of the two of them, just like the return of thousands of rivers to the sea, back to the basics, is extremely valuable to watch.

And just a few moves later.

"How is that possible? How can this be? How can you understand it so much at such a young age?"

As time passed, the fighting between the two continued, but Yan Shen showed a look of disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

If Shen Yu was in the Upper Three Realms at the moment, or killed him with extremely domineering Dao intent and Dao Qi, then it would be impossible for Yan Shen to show such an expression.

It's just this kind of extremely fair pure avenue fight, and the other party's simple action makes him uneasy and feels extremely shocked.

After a few moves, the old man suddenly stopped.

"Is this a towel?" Shen Yu asked with some regret.

Yan Shen was silent for a while, but the fighting spirit and vitality in his eyes that had not appeared for decades became more and more vigorous, and he smiled calmly: "The ancients are cloudy, and they can die when they hear about it, but today I Yan Shen can open my eyes on the road before I die, so I naturally want to continue."

Although the momentum of the two was not large, it still attracted the attention of many people, several disciples walked up from the mountain road below, and then they were stopped at the foot of the mountain by Yu Wenwen, only vaguely felt the existence of the Dao and the sound of collision.

Half an hour.

An hour.

Three hours.

Time passes slowly.

The old man's expression was still so tenacious, and he shot more and more seriously.

Shen Yu was still standing there, his movements casual and single, without the slightest trace of trembling.

Is

One finger.

Yan Shen took out the bamboo strip in his hand and shouted, "Go!"

In mid-air, the bamboo strip crossed a trail that asked questions and was fast, and rushed straight towards Shen Yu.

The latter was expressionless, except that the two fingers of his right hand were raised high, and then straight down.

Horizontal and vertical are one.

Dao Shengyi.

Yan Shen's bamboo strip broke in half from the air without any suspense, and then instantly turned into countless dust dust.

Yan Shen was in a trance, and vaguely glanced at the bamboo strip that was inserted upside down on the ground intact, but he was not discouraged at all, but just smiled contentedly: "When I was young, I heard some teachers say that sword cultivation and sword fighting are extremely elegant and chic, and my Taoist monks have been enlightening and cultivating the truth all day long, and they have comprehended the truth of heaven and earth, but they are a little old-fashioned, I didn't expect to see you today, it was really a bit eye-opening, and my Taoist monks are also chic."

Shen Yu just said, "Let's go."

In the three hours just now, the old man had already dissipated all the remaining essence and spirit.

The oil runs out and the lamp withers.

When the lights go out, people die.

So..... Only to die.

"Why do you want to help me?"

"Every practitioner who dares to practice deserves respect."

"Hmm.... Kind of makes sense."

Yan Shen sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, looked around, and muttered a little dazedly, "Cultivating in the first life, what are you trying to do in the end? It is better to marry a wife, have children, and go home and farm the land."

Shen Yu thought for a moment and said, "Maybe cultivation is actually just cultivation, and it doesn't have any actual meaning."

Yan Shen wondered, "Wouldn't it be too much of a waste of time?"

Shen Yu shook his head and said, "Practicing for a month is also practice, and practicing for a hundred years is also practice, if you feel that you are wasting time, you will practice less, if you are tired of it, then you can simply do something else, who stipulates that you must practice all the time, and everything in the world is practiced?"

"Everything in the world is practiced?"

Yan Shen lowered his head and muttered to himself, but his eyes lit up a little, and he nodded, "Everything in the world is practiced, hahaha! What a person who practices everything in the world! Shen Yu of the Yuan Temple really opened my eyes."

Shen Yu didn't speak.

The old man suddenly looked at Shen Yu seriously and said with a smile: "Back then, the man in the land of a thousand rivers and I actually only said one word, the monks in the world are like ants, chasing day and night, but they can't chase the avenue, in this case, why not turn around and choose to become a part of the avenue."

Shen Yu frowned slightly, and wanted to ask something, but the old man shook his head silently and said, "I'm already a dying person, so let me keep some dignity, and I'm glad to know you."

Shen Yu said calmly, "Let's go."

Yan Shen lowered his head and closed his eyes, his hands hung weakly, and his face was smiling with satisfaction.

The last words the old man said were only a few numbers.

"I don't owe you anything."

That night, the majestic aura floated among the peaks, the old man's magnificent Taoist meaning permeated the mountains and forests, and the countless spiritual treasure immortal sword hearts in the Fenbao Cliff felt it and trembled slightly, and in the following month, many disciples broke through the realm or had an epiphany.

Later generations.

The first Yan Shen of Qianjian Peak, the immortal died in the eighteenth year of the Qianyuan Dynasty.

The old man dies at the end of his life, and when he dies, he disperses and cultivates his whole body to feed the heavens and the earth, and the tablets and incense can be attributed to the Taoist patriarch's hall.