It's night, the moon and the stars are scarce...

On the cold mountain path, there is a person on crutches to climb the steps.

The man was dressed in a black robe, and his face was covered with a half-withered and half-glorious wooden mask, revealing only a pair of deep, dark eyes that seemed to be breathtaking...

The man's legs and feet were sloping, and his right leg was a little stiff when he climbed the stairs, and he relied on crutches to stabilize his body.

What's even more strange is that such crippled people move unusually fast on the rugged mountain roads, like walking on the ground, like a black shadow passing by.

The black-robed man was on crutches, stopped in front of the Taixuguan Mountain Gate, looked up at the three words 'Taixuguan' on the mountain gate plaque, and there seemed to be a different kind of emotion brewing in his eyes.

"I didn't expect it, I'm back again..."

The black-robed man sighed with a smile, and muttered with some nostalgia: "Old horseman, you said that we have been inseparable from each other for decades, what means do you have, I don't know?" You old puppet has to pull me if you want to die, and now that I'm out, you're a puddle of ashes, why bother? ”

As he spoke, he muttered in a weird way: "Because I can't do it because my conscience is not clear~ because Senior Sister Zizhen is still looking at me~ Because I can't pass this level in my heart~"

"Hehehe~Hahahaha~"

The black-robed man was also amused by his yin and yang weird performance, laughing very sarcastically, also crazy, and faintly revealing a bit of shame and hatred...

How could he not hate?

Originally, with the addition of luck, one of the two disciples was blessed, and the other was born first, and the method was there, and it could even be said that the avenue was in front of him!

But Zhang Yangming, in front of Ning Zizhen, was like a mouse that only saw the light, and his ugliness was exhausted, not only did he let the opportunity be missed, but he also backstabbed him when he was dying, wanting to drag him to die together.

Fortunately, he broke his tail to survive, and broke away from Zhang Yangming's body at the cost of giving up the nailed leg, otherwise he would have really died in that fire...

After drifting for more than a few days, he bewitched a person with immortal fate, took him away, and was reborn with a new attitude!

But even if he has a physical body, he still can't feel the existence of that leg, and he can also sense it in the dark, and part of his body is still too illusory, still in that sword!

Therefore, he didn't care that his physical body hadn't been run in yet, and the starry night returned to the void, thinking about renewing the abandoned leg and making up for the remnants of the body!

Without Zhang Yangming's restraints, he only feels that he is more free and pure, as long as he continues to have a remnant body, the sky will be high and wide, and he will not let himself swim!?

What kind of bullshit love and affection, what kind of bullshit human nature is demonic, how can there be a way to go to immortality and go to immortality at ease?

"You're useless when you give you a chance..."

The black-robed man smiled quite smugly and said, "Old horseman, if you have a spirit in the sky, and be optimistic about how I will step on the path of immortality and how I will go to immortality!" ”

With that, he stepped into the void with his hands, and the black robe was like a demon coming out of the boundless night...

On the big banyan tree.

The two little larks chirped and played, and suddenly hooked their heads to look into the distance, as if sensing something terrifying, and flapped their wings and flew away in fright.

In the Prayer Pool.

The little turtle also seemed to sense something, stretched out its turtle head, and looked at a shadow quite incomprehensibly, and when it saw a black-robed man wearing a withered mask walking into the Taixu Temple, it revealed a touch of humanized amazement.

In the backyard room...

Zhang Xiuyuan, who was resting, suddenly opened his eyes, and his brows were tightly wrinkled, thinking about who would come in the middle of the night to be too vain? And with a mask on his face?

Just when he was puzzled, the Dust Shadow Sword on the table trembled slightly, and the original blue-gray sword body seemed to faintly reveal blood-colored lines...

This......

The black-robed man was on crutches, and he was a little stunned when he saw that the original Heart Nourishing Hall had been cleaned clean, leaving no traces.

He escaped from that fire, knowing that the Heart Cultivation Hall must have burned out in that fire, and the two disciples and Ning Zizhen had already left before, who cleaned the ruins of the Heart Cultivation Palace?

Could it be that Ning Zi really came to be too hypocritical afterwards?

Or is it too imaginary to be occupied?

He walked to the original quiet room, half-squatted down and reached out to touch the bluestone bricks on the ground, and could vaguely see that there were still some scorch marks on the bluestone bricks, and there was a finger-length sword mark on one of the bluestone bricks...

When he saw the sword mark on the ground, he touched the scene, his hand trembled slightly, and there was a faint sense of fear and shame in his heart.

After all, he was nailed here by the Dust Shadow Sword with the Soul Suppression Talisman in the first place, and he almost died in the fire with the old horseman!

"Where's the Dust Shadow Sword?"

His eyes were slightly condensed, and his fingers gently rubbed the sword marks on the bluestone bricks, and after a few months, it seemed that he could still feel the fierceness and determination of Zhang Yangming's sword stabbing down.

'The old man has a lot of grudges against me, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has spent all his life's work and resentment on that sword, who can pull it out? ’

Just as he was thinking about where the Dust Shadow Sword went, he seemed to suddenly sense something, suddenly straightened up, and looked behind him...

Suddenly, he found that Zhang Xiuyuan was standing not far away with the Dust Shadow Sword in his hand.

At this time, Zhang Xiuyuan was frowning and looking at the Dust Shadow Sword in his hand, seeing that it was trembling eagerly, and blood-colored lines faintly appeared on the sword, as if he was urging himself to kill the black-robed man in front of him, and it was also a little incomprehensible...

When he saw the black-robed man looking at him, he followed suit.

For some reason, he actually felt some kind of familiar strangeness in the black-robed man, or a strange familiarity?

Who is this person? Why does it look familiar and yet unfamiliar? Why is there a vision on the Dust Shadow Sword? Why did the Dust Shadow Sword urge itself to kill this person?

At this time, the black-robed man looked at Zhang Xiuyuan, and he also had a similar feeling.

Because he knew that his disciple had not practiced all these years, but after only a few months, now his body was full of energy, which was obviously a sign of successful cultivation!

He knew that his disciple had an immortal fate, and his fortune was profound, but no matter how deep the fortune was, it would be impossible for him to cultivate to such a point in just a few months, right?

Besides, wasn't he taken by Ning Zizhen to Baiyun Temple to practice? Why are you still too vain? Why is the Dust Shadow Sword still in his hand?

He... Is it still Zhang Xiuyuan?

At this moment, the master and apprentice, who had been together for 18 years, reunited again with a new identity, and they both had countless doubts in their hearts, and they no longer knew each other...

The eighth generation of the master of Taixu Guan, Zhang Xiuyuan's master, has now become 'Demon Nian Zhang Yangming';

The ninth generation of Taixuguan, a disciple of Zhang Yangming, has now become the ninth generation of Taixuguan.

Zhang Yangming's eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth under the mask also hooked a strange arc, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?" ”

"Who is Poor Dao?"

Zhang Xiuyuan was a little amused when he heard this, and said: "Your Excellency broke through the Taixuguan Mountain Gate at night, and the poor Dao was the master of this room, and he didn't ask who your Excellency was, but Your Excellency first asked who the poor Dao was?" ”

"Watching here?"

Zhang Yangming looked a little distracted when he heard this, and after coming back to his senses, he sneered: "As far as I know, this is too vain, this generation of viewers should be called Zhang Yangming, could it be that you are Zhang Yangming?" ”

"Zhang Yangming is a family teacher..."

Zhang Xiuyuan saw that he knew his master, so he patiently explained: "Now that the family teacher has passed away, Poor Dao is the ninth generation of Taixuguan, and he is also the only two disciples of the family teacher, and he has inherited the Taixuguan Taoist system. ”

"I see~"

Zhang Yangming nodded abruptly when he heard this, and said jokingly: "In this way, you are the ninth generation of the master of this too vain view?" ”

"Not bad."

Zhang Xiuyuan asked, "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

"It doesn't matter who I am..."

Zhang Yangming sneered and said, "You just need to know that your master Zhang Yangming owes me something when he was alive, and I came here to get that thing back." ”

"What's that?"

"The Dust Shadow Sword in your hand!"

“……”