According to Huo Village's instructions, Zhuo Yifan took the room card and entered the room of the fire room manager. The room is very clean, although it is the place where the manager lives, but the style and other workshops are basically the same, just a little wider.

Until this moment, Zhuo Yifan still couldn't believe that this Longkong Xuan's fire room manager could actually have contact with the old woodcutter thousands of miles away. What surprised him even more was that the old woodcutter had expected him to come a few days ago, and his mental calculation technique was simply superb.

If momentum is the embodiment of the level of the realm, then spiritual estimation can also be used as a manifestation of the level of spiritual power. Today's soul cultivation is divided into eight stars. But this standard of soul cultivation is far from the primeval period. According to Xuan Meng, today's eight-star soul cultivation is not even as good as the two-star soul cultivation in the primeval period. Moreover, in today's eight-star soul cultivation, there are even fewer people who know the art of spiritual calculation.

With Zhuo Yifan's current spiritual power, he can be regarded as a five-star soul cultivator in the current world. However, he knew how to calculate mentally. There is no other reason, but because he has mastered the most profound "Six Paths" soul art in the primeval period. The soul cultivators of the world are completely incomparable to him.

But who is this old woodcutter? This terrifying spiritual calculation ability is much stronger than that of the eight-star soul cultivators in the world! How strong is his spiritual power? What kind of soul skill is he cultivating?

Zhuo Yifan felt more and more that this old woodcutter and the old man of the Holy Clan under the Five Elements Mountain, Xuan Meng, and even the mysterious old man in the valley were characters from the same period.

But why would such a character be eyeing him? Should he be treated as a pawn?

"Not to mention what the old woodcutter thinks, but it is not clear whether he is friend or foe now, so it is better to be cautious. Zhuo Yifan muttered in his heart. A vigilant mind suddenly rose.

Because I don't know when the old woodcutter will come. Zhuo Yifan could only wait in the room.

Until three hours later. A voice sounded in his head: "Half a pillar of incense, rush to Qingyu Mountain." ”

"......" Zhuo Yifan was sad in his heart, although he didn't know why this person was messing around in this mortal world, but he was also an ancient figure, right?

However, God knows what this guy who sees the head and the tail is going to do, and he can't deal with it with common sense anyway.

Zhuo Yifan thought to himself that it was better for him to be obedient. In case the time passes, the other party says again: Today you and I have run out of opportunities, and so on, you must make him faint!

......

Qingyu Mountain is ten miles away from Moon City, after leaving the city, Zhuo Yifan will run wildly regardless of his feet, when he came here, he estimated that it was just after half a pillar of incense, but he was not late.

At this moment, it was dark and the scenery was not visible. The sky is dotted with stars.

It's very quiet here, but it's not as good as Xuancun. If you listen closely, you can still detect the low voices of people in the distance.

He swept his mental power, immediately noticed the movement, and hurriedly climbed to a higher place, but saw that on the top of the cliff, on a wide stone wall, the old woodcutter was standing there silently, with his eyes lowered and his hands behind his back, as if he was brewing something.

"Senior?" Zhuo Yifan tried to call.

I saw that the old woodcutter suddenly turned to the stone wall, and pointed like a knife, focusing on the carving, the stone chips flying, drawing a complex and wonderful knife ravine.

In the sky, the clouds and mist dispersed, the bright light poured down, and on the silent cliff top, only the sound of the yarn that was constantly depicted, and the exquisite ravines were densely connected, forming a picture of extreme mystery.

In the end, the old woodcutter flicked his sleeves, and the ashes covered on the stone wall were blown away, and in an instant, the "reed galaxy map" in the law of Tianyan emerged, vividly displayed in front of him, the vastness, the endless, the profundity, and the mystery, all of which were vividly embodied, almost perfect!

Zhuo Yifan was dumbfounded, what kind of means is this? He remembered that his Tianyan method had only stayed in the hands of the old woodcutter for a few moments, and the other party had actually written down this painting completely, and even the entire eight thousand and six star points in the picture were perfectly restored, occupying a position on the stone wall independently.

Before he could wake up, the old woodcutter flicked his sleeves again, and this time the turtle shell Taoist on the reed changed, and the Taoist changed his appearance, losing that kind of charm, making the whole painting look a lot darker.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't understand the old woodcutter's intentions, so he made such a change with a good painting. It may not be anything in the eyes of mortals, but in the eyes of cultivators, it may become worthless.

However, the moment when the old woodcutter swept away the ashes again, Zhuo Yifan was shocked again!

Because the old woodcutter actually replaced this person's appearance with his own! Not Lin Fan, but his original face! Zhuo Yifan's face!

"Senior...... You ...... "The other party actually knows who he really is?"

"Hahaha!" When the painting was finished, the old woodcutter laughed loudly and babbled to himself.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't hear what he was talking about, and could only vaguely distinguish a few words, probably singing the song: The world is looking for the palm of the gods, and all kinds of hard work are not successful. Helplessly, the years go by, and the glitz and glamour are empty. My heart is like the bright moon, dancing to the sky, picking the sun and the moon, grabbing the star spectrum, stepping on the heavens and the earth, thinking that I become a god, and thinking that I am a demon!

Stepping on the heavens and the earth, thinking that I became a god, and then thinking that I became a demon! Zhuo Yifan carefully read these three sentences, and this time he heard the complete Taoist song, and the kind of rhythm he tasted at the beginning was even more profound. He couldn't help but sigh: "In the thought of becoming a god and becoming a demon, is there really such a person in heaven and earth......"

Hearing this, the old woodcutter laughed after being silent for a long time, and he conjured a black bucket from there, splashed the black ink in the bucket on the stone wall, and finally threw out a huge scroll, extending the whole painting on it.

As soon as he read the mantra scroll, he gradually shrank into the size of an ordinary scroll, and threw it to Zhuo Yifan casually: "This is a gift from the old man to you." ”

Zhuo Yifan took the scroll, and his spirit also woke up from the state of fugue, becoming extremely strict, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

"Tap your people. The old woodcutter smiled meaningfully, and the voice seemed to come from another plane, extremely profound: "You have lost a qiē now, I can help you regain it, okay?"

Zhuo Yifan was stunned, and just looked at the old woodcutter. He didn't doubt that the other party had this ability, but when he heard it with his own ears, he still couldn't believe it.

"Wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows. This is the reincarnation of all things, and the original turtle shell Taoist was the law of Tianyan that he realized in life and death. The old woodcutter said deeply.

"Are you saying that "All Things in Heaven" can help me get through reincarnation and find a qiē in my previous life?" Zhuo Yifan smiled bitterly, he had already guessed about this. It's just that there are some historical materials on it, and it will invisibly make people go crazy, which really makes him helpless.

"Because you are missing something, you cannot see beyond the surface to see the essence. Naturally, you will lose yourself in the appearance, and eventually fall into the ......" The old woodcutter seems to be able to penetrate Zhuo Yifan's mind.

"What's that?"

The old woodcutter took a deep breath, calmly pondered, looked at Zhuo Yifan, and slowly spit out two words: "Daoyi." (To be continued......)