"What!?you, are you Sect Master Xu's master?" Hearing the voice in the Octagonal Wooden Pavilion claiming to be Sect Master Xu's master, Liang Shiming couldn't help but be shocked, he couldn't believe his ears.

Although Liang Shiming didn't know how old Sect Master Xu was, thinking of his profound Taoism and childish appearance, he was already in his old age, and the voice in front of him actually claimed to be Sect Master Xu's master, how old was it?

Then Liang Shiming thought about it again, even if what this person said was true, he was really the master of Sect Master Xu, but why was he locked up in the octagonal wooden pavilion of the Qingcheng Immortal Sect?

All kinds of incomprehension made Liang Shiming unable to believe it easily, and he asked again: "You say, you are the master of the Maoshan Sect, the Xu sect, Master!?"

"Exactly. ”

"Then why are you locked up here? Could it be that you were captured by the Qingcheng Immortal Sect?"

"Locked up here, where? This wooden pavilion!?haha, who can lock me up?" the people in the wooden pavilion laughed.

Liang Shiming said angrily: "Are you still quibbling? If you are not imprisoned, why can't you get out?"

The man in the wooden pavilion said: "I am cultivating here, and I can't get out of the customs easily. Could it be that when you first arrived in Qingcheng, no one told you that there was anyone who was in retreat and cultivating?"

Hearing the people in the Wooden Pavilion ask like this, Liang Shiming couldn't help but be stunned, because he clearly remembered that the ancient law immortal once said that there were two people in the Qingcheng Immortal Sect who knew the art of 'resurrecting the dead', one was the Great Elder Dinghai Immortal who had not returned to the mountain for a long time, and the other was the Qingcheng Sect Leader who had been in retreat and cultivation for many years-Qingxuan Immortal Chief!

"Are you!?are you ......?"

"Poor Dao, Qingxuan. ”

"Ah!" Hearing this name, Liang Shiming couldn't help but tremble, and then said in surprise, "You...... You are the master of Qingcheng...... Sect Leader, Qingxuan Immortal Chief?"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable is the Poor Dao. ”

Liang Shiming was stunned, thought for a moment, and asked, "Then, you, you say, how old are you now?"

"Three hundred and three years in vain. ”

Liang Shiming was stunned again, and at this moment remembered that the ancient law immortal had clearly said that he had taught Qingxuan Immortal Chang and three out of three hundred immortal lifespans, and he had been in retreat and cultivation for many years......

Could it be that this wooden pavilion in front of you is the retreat place of Qingcheng? And the people in this wooden pavilion are really the head of Qingcheng?

"That's not right!" Liang Shiming shook his head and reprimanded, "You just said that you are the master of the Maoshan Xu Sect, how can you be the head of the Qingcheng Immortal Sect?"

The man in the wooden pavilion sighed and said:

"Poor Dao is the last sect master of the Maoshan Sect. Two hundred years ago, when the poor Dao was more than 100 years old, he was still in charge of the Maoshan Sect, and on that day, he happened to meet the Qingcheng Sect of Qingqian Immortal, and learned that the Qingcheng Immortal Sect had the art of prolonging life, so he worshipped under his door. It is only because the Qingcheng Immortal Sect is not known to outsiders, so after the ancestor Qingqian sat down and returned to the sky, the poor Dao secretly ruled Qingcheng, and Mingli still sat in the Maoshan Dao Sect.

Until one day, the poor Dao knew that even if I was the head of Qingcheng and cultivated the Qingcheng Immortal Law, my lifespan was only three hundred and three years. In order to change his life against the sky, sixty years ago, Poor Dao asked Xu Qingyuan to succeed him as the sect master, lied that I would turn the feather into an immortal, and then took the Maoshan Strange Treasure Iron Rod, and sneaked into this octagonal wooden pavilion to concentrate on cultivation......

Poor Dao thought that if his "form" and "god" had been cultivated, he would be able to live forever and be immortal, but he didn't expect it to be in vain...... Now that the end of life is approaching, Fang Shi realized: Only those who practice the Tao can be virtuous, those who are virtuous can be perfect, and those who are complete in form can be perfect! In order to seek eternal life, the poor Tao abandons the sect and ignores it, and the heart is not pure, the Tao is lost, and the three purities are humiliated, and the opponent is ashamed...... Right now, I call you here to return the Maoshan Exotic Treasure Iron Rod, which has gathered the teachings of the past dynasties, to Maoshan through your hand, which can be regarded as fulfilling the unfulfilled wish of the Qing Poor Dao. ”

Hearing this, Liang Shiming was already convinced of what the people in the wooden pavilion said, but at this moment he suddenly felt a little in a trance.

It seems that whether it is the teaching teacher of the Maoshan Xu Sect Master or the Qingxuan Immortal Sect's head of the Qingcheng Immortal Sect, they have already exceeded his ability to deal with it.

At this time, the only thing he understood, and what he expected, was that this noble master of the Qingcheng Immortal Sect had been thinking about how to live forever all his life, and he would do whatever it took to do everything, but in the end, he didn't seem to be able to find a way.

But according to Liang Shiming's thoughts, this is not sad, because in his opinion, he can live to be three hundred and three years old, and he is already like a fairy.

At the same time, he also thinks that there is nothing wrong with this Qingcheng Sect leader who wants to live a long life, isn't he also going all the way here for his father to live a long life?

At this time, Liang Shiming suddenly remembered that the head of Qingcheng seemed to mention that he wanted to return something to Maoshan through his own hands......

"Iron rod!?" Liang Shiming was suddenly startled and asked puzzledly, "You just said that you want to give me the iron rod and let me return it to Maoshan?"

The person in the wooden pavilion smiled slightly and said, "The 'iron rod' in your hand should be recast by Qing Yuan, not a treasure of Maoshan Mountain." The real treasure is poured into the exercises of Maoshan Successive Masters, and the power is incomparable, and the magic method is endless!"

Hearing what the people in the wooden pavilion said, Liang Shiming couldn't help but think of what the previous immortal said, 'This stick is not the other stick', and suddenly realized, it turned out that the previous immortal knew that the iron rod in Lu Yezi's hand was not a treasure of Maoshan Mountain, but there was no way to break it, so from this point of view, the ability of the previous immortal is really unfathomable!

At this time, Liang Shiming thought of Lu Yezi again, thinking that he had never known that the iron rod in his hand was not a treasure of Maoshan Mountain, but just a relic of the ancestor Sect Master Xu.

Thinking of Sect Master Xu at this moment, Liang Shiming was still embarrassed, and immediately asked: "You said that you are Sect Master Xu's master, is it not Sect Master Xu's business, don't you know?"

"Poor Dao naturally knows. The man in the wooden pavilion said sadly, "This is the number of days, and it is irreversible." The only thing that the poor road can do today is to return the original treasure of Maoshan Mountain. ”

Liang Shiming felt that it was useless to say more, thinking that if this person was really the head of Qingcheng, he would definitely be proficient in the art of rebirth, so he said tightly: "You just said that you would return the iron rod through my hand, I can do it, but ...... You're going to do me a favor too. ”

Liang Shiming found that after he finished speaking, the octagonal wooden pavilion was silent for a long time, and just when he wanted to ask again, he heard the person in the wooden pavilion and said in a deep voice: "Immeasurable Tianzun, you can go back." Don't mention this to anyone else!"

Hearing that the people in the wooden pavilion actually let him go back, Liang Shiming said anxiously: "What? Let me go back? Didn't you still ask me to return the strange treasure and iron rod to the Maoshan Sect? Where is the strange treasure? ...... You haven't said yet, and you should use the resurrection technique to save my father......"

For a long time, no matter how Liang Shiming shouted, there was still no sound in the wooden pavilion.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Liang Shiming woke up suddenly, and at this moment found that he was sitting on the gossip stone platform, and in his arms, the iron rod was missing......

He hurriedly got up and looked around, and found that the iron rod had fallen under his feet at some point, so he hurriedly picked it up and held it in his hand, but at the same time, he was stunned.

Just now...... Is it a dream?

Thinking of the Qingcheng Sect Leader in the Octagonal Wooden Pavilion, Liang Shiming hurriedly raised his head and shouted at the Wooden Pavilion: "Sect Leader, Sect Leader, are you still there......

At this moment, a Taoist boy walked into the gate of the Sanqing Palace, and after seeing Liang Shiming, he scolded him: "Sanqing Palace, don't make a noise!"

Hearing this, Liang Shiming looked back and saw a strange Taoist boy walking towards him, panicked in his heart, hurriedly saluted the Taoist boy, and then ran towards the Pure Heart Hall with an iron rod......

Passing through the Pure Heart Hall and rushing out of the back door of the Sanqing Hall along the corridor, Liang Shiming ran towards the clean room of the Evergreen Hall with a chaotic mind.

Along the way, he kept thinking about the words of Qingcheng in the Wooden Pavilion, and his mind was muddy, and until now he was not sure whether Fang was a dream or a reality.

At this time, Liang Shiming thought again that the people in the wooden pavilion had asked him to return the strange treasure and iron rod to the Maoshan Sect, but he didn't hand over the strange treasure to himself, so what should he take to return it now? Could it be ......

I remembered that before I walked to the Octagonal Wooden Pavilion, I had been holding Lu Yezi's iron rod in my hand, but after talking to the people in the Wooden Pavilion and falling asleep, I woke up and found that the iron rod was not in my hand, but on the ground.

At this time, Liang Shiming looked at the iron rod in his hand blankly, and gradually, he found the clue.

He is with Lu Yezi every day, often sees the iron rod, and has also played with it himself, remembering that Lu Yezi's iron rod is silver and shiny, but at the moment the one in his hand is different, the color seems to be a little older, as if there is a faint layer of yellow mist on it.

Even if the size and weight of the iron rod in his hand are similar to Lu Yezi's, you can't see it if you don't look carefully, but Liang Shiming is very sure that this is not the one before!

"Is it ...... that I picked up from the ground? A real treasure of Maoshan Mountain!?" Liang Shiming muttered in trepidation.

At this time, when it was confirmed once again that Fang Cai was not a dream, and the person in the wooden pavilion was also the head of Qingcheng - Qingxuan Immortal, Liang Shiming was overjoyed, and now that he knew the place where he was in charge of teaching, he could find a suitable opportunity to go to Sanqing Hall again and ask him to help save his father!

When Liang Shiming came to the clean room, he found that Lu Yezi had already fallen asleep, and at this time, looking at the iron rod in his hand, thinking that this was the real treasure of Maoshan, Liang Shiming couldn't help but be happy for Lu Yezi.

Thinking of the master's entrustment at this moment, Liang Shiming planned not to explain it to Lu Yezi for the time being, and gently walked to Lu Yezi's bedside and leaned the iron rod against his bedside.

"Have you gone to the back mountain?" Lu Yezi asked with his eyes closed.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yezi was not asleep, Liang Shiming was startled, shook his head and said, "No." ”

"Where did you go, and why did it take so long to get back?"

"I'm ......"

"Okay, don't say it!" Lu Yezi waved his hand, then sat up and pointed to the round table, saying, "The meal is on the table, I have used it, you can use it." ”

"It was sent by Qingyang?"

"No, I just went to the dining hall to find a cook. ”

"Oh!?" Liang Shiming was taken aback and asked tightly, "You, shouldn't you have sto......len the tea buds because he asked the two of us to wash the dishes?"

Lu Yezi pouted and said, "Look at you, I'm not stupid, how can I be ruthless in someone else's territory!? I was kind enough to talk to him, and I learned that he didn't secretly hook up with You Jinsong to deceive you and I left...... The cook didn't like that You Jinsong either, saying that he was a bully, snobbish, and annoying!" Lu Yezi said, took the iron rod in his hand, looked at it and put it back on the bedside, and said, "Don't say it, I'll go back to sleep." ”

Seeing that Lu Yezi didn't see the strange appearance of the iron rod, Liang Shiming put his mind at ease, sat down at the round table and hastily ate some fasting, and then lay on the bed, recalling what the Qingcheng master of the octagonal wooden pavilion had said, and fell asleep unconsciously.

When Liang Shiming woke up again, he didn't know what time it was, but he saw that it was getting late outside the window, and Lu Yezi was snoring in bed.

I didn't think that I had slept from the afternoon until late at night, at this time Liang Shiming sat up, and he didn't feel hungry, so he wanted to practice cross-legged, but at this moment, he suddenly heard an earth-shattering loud noise in the air outside the room!

This loud noise was somewhat similar to the sword breaking through the sky he had heard before, but the sound was much louder, and Liang Shiming couldn't help but be frightened and his body trembled suddenly.

At this time, Lu Yezi also woke up suddenly, sat up from the bed, and saw Liang Shiming looking out the window, so he asked tightly, "What's wrong!?"

Liang Shiming turned his head in shock and asked, "Did you hear it too?"

"Nonsense! The house is about to collapse!"

Without any further delay, the two hurriedly put on their clothes and came to the door, followed the sound and looked up, only to see that above the dark night of the cave, a huge blazing light was shooting in the direction of the Sanqing Palace......