Dongsheng Dynasty.

Huai'an, Fengcheng.

Zhuangyuan, poolside.

I saw a young man in white, sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the pool in front of him.

There are countless carp in the pond, which are golden and red, like auspicious clouds.

"Ancient books, the pond is full of three thousand six hundred, or one Jiao. ”

The young man in white sighed and patted his thigh, still unconscious.

His face was pale, his breath was vain, and he looked sick and weak.

Because he is often in the house, he rarely goes out, he has never been exposed to the wind and sun, and because of his weak body, his qi and blood are not smooth, and his skin is as white as snow.

His name is Zhuang Ming, and he is twenty-six years old.

Six years ago, he started from scratch, and now his business is huge, all over the Dongsheng Dynasty, and he is already the richest man in the sixteen prefectures of Huai'an.

"Childe. ”

It was a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a beautiful face, and said softly, "The medicinal bath is ready." ”

Zhuang Ming smiled slightly, responded well, and immediately looked at the rockery next to him, and said, "Yin Ming, push me back to the room." ”

After the rockery, I saw two figures and came out.

These two figures have similar appearances, but their temperaments are completely different.

A burly man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, but seeing that he has a resolute face, a slightly dark complexion, and a wooden face, his name is Qianyang.

A medium stature, not tall or thin, but with a delicate appearance, white skin as jade, but with a cold expression, his name is Yin Ming.

Yin Ming didn't say a word, stepped forward, and began to push the wheelchair.

Qianyang followed behind, and his face sank like water, like a mountain.

And the little maid's daughter followed by the side, walking slowly.

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In the room.

Steaming.

There is a bath bucket in the room, in which there is white vapor steaming, and many medicinal materials can be faintly seen, rising and falling.

"Alright, let's all go down. ”

Qianyang and Yin Ming, both of them just responded and retreated.

The little maid remembered something, her face was slightly red, but she also retreated, her heart was quite complicated, as the personal maid of the son, she served the son to bathe and change clothes, which was also a matter of duty.

However, even if Childe's legs and feet are inconvenient, but every time he takes a medicinal bath, he always doesn't need the help of others, and she vaguely feels that Childe just doesn't want people to feel that he can't take care of himself, and his pride and self-esteem are out of bounds.

She had complicated thoughts and had a lot of thoughts, but she still calmed down, bent down and saluted Qianyang and Yin Ming, and then retreated.

And Qianyang and Yin Ming both looked indifferent, and their eyes were dull.

They stood on two sides and guarded the doors of their houses, like two gods.

At this time, in the room, it was a different scene.

Zhuang Ming did not undress, nor did he enter the bathtub.

He bowed his head slightly and reached into his arms.

He took something out of his bosom.

This thing is pale white, but it is almost colorless, about a finger thick, no more than a foot long, shaped like a small snake, slightly writhing, quite flexible.

"It's been six years. ”

Zhuang Ming exhaled and put the cloud snake into the bathtub.

In the tub full of medicinal herbs, I saw a cloud snake swimming in it.

This precious medicinal bath, which cost a hundred taels of silver, is enough to buy many maids at a starting price, but no one thought that this was not used on the son himself, but on a small snake.

He looked at the little snake swimming inside, his expression was in a trance, and he said in a low voice: "It took six years to turn from a thin filament to this foot long...... In my lifetime, before my physical body decays, can I really refine this divine dragon body?"

He sighed, and the depths of his eyes were full of exhaustion.

When he was young, he had the fate to meet a master of cultivation, and when he arrived on Jusheng Mountain, he became the thirteenth disciple of Bai Shengjun, a true person of the Daomen.

He was on the mountain, relying on the basic mantra, for nearly ten years, and initially cultivated his qi, saved a wisp of true qi, and touched the threshold of cultivation.

However, after cultivating a wisp of true qi, when he really practiced the exercises of gathering the holy mountain, the place where the forbidden land was located, a sudden change occurred, which instantly caused his true yuan to rebel, and the Dao seal collapsed, penetrating his dantian, and cutting off his hope for further progress on the road of cultivating immortals.

"Cultivating the Tao, staying in the world for eternity, and eventually becoming a dream bubble. ”

Zhuang Ming sighed, recalled the scene in a trance, sighed in his heart, and said in his heart: "The word Xianfan, after all, are two worlds. ”

After that day, he was so depressed that he lost his spirit of cultivation again, as if the sky had fallen.

In the holy mountain, the yin and yang tides rotate, and the cold wave is once in thirty years, and the mountain gate is about to be closed.

At that time, his dantian was damaged, and although there was still true qi in his body, he was still a mortal in the flesh, and his cultivation could not be advanced, and it was difficult to withstand the cold wave in the mountains, so he had to go down the mountain and return to the mortal dust.

The senior brother took pity on him and took him down the mountain in person, and after killing the demons and eliminating the demons, he found a rich and unkind member, and used the Taoist method to coerce and plant spells, so that the other party's family property was all handed over to him.

"Although you cannot live forever, you can also enjoy a lifetime of wealth. ”

These were the words that the senior brother left for him before leaving.

And he has been in Jusheng Mountain since he was a child, suffered the first blow in his life, was disheartened, in the world, he was also depressed, and borrowed wine to kill his sorrows, and then one day, when he was driving a horse near the cliff, the horse was frightened and fell down the mountain.

Because there were green pines growing in the cracks of the cliff, he was blocked in mid-air, and the horses were at the bottom, so he was lucky not to die.

However, after falling off the cliff, his right leg was broken, and his left leg was also severely injured, and since then his legs and feet have been inconvenient, so he can only borrow a wheelchair to walk.

However, he did not die, and his physical cripple was given another path to immortality.

"Too void and clear the dragon chapter. ”

Zhuang Ming exhaled, his eyes in a trance.

In a trance, I remembered the scene of that day.

It was an encounter of a lifetime.

That was the day when he regained hope after the path of cultivating immortals was broken.

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He was bruised, his legs were broken, his body was covered in blood, and he woke up from a coma.

He grabbed the dead grass and crawled into a nearby cave.

The cave was dim, and only a dead body was seen.

The robes of the dead corpses were old and rotten, and the skin and muscles were all withered, clinging to the bones like black iron.

And around this dead corpse, there are countless white bones.

Seeing this, Zhuang Ming's heart couldn't help but sink.

At this moment, the dead corpse suddenly opened its eyes.

Its eyes are dark and have a blue glow inside.

Zhuang Ming was shocked and felt cold.

And at this moment, the dead corpse suddenly spoke.

"Young man!"

"It's a misfortune for you to fall into this place and you're seriously injured and disabled, but it's a great blessing to meet an old man. ”

"The old man has practiced for more than 800 years, walked the world, killed countless people, and collected thousands of exercises. ”

"Today, there are immortal scriptures of cultivation and immortality, about one hundred and seventy-two volumes. ”

"There are also all kinds of magic powers, specializing in fighting and killing, a total of eight hundred and sixty-four volumes. ”

"There are also divination calculations, observation of celestial phenomena, understanding the topography, recognizing people's physiognomy, turning stones into gold, refining medicine into pills, and so on. ”

The voice of the dead corpse was dry and stiff, and he said calmly: "Today you and I are destined, the old man passed on a volume of scriptures to you, do you seek the study of immortality, or the magic of supernatural powers, or all kinds of metaphysics?"

Zhuang Ming looked at him carefully, there was no fluctuation in his heart, the true inheritance of Jusheng Mountain was already the top skill in the world, and Bai Shengjun's cultivation was also the first real person in Dongzhou, so he could not be allowed to re-embark on the path of cultivation.

But just as he was about to speak, his heart suddenly palpitated.

The true qi that remained in the meridians seemed to sting, as if sensing some danger.

The true qi from Jusheng Mountain is good at seeking good fortune and avoiding evil.

What kind of omen is this?

Zhuang Ming's gaze condensed slightly, and landed on the white bones next to him.

Many of the bones still have fragments of decaying clothing.

Obviously, he is not the only one who has been here.

Moreover, the nearest white bone, the remnants of the decaying corner, seems to be the Dongsheng Dynasty, in the past three or five years, the rise of a new style of Confucian shirts.

With such a simple option, choosing one of the two, how could so many people die?

Zhuang Ming's mind turned in an instant, but there were not many clues in front of him, and he didn't know what the other party wanted, so he was silent for a while, and Fang followed his heart and slowly opened his mouth with the concept of gathering the holy mountain.

"The family teacher once said that if you don't live forever, even if you are invincible in the world, after the vicissitudes of time, you will still decay after death, and everything will be empty. ”

"If you only have to live forever and have no way to protect yourself, you are in danger of dying prematurely, and you will be bullied by others in the world. ”

"Although people are 100 years old, how many people in the world are there who are dying?"

"Most people in the world die in disasters and disasters, I will walk the world in the future, although I have an eternal life, but I am trembling, I am afraid of causing the disaster of death, how can I be happy?"

"Is it that you can hide again, you can endure again, can you really avoid endless disasters?"

"Those who practice in the world practice both the method of immortality and the art of protecting the Tao. ”

Zhuang Ming paused and asked, "Dare to ask the seniors, is there a way for the coexistence of two phases in the world?"

In the cave, there was silence for a long time.

The corpse paused for a moment, his tone was low, and his gloomy eyes were slightly complicated, and he said: "If people are insatiable, they will suffer misfortune. ”

Zhuang Ming saw the other party's eyes, his heart moved slightly, and he responded: "Since Mr. said this, then I am not greedy, and I abandon both, what should I do?"

The dead corpse said slowly: "If you are not greedy, I will kill you!"

Zhuang Ming couldn't help laughing, pulling the injuries of his feet, trembling in pain, and suddenly couldn't laugh, his face was pale and sweating like rain.

The dead corpse said slowly: "If you choose immortality, I will pass on your method of prolonging life, but I will let you stay here with me, eternal life." If you choose the skill of fighting, I will let you give you a spell, so that you can appreciate the power of this spell, and die today. And you are greedy and insatiable, vainly trying to have both, in today's Daomen, your heart is not pure, and it is difficult for you to become a great tool, but here in the old man, you can combine the true meaning of the Fa ......"

Zhuang Ming gasped twice, and suddenly felt in his heart that people's hearts were treacherous and unfathomable.

This strange man was buried at the bottom of the mountain, I don't know how many years, he was trapped here alone, and he was consumed into a dead corpse.

Even if the Tao is profound and immortal, but after many years of loneliness, even the thoughts, temperament and behavior are different from ordinary people, and they are extremely strange and bizarre.

"In that case, I don't know what exercises my predecessors have passed on to me?"

"In the primeval period, there was a dragon artifact, born to live forever, can call the wind and rain, can control the thunder, but also swallow the true Yan, its divine power is endless, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, shattering the sky and the earth. ”

After a pause, the man said in a deep voice: "The old man has been holding on for many years, and he only has half a breath left, so in order to find one person, he passed down this one, and the dragon chapter of Taixu Qing Qi turned into a dragon!"

If a man is insatiable, he will surely die.

If the dragon is insatiable, he will devour the heavens.

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