Echoing in the country of Orange Luo, it is the sentence that the most drinkable old eagle has fallen.

This voice naturally entered the ears of a prince, and when Li Shuishan left the country, he chased to the rear, and called loudly: "Master, master, please stay." ”

Li Shuishan would look at the silver-armored soldiers who were calling on horseback, and asked, "When, do you want to ask me so busy?"

After dismounting, this person knelt down and said: "The prince heard that the seniors drank and competed in the competition, and they were able to defeat the old eagle of Chunxiu Pavilion in one stroke, so please enter the palace to talk about wine, and there will be a reward." ”

Li Shuishan turned around, "Tell the prince that I am not interested, if you want to drink with me, wait for me in the holy place of cultivation in your country." ”

As soon as he walked, the flowing steps disappeared in the mist behind, leaving the soldiers who hesitated in place, and the matter reached the ears of the prince, who sat on the dragon bed, with a green fruit on his head, and his right hand holding the woman's weak body, and gasped: "How can this be reasonable, such a person is not a master of the master, and he is so unkind to me? Prepare the horse, I'd like to see how tall this man really is. ”

A sweaty and bloody horse fell under the prince's buttocks, and the mighty army set off from the palace and went straight into the distance, and the people outside the city wall did not know what was going on, and they were shocked. The news of the attack on other countries was like a violent wind, and several figures in the imperial city could not stand, thinking, no, how can you say that you will fight, who is this going to fight? However, this pampered baby is so casual, and his father's feelings have to be used up by him.

But the figure of the prince appeared on the high mountain of the Orange Luo country, where there were three or four gathered to meditate Taoist priests, with their hands hanging in the air, and there was an old sage with black hair hanging down behind, commonly known as He Daozu, after all, in this mountain, no one has not heard of his name, and he shocked thousands of armies with one hand, killing barbarians from the outside world, it is so light and invincible, but in the case of such a thousand people admired, he is also facing the problem of life and death.

Several newcomer women beside him were quietly gasping for breath, no matter what movement around them they couldn't open their eyes, if they saw something that shouldn't be seen, they wanted

Gouge out your eyes.

As soon as the old sage made a move, he caused the mountain to fall down, and there were wild creatures screaming in the whole mountain, and the living creatures were also a kind of sacrifice, he read poetry and books, and now he has turned from a saint to a cultivator, and has studied enough of the necessary truths, and now he is indeed looking at the sky and does not dare to take a step of the coward.

"Why don't you dare?" Li Shuishan walked up the mountain, put his hands behind his back, and looked at it casually.

"There is no dare, but it is difficult to cut off all causes. But dare I ask who you are?" The old sage was empty-handed, his already gray hair turned black after one night of enlightenment, but because of the abandonment of Heaven's will, he destroyed his future, sat on the high mountain and asked himself, what is the sky?

Li Shuishan sat cross-legged, if he hadn't walked through many rivers in many countries and saw a few feng shui arrays that gathered aura, the helplessness in his eyes would have already appeared, just because there was still hope here, he sat down, wanted to say a few more words, and waited for the prince.

Several Taoist priests saw Li Shuishan's body tremble at first sight, his mouth was speechless, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground. ”

Li Shuishan didn't say a word, if it weren't for the fact that there were still many people under the mountain who were going up the mountain to seek Taoism and marriage, such things would naturally be handed over to some little Taoist priests to do, and the old Taoist priests would not go out easily, unless they were some big officials and dignitaries, and they would not simply pat their butts to greet them.

Out of the customs Lao Dao said loudly: "In the north wind, the north of the north, the wind of the wind." ”

The wind swept and he stood on the top of the mountain and bowed respectfully.

"I have been waiting for the immortals to come for 30 years, and now I have fulfilled my wish, and I hope that my predecessors will solve my doubts, and I am very grateful. ”

The words of the immortal alarmed everyone, causing the old sage's heart to soften, he had indeed heard that the immortal was born in the world, but he had not seen it, at this time, the young man in front of him was actually an immortal? To be honest, but he was a little unconvinced, but the old man was so sure that he had to bend down and salute.

Previously, it was his personal choice to turn into the Holy Dao, and the old Dao of the North Wind was the strongest in Sanqing Prefecture, and the closest generation of Daoists to the Heavenly Dao, and he had followed him to comprehend the Dao of Heaven for many days, and it was not as fast as the comprehension of a good word he had carved by himself in the Sage Academy. When the height of the mind reaches a certain level,

Everything will become clear, he happens to be this kind of person, but over time, when his bottleneck has arrived, there is nothing to see, so he walks out of the academy and travels around.

This walk is ten years, during which many scholars followed in his footsteps, but they all gave up halfway, the gravel on the ground pierced the straw sandals on the feet, the heavy rain in the sky wet the clothes on the body, and the coils in the hands were worn out in the inn. But his footsteps did not stop, he walked far and saw it far away, but the use was beyond reach, and he knew that he had seen the way of heaven.

He came to the mountain of the most famous saints in the past, and it is also the holy place of Taoist cultivation now.

Follow the wind and practice, drifting for a hundred days.

Li Shuishan sat on the side, no matter what others thought of him, he was indifferent.

"Please give me a clear path from my seniors, where is this road to ascension?"

The fairyland-like peaks make many people linger back and forth, and the purpose of Li Shuishan's coming here is to wait for the prince.

"There is no road. ”

Tempest was surprised and asked respectfully, "What do you mean by what the senior said? How can a mortal cultivator ascend without a road?"

Li Shuishan picked up a stone and threw it down the mountain, and said lightly: "This is the answer." ”

Storm frowned, he seemed to understand the meaning of the stone falling down the mountain, tears fell uncontrollably, the Taoist who had practiced for a hundred years did not fall to the ground in the face of life and death, but today because of the little stone holding his head and crying, the surrounding Taoist priests did not know why.

"Why is this the result, the poor Dao has cultivated so far, and I have never been sorry for the Heavenly Dao, why do you want to do this?"

Lao Dao knelt on the ground, "Please ask the senior to indicate what Poor Dao should do next." ”

Li Shuishan sighed and said, "Do what you want, this is the best guidance." ”

The old man was silent, quietly accompanying Li Shuishan, you must know that the owner of this mountain is like this, the old sage sighed, no need to ask, a question is also like this, for everything in front of him, he is already familiar with everything, what he wants to know is, who cut off all this?