There is a thatched hut on the top of the peak of Taxian Peak that looks extremely simple from the outside, but there is a hole inside. For countless years, this is the place where the four of them gather. Perhaps this news will cause an uproar when it spreads outside, and cultivators of all realms will also speculate about what the four human immortals will discuss here, and whether it will change the general trend of the world because of this.

People go to high places, and cultivators are even more so. It's just limited by talent or luck. Many cultivators are simply not able to climb to a higher place, until in the end, they are disappointed and hopeful, and they die of this mind. Maybe when the realm is not enough to support Yangshou, it will be relieved. People are about to go into the ground, so why should they be nostalgic for the bloody battles in the rivers and lakes? Therefore, it is easy to obtain the thing of heart qi, but it is equally simple to say that it is lost.

Hefa Laosuo just reached the top of the mountain with Li Jingyun, and refused to take another half step forward. In his mind, the thatched hut was like a holy place, and it could not be polluted by others. He has been guarding this place for thousands of years, how could he be guarding himself at this time? Even if Li Jingyun persuaded him vigorously, it would not hurt, but the old man still walked down the mountain road to the bottom of the mountain. Because of the conversation between the two, he seemed to have an answer to the question he had been wondering about for many years. I'm in a hurry to go back to confirm it, if I'm lucky, maybe I'll be able to climb a small realm again.

It's just that he also knows very well in his heart that it may be wishful thinking that he wants to become a saint in this life. It is better to stay in Dazhen Road, just stay on this Immortal Peak, and save yourself from going to the outside world to be coerced by the general trend.

It wasn't until the back of the crane-haired old man disappeared that Li Jingyun turned around, pushed open the door in front of him and walked into the thatched house. The thick sword aura spread around him, and he frowned, no longer as approachable as before. From this moment on, he was the Great Sword Immortal, a human immortal who could sit on an equal footing with the three people in the room. The reason why he has never had the rest of the sword cultivators has always turned his qi into sword qi and wandered away from the habits around him. It's really because before he failed to become a human immortal, Li Jingyun experienced too many life-and-death battles in this heaven. Even the sword qi has been stained with blood, and if the determined person is contaminated with this sword qi, he may sink into it and become a sword slave. Unless you can suppress the master of sword qi with the realm, you will not be able to get out of the sword qi reincarnation in your lifetime.

Li Jingyun didn't think about sorting out his sword qi and making it more refined. It's just that the blood qi has become a part of his sword path, unless he falls into the realm of human immortals, and starts all over again from a saint. Otherwise, he would only be able to deliberately gather his sword qi to be able to walk in the sky. Fortunately, for a human immortal, it is indeed not difficult to do this, otherwise it would be a catastrophe just for the others who live with him on that island in the middle of the lake.

Walking out along a dark path, the light in the distance suddenly opens up. There was a table in a small pavilion, and three people were already sitting on four chairs around it. They drank the cup of tea in front of them, closed their eyes and recuperated, waiting for Li Jingyun, who had been delayed for a long time.

Li Jingyun strode forward and said loudly: "I was delayed by some things, otherwise, I must be waiting for the three of you." ”

The Taoist priest dressed in a Taoist robe and holding a dust whisk opened his eyes, sneered and said, "In the past thousand years, it has been said like this every time. If you don't believe it, I don't believe it, so just talk about it. ”

Li Jingyun ignored the other party and sat on the chair that belonged to him. He tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, then poured himself a cup of tea, and took a big sip regardless of whether his mouth was hot or not, muttering in his mouth, "I'm dying of thirst." ”

These four immortals, although they are far from being friends and confidants. But the entire Heavenly Heaven, for now, can be regarded as people in the same way, that is, there are four of them. No matter what, the relationship with each other is not bad. After all, those four people who had established the three sects on their own, and there was really no way to talk to their followers like idle chatter. In their respective Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, they are already "gods." Every word and deed is regarded as a guideline by the people behind him. They also came from a young age, but now, they are already immortals. But what exactly is a human immortal? Everyone has their own opinions, but only the four of them know. The high place is not cold, and it doesn't matter how high or low the realm is, but what the mood is.

Why does every immortal generously help the latecomers? It's just that they want to have one more companion.

Li Jingyun looked at the pavilion and remembered why it was placed here for no reason. Maybe he has entered the realm of human immortals, and he has no pursuit of foreign things. Or maybe it's been a long time, and there are so many things in my mind that I can't remember anymore. Back then, for this Zongyun Pavilion, which was famous on the list of 100 weapons, he could be said to have been born and died, and he almost fell into the realm before he finally got it. It's just that looking back now, since it is ranked outside the fifty, it is not very attractive to him. I almost left scars on my own cultivation path, which is really worth the loss.

Unlike what many people think, Li Jingyun's background is very humble. When he was young, he encountered a once-in-a-lifetime famine in heaven, and the people were struggling to make a living. On the contrary, those cultivators are able to drink and eat enough every day. And Li Jingyun, who became an orphan in this famine, also secretly vowed that one day he would become an immortal like those cultivators. But how easy is it for the mountains and fields to cultivate? Not to mention birth and death, even if they really have proud talents, but if they are not able to support the cultivation of people's exercises, they will eventually be unattainable. Fortunately, the emperor lived up to his wishes, and the most difficult years allowed this current great sword immortal to survive, so that he could talk and laugh with the other three immortals here today.

Every time he reminisced about the past years, Li Jingyun would take out a pot of old wine from the yard of his island in the middle of the lake for the first time. Wine is not a good wine, let alone a taste. But these are all bought by his hard work when he was young, and with the taste of his tongue, he can taste the ups and downs of the absurd things in the past, even if it is the immortal brew!

"We are here today because we all know our purpose. The Confucian immortal, who was dressed in a Confucian shirt and had a mellow voice, opened his eyes and fell on the bodies of the other three: "The great world is coming, and a hundred flowers are blooming." In the next thousand years, there should be another human immortal born out of nowhere. Let's launch one person as a family, and focus on training first. If there are other good seedlings, you can also consider them. ”

As he spoke, the Confucian sage stretched out his finger and tapped the sky: "After all, those outsiders who always want to break into our heavens are becoming more and more restless and self-conscious. Although the four of us are here, we are afraid that it may not be enough. In the vast heaven and earth of heaven, someone has to stand up again!"

"yes...... Those outsiders who are eyeing each other are indeed a big problem. Now that they have come to our side because of the suppression of the Great Dao of Heaven and Heaven, they naturally need to lower their realm. But what if they can adapt to the Great Dao on our side, or even if the Great Dao is already able to accept them, these are all big hidden dangers!" The Taoist priest opened his mouth and said softly.

Almost every time the four of them get here, they talk about it to a greater or lesser extent. From the beginning with a smile on his face and not worrying much, to the present time when he wanted to find a practitioner who could fight off outsiders with him. But the word human immortal alone is an unattainable barrier for countless cultivators. Just stepping out of one's own path is already difficult for cultivators who are still struggling in the Five Realms of Immortals. What's more, you have to have excellent talents, and both are indispensable.

The monk Baoxiang, who was wearing a robe and constantly twisting Buddhist beads in his hand, took the lead in throwing out the topic: "There is a young Buddha in our Buddhist family, which is very consistent." Now that he is about to enter the year of establishment, he should already be in the realm of the Dao if he goes out again. And most of his own path has been opened. If it weren't for this, before the age of half a hundred, he might not be able to reach the realm of the Great Perfection Dao. And the saint is also at his fingertips, if he really succeeds in opening up his own path, the human immortal seems to be in the bag. ”

The monk smiled, as if he was sincerely happy at the mention of his proud disciple.

It's just that the three people around them know very well, how can they talk about such a simple thing to open up the road? Each of them is the pride of heaven belonging to their own era, and one person can carry the "Tao" of that entire era. Take the Buddha in the monk's mouth, it is indeed commendable to reach the realm of Zhendao half a hundred years ago. But if you really fall into the process of opening up your own path, I am afraid that the realm will not be improved even a little bit in this life. It's easy to pursue what people have come before, but it's hard to leave everything behind and want everything to come from your own spiritual path.

"If that's the case, we also have one in Taoism, and the situation is similar to that of your Buddhas. It's just that he is younger, but if he goes on step by step, he should also choose to carve out his own path around the age of thirty. The Taoist priest continued, and the Confucian scholar also nodded slightly, indicating that the three of them also had such a talent.

Hearing this, Li Jingyun smiled heartily. The other three looked at him and asked one after another, "Could it be that among the sword cultivators, there is already a young man who can open up the path for his only son?"

"Of course. Li Jingyun pretended to be profound: "And you have all heard of this person." ”

"Oh?" asked the Confucian scholar, puzzled, "then we would like to hear about it." Such a young handsome man is still a sword cultivator. How can you not have a reputation in the heavens, could it be that you Li Jingyun personally trained a proud disciple?"

Li Jingyun spit out three words: "Zhuge Chen." ”

"That young God King, didn't he say that he had already cut off the God King Body and gone to other parts of the world? Could it be that he was broken and stood up even better than before? Interesting, in this case, if he really has opened up his own path, our three sects will definitely help. But before he can do that, he has to prove to us that the way he is going is not a broken path. Otherwise, our efforts will be in vain. The Taoist priest said.

Although judging from the current situation, it is absolutely impossible for Zhuge Chen to return to the Zhuge family that is friendly with Taoism. But no one can say for sure what will happen in the future, after all, there is such an incense invitation. What's more, even if Zhuge Chen is ruthless, will he really destroy his own family?

Li Jingyun nodded lightly and said, "Naturally." ”

But Confucianism stirred up Li Jingyun's interest at this time: "In fact, in addition to that disciple, there is another person who is not an orthodox Confucian disciple, but he can also be counted in this ranks. That person is the prince of the Taiyi Divine Dynasty, and he still has a lot of connections with Zhuge Chen. If I'm not mistaken, the reason why that god-king body was able to break through and open up its own path so early should be regarded as his first credit. ”

Li Jingyun frowned, he naturally knew that the person in the other party's mouth was Huangchengzi. But sitting here, he couldn't pull out his sword, if this was the case, I was afraid that the entire Immortal Peak would be broken up in the battle between the two. What's more, it's just idle talk, not the reason why he can get angry. When he took a breath and calmed his mood, he said: "Confucian words can save people, but they can kill people. Boiling frogs in warm water and cutting yaks with blunt knives, Li really admired. ”

After hearing this, the Confucian still squinted and smiled, and no longer continued the topic, but stretched out his hand to open a portal and said: "Since everything that should be said has been said, I will take the first step, and it will not be too late to talk about it when there is something that needs to be decided together." With that, his figure flashed away.

And the monk gave birth to a lotus flower on the soles of his feet, ascended to the sky step by step, and left directly without saying a word. However, the Taoist priest and Li Jingyun also knew the monk's temper, so they didn't say much, just watched him leave. As a result, there were only two of them left in the Zongyun Pavilion, who could be regarded as immortals with a very good temper.

Li Jingyun smiled and took out the best immortal brew from his own transformation world, filled a cup for the Taoist priest, and began to boast: "As the saying goes, good wine must be matched with immortals." It's not me who blows, but my pot of wine has a lot of origins. Just accumulating the power of the stars on a night when the moon and stars are scarce is enough for nine hundred and eighty-one days, not to mention being taken by me every day and nourished by the sword qi. Zhang Daoyi, if you can't come up with a good dish that can match my wine, don't be delusional and want to drink my baby!"

I thought about it for a long time, but I had no choice but to take out the good things that my disciples had honored themselves with a few years ago. He spread them out on the table one by one, and there were the Nine Immortal Grass, the Dream Dao Flower, and a piece of dragon meat torn from the real dragon in ancient times. Even if its fragrance is smelled by mortals, it may be possible to build one's own cultivation path in an instant.

Li Jingyun saw it in his eyes, and naturally moved his index finger and took the lead in eating. The wind and clouds generally held the piece of real dragon meat in his arms and kept it for himself, and did not forget to send his pot of wine to the Taoist priest. According to him, this is the exchange of courtesies. But after the Taoist priest wrinkled his nose and smelled it, he was furious at the moment, and lifted the table with both hands: "Li Jingyun, do you want to be shameless! You want to send me away the broken wine with two copper plates that can be bought in the ordinary market?

Li Jingyun, who had already pressed one hand on his sword, was fearless: "Is Lao Tzu still afraid that you won't succeed?" But I pinched my fingers and calculated, it is not suitable to catch and kill each other today. You just wait for me for more than ten years, besides, thank you for your true dragon meat!" As soon as his words fell, a blood-black sword aura rose into the sky, enveloping him in it, making it easy for the Taoist priest to not be able to approach him at all. And by the time the sword qi dissipated, Li Jingyun had disappeared without a trace.

The Taoist priest frowned, but it was not because Li Jingyun had used some small tricks to deceive his treasured true dragon meat, but he could still vaguely hear the voice of the other party staying here with sword qi as a medium.

"What a stupid!"

The Taoist priest flicked his sleeves, but he couldn't find Li Jingyun's retreat, and in the end he could only return to his own Taoist hall that had been carefully built for thousands of years after becoming a human immortal. As soon as he entered the door, his eldest disciple stepped forward, thinking of asking his master what he had talked to the other three. But he was slapped by Zhang Daoyi, who was angry, and he only left a sentence, and then walked into the main hall: "Next time, if any of you dare to send real dragon meat when you are filial to your teacher, you will dare to cut you with a thousand knives as a teacher, do you hear! And don't come to disturb my cultivation these days, you will bear the consequences if you don't have long eyes!"

After a long time, the eldest disciple of the Taoist priest finally came to his senses, and he said to himself in confusion: "What's wrong with the master this time, I was very happy after going to talk to those three people and coming back, why is this time completely different." Could it be that something big is going to happen in heaven? No, as the master's eldest disciple, I must solve problems for Taoism. Don't wait until it's imminent, or it'll be too late!"

After that, this eldest disciple, who was recognized as the most difficult to use among the disciples of the Dao Ancestor, forgot his master's previous advice and strode towards the main hall. Although his junior brother blocked him, not only was it fruitless, but it strengthened his determination to see his master. The result was naturally as expected, their master's palm was like thunder, and it directly slapped the eldest disciple out of the north base. As for where it will end up, no one knows.

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At the same time, there is an island in the middle of the lake.

An old man sat on a horse, drinking wine and nibbling on real dragon meat. What makes him happiest is that neither of the two things was bought out of his own pocket. How did you say that?

Other people's things are the most delicious!