"Do you know, Shi Zhixuan is crazy, the rivers and lakes are rumored that you beat him crazy, really, fake? Now the people in the rivers and lakes also call Shi Zhixuan the 'evil king', and the four old monks of Zen Buddhism went to besiege and kill Shi Zhixuan again, and the news came out together. After Shan Meixian finished chatting about Taixuan becoming famous again, she began to gossip and said the news that surprised Taixuan.

"Shi Zhixuan is crazy, evil king, besiege and kill again?" Taixuan muttered, thinking in his heart: "Shi Zhixuan can't escape his fate after all, he didn't kill him, he still walked the old path, it seems that Bixiu's heart is dead!"

"You really don't know? Shan Meixian was also taken aback when she looked at Taixuan.

"Yes, Bixiu's heart is dead, Shi Zhixuan will go crazy!" Yue Shan also had a sad face, the former red face died, he was also a little sad, he still had a guess in his heart about why Shi Zhixuan was crazy, not quite like he was beaten crazy.

"Do you believe that I can beat Shi Zhixuan crazy, when Qinling was in the first battle, I just abolished one of his arms and left hand!" Tai Xuan sighed with a sigh on his face, sighing at the turn of fate, no one can escape, one of hundreds of millions like him.

"Shi Zhixuan's left hand is useless, the four old monks of Zen Buddhism are really useless, the evil king is so powerful!" Shan Meixian was shocked.

Then the three of them chatted about what they had seen and heard in the rivers and lakes, and the atmosphere was harmonious, and Yue Shan did not propose to learn martial arts, which man in the rivers and lakes wanted to take the initiative to find abuse.

At night, a bright moon rises into the sky, and the three people in the small courtyard drink the mellow osmanthus wine brewed by Taixuan, smell the fragrance of osmanthus blooming from the small osmanthus tree in the Taoist temple, eat moon cakes together, and enjoy the moon.

Shan Meixian listened to Taixuan talk about moon cakes and the Mid-Autumn Festival, and also heard many beautiful poems about moon appreciation, her two eyes only shone, and she shouted that she would come to Huashan every year to enjoy the moon and eat moon cakes.

Three days later, Shan Meixian and Yue Shan left, and Huashan Taixuanguan returned to calm, Taixuan sat and watched the clouds roll up and listen to the flowers bloom and fall. Disputes under the mountain, as long as you don't provoke yourself, you don't have to pay attention to it, idle clouds and wild cranes, and enjoy yourself.

In the following ten years, Shan Meixian really came to Huashan every year to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival and enjoy the moon, but Shan Meixian's martial arts only had eight veins of strange scriptures from the first time he saw him, and now he has entered the congenital. A sharp sword intent, fierce and compelling, obviously Yue Shan passed on his sword dao essence to Shan Meixian, not a tyrant, a heart is placed on this only daughter. Shan Meixian's internal strength is the Heavenly Demon Strategy mastered by the Yin Sect, and now he has cultivated the Heavenly Demon Dafa to the fifteenth layer, and under the Yanling Knife, he is also a very good hand in the innate, and the side of the year is not worth a hundred moves in the hands of Shan Meixian now.

"The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year!" is another Mid-Autumn Festival, Taixuan sighed.

"Monk, what's wrong with you this year, so sentimental!" Shan Meixian has always called Taixuan a monk, and when she found Taixuan sad here, she asked.

"More than ten years have passed in a flash, I want to go down the mountain!" Taixuan said, and said secretly in his heart: "It's eleven years since the great cause, and now Yang Guang is trapped in Yanmen by the Turks, and he will go down to Yangzhou next year. ”

"You want to go down the mountain?" Shan Meixian was taken aback, this is big news, after all, Taixuan's identity is too special, the number one master in the world, every move can affect the rivers and lakes, he has not moved in Huashan all these years, and no one has come to provoke him, and I don't know how much wind and waves it will cause when he goes down the mountain this time.

"I'm going to follow this time, anyway, you're not a Buddhist now, you won't drive me away this time!" Shan Meixian said, staring at it with her eyes fixed.

In the eleventh year of the great cause, in mid-September, Taixuan and Shan Meixian came to Jiangdu (Yangzhou of the Sui Dynasty), in the evening, the Shilong Martial Arts Hall, Taixuan felt that the master of the peak of the eight veins of the Strange Scripture was estimated to be the stone dragon, and the stone dragon could be cultivated to the peak of the eight veins of the strange scriptures in the case of the monopoly of book knowledge resources in the case of the current gate valve in the world.

"Let's go in, what I'm looking for is here!" Taixuan led Shan Meixian to find Shi Long directly without talking nonsense to him, cast the Soul Transfer Dafa, and took away the "Recipe for Eternal Life".

"It's actually "The Recipe for Longevity", how do you know!" On the way back to Huashan, Shan Meixian took the "Recipe for Longevity" and flipped through it to understand it, and asked helplessly.

"The secret of heaven must not be revealed!" Taixuan had no choice but to play a sharp attack, this question is really difficult to answer.

"The Secret of Longevity" is written on the Xuanjin silk thread woven into a book silk, too Xuanguan, the two of them look at it repeatedly, in addition to the seven humanoid diagrams on the top are very similar to the eight veins of the Qi Jing and the twelve canonical directions to the route diagram can be understood, and the ghost drawing symbols of its annotations are very similar to oracle bone characters, and one can not be understood. Tai Xuan looked at this image and actually started practicing Qi from the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and then walked the twelve canons, feeling like watching the "Sunflower Treasure Book", and it was cold below.

Shan Meixian cultivated according to the route of the image, the true qi in her body was chaotic, her qi and blood were churning, and she was in danger of going mad, so she quickly stopped in fright. Every picture of the immortal heart has been refined, the same effect, angrily threw the "Recipe of Longevity" on the ground, kicked it, and chopped it with a knife without understanding the hatred, and the book was not damaged at all, which was very magical. After Shan Meixian discovered this function, she tried to use water to soak and roast the secret methods of the rivers and lakes. Even if I scraped the book with a knife, not a single word was lost, and it was still undamaged. In the end, he gave up and threw "The Recipe of Eternal Life" to Taixuan like garbage.

Taixuan watched Shan Meixian toss the book silk in different tricks, his heart suddenly moved, he had an idea, and said to Shan Meixian: "I want to retreat, you help me watch the Taoist temple, don't let people disturb me!" picked up the book and entered the secret room.

"Do you know the secret of the Recipe for Longevity?" asked Shan Meixian excitedly.

"I have an idea, I don't know if I can do it, I'll tell you when I get out!" Taixuan carried the sword and entered the secret room without hurrying, and Shan Meixian stayed outside the secret room and waited.

Tai Xuanpan sat indoors, the sword was placed on the left side, and after calming down, his mind entered the Qinglian who knew the sea, and pressed the book to his forehead and eyebrows. The sea of knowledge was chaotic, and a green lotus became the only light, and the pure and soft light shone through the surrounding area. After the mind and Qinglian were one, imagining the detection towards the center of the eyebrows, the book outside instantly a colorful light penetrated into the sea of knowledge, and seven figures seemed to come alive and stood three-dimensionally in the sea of knowledge, and at the same time, there were a total of 7,400 words that were not known but understood the meaning of the words slowly rotated around the image as if they came to life. The sound of the Tao rhyme resounded throughout the sea of knowledge, and the twelve-petal green lotus that was integrated with the mind in the sea of knowledge swayed and swayed, and the whole mind was attracted by the artistic conception of this mysterious Tao rhyme, and there was no thought. Outside the body, a layer of seven-colored soft light appeared on the periphery of the book and hung in front of Taixuan's forehead, Taixuan unconsciously let go of his hands. Sitting with both hands, the whole person is solemn and has a cyan light, just like a green lotus in full bloom.

It's been nine days and eight nights, Taixuan still hasn't come out of the secret room, and Shan Meixian outside has been anxious and fruitless at the beginning, eager to break in, and later returned to her normal mentality, cooking and eating by herself, not caring at all, and glancing at the back room from time to time.

In the early morning of the ninth night, the sky outside had just brightened, the secret room was opened, and Taixuan came out in high spirits, and the whole person looked radiant, but unpretentious.

Shan Meixian rushed in when the secret room was opened, ready to ask what is the secret of "Longevity Formula", there must be something to be gained from retreat for such a long time, but when it came to her mouth, she suddenly retracted it, circled around Taixuan three times, and said with a little fright: "Monk, you have become different, you have broken through again?"

"That's right, Great Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster of the Inner Scene!" Tai Xuan's joyful voice replied affirmatively.