There are myths for thousands of miles, and all the mountain roads are immortal. The fairy deer sang vigorously against each other, and the white cranes both leaned on the green pines. The longevity of Ganoderma lucidum bathes in the sun, and the long live ginseng baby is busy moving. All because of the high mountains to leave famous people, but Kunlun is famous because of the sound of immortals. All living beings worship the three statues to the Tao, and Kunlun is fortunate to be a saint.

Kunlun Mountain is the ancestral vein of ten thousand mountains, the dragon of the ten directions, the majestic and handsome stretches endlessly, the fairy light and the weather is infinite, the central mountain peak is like the pillar of optimus, there is "Sanqing Cave" on it, it is the place where the ancestors of the Sanqing Dynasty cultivate the law.

The prestige of the ancestors of the Three Qing Dynasty shocked the heavens and the world, and made them famous in all directions and ten places, so the land of Kunlun was full of peace within thousands of miles.

On this day, there was a space distortion outside Kunlun Mountain, and a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy flew out, landing in front of Kunlun Mountain, and kept looking around.

I saw that not far away was written "Kunlun Eastern Boundary" in five sacred characters. Yang Jiao was excited, after more than a thousand years, he finally came to Kunlun Mountain.

was about to walk into Kunlun Mountain, and suddenly, an old Taoist with white beard and white hair appeared in front of him, sitting on a green ox and walking slowly.

Yang Jiao bowed in surprise and said, "Master, you are here, the disciple has rushed to Kunlun Mountain within three thousand years, please allow the disciple to serve by your side." ”

The old Taoist said expressionlessly, "I don't dare to give a big gift to Xiaoyou, I shouldn't have gone back on my word, but Xiaoyou doesn't want to make peace with Lao Dao, so Xiaoyou should go back." ”

Yang Jiao's heart suddenly cooled half, he was friendly with the Protoss, and even combined with Houtu, it seems that the fairy world does not want to see this situation.

Therefore, Shizun is so angry, it seems that he can only punish himself and show sincerity, so that he can not let other immortal Dao friends doubt the reputation of his master.

The so-called: teach children as young as possible, and cultivate trees as soon as possible. Tianzun doesn't necessarily care, the so-called doubts and other people's thoughts.

Because, as long as he is in the holy place, as long as he says what he says, it is the rules, and the words of the charter are followed.

The reason why he was so dissatisfied was just to beat Yang Jiao, don't make mistakes, although the gods and the immortal world get along well.

However, their respective interests are always different, sooner or later they will have to do it, Yang Jiao will inevitably be sandwiched in the middle of it will be difficult to choose, he is a moral god, advocating inaction, and likes to conform to the general trend.

For his disciples, Tianzun has never been so strict, as long as he doesn't enter the Demon Dao, he is quiet and inaction, whether he is an otaku or a wandering immortal, even if he wants to go to Heaven to be an official, there is nothing to do.

However, some rules are always insurmountable, so it is best to take advantage of Yang Jiao's youthful temperament to beat and transform in advance, once and for all.

In this way, at the boundary monument of Kunlun Mountain, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old little Taoist priest knelt down, regardless of the wind and rain.

Gradually, countless small animals came to watch, but fortunately, all Kunlun creatures understood that those wearing Taoist robes in Kunlun Mountain could not be provoked, so they could only watch from afar.

A hundred years have passed, Yang Jiao's heart is unbearable, and at the same time, his heart is also swaying, at this moment, he is already an immortal, and he can move around.

Moreover, with Houtu's wife, as long as he doesn't die, it's no problem to live for tens of thousands of years, but his heart is really a little difficult to give up.

He always felt very strange in his mind, the gods and immortals of the Sanqing Dao Ancestors, there are legends in later generations, and even Emperor Jun Taiyi has a name handed down to the world.

It is said that the Wu clan, which claims to be a god race, has a prestige that shocks the heavens, and it is impossible for those leaders to have no names, but the word Wu is rarely recorded.

Even the Protoss has no rumors, some only have the gods sealed by the Taoist Immortal Gate, all of which makes him very uneasy, if he is not strong enough, how can he protect his beloved goddess wife?

Two hundred years have passed, Yang Jiao can already calm his mind, and he has begun to reflect on whether his actions are wrong.

After all, after countless years of sleeping and loneliness, he can still restrain himself from loneliness and loneliness, and now is the best time for him to subdue his heart.

Three hundred years have passed, and Yang Jiao has been able to ignore the short-term entry and cultivation of foreign objects, and even listen to the breathing of animals and plants.

Four hundred years have passed, and the dust has been around him, slowly falling into a dirt bag, Yang Jiao still has his eyes open and motionless, and finally let the dust block all the light.

Five hundred years have passed, and Yang Jiao's heart can barely reflect everything and deduce the ending without moving his thoughts.

A thousand years have passed, and the place where Yang Jiao is located is already a mountain bag, except for the old creatures, there are not many people in Kunlun Mountain who remember Yang Jiao.

Even some newborn creatures will play and even pull a soak of feces on the mountain bag where Yang Jiao is located.

Yang Jiao's Zhihai Mud Pill Palace in the mountain bag already has the light of wisdom shining, and the breath has initially been the same as the earth, and even the birds, beasts and trees have already regarded him as a member.

Fifteen hundred years have passed, and the hill has become a mountain thousands of meters high, towering and undulating, and even countless creatures have made their homes and multiplied on it.

Yang Jiao still kept his eyes open and didn't blink, but in his eyes, there was no childishness of flying and jumping, but on the contrary, it was full of peace and nature, and he could even see that the green mountains were long and the blue water was murmuring.

All the wisdom rays in the sea of knowledge have condensed into a pearl of wisdom, calmly shining on every inch of the sea of knowledge, not even a trace of divine brilliance, calm and simple nature.

1,800 years have passed, the mountain is higher and stretches to connect with Kunlun Mountain, and there are even mountain springs gushing out, and strange flowers and plants are everywhere.

On this day, countless apes cry and play, colorful birds are loud and beautiful, elk drink water, white cranes wash, clouds are light and the wind is light, everything is leisurely.

Suddenly, the wind did not stop, the clouds did not stop, and a Taoist man of sixteen or seventeen years old suddenly and naturally appeared at the foot of the mountain, and his appearance was natural and harmonious.

It was as if he was a green pine, a little bird, he should have been there, and there was even a little bird that was chattering around him.

Smiling slightly, like a breeze and a bright moon and a warm spring breeze, he touched the bird's back, and the bird flew away satisfied.

Looking up at the sky and smiling slightly, Yang Jiao tidied up his clothes, knelt down in the direction of Kunlun Mountain and bowed, "Disciple Yang Jiao, thank you for the grace of Shizun's teaching and cultivation, please accept the disciple to get started." ”

The first worship, at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the east boundary card is 300 zhang away.

There seemed to be no movement, Yang Jiao bowed again, "Disciple Yang Jiao, thank the master for teaching and cultivating, the grace, please accept the disciple to get started." ”

The second worship, Kunlun Mountain "Yingdao Pavilion".

Yang Jiao's eyes didn't understand and his heart didn't move, and then he bowed and said, "Disciple Yang Jiao, thank you for the grace of Shizun's teaching and cultivation, and please accept disciples to get started." ”

The third worship, Kunlun Mountain "Fengdao Pavilion".

The fourth worship, Kunlun Mountain "Mingdao Pavilion".

The fifth worship, Kunlun Mountain "Wendao Pavilion".

The sixth worship, Kunlun Mountain "ask the Taoist".

The seventh worship, Kunlun Mountain "Dedao Pavilion".

The eighth worship, the top of Kunlun Mountain, "Tiandao Pavilion." ”

The ninth worship, the top of Kunlun Mountain "Sanqing Palace".

Finally, the gate of Sanqing Palace opened, and an ethereal and simple voice came from inside, "I'm Yang Jiao, come in." ”

Exactly: after 3,000 years of twists and turns, half of the apes have been centered. One day into the Sanqing Palace, the red dust is overwhelming.