The overwhelming pressure, endless troubles, and treacherous conspiracies of the clouds, the young man in the green shirt and sword was lost on the difficult road.

It seems to be a trick, but in fact, it is exhausting.

It seems that solving problems is the purpose of life in itself.

He had already guessed who the mysterious old man was helping to ask this question, and thinking of the wise and silent old man in Jincheng, Yunluo's heart was both warm and ashamed.

Ever since he left the Xiling Sword Sect, he has gradually fallen into those conspiracies and troubles, and has begun to be pushed away by a pair of invisible hands.

Whether it is the changes in Hengyang, or the chaos of Luomei Yan, or the fog of Hualongchi and Wuyin Valley, and then to the current trip to Beiyuan, they are actually passively solving problems one by one and dealing with disasters one after another.

But in this way, the problem can never be solved.

He can roughly understand that the old man is not blaming him for coming to Beiyuan to help Pei Zhen, but reminding him not to forget his original intention, and to never forget and always be cautious in this chaotic red dust, so that he can slowly break free from the quagmire of life and take the initiative.

And what is his original intention, Yunluo's thoughts slowly drifted back to the top of the sword mountain when he first asked.

The mysterious old man from before was now quietly sitting in the room not far from Yunluo, and the silent figure could be seen through a window.

"Ashina Siqi, what do you think is real life. ”

The old man spoke softly, and a young man dressed in a grassland dress who was accompanying him thought for a moment, "The blue sky and white clouds, the horses and sheep, and the beloved girl, run carefree on the vast grassland. ”

After saying that, he looked at the old man a little shyly, and the old man smiled lightly, which made him even more shy.

"Have you lived a real life?" the old man looked at him with a smile.

The young man shook his head, "No, I'm always stuck in endless troubles and trivialities, I'm anxious and worried all the time, and it seems that there is always something to do." ”

The old man's eyes were wise and profound, looking at this young man who he had high hopes for, and solemnly said, "Child, this is the real life." ”

The young man called Ashina Siqi was taken aback.

The old man's words were actually only half said, "But some people can be the masters of life, and such people are really heroes of heaven and earth." ”

Yunluo got up, bowed lightly to the room where the old man was sitting, and drifted away.

The old man was stunned, then stroked his beard and smiled.

That old friend is really lucky, a son-in-law is so accomplished, and a grandson is so good, I can't envy it, I can't envy it!

Back at the inn, Yunluo freshened up and changed into clean clothes.

It's not disgust or whatever, but a sheep market taste, maybe some things will be exposed, or be careful.

Then knocked on the door next door, and to his surprise and surprise, the kid Jian Qi finally woke up.

Although it still looks like a person who hasn't slept for three days and three nights, he woke up anyway.

At this time, Yunluo suddenly realized that since he came out of the Dragon Pool, he had rarely felt tired, and he really wanted to thank them for being stunted and ruthless.

Jian Qi drooped his head, sat against the wall, saw the clouds falling, and lazily arched his hand, "Brother, thank you." ”

Yunluo held back a smile, "Don't thank me, thank God if you want to thank me!"

In Guan Youyou's murderous gaze, Yunluo forcibly changed his language.

At this moment, Jian Qi, who was in a daze, couldn't see this hidden bloody rain, and asked, "Where are we going next?"

"Go straight to Immortal City, and wait until you meet a few friends in Immortal City. "Yunluo already had a plan in his heart, but after today's thoughts, he has to modify it somewhat.

"Okay! Oh, I forgot to thank Brother Tai, this day is more than a day, thanks to Brother Tai's care. Jian Qi slowly stood up and saluted towards Yunluo.

Yunluo hurriedly waved his hand, "It's none of my business, it's all the credit of the girl." ”

As soon as he exited, he regretted it and hurriedly fled back to his room.

Jian Qi looked at Guan Youyou blankly, "Miss Youyou, is what he said true?"

Guan Youyou kicked him hatefully, and Jian Qi fell down in response, and seemed to fall asleep again.

"The surname is Jian! Are you cheap! Hurry up and get up for this girl!"

"Do you want to pretend, this girl doesn't eat you!"

Jian Qi stood still, as if he were dead.

Guan Youyou gritted his teeth, his blade appeared in his hand, and stabbed down towards Jian Qi.

Jian Qi hurriedly rolled to the side, letting Guan Youyou stab, "Oops, why did you faint all of a sudden just now, I'm sorry." ”

Guan Youyou triumphantly drew his blade from the bed board and turned back to the room.

Jian Qi had a bitter face, looked at the hole in the bed board, and sighed.

After leaving the room, Yunluo also paid an extra amount for Jian Qi's bed, and then the three of them each rode a horse and went out of Drinking Horse City.

In Jian Qi's room, the two little two gathered in front of the broken bed board, and they were amazed.

Xiao Er also stretched out his hand to compare the size of the hole, his face full of disbelief.

"Is this a legendary cultivator?"

"Strong!"

"Hard!"

Jian Qi naturally didn't know that he had somehow become the idol of two men, and he rode and suddenly wondered, "Brother, the time was urgent that day, I didn't hear your name too clearly, and then ask for a name?"

Yunluo smiled, "I'm from the south, Yunluo." ”

"Oh. Divine Book Sword Furnace Sword Seven has seen Brother Yun. ”

The two exchanged pleasantries, and then moved on.

When the three horses had already run away and disappeared into the undulating terrain, an exclamation suddenly came, ", you are the ???!!! Yunluo"

In the heavenly court, the crane hovered gracefully and leisurely in the air again, purple and immortal.

All the immortals are in their places, laughing and laughing, and the maids are shuttling endlessly with the delicacies and fairy brews like flowing water, which is a good scene of the immortals.

With the high platform, a figure slowly walked over, all eating, drinking, chatting, and laughing, no matter where they were heading, all of them were quiet at the same moment and turned to the high platform, saying in unison, "See Xuanzun." ”

Xuanzun Yang Xuanzhen sat down with a smile, "All the immortals are exempt from courtesy. ”

At this time, it was the fifteenth day of the abdication of the Heavenly Emperor, and these days, as they had promised, the Heavenly Emperor imprisoned himself on Lingxiao Island, and the Twelve Heavenly Immortals were claustrophobic in the mansion, not asking about the world.

Many immortals who were still worried slowly let go of their hearts.

Xuanzun coughed lightly, "The human world is left behind, please restore its right to supervise the human world, and continue to serve the great plan of the heavenly court, what do you think?"

There was a sudden discussion in the field, and most of the Heavenly Court Immortals came from the human world, and they naturally had a special feeling for the human world.

A slender and tall figure stood up, came out of the crowd, and said loudly, "Xuanzun, in the past, the Emperor of Heaven isolated the heavens and the people, with the heavenly court as the top and the world as the bottom, so that the four people in the world stayed behind to take care of the luck and stabilize the world. But now that Xuanzun is in charge, he has found another way, focusing on reforming the overall situation of the heavenly court, no longer taking care of the luck of the world, as long as the human world regularly worships the heavenly court, this is a good policy, why do you need to stay in the world and supervise again. ”

Xuanzun bowed slightly, as if he thought it was true.

Everyone looked at this popular man who used to be in front of the Emperor of Heaven, and now he was still very important under Xuanzun, and their hearts were full of jealousy.

But jealousy is useless, you can't beat people.

Because that was the head of Heavenly Court Sword Cultivation, Jing Yuheng.

Xuanzun's majestic and majestic voice sounded, "This is reasonable, but the world really needs a conclusion, do you have a good plan?"

With Fang Cai Jing Yuheng's opening, the immortals said a lot, but they were all circling in the old circle of the Emperor of Heaven back then, which was not in line with Xuanzun's mind at all.

Jing Yuheng smiled at the corner of his mouth, these people didn't understand what Xuanzun was thinking at all.

Until a bull-riding Taoist priest jumped off the back of the green ox and stood in the middle of the field, "Xuanzun, since our heavenly court is no longer in charge of human affairs, why don't we see who is in charge of the human world in front of us?

Xuanzun's eyes suddenly lit up, wonderful!

"Yes, you'll be in charge of it!"

The bull-riding Taoist priest bowed down to receive the order in a look of jealousy.

In a luxurious mansion in Tianjing City, the old storyteller who had taken off the clothes of the poor old man was dressed in brocade clothes, lying on his back on a wide recliner, and the four beautiful maids pinched their shoulders, beat their legs, and some fed fresh melons and fruits into his mouth, a rich scene.

After a while, he waved his hand lightly, and the maids left silently.

He came to the clean and comfortable stable, waved away a few grooms who were dedicated to serving the horses, and said to the horses with a smile, "Old man, how is it, is it okay this day?"

The horse neighed softly, and he laughed, "Take your time, just get used to it." ”

After saying that, he turned over and got on the horse.

"The recital has been delivered, and so on. ”

In a river on the Xiangjiang River, on a small fishing boat, the old fisherman squinted, "I hope it will go well." ”

The storyteller smiled slightly, "When are the three of you coming over to get together!"

In a study room where he didn't know where, the writer kept writing, "I forget it, I agreed to your actions at the beginning because I felt that it was time to let go of this burden and concentrate on writing history, now that I have the permission of the heavenly court, it is the best." ”

On the coast of the East China Sea, in the depths of the sword qi, a voice also said coldly, "There is no burden, concentrate on sword practice, what you want to do, it has nothing to do with me." ”

The storyteller sighed, "Why are you two so stubborn, you have a body of heavenly cultivation, and you will be buried?"

"Hehe, how can you talk about indulging in what you love. ”

"Extremely passionate about the sword, enough. ”

The old fisherman said softly, "Don't think about you, nor for your descendants, your apprentices?"

"Hehe, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren. ”

"All I have is a sword. ”

The storyteller was helpless, "Forget it, old fisherman, leave the two of them alone, you pack up, you can come to Tianjing City, have a good leisurely few days, and when Heavenly Court recovers, we will start to act again." ”

The old fisherman nodded, "Okay." ”

That night, the old fisherman walked out of the waters where he had been for most of his life and set off for Tianjing City.

The treasure of their vein, the ship that had accompanied him for many years, had been turned into the size of a fist and had been put into the square inch.

In the early morning of the third day, he could already see the walls of Tianjing City from afar.

In the departure pavilion outside the city, the storyteller stood with his sleeves folded, living like a rich old man.

When he saw that figure, he arched his hand and smiled, "Brother, God has been friends for many years, and we finally have to meet, what a blessing in this life!"

The old fisherman squinted at the majestic Tianjing City, "What a pleasure this is!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, boarded the luxurious and wide carriage together, and drove into the Tianjing City.

In the deep palace, when Xun Wei told Yang Hao the news, Yang Hao's face was gloomy and terrifying.

Xun Wei also sighed lightly, two big troubles!

Suddenly, there was a strange sound in the sky overhead, and the two looked at each other, hurriedly rushed out, and then their expressions changed greatly.

Like them, the whole world is looking up at the sky.

Later generations recorded that the Beiyuan calendar was 427 years, and Daduan Yongding was 16 years, and July 17.

Ten thousand lights rise from the blue sky, burn hundreds of incense, scatter all famous flowers, play Tianjun music, a purple-clothed Taoist priest riding a bull appears in the clear sky, spitting out the supreme mantra.

"Heavenly Court Xuanzun has an order, the Daduan Yang clan and the Beiyuan Xue clan command all the people, govern the world, and have immeasurable merits, and they give their lord as the son of Chengtian, carry it by the sky, and set an example in the world!"

A hint of ecstasy appeared on Yang Hao's face, and Xun Wei took the lead in kneeling, "Your Majesty, congratulations to the Son of Heaven!"

Similarly, in the palace in the Immortal City, Xue Zheng looked up to the sky and laughed, and all the ministers around him knelt down, "Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to the Son of Heaven!"

The old storyteller and the old fisherman, who were originally leisurely and comfortable, looked sluggish and stunned on the spot.

In the northwest frontier, the wind and sand were filling, and three masked men wrapped in turbans looked overhead, and one of the tallest men clasped his hands together, "Hey, they are taking the lead again." ”

The shortest one followed and said, "Master, what should we do then?"

The man looked at another round-faced young man beside him, "Big brother, it's up to you!"

Sun Dayun rubbed his sore legs and cried with a sad face, "Master, spare me!"

Dilung Mountain, one tall and one short, one big and one small, two figures were walking slowly, when he saw the movement in the sky, Li Zi clapped his hands and said, "!

As expected, after being beaten by Li Zhichuan, even you are really lawless!

There were also two figures, one large and one small, walking on the opposite side, and the tall one made a mockery, "See the master." Congratulations to the Professor. ”

Li Zi cheered, "Brother Daozi!"

Then quickly rushed over.

Li Zhichuan replied, "Prepare, I will teach the world to prosper." ”

In an ordinary mansion in Tianjing City, Qi Ziyi looked excited, with tears in his eyes.

Then, without anyone knowing, the bull-riding Taoist priest had a conversation with Yang Hao and Xue Lu, explaining to them in detail the meaning and benefits of this canonization, and the price they need to pay.

Of course, both dynasties will arrange a grand ceremony to worship the heavens, and the bull-riding Taoist priest knows very well how to make the inside and face of one thing beautiful.

It's a pity that this time it's rare to open the gate of heaven, all his words and deeds are stared at by the immortals in the sky, and he can't do some things he wants to do, hoping that the smarter master can understand some of his tips.

The time of the two ceremonies was set for five days later.

The two male cities were busy in an instant, and the blood and fire in front of the Yinyang Pass had been stopped.

The two old men of the Lu family and the Cui family stood in their courtyards, looking at the vision in the sky, and slowly spit out the same two words, "Great righteousness, orthodoxy in the world." ”

When Yunluo and the three of them walked into the Immortal City, it was the eve of the ceremony.