The snow was falling, and the endless wasteland was already snow-white.

An old man with a wrinkled face and too old to tell how old he was, with a wooden cane, trudged through the snow with difficulty, leaving deep footprints behind him, and in a matter of moments, he would be submerged in snowflakes.

This old man has a deep nose and high eyes, dressed in typical Persian clothes, a coarse linen robe, with a right collar and a wide trouser tied at the ankle, and only the gold plate decoration in the shape of a beast on his shoulders, which looks a little different from ordinary people.

He traveled all the way from Persia, and he walked tens of thousands of miles, but he never used a means of transportation, but only relied on a pair of feet, measuring step by step. It doesn't seem to be walking fast, one step at a time, but in fact, it is faster than the galloping horse, and after only a few steps, it has already walked more than ten zhang away.

The mountains could already be seen in the distance, the old man stopped, squinted his eyes and looked at it from a distance, rubbed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You have been waiting for me for a long time, right?"

Xiao Qianli's figure slowly turned out of the bend and chuckled, "Do you speak the Central Plains language?"

The old man nodded silently and said, "I came to Dongtu once a long time ago, and I haven't spoken your Chinese for a long time, but now I hear it, but it's a little kind!"

"For a long time?" Xiao Qianli smiled, "How long?"

The old man frowned, pondered for a long time, and said uncertainly: "Maybe two hundred years, maybe three hundred years...... I don't remember exactly. ”

He raised his head, let the snowflakes fly on his face, and muttered, "That's a good place, a hundred times stronger than our Persia...... It's a pity that you are too xenophobic, and you want to preach, but you are hindered everywhere, so you have to fight a few times with your masters in the Central Plains!"

Xiao Qianli looked at the old man quietly, and suddenly asked, "How is the victory?"

The old man shook his head and sighed, "Naturally, I lost, otherwise the holy flame would have already arrived in the east, how could it be delayed until this time?"

Xiao Qianli asked curiously, "With your ability, you would have lost so badly?"

The old man laughed, nodded and said: "Central Plains martial arts, masters emerge in an endless stream, what is the old Aku's little ability? I was lucky to win a few games before, and I was complacent, and I wanted to pass the holy flame to Middle Earth, who knew that there was an old Taoist priest who was really good, and I fought with him for a thousand moves, but I still lost half a move......

"Oh?" Xiao Qianli raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise, "Who has such ability?"

Old Aku hesitated for a moment, and said uncertainly: "I can't remember most of your Central Plains names, especially your Taoist Dharma name, which is even more similar. After a long time, the old man couldn't remember a little, it seemed that it was called Nangu? Or Nanyun?"

Xiao Qianli thought for a while, and said in surprise: "Qingcheng Nanyun Daozun?"

Gu Baidang, one of the eight sons of Qingcheng, was friendly with Xiao Qianli, and when chatting, he once mentioned the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism more than 300 years ago, and the Buddhism led by Shaolin in the north and south was aggressive, and he set up a polemic platform by the Yellow River, and defeated 27 martial arts masters of Xuanmen in a month, intending to disgrace Xuanmen.

At that time, there was a great master of retreat for many years in the Qingcheng faction, when he heard about this, he broke through the hurdle with anger, won nineteen battles in a row, and fought all the way to the seat of the master of the Liberation Sect and the lord of the Northern Shaolin because of the true Zen master, and the two sides fought for three days and three nights, and finally shook hands and made peace, which can be called to turn the tide with their own strength.

And this person is the Nanyun Daozun in the mouth of this old Persian!

The Xuanmen Dao number is probably given according to the realm. Those who refine and refine the realm of Qi Jindan are called "True Monarchs"; those who refine and refine the innate realm of Qi and Transform Gods are called "Dao Monarchs"; those who can be honored as "Dao Zun" must be the great masters of martial arts who refine the gods and return to the realm of the void.

Now Nanyun Daozun has long since disappeared, but there is a Persian master who can fight with the power of a thousand moves, and he has actually lived until now, even if his realm is stagnant, and the accumulation of three hundred years of skill is afraid that it has already reached an unbelievable point.

The old man's face was full of joy, and he applauded and exclaimed, "Yes, I remembered what you said, Qingcheng faction! That's right, that old Taoist priest is from the Qingcheng faction—I don't know if he is still alive, I came to Middle-earth this time to see him!"

Xiao Qianli gasped, although he had already guessed this fact, but when the old man admitted it himself, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

Although the enemy was from an extraterritorial land, Xiao Qianli still looked solemn, shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "Nanyun Daozun has been feathered for many years——"

"Dead?" the old man couldn't help but be stunned, shook his head again and again and sighed, "It's a pity, it's a pity, only when I come to Middle-earth this time, I can see the old man, who knows that he died before me...... This time, the old man went to Qingcheng Mountain to have a look, and worshiped in front of his spirit, which can be regarded as fulfilling my thoughts!"

Xiao Qianli took a deep breath, the power of the mother's qi was fully opened, and Zhou Tianxingdou slowly rotated in the sea of knowledge, attracting the power of the stars, and suddenly endless star power poured down from the void and poured into the top of his head, sweeping away the uneasiness in his heart.

"Seniors want to go to Qingcheng, I'm afraid I don't have a chance!"

Xiao Qianli's tone was extremely flat, his face was not shocked, and he said slowly: "People outside the territory are not allowed to step into the Central Plains, this is an iron law! As the Great Elder of the Persian Zoroastrian Sect, if you want to enter the Central Plains, please do it first!"

The old man couldn't help but be stunned, and asked in surprise, "I can't just look at it?"

"If you want to see it, the Central Plains martial arts are broad and profound, and they are by no means complacent, and they have the capacity to accommodate hundreds of rivers!" Xiao Qianli's tone gradually became cold and solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "It's just that you want to carry the Holy Flame to the East, but you can't allow foreign sects to be presumptuous in the Central Plains!"

The old man looked at Xiao Qianli, as if he had heard some of the most ridiculous words, he couldn't help but hug his stomach and laughed, and said with a smile: "What a little doll who doesn't know the height of the sky, you obviously know who I am, but you still dare to make a big deal here." If Nanyun were standing here, I might still be afraid of one or two, you, a little Taoist priest who didn't have any hair, would dare to stop me?"

"Always do nothing but do nothing, and do the way!" Xiao Qianli's tone became calmer and calmer, "Even if it violates the path, the avenue is not lonely!"

This sentence is a little profound, the old man thought for a long time, then he understood, and said with a smile: "Cambyses said your name, and I also know that the Holy Flame is spread to the east, and I must first face your Kunlun Mountain." Since you are stubborn, I will remove an obstacle for the Holy Fire!"

After speaking, he lightly slapped the wooden staff, and with an earth-shattering loud bang, the snow in a radius of more than ten zhang exploded, and Xiao Qianli's figure was annihilated in it.