Zhao Yan originally introduced the original he copied, but when the words came to his mouth, he found that the words were redundant, so he drew them on the ground: "Hmm...... That's probably what I want. ”

Sure enough, there is a picture and a truth, perfect.

The old master looked at the dial with scales on the ground, and said with a smile: "This is the number you invented? ”

Hey? Another original?

Zhao Yan smiled in his heart and said, "It's all nonsense." ”

"Actually, the small dial contains a truth", the old master pinched a small tree stick on the ground and turned around the dial in the picture, "Do you know what the truth is?"

Zhao Yan rolled up the leaf and touched the bud of the dog's tail in the heart of the leaf, and shook and smiled: "I can't see it." ”

"The truth is called following the trend", the old master said gently, "How many times have you ever seen the reversal of time?"

"No", Zhao Yan thought about it, and secretly laughed in his heart, maybe a reversed watch could be made on the earth, but he didn't dare to show his appearance in front of the old master.

The old master asked again, "Do you know what time is?"

Zhao Yan frowned slightly: "I don't know." ”

"Do you know why most immortal cultivators don't dare to kill civilians?", the old master asked again.

Zhao Yan stood up respectfully and arched his hand towards the old master: "Zhao Yan has never heard of it. ”

Seeing this, the old master smiled and waved his hand to signal Zhao Yan not to salute: "Because the heavens and the earth are constantly turning, there will be movement when there is silence, the sunrise and sunset, the tide rises and the tide is flat, so the Tao turns and the cycle is endless." ”

"Time and space are the universe and the universe, one is the years, the other is the space, when the years blend with the space, then the universe will naturally move forward; when the space informs the years, then all things will grow naturally, and the two cannot be reversed without one or the other. ”

"Immortal cultivators don't dare to kill civilians because humanity is prosperous, the way of heaven is based on humanity, every seemingly weak civilian has a point of luck, whoever dares to disperse the luck, the thunder tribulation will be aggravated. ”

After speaking, the old master quietly waited for Zhao Yan to digest it, and after a while, he looked sideways and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Zhao Yan nodded, indicating that he understood, but he also had questions: "Doesn't that mean that the demons in the world can only surrender to humans forever and assist in the prosperity and development of human beings?"

"Didn't the answer already tell you," the old master said, "not to assist mankind, but to conform to the way of heaven." ”

Although Zhao Yan has been rolling in the cultivation world for a few times, as a traversal figure in the world of science and technology, his brain is still a little axis, and accepting these Dao Ah, fate is not so easy.

The old master was not disappointed, and still maintained the appearance of treating all living beings as his own students, and said lightly: "You have to stand in the long river of time, use your heart to feel the changes of the times, and gain insight into the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao. ”

has already said it so clearly, if he still doesn't understand, it is estimated that the old master will be angry.

Zhao Yan touched the leaf and the dog's tail bud: "Zhao Yan understands." ”

"Don't think about it, the lifespan of an immortal cultivator is very long, it's not who understands the truth first and can surpass everything, slow has the advantage of slowness, it can give you enough time to ponder, as long as you understand it in the end", the old master said lightly.

Is...... Every sentence is full of truth, and I don't know how much I can remember and learn.

Zhao Yan worked hard to engrave knowledge in his mind, not wanting to lose a point.

The old master looked at Zhao Yan, smiled faintly, and got up from the ground: "You continue to make dials." ”

Zhao Yan hurriedly got up, rolled up the leaves and saluted, and sent off the old master.

Could it be that I made sundials for the villagers, so that the old master felt that he was a material for creation?

Zhao Yan didn't quite understand the old master's behavior, and said with a smile: "Maybe it's because I look at a dog's tail grass, it's not easy to survive." ”

After thinking of an explanation, Zhao Yan turned around and continued to polish the stones.

When it was almost dawn, two dials, one large and one small, were made, with an overall diameter of eight meters and a thickness of one meter, and there was a round hole in the center for placing stone pillars.

Zhao Yan looked at what he had made up a little excited, rolled up the blades and pushed the dial to the side of the stone pillar, and with a boom, the stone pillar was fixed with a round hole in the dial.

"Everything is ready, just owe the east wind, just wait for the sun to rise", although it is not a big deal, although it is just something that he tried to make, but Zhao Yan was extremely proud of this, and couldn't help but roll up the leaves and touch the bud of the dog's tail in the heart of the leaf.

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A letter bird fluttered its wings in the sun and flew over the three thousand buildings, shuttling from the blue brick street and the two alleys of the house, and landed in front of the wooden window, and the people sitting in the room sighed in confusion, wondering how the letter bird with such a low level could come here.

"I haven't seen the countryside to transmit information for decades, let me take a look", the person in the room took the information from the bird's mouth behind him, gave it a bean pill, and then sat down to check it, and smiled as soon as he saw it: "A grass demon close to humans? Send a letter to Qingyang Town, find out the talent and origin of the grass demon, and remember to register the remarks." ”

Then a letter bird, nearly twice as large, flew southward in the air and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

In Qingyang Town, a man in black came to a teahouse with his face covered, and quickly found He Kuang sitting at the window: "He Daoyou, the news you want is here." ”

He Kuang nodded, took a note from the man in black, pushed over a small box, and then got up to leave.

"Hmph! Tiger King's waste still has some ability, and the little thing really arrived at the bottom of the mountain", He Kuang turned into the corner of the wall and opened the note to look at it, and muttered: "It's a pity, those bastards of the official family are not allowed to do anything at will within the garrison range, no matter what, first find the head master to ask for someone." ”

The innermost row of houses on the central street in Qingyang Town is the station of the sect, gathering hundreds of outstanding immortal cultivators in the top ten sects of Cangzhou.

He Kuang walked in from the street, heard the voice of Yingying Yanyan, and couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, although he sang every night since he came back from the southern foothills, but he had been holding back on the mountain for too long before, and he always felt that he was not satisfied.

Walking into the largest set of three-door houses at the back, He Kuang gathered his thoughts and came to the lobby of the middle courtyard step by step.

Pushing open the door, there was an old man kneeling on the main seat, with a wooden hairpin in his white-haired shawl at random, and Gao Ming in white clothes sitting next to him, the two were communicating something in a low voice, and when they saw He Kuang coming, they immediately stopped talking.