Chapter 22: The Old Taoist

"Da! Da!"

Lin Xuan was lying on the carriage wearing a bloody suit.

Put your head on your hands, let go of the reins, and let the horses gallop aimlessly.

He was dripping blood all over his body, but not a drop of it was his.

There is only one person, but it is enough to deal with them.

He can keep himself unscathed, but he can't guarantee that his body will not be stained with blood.

Lin Xuan didn't want to wear this bloody clothes, but all the clothes were in the storage ring, and he couldn't open them without mana.

Even if you want to change your clothes, you can't do anything about it.

He squinted, feeling unusually lost.

Loneliness and loneliness are almost written on the face.

Some injuries are difficult to heal without enough time.

But if you keep thinking about the loss of immortality, it will be a bit hypocritical.

Well?

Lin Xuan, who was originally pensive, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

What kind of broken hand is this?

The replacement of all things belongs to the reincarnation of heaven and earth, how can this be?

His face was full of disbelief, and his heart set off a monstrous wave, and he was terrified.

In early autumn, the dead leaves have turned yellow and drifted to the ground.

There are also some old and old trees, whose branches are cracked and lose their vitality, and they will die soon.

There is a sense of decadence between heaven and earth, and all things will be silent.

But at this moment.

In an instant.

The fallen flowers all over the ground are returned to the petals, purple and red. Those re-blooming flowers reproduce the peak beauty of the Qingming season, and there is no trace of half a minute of time.

The dead leaves turn green and rise from the ground, drift to the old trees, and regrow on the branches.

The old tree draws new shoots and regains its vitality.

When the dead wood comes to spring, the bark begins to turn green.

The tree is full of life, and then you see its dead buds turn green, and the young shoots are pulled.

Then the trees bloomed, and the crowns were all over the place.

The old tree, which was about to die, became vigorous and powerful, and its body was lush and full of vitality.

The barren land suddenly became fertile, and grass grew everywhere.

The grass and trees know that spring has returned, and all kinds of red and purple are fragrant.

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, full of life.

The earth suddenly rejuvenated.

Here is once again ushered in the spring of a hundred flowers in full bloom and a hundred birds chirping.

On both sides of the carriage, countless flowers bloomed, competing for beauty.

A large number of flowers and butterflies fly in groups at some point and place, like a flowing sunset, and just like a brilliant cloud brocade.

Side.

The willow tree stretched out its branches of yellow and green leaves, gently swaying in the warm breeze, like a group of peerless dancers in green dresses dancing.

The lost spring seems to have returned to its glory and returned to its place.

Lin Xuan listened to the chirping of birds in his ears, and his heart was shocked.

The sky was blue and white clouds were like snow.

The ground is full of flowers, thousands of purples and thousands of reds.

Su Su tidbits are late, and Fei Fei is light.

He sniffed the scent of flowers, and his breath was sluggish.

The clarity of his senses made him understand that the unbelievable scene in front of him was not an illusion.

"The old way knows 500 years, and 500 years down, there is no omission!"

"Everyone in the world calls Lao Dao a heavenly man, but Lao Dao is just a confused Taoist!"

Hearing this voice, Lin Xuan stiffened, and a chill rose in his heart.

Could it be that he is what Zhou Xiaocao said, a white-bearded old man who knows 500 years and 500 years below?

How could such a monster still stay in this illusory world?

A breeze blew, and Lin Xuan had a white-bearded old man beside him.

The old man had a childish face and a red face.

He was tall, holding a dust whisk in his hand, and wearing a Taoist robe.

This person looked at Lin Xuan with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

For some reason, this smile fell into Lin Xuan's eyes, but it was a little terrifying.

His whole person looks imposing, there is neither immortal energy around him, nor spiritual charm, he looks ordinary and inconspicuous.

It's not like those immortal Dao bones in the sect at all.

If he hadn't had those previous methods, Lin Xuan would even have regarded him as an old liar who was messing around.

The old Taoist priest closed his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "Are you willing to hand over all your money and sword in your hand to the old Tao?"

Hearing this, Lin Xuan's face changed.

Although this old Taoist priest was asking him, how could he, Lin Xuan, dare to refuse?

Encountering a peerless powerhouse before has made him very unbearable, so why do you want to re-enact that scene?

Lin Xuan sighed and said with a complicated expression: "I am naturally willing, but with your means, why worry about not being able to get these things outside my body." ”

"If you make a move, you will get a thousand times more than here, why do you come to entertain me?"

The old Taoist priest said lightly: "I think you also know that everything here is illusory, like a flower in the water, like the moon in the mirror." ”

"You and Lao Dao are both real people, it's rare that you haven't been lost in vanity, Lao Dao wants to help you!"

Lin Xuan sneered: "How can you help me, lift the ban for me, or send me out?"

This person appeared on the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago, and he still hasn't left.

Either he didn't want to leave, or he couldn't.

Lin Xuan faintly felt that the old Taoist priest belonged to the latter.

He quietly threw out this question, just to see the old Taoist's reaction.

Lao Dao shook his head and said, "The caster is much stronger than Lao Dao, and I can't break the prohibition on your body at all." If Lao Dao makes a rash move, I am afraid that you and I will have a life and death crisis!"

"Lao Dao has been trapped in this world for thousands of years, and there is not much memory and cultivation left. If I hadn't seen you today, I'm afraid Lao Dao would have indulged in this, regarded this place as the real world, and would not be able to get liberation in his life. ”

Lin Xuan said in a low voice: "Since I saved you, why do you still ask me for it? I helped you, why do you treat me like this?"

The old Taoist priest sighed: "The sword on your waist comes from this illusory world, so it has a trace of false origin. If it is taken to the outside world, it will definitely cause a bloody storm in the cultivation realm, and even those top cultivators in heaven and earth will be unable to resist the temptation of this sword. ”

"Lao Dao also has a sword that opens the sky, which is extracted from ninety-nine eighty-one ten thousand years of stars, quenched in the cold light of the ice spirit for ten thousand years, forged in the purest innate aura between heaven and earth, and refined under the thunder tribulation furnace for ten thousand years. ”

"Lao Dao is very curious, if two swords dissolve together, what will become of it!"

Lin Xuan questioned: "Weapons like this can be seen everywhere, why do you want to choose my sword? If it is as you say, I am afraid that I will turn into a touch of loess long before the sword is successfully smelted." Even if I don't die before the sword is refined, how can I make that sword?"

Lao Dao chuckled: "It is said that there is a false origin on this sword, and if you use false intentions to refine the sword, it will be successful in less than three days." ”

"Relax, you will definitely be able to use this sword! Don't forget, the old way of fortune-telling knows 500 years and knows 500 years!"

Lin Xuan shook his head and stood in place, speechless for a while.

He still didn't believe the old Taoist priest's words, if it was really like what he said, this world would be a rare treasure to the outside world.

There are so-called false origins everywhere here, and any item will be robbed by people, so shouldn't they find a way to get in?

Lao Dao seemed to see Lin Xuan's thoughts, and he said coldly: "Do you think it's easy to enter this place? Do you think that after coming in, you can get out alive?"

"If Lao Dao is not mistaken, this place should be a prison. I just don't know who or what is being held!"

Lin Xuan retorted: "Then why don't you treat this place as the real world, and why do you want to resist?"

The old Taoist priest smiled freely: "Fighting with people on the earth and fighting the sky is endless!"

"Lao Dao has a dull temperament all his life, but there are also rebellious points. Even if the heavens want the old way to surrender, the old way will not! Even if the old way dies, he will not give in!"

"The old way is running out of time, and when I happened to meet you, I want to leave some edification for your juniors!"

Lin Xuan interrupted, "Aren't you good at fortune telling, how do you show this desperate look?"

The old Taoist priest is not honest!

His speech is full of flaws!

He's here for a purpose!

Lin Xuan could only keep these words in his heart and didn't dare to say them.

He's not a man who can die, so he won't question this old way to his face.

Lin Xuan sighed deeply: "Did you forge this sword for me because you expected that you wouldn't live long?"

He chose to go along with the other party, unwilling to ask for his own hardships.

Well!

That's right!

The old Taoist priest said that he had little left of his own memory and cultivation, could it be that this was the reason?

That's why he doesn't have the right words in the first place?

Looking at him like this, he is indeed a little delirious.

The old Taoist priest nodded, and he said softly: "I met you today, and the old Taoist can last a few more days." But after all, I can't escape, and I don't want to get lost here, so ......"

He raised his eyes with a cold glint in his eyes, and laughed: "There is only one death!

The old Taoist priest turned his head to look at Lin Xuan, brushing the dust lightly.

"Three days later, on the night of the full moon, West Lake in the south of the Yangtze River. ”

"Lao Dao will put your sword in the lake, and you can find it when the time comes!"

The old Taoist priest was gone, and Lin Xuan's carriage and the sword on his waist had all disappeared.

He was stunned and bowed his head silently.

He didn't believe what the Taoist priest said, but he didn't believe it completely.

Lin Xuan couldn't tell whether it was true or false, but he would never believe a person because of one-sided words.

"No matter what his purpose is, he must go to West Lake in three days!"

......

A restaurant.

Two young men in green shirts sat around the table, and the ground next to them was full of empty wine jars.

One of them looked at each other and smiled slightly: "I boast that I am the second in the world in terms of the amount of alcohol, and this matter has been mentioned to you more than once, why do you still want to fight with me!"

"You're a good drinker, but you're still nowhere near me. ”

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his smile was like a warm spring breeze, and anyone who saw that smile could feel gentle and serene from it.

He sat here, gentle and elegant, with a humble and gentlemanly demeanor.

This man has bright eyes, a bright gaze, and a handsome face.

He is a handsome son in the turbid world, and his expression is extraordinary.

Pick up the jar and drink it all up.

Even if alcohol spills on your clothes, you don't care.

Wiping the wine stains from his mouth with his hand, he shook his head and whispered, "You have drunk thirteen altars, and I have drunk thirty-three altars." The two are so far apart, don't you still admit defeat?"

He had jet-black braids tied back his head, and two strands of long hair hanging from his sideburns.

This dashing young man lifted the green silk and sighed.

"Alas!"

"Invincible is very lonely!"

"The next time I drink with you, I'll try to only show 10% of my strength. Always winning you, it's really boring. ”

The man on the other side listened to his words and said abruptly: "I don't drink wine, I am lonely!"

"Oh......"

"Really?" He pretended to be shocked, nodded immediately, and said approvingly: "Actually, I haven't drunk either, and I'm lonely when I drank just now." ”

"It turns out that I am a lonely and lonely person, how sad my family would be if they knew the news!"