Just when Xu Beiyou looked at the grassland camp from afar, the two people in the tent seemed to be aware, and the woman suddenly got up, turned her head to look without avoidance, her face was full of cold bones, almost suppressing the anger in her heart, and said in a cold voice: "It's too much to deceive people!"

The white-haired old man was still pouring himself a drink, completely indifferent to the two eyes that seemed to be substance, and he didn't lift his eyelids.

Seeing that the old man didn't speak, the anger in the woman's heart became heavier, she no longer looked at the young junior, sat down again, and looked at the old man with anger, "Why, the dust that was known as the fourth person in the Dao Sect back then, now he doesn't even dare to say a word?"

The white-haired old man put down the wine glass in his hand and said slowly, "What did you say?"

The woman took a deep breath, "Don't forget, what the hell are we doing when we come down the mountain this time, our son died at the hands of this man." ”

The old man's expression was calm, and he said indifferently: "Even if I speak, can I let this Sword Sect Sect Master die on the spot, or can I bring our son back from the dead? ”

The woman's hands grabbed her cuffs and said, word by word, "Okay, you can stop talking, but you have to do something, right?"

The old man said indifferently: "This is nature, otherwise why come?"

The woman was silent for a long time, then suddenly sighed and asked, "If you have the hope of ascending in this life, will you still come?"

As she spoke, the woman stared into the old man's eyes, hoping to see some clues.

The old man calmly looked directly at the woman's gaze, and slowly shook his head, "No." ”

The woman seemed to have been drained of all her strength at this moment, and she no longer had her previous aggressive posture, and said with a wry smile: "I know that you and Fu Chen are actually the same kind of people. ”

The old man, or the former Daomen Tianquan Peak Master Weichen, finally got up, and with his seemingly ordinary movements, the whole person began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

The old man's body began to grow again like a dead tree in spring.

The original snow-white hair returned to blue, the wrinkles on the face and the age spots on the skin quickly faded, and finally changed from a drooping white-haired old man to a middle-aged man with a crown of jade.

At this time, the fine dust, the breeze surrounds the body, the Dan Qi is transparent, the treasure light on the face is faint, and the long hair is swaying with the wind, which is already nine points similar to the portrait hanging in the ancestral hall of the Xuandu Patriarch of Daomen, the so-called fairy wind Dao bone, but so.

There is a saying in the Taoist gate that "real people don't show their faces", which is in line with this situation.

Weichen smiled lightly: "This body, it's been a long time. ”

At this time, Yuchen also regained his state of mind, and said softly: "It has been twenty-three years since you cut off the opportunity to ascend due to the calamity of the demons in your heart, and you have been showing the appearance of an old man all day long. ”

Weichen's expression is still calm, but his eyes are not calm, a pair of eyes are like the sea under the storm, lightning and thunder, and stormy waves.

The eight elders of the Daomen of that year were the real person Zichen of Zhangjiao, the main Qingchen of Tianshu Peak, the main Qingchen of Tianxuan Peak, the main Xichen of Tianji Peak, the main Weichen of Tianquan Peak, the main Yuchen of Yuheng Peak, the main Tianchen of Kaiyang Peak, and the main Qingchen of Shaguang Peak. Eight people are out of the same division, it is for the in-laws and brothers, if it is not ranked according to the entry order between the brothers and sisters, but the final realm cultivation is ranked, Zichen is undoubtedly the first person, Tianchen is second, and Qingchen is again.

The mote can be placed in the position of the fourth person.

Among the first three, Zichen and Tianchen have both soared, and Qingchen is also on the verge of ascending, according to reason, Weichen is also expected to seek immortality in this life, but a catastrophe for decades has completely cut off the opportunity for him to ascend, for a great monk who is expected to ascend, it is undoubtedly from the clouds to fall into the dirt.

Weichen said: "It's not that I deliberately show people with an old appearance, but since that catastrophe, I have lost a huge amount of longevity, and as a last resort, I can only be introverted and barely maintained." Since then, every time he shows his true body, he has to lose a year of longevity. ”

It was the first time for Yuchen to hear this, his face couldn't help but change slightly, and he said, "Why have you never told me about this before?"

Weichen smiled, "What can I do with you, it's just to make you more troublesome, but this time I went down the mountain, and I don't have to be so taboo anymore." ”

Yuchen suddenly remembered something, and said in surprise: "When Xiao Yu entered Beijing, the three of us escorted him because of the order of the elder brother, in that Taimiao Change, the Sword Sect Shangguan Xianchen Yu Wanjian came, and the three of us joined forces to stop him, in that battle, in order to protect me, you did not hesitate to lose 20 years of Shouyuan, so that you could block Shangguan Xianchen's three swords, but that incident left a bane?"

Weichen said noncommittally: "The battle with Shangguan Xianchen back then was a human catastrophe, and only after it passed, could he save his life, and if he couldn't get by, he would die, and everything would be successful, just like the dustless senior brother back then, even if he was lucky enough to escape his life, he would not escape the result of his life." ”

Yuchen was silent for a long time when he heard this, and finally sighed, "I understand, when I fought with Shangguan Xianchen, he stabbed the three of us with a sword, although we were not killed at that time, but we were all cut off by Shangguan Xianchen The opportunity for immortality was lost, even if you are the highest in cultivation, you have not been able to escape from this trap." ”

Weichen said: "The matter has come to this, I will make it clear to you, twenty years ago, I was only half a line apart from Yuhua Dengxian, but unfortunately twenty years later, it became a line of separation, a body of cultivation is like a boat against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, you can't see the opportunity to soar, this time I will go down the mountain, in addition to the revenge of killing the son, why not because of the word fate?" Since ancient times, it has been recognized that it is easy for the Daomen to prove longevity, and it is difficult for the Sword Sect to prove longevity, even if it is the amazing and brilliant Shangguan Xianchen, he also fell down at the last kick, but few people in the world know that it is not easy for the Sword Sect to prove longevity, but it is not difficult to cut off the immortality of others. ”

Yuchen said in a low voice: "You have been buried in the bottom of your heart, but you don't say it to me. ”

Weichen smiled faintly and continued: "Twenty years ago, I didn't even look at it myself, how can I tell you? In fact, in the past twenty years, I have been doing one thing, that is, to see it, after all, one leg has already walked into the gate of heaven, and then because the other leg has been lame early, it fell into the dust, what a big difference. Countless monks in the world have exhausted the opportunities that they have not been able to touch in their lifetimes, but I have watched it slip out of my palm, even if I have cultivated my mind for many years, it is really difficult to really see it in a moment and a half. ”

Yuchen asked, "How did you see it?"

Weichen stretched out a finger of his palm, and a qi machine traveled around his palm, and said in a flat tone: "It was after the news of Zhongtian's death came. ”