(There is a chapter in the front that says that the Luo River and the Bai River, which are the two largest rivers in Dahua, and the back is written as the Yuan River, so let's go to the Yuan River, and the previous chapters can't be changed.) Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ）

With a strange thought, the old Taoist priest took Ye Qingguan under his armpit and walked towards the mountain with the wooden barrel, his pace was steady all the way, without the slightest wavering, it was hard to imagine that an old man of seventy or eighty years old would have such great strength.

After going up the mountain, what catches your eye is the fallen leaves of the mountain, which are yellow.

Click!

Ye Qingguan stood in front of a wooden stake, wielding an axe, splitting the pieces of wood, each time it fell just right, the wood was perfectly divided into two halves, the incision was smooth, straight down.

It has been half a month since he woke up, except for half of the white hair, he can't see anything wrong, and the internal force in his body is much stronger than before.

It's just that as soon as he woke up, he found that he had come to Wudang Mountain, and later knew that it was the old Taoist priest who saved him, and after thanking him, he lived here, and the old Taoist priest didn't say anything, and the two of them said seven words in half a month, Ye Qingguan didn't know how the old Taoist priest had come over the years, and he was the only one on the huge mountain.

Usually most of the time is spent sweeping the floor, and the rest is chanting, fetching water, and cooking.

But since he came, these chores have been handed over to him, and the old Taoist priest is now only responsible for sweeping the floor.

For half a month, the two got along so strangely, neither of them intervened with anyone, like passers-by in a boarding.

Wudang Mountain is very strange, and the surrounding peaks are incompatible, the climate in the south of the Yangtze River is warm, the trees are evergreen all year round, but Wudang Mountain is a scene of defeat, the leaves are withered and yellow, and the temples and pavilions are only left with ruins and broken walls, only a thatched house is still intact, and it is the place where the old Taoist priest often lives.

It was hard for Ye Qingguan to imagine that Wudang Mountain, the Three Hundred Divine Peaks of Tiandao Mountain, would be such a scene!

You know, many years ago, Wudang Mountain was one of the ancestral courts of Taoism, one of the strongest veins, and their originator Zhang Sanfeng was a real sword immortal, with a Taiji sword in one hand and a Taiji palm in the other, it can be said that he is invincible all over the world, and it is a real immortal inheritance!

But now, on the empty mountain, only an old man sweeping the floor can be seen, no one cares, no one visits, as if he has forgotten.

After chopping the firewood, Ye Qingguan put the firewood neatly, then walked to the wooden house he had built for himself and cooked the food.

When he woke up, he was also surprised to learn that he had come to Tiandao Mountain, and in this way, he saved himself a lot of trouble.

It's just that I don't know if I've been late for so long, what happened to the bet that the old man said?

After the meal was ready, the old Taoist priest ate on time without saying a word, Ye Qingguan was also used to it, he filled a bowl by himself, and ate it by himself, and the atmosphere on the table was strangely infiltrating.

"Lao Mu, I'm coming to see you!" At this moment, someone outside shouted.

Ye Qingguan almost sprayed rice, damn, how could he not be familiar with this voice?

"Huh, Lao Mu, you actually built a wooden house? My God, has the sun risen from the south?" The voice gradually approached, and when the old man who poured vegetables walked into the wooden house and looked at Ye Qingguan who was holding a rice bowl, his eyes were as wide as fish eyes.

"I rely on your ancestors for eight generations!, why are you a kid?" the old man whimpered, as if he had seen a ghost.

The old Taoist priest was expressionless, his old eyes were cloudy, and he was eating his own food.

"Seniors. Ye Qingguan nodded, he didn't expect that the old man who watered vegetables was still in Tiandao Mountain, and he seemed to be an acquaintance with this old Taoist.

The old man who watered the vegetables didn't do it, grabbed Ye Qingguan's collar, blew his beard and glared: "Your uncle, do you know that you are more than a month late? Also, didn't you kid die with Zang Feng, why are you still alive?"

Ye Qingguan rolled his eyes, in his mouth, he couldn't hear anything good.

"And you old herd, knowing that this kid is here, didn't even tell me, you are too uninteresting to you!" The old man who poured vegetables glared at the old Taoist, but the old Taoist priest seemed to have not seen it, chewing slowly and holding a chopstick to fry bamboo shoots.

After shouting for a while, the old man was also hungry, so he filled a bowl of rice and began to eat and drink.

After the meal, the old man touched his stomach with satisfaction: "Ma Dan, but I can eat it well, a group of bull noses only know how to chant scriptures and practice swords all day long, and the meal is not good to cook, you really don't know how the old man and I have come over in the past few months." ”

"Senior, how is that bet now?" Ye Qingguan asked.

"Are you embarrassed to say?" As soon as he mentioned this, the old man was angry, and for more than a month, he was ridiculed and sarcastic by the bull's nose on the Infinite Peak, and almost made him angry to death.

Ye Qingguan touched his nose: "Didn't I also have a reason?"

The old man who poured vegetables snorted, it was not good to say anything, even he was shocked into a cold sweat when he heard Ye Qingguan's experience along the way.

You know, that's the eight Xuan Swords, the top swordsman in the world, any one of them can dominate one side, but Ye Qingguan lost three people in a row, although he was embarrassed and almost died, but this record is beyond doubt, enough to establish his position in the rivers and lakes.

"But you kid really surprised me, the eight Xuanjian, cut off the arm of the remnant, scrapped the limbs of the ghost car, and made Zang Feng disappear, just this record, there are few people in the entire rivers and lakes can do it. Speaking of this, the old man also had a rare admiration for Ye Qingguan.

Ye Qingguan smiled bitterly, pointed to half of his white hair and said, "I almost died myself, I would rather not have such a record." ”

The old man looked at his strands of white hair, frowned, and said, "What's the matter?"

Ye Qingguan shook his head: "I thought it was already well, but after losing a few drops of blood, I didn't expect the stubborn disease to recur, and then it became more serious when dealing with Zang Feng." ”

The old Taoist priest who was sweeping the floor next to him raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said: "You are a Dao injury, a mark left by the Dao of Heaven, he does not recognize your status in the world, even if you are accepted by the sage in the Sage Mansion, but after you come out, you still can't get the recognition of heaven and earth." ”

The old man turned his head to look at him and asked, "Old Mu, you have the most thorough understanding of the Heavenly Dao when you come home, so do you want to tell me if there is any possibility that his Dao injury will be cured?"

Ye Qingguan also looked at the old Taoist, and was very curious about the identity of the old Taoist.

The old man who poured vegetables was the uncle of Wei Yi, the head of the Sage Mansion, who used to be the emperor's teacher, and his cultivation was extraordinary, Ye Qingguan suspected that he was already a half-saint, and he could be called like this, and he was not a mortal person.

The old Taoist priest swept the ground and said slowly: "Now that humanity is prosperous, Shinto has long been deposed, as for why it was deposed, it is related to the war of extinction three thousand years ago, the gods went against the sky, angered the heavens, and were branded as rebellious, and the human race rose up and became the orthodoxy of heaven and earth. ”

"Are you making him a saint?" the old man frowned, understanding the old Taoist's words.

However, the saint he is talking about is not that otherworldly realm, but a kind of virtue, benefiting all people, the merit is in the people, and there is great merit in the body.

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