All things have spirits, and all things in the world, whether they are flowers and trees, birds and animals, or those who have atmospheric luck, can cultivate into immortals.

A mountain road winds up the mountain, at the end of the foot of the path comes an old man wearing a Taoist robe, holding a floating dust in his right hand, and holding an eight or nine-year-old boy in his left hand, the young man is carrying a cloth bag, the old Taoist robe is already a little old, but it is still clean, and his hair is as white as snow.

Walking on the rugged mountain road did not take the slightest effort, and his face was calm.

From a distance, it looks like a fairy wind.

It's just that the little boy on the left hand seems to be a little powerless, and his steps are a little heavy.

The old Taoist also seemed to know, and when he saw a smooth stone beside the dew in front of him, he led the boy over and sat down to rest.

A few days ago, a small village of only a few dozen people at the foot of the mountain was slaughtered by demons, and most of the people in the small village were hunters, and their ancestors had been safe for generations.

Most of the spirits will only devote themselves to the Tao after cultivating, and rarely have conflicts with people, because it is not easy to cultivate in the first place, and if they cause too many killings and deep crimes, they often end up in a cycle of cause and effect.

That day, it happened that the old Taoist led the child to pass by that village, the old Taoist has been walking the world for many years, and he was shocked by the tragic situation in front of him, he hurriedly blocked the young man's eyes with his hand, most of the corpses were drenched in blood, and there was a human skin next to it, regardless of men, women and children, the appearance of death was like this.

The old Taoist was furious on the spot and decided not to get rid of this monster and become a cultivator in vain.

In the end, Lao Dao gathered the corpses in one place, and a fire burned the village clean.

In the past few days, Lao Dao has led the boy to search for traces of monsters in the mountains every day, but there is no clue about the progress.

In his early years, Lao Dao once worshiped a fairly well-known sect, but his talent was limited, and his cultivation stopped when he reached the Chaoyuan realm.

Instead of doing nothing in the sect, it is better to walk the world and do what you can for the poor people.

In a small town two years ago, in the winter, he met a little boy who followed him, when it was snowing heavily, and the skinny boy was wearing single clothes and bare feet, squatting on the street shivering.

The old Taoist couldn't bear it, so he went to a roadside stall and bought two steaming meat buns and sent them to the boy.

When the boy raised his head, Lao Dao was shocked.

It turned out that the little boy's eyes did not have the whites of his eyes, and they were all pure black, like black gems.

However, it does not affect its vision, and everything else is the same as that of ordinary people.

After inquiring, Lao Dao learned that the little boy's family had been in trouble in the past year, and his parents and an elder brother had been seriously infected and died of serious illness one after another.

The family's house was also robbed by a group of ruffians, and he had no choice but to live on the streets, begging for a living, and everyone on the street saw him with a disgusted look and told him to get away, and only occasionally well-wishers would give him a little food.

Some well-wishers will give him a few pennies, and he will first see if there are any of those small ruffians nearby, otherwise no matter how much money there is, it will be robbed.

Lao Dao sighed in his heart, although he could have a full meal today, but after he left, he was destined to not survive this year's cold winter.

Since there is today's encounter, maybe this is already predestined.

Lao Dao reached out and took the thin child's hand, first went to buy a well-fitting thick clothes, and then led the child to eat a full meal, the child was a little happy, but still didn't like to talk.

Since then, Lao Dao has led this boy to travel around the world, and with Lao Dao's careful care, the boy has regained the appearance of a child of the same age.

Once walking in the wild, the child suddenly pointed to a lonely grave, saying that black smoke was billowing on it, and the old Taoist was overjoyed, although he had already discovered the ghostly spirit, but he was a monk in the Chaoyuan realm, and the boy was just a child, it seemed that it was a problem with his eyes.

Now the child is still young, and when he is older, the old Taoist is ready to teach him everything he has learned in his life.

After the old Taoist sat down, he took the cloth bag that the young man was carrying crossbody, and took out a bag of dim sum wrapped in oiled paper, which he had bought from the town a few days ago.

The old Taoist opened it and put it in the young man's hand, and the young man took out a piece and stretched out his hand and handed it to the old man.

Lao Dao shook his head.

The boy put the snack in his hand back into the paper bag, took out a piece of the snack that had been crushed on the road, and took a small bite.

At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar came down from the mountain path, holding a folding fan in his hand, and he had an indescribable elegant temperament.

The young man looked a little unnatural, and stretched out a hand to tightly pull one of Lao Dao's sleeves.

The old Taoist got up suddenly, as if facing a great enemy, his robe was windless, and a thin layer of clear light appeared outside his body.

The man who came from the opposite side said, "If you want to fight, it's not too late to fight again, but we might as well sit down and talk before then." ”

After listening to it, Lao Dao understood, and it seemed that it was indeed as he thought in his heart.

The man in front of him is the big demon who has been looking for a few days, thinking of this, he smiled bitterly in his heart, since the other party can transform into a shape, it means that at least it is already a refining god realm, maybe higher, since it is so early and late, it is not the same.

The old Taoist put away his momentum, and the man walked opposite the old Taoist, regardless of the mud on the ground, and sat down directly.

At this time, there is only a small road between the two sides.

The old Taoist thought to himself, the matter has come to this, let it be, and sit on the stone again without thinking about it.

just pulled the young man behind him, and the young man hid behind the old Taoist with a nervous expression, and secretly looked at the middle-aged man with a calm expression on the other side.

The man glanced at the young man and said, "The Dao heart is transparent, and he is immortal. ”

Then he looked at the old Taoist and said, "How does the old Taoist think about the difference between good and evil. ”

Lao Dao pondered for a moment and replied: "The righteous way acts above board, light gains and losses, cares about the common people in the world, values the lives of others, and the evil way is insidious and cunning, attaches great importance to interests, cares about oneself, and regards human life as a mustard." ”

The man opposite did not refute or agree.

He said: "Three hundred years ago, there was a cave on this mountain, and there was a pair of wild foxes who practiced here, but one day they were discovered by a team of hunters who went up the mountain to hunt, because the demon clan practiced slowly, and the beginning of cultivation was not as good as ordinary people. ”

The man breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "One of them escaped the Orion with serious injuries, and the other was captured and brought back to the village, tied to a stake at the entrance of the village, and stripped off his fur alive. ”

The man said these expressions lightly, but Lao Dao had already guessed eight or nine points in his heart.

The old Taoist sighed all his life and said: "Karma is true, but now that the people of the year are no longer there, you shouldn't involve their descendants to kill people to vent their anger, isn't this an evil act?" ”

After hearing this, the man stood up and sneered: "Then those people who killed my wife back then can be regarded as the right way, and you also said karma, but is it evil for me to kill his descendants, to put it bluntly, it is not whose fist is hard and who is right." ”

Lao Dao was speechless.

The young man hiding behind his old Taoist suddenly spoke: "There is no difference between good and evil, but the difference between good and evil is in my heart. ”

After hearing this, the man smiled and said: "Good and evil are in my heart, then the righteousness in my heart can also be regarded as right, not the evil in your mouth." ”

Since the reason doesn't make sense, then you can only use force to reason.

The old Taoist got up and picked up the floating dust with one hand, and made a sword trick with the other hand and stretched out his finger to the sky.

There are words in the mouth.

"Three Qingdao Dao Method, the sky descends to the might, and the demons retreat. ”

Above the nine heavens, there was already lightning and thunder, and a ball formed by thunder and lightning squeezing together appeared from the clouds, and then the second, third... Finally, seven heavenly thunderbolts lined up from the clouds, and finally a red lightning bolt pierced through the seven heavenly thunders and fell from the sky.

At this time, the man on the opposite side had already shown his body, and a white fox as tall as a hill stood in front of Lao Dao, letting Lao Dao cast a spell and not stopping him.

Seeing that the old Taoist spell had been completed, the white fox bent his hind legs slightly, jumped into the air, and collided with the seven heavenly thunders, only to see the white fox open its huge mouth and swallow the heavenly thunder above its head into its abdomen, and raised a front foot to slap the clouds in the air away.

The old Taoist watched as he cast a spell with all his might, but was blocked by this big demon lightly, and the gap between them was obvious, so he stopped moving.

The old Taoist looked at the white fox that landed in the air, and said: "Poor Dao has been practicing for more than a hundred years, and life and death have long been downplayed, but this boy is still young and I don't know if you can spare his life." ”

The white fox shook his head, and the old Tao was silent.

Pulling the child behind him in front of him, he asked, "Are you afraid?" ”

The young man looked up at Lao Dao's kind face, and said with a resolute face: "I'm not afraid." ”

The white fox looked at the old man and the young who were generously dying, raised a front foot, and stepped down on them, only to see seven heavenly thunders following under the huge soles of his feet.

It seems that the heavenly thunder that was swallowed into the belly just now has been refined by the white fox in the blink of an eye.

A hundred miles away, only a dragon roar was heard rushing into the sky, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and a sword qi Changhong that was enough to shake the mountains rose from the ground.

The place where the sword qi passed was full of ravines, and the mountains were divided into two from it, and the sword qi Changhong came in the blink of an eye.

The body of the white fox, which is as big as a small mountain, melts like ice and snow, and there is no trace of the white fox in the heaven and earth after the sword qi passes.

One old and one young look at it, this should be the power of a sword immortal and a sword, and he is on the spot.

Then he found a young Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe, wearing a lotus crown on his head, and a simple peach wood sword behind his back, and the sword qi that had just dissipated between heaven and earth was converging into wisps of fairy mist and converging towards the sword body, and it was blocked tightly in a moment.

The young Taoist priest saluted the old Taoist and took the lead in speaking: "Lu Zeding of the Poor Dao Dragon and Tiger Mountain."

Lao Dao looked at the young Taoist priest in front of him and hurriedly returned the salute.

Taoist ancestral court Longhu Mountain is also a top sect in Qingweitian, and the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain are even more concerned about the common people in the world, and Longhu Mountain does its best to shoot every time there is a crisis in the world.

Longhu Mountain has a peach wood sword handed down by the ancestors, which is the treasure of the Longhu Mountain Town School, and only the masters of the past dynasties can carry it.

It is rumored that I don't know how many thousands of years ago, there was an evil dragon in the world successfully, since then the world has been devastated, no one can subdue this dragon, the Taoist ancestor took the ancestral root of the peach tree to make a peach wood sword, and passed it to the first ancestor of Longhu Mountain, and then the dragon was cut by this sword, and the dragon was also sealed on this sword, and later this sword was named 'Shocking Dragon'.

Lao Dao couldn't bear what he thought in his heart and asked, "Behind the little Heavenly Master is the token of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain. ”

The young Taoist priest spoke: "It's the dragon."

It seems that the young Taoist priest in front of him is already the next head of Longhu Mountain.

The young Taoist priest glanced at the young man next to the old Taoist a few more times.

Then the young Taoist priest took out a jujube red wooden plaque from his arms, stretched out his hand and handed it to the old Taoist and said: "This is my token of Longhu Mountain, if you want him to cultivate in the future, you can bring him to Longhu Mountain." ”

The young Taoist priest stepped on the void under the gaze of the old and the young, and walked towards the clouds step by step.

The young Taoist priest Lang Sheng above the Nine Heavens said with a smile: "Holding a three-foot green edge, dare to fold a million true immortal soldiers"