At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, there is a remote and shabby grass treasure. A small and dilapidated house, two rooms, one for bookkeeping and the other for sleeping people, so simple that it is impossible to read. This grass treasure can almost represent the lifestyle of ordinary people under the background of productivity at that time. Not to mention birds in the wild, there is only a typhoon or something, and the roof will be lifted off and blown away with people.

However, this resident was quite leisurely. He hung a banner outside the house and wrote a big word "tea". Combined with this rough environment, it seemed like a unique black humor... There was a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, with a long beard and a divine eyebrows and eyes sitting in a futon. He sat cross-legged in front of the house, his eyes slightly closed, and recited Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching" word by word. The strangest thing is that he was carrying it quietly here, with hundreds of beasts holding fruits in the forest, guarding his side in a solemn shape, listening to his preaching quietly. Among the wild beasts, there are also ferocious carnivores such as tigers and wolves. However, these wild beasts were born in Zhongnan Mountain and were also considered immortal caves, so they had spirituality to recognize these unborn masters.

A master chanting scriptures is a great opportunity to save people and animals. It takes less than once in a century, so how dare you make a mistake?

This human Taoist name is Han Quanzi. He is the senior brother of Guiguzi and was also the eldest disciple of the immortal master Yin Xi. In the past few decades, Guiguzi and Han Quanzi lived together in Zhongnan Mountain. After all, they could not let go of the remains of the master's life. Thinking that if something unexpected happened, as the eldest disciples, they would always have a way to take care of them. At the beginning, the disciples of the Yin clan still respected these two senior brothers quite much, but with the changes of the times, the corruption within the Yin clan became more and more serious...

These two senior brothers from the "former dynasty" became shackles tied around the Yin clan's neck, making them unable to do whatever they wanted. Guiguzi and Hanquanzi are both beloved disciples of the immortal master, so how could they allow descendants of the Yin clan to act recklessly and corrupt the reputation of their ancestors? For this reason, there have been many conflicts between them, but basically they ended with concessions between the two. Especially recently, after Yin Zihan took office as the head of the clan, he blatantly stretched out his hands and included the shameful livelihoods of various countries into the Yin clan's takeover.

In Yin Zihan's own words... You are not Yin Xi himself, nor our ancestors. Why do we do? Why do you care about so much?

Guiguzi was so angry that he smoked his seven orifices, and immediately decided to fly away, and went to Guigu in Yunmeng Mountain, hiding his name and opening a new sect.

Han Quanzi was also very disappointed. But he couldn't let go of his heart. He thought of his master's kindness and had to move out of the mountain gate of the Yin clan, moved alone to the foot of the mountain, and built a small shed, which was considered to be pure in his eyes. In fact, he knew in his heart that those who play with fire would burn themselves! With the expansionary approach of the Yin clan, it would not take long to offend all the schools of thought in the world and turn it into a form of "everyone shouted to beat him". If Yin Zihan didn't know how to restrain himself, he would eventually evolve into an old-fashioned plot like "siege of Zhongnan Mountain", which would not be a joke.

Sadly, people are disdainful of their advice, and they think they want to use it to seize his power within the clan... It's so ridiculous. The Taoist immortal clan is not just Yin Xi's family, Li Dan, Ge Hong, Chi Songzi... These people are all examples of becoming gods in their flesh, and they also have divine veins in the mortal world. How low-key are they living? They don't have the power like the Yin clan, who is eager to make money and power after gaining some strength that mortals do not have. They are short-sighted and ungrateful.

Not to mention, Yin Xi is still Li Dan's student. At that time, the divine vein cannot be seen anymore, and the whole clan will be dispatched to destroy the Yin clan... This is not called revenge, but to put it in a smaller way, it is called cleaning the door; to put it in a larger way, it is called practicing the way for heaven.

"Oh..." Han Quanzi frowned when he thought of this, and his mood was like a pool of spring water thrown into a stone, and he immediately became confused. When his mood was chaotic, the birds and beasts around him also felt the emotional fluctuations in the heart of this powerful man, and they woke up from the enlightenment just now and ran around.

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"Dong————!!"

With a light sound, a glimmer of light exploded in front of Han Quanzi. Soon, a man and a woman walked out of it hand in hand.

He narrowed his eyes and finally showed a little smile, and smiled gently, "Is Xian'er back?"

"Mr. Hanquan." Yin Xian held the white horse in one hand and shouted sweetly, "We're not coming back late, right?"

"I haven't finished it, that ceremony is still being held." Han Quanzi's smile soon fell to his back and looked at the clan on the mountain, sighing, "The God of Zhoutian is a name that combines virtue and compassion. If those people really want to become gods, they just work hard on themselves. Why bother bleeding every year?"

"Maybe they think that if they try once a year, they will succeed suddenly because of chance? Anyway, dropping two drops of blood is nothing. If they succeed, they will really break out of the cycle of reincarnation and immortality. Who wouldn't be jealous if such an opportunity is replaced?"

"What about you? Do you want it too?" Han Quanzi asked with a smile.

"I... to be honest, I also want to do it. But I know that my blood purity is not enough. If I have morality, I am not a little bit inferior to the immortal master. I guess it is impossible to succeed, so I didn't think so." Yin Xian agreed, and tied the horse rope, combed the horse's mane, and handed the rope to Han Quanzi. "Mr. Han Quan, the horse will ask you to take care of it."

Speaking of this, I have to mention the way the Yin tribe traveled.

Because the blood of gods flows in their bodies, most Yin people are born to be half an earthly immortal, and they can move in an instant. If they go to a particularly distant place to do business, they will use the earth to escape; if they are closer, they will use flying and fly over with great fanfare. Along the way, they will have to kneel down dozens of uninformed civilians. When they see people who can fly, they will not kneel down into a group? Yin people like this feeling of letting others kneel down to worship them, which is much more comfortable than being an emperor - others kneel down to the emperor out of admiration for the peak of power; while ordinary people kneel down to them out of fear of the complete unknown.

Looking at the Yin clan mountain gate, only Yin Xian needs to use a horse when going out alone.

The reason is easy to understand: every time she goes out, Yin Zhao insists on going with her, but he can't fly, so he has to ride a horse. For this reason, they have been criticized and ridiculed by the public and are regarded as a kind of deformed heresy. However, the horse has been given the opportunity to maintain it here for a long time, absorbing spiritual energy, and hearing the great way, the Taoist movements rise.

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"Boy, after going out like this... you have learned a lot, have you?" After taking the reins of the horse, Han Quanzi looked at Yin Zhao with a smile, his eyes floating on the newly grown meat on his body twice, and he already knew it in his heart, "A disciple like Gongshu is like a cunning poisonous scorpion.

, , omnipresent, and hidden arrows hurt people. As early as the era of their ancestors, it was already an unavoidable existence for all the people in the world. This time, you can work hard with their boss, which is worth it, and it will be enough for you to brag for a while."

"Don't make fun of me... In this mountain gate, there are so many talented people and crucians. What's my trick?" Because I often store horses in Hanquanzi, Yin Zhao and this old man are quite familiar with each other. They don't care much about etiquette (mainly because Yin Zhao didn't know that Hanquanzi is almost 150 years old). "I am a white body without divine blood. Among them, I am a rooster who is mixed into the Phoenix's Nest, and there is no place to show off."

When he said so casually, he actually didn't just talk about himself, but more of it was because he brought Yin Xian's position in the mountain gate.

Yin Xian's mother, a descendant of the gods, had an affair with mortals, which was a great blasphemy and disrespect for the Yin clan who had always suffered. They must not allow aliens to openly provoke the rules they promulgated. So, when Yin Xian was twelve years old, her parents suddenly disappeared during an outing operation and had no news. This incident basically did not attract any attention. In the Yin clan, anyone with a little brain knew what was going on. But the final conclusion was that no one would rehabilitate their family, and no one would be bold enough to seek justice for it, or look for the missing couple.

Being able to keep their daughter alive is already a great forgiveness from the high-level class in the world.

"Haha, don't worry, I think you are not a short-lived person. One day, you will turn over in one fell swoop, and becoming a superior person is also destined to be a destined thing." Han Quanzi looked at Yin Zhao's bones, first praised, then his expression changed, and then said with a little sadness, "But at that time, I'm afraid you may not have the heart to compete with ordinary people for their shortcomings."

"It's a bit interesting... Today I went to Luoyang, and a fortune teller named Wang Xu forced me to calculate for me, and said something unreasonable. Unexpectedly, when I returned to Zhongnan Mountain today, you have the same set of words. Could it be... Can I really have such a day in my lifetime?" Yin Zhao raised his eyebrows, and his tone was quite joking and self-deprecating. At this time, he was too young and did not understand the principle of "an abnormality is necessary for evil", and did not take the hexagrams of the two immortal masters seriously.

Looking back in the future, he really regretted it to death...

"Sir, we're in."

"Goodbye." Han Quanzi bowed and watched Yin Zhao and Yin Xian's figures gradually drifting on the mountain road, and finally merged with the surrounding green forests, making it difficult to distinguish. He finally sighed and said slowly, "This is our last side. When we see you again next time... it must be a difference between gods and man. The power of heaven is vast, and I should kneel down to you."

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On Mount Zhongnan, the Yin clan mountain gate.

On the top of the mountain, there is a huge star plate, about the size of a square. There are 100 grooves in the plate. The magic weapons that Yin Xi cast before leaving are placed one after another. These weapons are not comparable to those of ordinary iron. Just when they are placed on them, an inexplicably powerful pressure spreads, making people almost unable to stand up. Among the many weapons, the Cosmic Peak stands quietly in the center. Its sword body is translucent, and countless stars tell you to pass by, drawing a little white light.
Chapter completed!