Sloppy Taoist!
Looking at the old Taoist reflected in the bronze mirror, Yang Yu's pupils contracted violently.
The shock was instantly overwhelmed the surprise of the Longyuan sword being unsheathed.
This scene was really unexpected.
A moment ago, he was still thinking about the whereabouts of the sloppy Taoist and the Longyuan Sword Ceremony. However, he expected that in a blink of an eye, both appeared at the same time.
It can no longer be said to be a surprise, it is almost a thriller.
"The threshold for your recognition is a bit too high!"
Yang Yu couldn't help but complain about his thoughts sweeping over the brilliant Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Ghost Sword in the Glutty Cauldron.
Who is a sloppy Taoist?
The only legendary figures who are respected as the "Supreme Grand Master" in ancient and modern times, with his martial arts at this moment, he abandons his supernatural powers, and he is afraid that he will not be able to take over without a single move.
Try it?!
"What a pure sword intent!"
The old Taoist in the bronze mirror had a slightly brighter look, and he seemed to have sensed something:
"Sword-like Taoist fruit? This is extremely rare and rare. However, you used another kind of quarrel with Yin Yue before?"
‘He has always been...’
The throbbing in his heart under pressure, Yang Yu bowed and bowed:
"My younger generation, Yang Yu, have met Zhenren Zhang."
"The young man is so terrifying."
Looking at the young man outside the mirror, the old Taoist seemed to sigh: "It's really not as good as the present. When the old Taoist is as old as you, he is far inferior to you."
"The real person is serious. I am just following your path. How dare I compare with you?"
Yang Yu said seriously:
"From ancient times, the only ones who can compete with you are Bodhidharma and Lu Chen."
There is a Tao that predecessors planted trees and later took advantage of the cool air. The same is true for martial arts. If generations of wise men have not stepped on the rugged and improved the system, even if he had a gluttonous diet, he would not have achieved what he has today.
Later generations are stronger than the ancients, but they are not because they have talented and better understanding, but because their predecessors have set foot on the road and do not need to walk the rugged detours they have taken.
"How can you be considered the path of an old master? It's just sorting out your predecessors and adding some of your own insignificant insights."
The old Taoist's face was rosy and his attitude was a little gentler:
"How can the old Taoist be on par with the ancestors? The supreme master. This is too big, and the old Taoist can never afford it..."
Wear it thousands of times, but flatter you don’t wear it.
From emperors, generals, and ministers to peddlers and pawns, all of this is true. Although the old Taoist knows that he has flattery, he really enjoys it.
Because this is the evaluation given by later generations thousands of years later.
"Thirteen blood exchanges, five foundation building levels, true gang, melting furnace, hundreds of classics, hundreds of orifices... Martial arts thousands of years later are still using the martial arts you defined.
If you can't afford it, who can afford it?"
Yang Yu was half a compliment, half a sentiment.
As a beneficiary of martial arts, he naturally had a respect for his predecessors who opened the way. Not only were he sloppy Taoists, but also master Bodhidharma, but also Fighting Foyinyue.
In the world, if it were someone else, his palm would not be supported, but pressed his forehead and pressed into the ground.
"Okay, okay! If you praise me, the old man should be 2 taels of bones..."
On the other end of the bronze mirror is a desolate mountain, with snow covering half a foot thick. The old Taoist walked in the snow and seemed to be in a good mood:
"What do you seem to want to ask? The old man is in a good mood. Let you ask three questions and you will do something for me..."
"Do something?"
Yang Yu pondered slightly and asked cautiously:
"I don't know what it is?"
"What's the matter? Let's talk about it later. You can ask first, but it doesn't matter if you don't agree in the end."
The old Taoist smiled.
"Thank you for the real person."
Seeing that the old Taoist seemed to be in a bad mood, Yang Yu was sure, and his thoughts changed and asked:
"What state are you in at this time? Or, what is your state with this immortal magical illusion?"
This question lingers in his mind for a long time, and he had questions as early as the "Bodhidharma Fulong Map".
The classics record that the essence of the fantasy realm of immortals and magic is similar to the 'mirage' and even more magical, because a certain part of the past has been imprinted by heaven and earth.
Yang Yu originally thought so, until he met Bodhidharma and the old loach that they clearly had memories and knew their situation.
This is very different from the records in the classics.
"Slip-headed guy, you are not a problem."
The old Taoist was silent, but he still answered:
"Martial will."
Martial will?
Yang Yu was slightly shocked: "Martial Saint..."
"The fundamental principle of martial arts practice is to cultivate the three essences and spirits. Only when the essence and energy are complete can the spirit be seen. The great master can combine the veins of heaven and earth through thoughts and lock the soul for thousands of miles.
If you knock on the door of the Martial Saint, you need to burn everything and condense your own martial will..."
The sloppy Taoist is worthy of being the supreme master who has pioneered a Taoist path, and being a good teacher is engraved in his bones.
As soon as the conversation was opened, Yang Yu didn't need to ask any more questions. He had already taken the initiative to solve various levels on the road of martial arts for him and was puzzled.
From blood exchange to the four steps of the Martial Saint, and then to the Martial Saint.
Yu Yang silently wrote down.
"The old Taoist named this realm the Martial Saint, but before me, this realm existed. Compared with them, the old Taoist actually only had one thing that was better than...
Seeing Yang Yu look up, the old Taoist replied:
"Know what it is, what it is."
"Actually, many martial arts masters who practice by themselves will do everything in a disadvantage. But if you ask them the levels, they themselves don't understand."
Hearing this sentence, Yang Yu felt thoughtful.
"Of course, this is related to the poor talent of the old Taoist. Those sages with extremely talented talents will not encounter such levels or difficulties at all, so there is no question of summarizing it."
The old Taoist still has not finished his intentions.
'You're a little too distracting...'
Yang Yu felt a little slandered, but he didn't say anything. These experiences in cultivation were really important to him.
"It's been said far, it's been said far."
The old Taoist took back his words at the right time and said:
"From ancient times, there have been many people who have sought immortals and visited the Tao. Martial arts were originally a method of martial arts and killing, but with the evolution, it was inevitable that it could live forever.
However, the word "Eternal Life" is easy to say, but it is actually extremely difficult..."
As he said that, the old Taoist sighed, as if he was sighing about the difficulties of martial arts:
"In the four hundred years of his life, there were no less than eighteen emperors who searched for me for immortality, but they were all dead..."
“…”
The topic of this conversation changed too quickly, and Yang Yuxuan couldn't react.
After a while of silence, he thoughtfully said: "So, are you in the magical realm of immortality and magic in the way of martial arts will?"
"The illusion of immortals and magic is not something that the old Taoist can imagine. This is the power of heaven and earth. The old Taoist is just trying to maintain the will of martial arts to prevent it from being assimilated."
The old Taoist answered:
"In the outside world for two hundred years, this immortal magic illusion will collapse once. From the beginning, you are the seventh group of people who came here..."
After digesting it for a while, Yang Yu asked the second question:
"I dare to ask the real person, where is the broken page of the book of the underworld?"
"Hao Shu."
Hearing this word, the talkative old Taoist became a little silent, and after a long time he said:
"have no idea."
"have no idea?"
Yu Yang was a little suspicious.
"You wouldn't think that the broken pages of the Nether Book are really broken pages of the book, right? The Nether Book is not a book, it is a fragment of the treasure of the Yin Si..."
The old Taoist sighed slightly, as if he was trapped in memory:
"At that time, I was in seclusion in the golden top and could not break the last move. At that moment, I merged with the world and saw a catastrophe on the earth.
For this reason, I pretended to die and escaped. It took me two hundred years to travel all over the world. Finally, I found traces of the book of the book and suppressed it at a great cost..."
"It's a pity that the broken pages of the Nether Book are not physical, they are illusory. Even if they are suppressed by me, they are always wandering among the seventy-two divine peaks. The old Taoist really doesn't know where they are."
"this……"
Prison Yang is skeptical.
"The masterless book is like a volcano that is about to erupt. Once it erupts, it will not affect a mansion or a state, but the whole world!"
In the bronze mirror, the old Taoist looked serious:
"What the old Taoist wants you to do is to find out the broken pages of the Nether Book!"
"You can't even find it, where will you look for me?"
Yu Yang frowned.
According to the old Taoist, the book of the underworld is not a book, and the page is not a page. It may exist in any place in the fantasy of immortals and magic. It may be birds and beasts, plants, muds and stones, or it may be humans!
There is no trace, I am afraid it is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.
"Perhaps others won't do it, but you will definitely find it!"
"Um?"
When Yang Yu was stunned, the old Taoist in the bronze mirror had already answered:
"Your Dao Fruit belongs to the ghosts and gods of the underworld, and has a very high rank. When you step into this immortal and magical illusion, it once had slight fluctuations..."
This is the reason why the sloppy Taoist chose him...
An enlightenment arose in Yang Yu's heart.
Kuixing is composed of three Taoist fruits. According to Xu Wenji's Taoist fruits, this type of rank covers several types of Taoist fruits, but it does not belong to the five categories.
It is actually not bad to say that it is a genus of "ghosts and gods".
"So, there are not a few people who have the Taoist fruit in this journey. After a thousand years, will the Taoist fruit be flooded?"
The old Taoist had some doubts.
He has a personal experience of the preciousness of Taoist fruit.
From not knowing martial arts to exploring the entrance to becoming a great master, it only took him twenty-three years to find the Taoist fruit, but it took him more than a hundred years to find it.
"There are not many fruits in later generations, but there are indeed much more than before..."
Yang Yu replied, mentioning some records from later generations.
The reason why the theory of tide is regarded as a criterion by many forces is really because the endless Taoist fruits that emerge in later generations confirm this statement.
Later generations of martial saints surpassed the previous dynasty. In addition to the evolution of martial arts, the biggest reason is that there are many more unearthed Taoist fruits than any previous dynasty!
The twelve martial saints exist together in the world, which is extremely incredible to look at any dynasty.
"The twelve martial saints live together in the world? Could it be that the legendary changes in heaven are just a thousand years later?"
In the bronze mirror, the old Taoist's Yin Spirit was very bright, a little surprised and a little yearning, but he still sighed long:
Chapter completed!