The cultivators entered here respectfully, and the cars of dignitaries outside continued to spread out, almost filling up the entire Zhuque Street.

Apart from the dignitaries, there are also ordinary people wearing commoners and hemp shoes coming and going.

There are scholars who talk and laugh, and there are white people who interact with each other.

Looking up, you can see the pine and cypress trees growing so high that even the high walls of the building can't cover the hanging canopy, and you can faintly hear the voices speaking about Taoism.

What it talks about is the Taoism of Xiantian Yiqi.

Mysterious and profound, it has become a system, and its understanding is much higher than Qi Wuhuo's.

The old man stroked his beard and said: "He is the first person you want to meet. I met him three hundred and seventy years ago. Even in a ruined temple on a rainy night, he was able to study hard, be well-educated, talented, and able to talk.

We can also talk about the great things of the world, talk about Taoism, talk about the need to benefit the world, talk about five hundred years of planning in one game of chess, and now it has been achieved."

"I once gave him the Taoist name [Yuyang], Wu Huo, and you are the one to meet him today."

"It's you who [see] yourself."

Qi Wuhuo finished the roasted sweet potato in three mouthfuls. It was steaming hot. There was still some joy in his eyes about meeting his fellow seniors, and he said:

"Then what am I going to say?"

The old man replied: "Ask him if he is willing to travel with me to practice."

The old man's voice was as gentle and calm as ever:

"Otherwise today, he will come out with you."

"Otherwise, I will take it back by its name."

Qi Wuhuo paused, feeling the weight of this sentence, as well as the light coldness. It was not the tone of the words or other coldness, because the old man was still gentle, and the coldness was a kind of coldness that a young man of this age still has.

There is a greater existence that cannot be described or described.

It was just that I suddenly realized that today's trip and the last parting lesson seemed different from what I thought.

Qi Wuzhu glanced at the teacher subconsciously, but this time Qi Wuzhu couldn't see the old man's eyes clearly.

In countless subsequent memories, these eyes showed neither joy nor sadness, but great tolerance and peace.

I just feel that the road is vast and vast, plain and far away.

The old man stroked his hair with his palms and said gently:
Chapter completed!