Archfiend Chapter 715: : Linjiang Fairy (2)

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Xu Yangyi walked slowly on the bamboo-leaved ground of Mount Qingcheng. [Love ↑Go to △Small↓Speak △WwW.AiQu]

On the ground in autumn, I stepped on it and made a "sizzling" sound, with a soft touch. The emerald green and yellow bamboo leaves are mixed with pine needles, which seems to have carpeted the whole mountain.

Although he was going to see Monk Yuanying, he was not nervous at all. After all, he is his only blood relative.

"Qingcheng Mountain knows you are there?" The two of them walked silently, looking at the ancient dragon-like trees, listening to the looming bird calls, but they were speechless. Xu Yangyi finally couldn't help but opened his mouth.

"I don't know." Xuan Chengzi's hands were trapped in the Taoist robe. Although he looks like a young monk, he shows a kind of old-fashioned dragon while walking. He is also slightly carried on his back, and his middle-aged face has a touch of it. The color of vicissitudes: "Qingcheng Mountain only knows that there is a true monarch Yuan Ying, but does not know that it is an old man."

A bird flew across the forest and landed on his shoulder. Dappled sunlight casts from among the vigorous old trees, shining a peaceful light and shadow. The two continued to be speechless, and after a lapse of hundreds of years, the elders and descendants met, and no one knew what to say.

They are indeed blood relatives, but the time interval is too long, but they are like passers-by.

Stepping on the soft and solid ground, along the mountain path, the two have been walking towards the belly of Qingcheng Mountain. After walking for about two hours, almost all of them were mountain walls ahead. However, between the two mountain walls, a winding path, about less than one meter wide, derives into it.

At the same time, Xuan Chengzi lost the light in his eyes and fell to the ground. Xu Yangyi was silent for a moment, and walked slowly towards the path.

The ancient pine rock climbing, the tired bird hangs in the sky, the scenery on both sides is very charming. As if no one has stepped in here, the bamboo forests cover the sky and the sun, and there is almost no road. However, there was a faint burst of guzheng, and the sound of silk and silk came out.

Just after he walked for another ten minutes, he bypassed a bamboo forest, and the scenery in front of him was suddenly bright.

An old but tidy gymnasium stands plainly in the bamboo forest. Behind the Taoist temple, there is a green hill. A spring on the hill gurgling down, forming a pool of 20 to 30 meters on the ground. The bottom is clear. . Many lotus leaves waved on it, and there was even a small waterwheel two to three meters high.

A koi carp wanders in the pool, like colorful clouds under the blue sky. In front of the Taoist temple, under the bamboo forest, an old Taoist priest was pressing his hands on the guzheng, and tuned his strings leisurely.

On both sides, there are four little Taoist priests, holding yams, flutes, pipa, and guqin.

"When..." Just as Xu Yangyi stepped in, a soft guzheng sounded, and an old voice slowly sang: "The Yangtze River is rolling away from the east..."

As his voice started, the four little Taoists around immediately accompany him in a vigorous and frustrated manner. The five musical instruments intertwined into a magnificent sound wave, which caused the bamboo leaves in the forest to rustle.

The old fingers flicked the string, some muddy eyes with endless distance, the breeze blew his face, and his hair and beard fluttered: "The waves wash away the heroes."

Xu Yangyi looked cautiously.

Two sentences, without any fluctuations in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, around him, one could clearly see that all the bamboo forests shook, and the yellow bamboo leaves were falling.

And his footsteps were actually blocked by these fallen leaves!

"Right and wrong, success or failure, turning heads and empty, green mountains are still..." The slender fingers danced rhythmically, Hu Li, flute, blowing out a feeling of rejuvenation: "The sunset is red."

As the song played, the surrounding area was several tens of meters, all the sounds disappeared, and a piece of forest bird flapped its wings and fluttered. However, other than that, everything is silent.

Xu Yangyi squinted his eyes slightly through the gap between the leaves and the intermittent vision of the needle drop.

Test?

Get off the horse?

Without words, looking straight and down, leisurely and dignified, one old and one young, not only there is no fear in his heart, but a fierce fighting spirit is in his heart.

In the silence, Xu Yangyi's eyes swept across the sky of bamboo leaves. When they fell, they formed a complex magic circle, and...every second was completely different, and only one of them had to be found to pass.

Opportunity, only a moment of inactivity.

"White-haired Yuqiao, go on Jiang Zhu. I used to watch the autumn moon and spring breeze." The old man played the guzheng meticulously as if he hadn't seen him. At this moment, there are still two or three sentences, and this Linjiang fairy will end. If he doesn't enter before the last word falls, even if the other party releases the ban, he will be deeply ashamed.

Suddenly, the old man's voice became loud and loud: "A pot of dirty wine, happy meeting."

"There are so many things in ancient and modern times..."

Now!

Between the electric light and flint, Xu Yangyi moved, his body turned into a cyan light, and went straight to the bamboo leaves and the group.

Glaucoma blinked by, and a bamboo leaf rustled behind him, and for an instant, a narrow passage was left between all the bamboo leaves.

"Talking about it."

When the last word fell, his figure was already standing in front of the old man. At the same time, the old man pressed the guzheng with both hands, the strings hummed lightly.

There is no bamboo leaf on his body.

I have been in the tens of thousands of flowers, and the leaves do not touch my body.

"Not bad." The old man waved his hand, and the four boys immediately bowed deeply and retreated to Xu Yangyi.

"There are rumors that your strength is the first person under Yuan Ying?" He waved gently, and a futon appeared in front of the case. Then, two cups of fragrant tea floated: "The name is true."

Xu Yangyi sat down, took a sip from the teacup, and his eyes lit up.

One after another, auras filled his chest from his mouth, and the aura that had dried him up added some more.

"Dahongpao. The real half of the tea leaves on the tree. The old man is only half a catty." The old man brushed his white beard leisurely, and said lightly: "Once you enter the realm of Golden Core, the world is completely different from the past. It must be all the time. Grasp the opportunity to improve spiritual power. Food, clothing, housing and transportation are also indispensable. Every Jindan’s daily running accounts are enough to make a Qi Refining Dzogchen shame."

Xu Yangyi took a deep sip, did not answer, but carefully looked at the old man in front of him.

Ordinary.

This is the first feeling. There is no good place. He can't feel the fluctuation of the opponent's spiritual power at all, let alone exploring the other party's realm. Sitting in front of him like an ordinary person.

"How do you call it?" He raised his teacup and asked.

"Xu Fangyuan. Born in 1582, during the Ming Shenzong period. In the early Yuan Ying period." The old man seemed to be a little bit emotional. He looked at the tea cup in his hand and reflected his old figure before slowly saying, "You know, Why do I play this Linjiang Fairy?"

Without waiting for Xu Yangyi to answer, he calmly said: "Life is like a dream and illusion. Even though a generation of emperors is brilliant, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is red for several times."

"Looking at the flowers blooming year after year, the flowers will bloom in the spring and the moon will last forever. No one can live forever. There is nothing that lasts forever. It is as powerful as ancient repairs, but it is only a flick of a finger. The song, the Tao is full of honor and disgrace, think of the leisure of the world, but the sky is alone. Whenever the old man is upset, he will play a song."

"Longevity, eternity, immortality, legend, throughout the ages, how many people have moved toward these terms, but... how many people have really achieved it?"

Xu Yangyi raised his head and looked at the tired bird in the forest. He didn't realize his heart moved, and suddenly said slowly: "Then...Is there no longevity?"

Be silent again.

Two minutes later, Xu Fangyuan turned around and looked deeply into Xu Yangyi's eyes: "Yes."

"Ask the four realms, refining qi, building foundations, golden core, and Nascent Soul. After that, you will cut the heart into the three realms, and after that, there are few people in the legend that have reached the second realm of Flying Fairy. Once Flying Fairy, the real The immortal body will live with the world unless it perishes in battle, immortal and immortal. After nine calamities, the Dharma body will become permanent."

Xu Yangyi took a sip of tea gently.

Before the golden core, kneel down to build the foundation, and after the golden core, ten thousand nations came to court and rushed to three provinces and fifty-one cities. China regarded it as if it had not seen it. Killing Nangong Wugui, destroying the Nangong family, the spiritual world turns a deaf ear.

Countless monks bowed down below them, and their words made the highest government look at him. This feeling has been enjoyed once, unless the person is willing to be mediocre, no one can give up.

And he is not willing to be mediocre.

He has some understanding, why the ancient emperors didn't want to live forever all the time. This feeling that a word can be the law of the world really makes people who have tasted it once cannot let go.

"The grudge, I have reported it in the Tower of Babel." He blew the tea and looked at the flying tea leaves: "At that time, I was at a loss for a moment. Why am I still alive? Should I still Live."

"It seems that you already have the answer." Xu Fangyuan finally smiled slightly.

Xu Yangyi nodded: "Yes, I never thought that practice had such a deep influence on me. At that time, I had only one idea, that is...I want to reach the top. Look at different situations."

"Goodness." Xu Fangyuan laughed and caressed his beard: "Fadness is no greater than death, no sorrow is greater than innocence~ IndoMTL.com~ monk, choose one from a thousand miles, and walk on this single-plank bridge where thousands of people are struggling to cross, willing to be mediocre , That is sin."

Yangtian laughed and went out, how are we from Penghao?

The two seemed to see the same sentence in each other's eyes.

This is not a great principle, but the instinct of human beings, or intelligent creatures.

The lion group has the lion king, and the wolf group has the wolf king. From refining qi all the way to bowing, to building a foundation, to a real Jindan chosen from one hundred thousand. After straightening up, no one wants to go back to the original only. , I can't help myself. Everyone wants to go to the top of the world and see how many brilliant colors there are in the world opened by practice. See if you can call your ancestor in this plane.

Who can say whether it is the desire to explore, or the instinct to become stronger?

Queed Serpent God once said that the chosen path must be completed no matter what. Never regret one's death. He probably understood this a little bit now.

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