I am immortal

Qi Wuhuo acted as the guide of the Supreme Being and expressed his obsession and great wish.

The old man stopped stroking his beard for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh and said, "What a great ambition, what a great Taoist heart!"

"You can see further than your two senior brothers, and your vision is much bigger. However, there will be killings all along the way. If you make a wrong move, you may be completely destroyed, and you will suffer many deaths, and the more you go, the more you go. In the future, the greater the obstacles, maybe one day you will have to..."

His voice stopped slightly.

Look at the young Taoist in front of you.

But it's like seeing the Emperor Haotian who wielded a sword several eons ago and dominated a generation, looking at the unrivaled one in the universe.

It's not that Qi Wuhuo has anything to do with this Haotian, nor is it that his current caliber can really keep up with the Emperor Haotian. It's just that the old man's experience and experience allowed him to see that the young man in front of him The road to Haotian must be full of killings like Haotian's in the past.

Maybe one day...

This sword chosen by the old man himself will also point at the old man himself.

Looking at it now, if you want to make the five directions and five realms consistent, then one day you should hold a sword and face the three pure and four imperial guards. Only by leveling the three pure and suppressing the four imperial guards can you be worthy of him. He said "Suppression", but the old man didn't say this, and he didn't think that scene was a bitter thing.

If one day his disciple reaches that point, then he will be very happy.

Yuqing would lower his eyes and smile, while Shangqing would play his sword and sing wildly.

He who can draw his sword and come out in a dignified and upright manner says, "The way is different!"

Not also a fellow Taoist!

What we need is not a so-called disciple who was protected under the command of the master, but is just a so-called disciple who relies on the reputation of the master. What's the point? What we need is the fellow Taoist who walks upright and upright in front of us, step by step, on his own.

He was worried about his disciple's future, but he also knew that since he had this wish, there was actually no point in expressing his so-called worries. In the end, he just stroked his beard and smiled and said: "There are so many calamities of death, no confusion."

The young Taoist replied calmly:

"Although the road is far, you should walk on it; if you walk on the road, you should die."

"No, it's not enough to praise."

"Are you seeking survival? Are you seeking Tao?"

So the old man pointed at the young Taoist, laughed loudly, and said: "What a pity, what a pity!"

"such a pity!"

The old man's laughter was full of joy and regret.

When he looked at the young Taoist in front of him, his eyes were really filled with a sense of pity and regret, but there was also more kindness. He rarely praised his disciples very directly, even though Qi Wuhuo was willing to die. Zi layout, he just said a good trick, but at this moment he seriously sighed and said:

"It's a pity that you can't be born five tribulations early, otherwise, you can be my Taoist friend."

"It's a pity that you didn't give birth to the Four Tribulations earlier, otherwise, Haotian would have made you a confidant!"

The young Taoist shook his head and simply replied: "Why is it such a pity?"

Then the old man stroked his beard and smiled knowingly.

Just thinking of the young Taoist's current situation, he looked a little solemn again and asked:

"This time you have gone through a calamity. Even though there is the so-called [Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice], that power only allows you to turn yin into yang, death into life, but you are still in the desperate situation of Fengdu City. Shangqing I created 668 Tai Chi Spirit Scripts, but I never said that each Tai Chi Spirit Script has an upper limit to contain the power of the Great Emperor, let alone the prototype you created."

"Relying only on the restraint of this text, even if they take the initiative to chant and create rituals, you cannot restrain the five ghost emperors."

"And the central ghost, which is the first Yin God in the world, has the highest realm among the Yin objects. It was born to unite the creation of heaven and earth. It will immediately detect your methods, then kill you completely, and then completely collapse. To live forever in the South Pole, how can one overcome such a calamity without confusion?"

The young Taoist just said: "Disciple has his own plan."

The old man looked at him, smiled, and said: "That's all. I see that you are 70% sure, so I won't ask any more questions. It's up to you to walk and choose your path. That's how it should be... ..." He caressed his beard and pondered for a moment, then smiled and said: "You entered my sect, but I never taught you any magical powers from the beginning to the end. Wuhu, have you ever complained about me along the way?"

The young Taoist replied: "But the teacher pointed out the direction of the Tao."

"Let the disciples hear the truth."

"Only after hearing the Tao can you ask questions, practice the Tao, and prove the Tao."

"If you hear the small road, follow the small road; if you hear the big road, walk the big road. What the teacher points out is the direction of the supreme road, so that the disciples can see the farthest and largest road from the beginning, and they will not go wrong."

"If this is the case, and there is still a lot of dissatisfaction in my heart, is this disciple a little greedy?"

The old man looked at his disciple with a gentle smile and said:

"As long as you don't blame the teacher."

"Your [Tao] has come so far. I originally planned to wait for you to walk step by step and then teach you many magical powers. But your speed exceeded my expectations, and your experience was also more complicated than I originally expected. It's dangerous, I have lived for too long, for me, not to mention years, even a hundred years is just a moment."

"Between you and me, it feels like we just left the house not long ago. When we turn around, we can already vaguely see your figure chasing after us."

"How can I not be happy? How can I not be surprised?"

"You are going to survive this calamity now. Now that you have your own method, Teacher will not add any more unnecessary extravagance."

"Otherwise, it would seem like I don't believe you."

"When you overcome all these tribulations, I will teach you a method."

The young Taoist asked in surprise: "Teacher's method?"

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Yes..."

"This method can be the weakest, or it can be said to be the strongest. No one can yet achieve it by self-preaching, recruiting disciples, and teaching the method."

"Yuqing and Shangqing have never existed."

"And Xuandu, although he has mastered all my alchemy methods, he has no chance of my magical power, which is a pity after all. Therefore, this method is only known to me. You know, it is [transformed by one Qi, derived from two, transformed into three" 】, I don’t know its name, you can call it whatever you want, but the requirements for this method are really too high, and non-enlightened people cannot get started.”

"As for you, Wuhu, you are actually still a little short of being able to practice at the moment."

Qi Wuhuo understood clearly:

"Yiqi Manifestation, the teacher's method, requires turning three into two, and two into one, before you can get started."

"In this case, it is the law to reverse cultivation to cultivate Taoism and live forever. Whether it is performed according to the law is the law. The teacher's magical power should be to turn one Qi into two and return it to three. This is the method of [one Qi turning into three], right?"

The old man seemed to have already known that the young Taoist could deduce it, so he just laughed loudly, stroking his beard and admiring.

Then he said in a very encouraging tone: "No doubts, no doubts, practice hard. When you come back from this calamity, my Tao and Dharma will be passed on to you. Although I say I teach you, it is not passed on to you. It is just called to pass on to you." , I am just doing this [stone from another mountain] for you. Teacher is waiting for you to reach the state you mentioned today, and looking forward to you one day creating a method that surpasses my method."

"At that time, the teacher felt the most that it was a blessing for you to worship me as your teacher and follow the path of Taoism."

"But it is my great honor to be able to accept you as my disciple and lead you into the Tao."

"But speaking of it..."

"This method removes the effect of [stone from other mountains]. Five hundred years later, you may still be able to use it."

There was a rare hint of humor in the old man's kind eyes.

Qi Wuhuo was slightly stunned. After thinking for a while, he really didn't know what the teacher was talking about, so he could only answer:

"The teacher spoke in a subtle way, but the disciples didn't understand."

A small talk? !

The Supreme Being couldn't help but laugh, but no matter how curious and questioning the young Taoist was, he still did the same as the disciple just now when he kept the secret. He did not answer and just said: "You knew it at that time."

"But, when the time comes, the teacher will ask you to give a message to the other two."

Qi Wuhuo: "???"

The Supreme Being looked at his disciple who rarely showed his youthful ignorance. His sleeves and robes were slightly rolled up, his hair was white and his beard was white. His expression was kind and gentle, and he only smiled and said:

"Your Majesty, you are so arrogant."

"Wait, so what?"

Such domineering words, uttered from the mouth of the old man in front of him, made the young Taoist shudder, his eyes widened, and there were cold plums on his hair, which caused Taishang Taozu to laugh loudly, and looked at that The young Taoist's eyes were filled with admiration.

This is my disciple after all!

Will inherit my mantle.

Disciples who stand side by side with me.

This is how you gain disciples, and this is how you gain friends, why are you not proud? !

Thinking of the interesting expressions those two people will show five hundred years later, even if their mood is as good as water, there will be ripples, but any ripples will be smoothed out, Taishang Daozu can't help but smile from the bottom of his heart. He feels so The future is also going to be exciting and turbulent, and it will be a bit interesting.

The old man led Qi Wuhuo to understand the way forward, and made a promise to spread the Dharma after he broke through the tribulation.

Looking at the young Taoist, he smiled and sighed, then slowly disappeared, never to be seen again.

……………………

Or according to the judgment of a real chess player, Qi Wuhuo is just a dust in the end. Even though he is a disciple of Sanqing, Sanqing disciple is not a talisman. In many cases, he will still be attacked and dealt with immediately. , is a chess piece that deserves to be used as a matter of course, with a special identity.

But after all, the chess pieces are only used and discarded.

No one cares what will happen to the chess pieces thrown into the chess box.

The chess pieces were picked up by white fingers and placed gently on the chessboard. The sound they made was crisp and clear. In this huge palace, it seemed particularly empty and silent. The subtle ripples of sound touched the wall, and then returned again. After a while, it gradually became secluded and difficult to detect.

Huang Yao was using Fuxi's method of calculation to divine all things in the world. Her eyes were cold, completely different from the leisurely and lazy temperament she had when she was in contact with Qi Wuhuo, as if she was leaving her job to play. She used the method of innate gossip. And the acquired Bagua method, layer upon layer, reversal and inference, Huang Yao got a glimpse of the real trend now.

"Qing Jingwei Jinzhou, King of People, Lord of Sanyin Yao Xing."

"The Demon King of our time, the Donghua of Heaven."

"Behind the Demon Emperor is Gou Chen, who has a grudge against his ancestors."

"Behind Donghua, there is also the connection between the four emperors."

"The deaths of the Human Emperor and the Dragon Emperor eight thousand years ago should also be related to Gou Chen."

"Gou Chen's goal is to only..."

Every time Huang Yao said a word, he put down a chess piece, causing ripples in the void, his voice was cold, and the sound of the chess pieces was quiet.

She retracted her palms, let her sleeves hang down, and raised her eyes to look forward.

In the first sentence, there were ripples in the void, and in the second sentence, there was already a golden light outlined vertically and horizontally.

After finishing the last sentence, Huang Yao looked ahead and saw countless golden streams of light changing vertically and horizontally, forming a magnificent scene. On Fuxi's sand table magic weapon, they outlined a series of connections and finally turned into a huge storm. , connecting the sky above, reaching the earth below, traversing the left and right, and finally the vortex of countless golden streams of light, involving the entire six realms.

Huang Yao watched this scene steadily. The future constructed and deduced by magical powers and spells had strands of golden light reflected in Huang Yao's eyes. She was kept quiet for a long time before she spoke softly:

"Measure the calamity..."

Using Fuxi's method to deduce the changes, what we glimpsed is the calamity!

And now this calamity was about to break out half a month ago, but for some unknown reason, this calamity that was supposed to break out unexpectedly ended up in a stalemate, remaining in a state where it was about to break out but didn't. , this is the scene now transformed by Fuxi’s magical power——

The storm has swept through the six realms, but it is still spinning slowly.

It has never completely collapsed or exploded.

This seems to be a kind of stability, a relatively special balance.

But such a state, in Huang Yao's eyes, is more terrifying than the direct outbreak of Liang Jie - it represents the unknown, and represents the first huge conflict of Liang Jie. Both sides have accumulated strength during this period, like Gong. Once the balance is fully charged, once the balance collapses, the calamity will start to be vaster and more huge than the calamity that breaks out directly.

A punch is thrown out unexpectedly and is difficult to prevent, but the destructive power is naturally not as good as a punch that is prepared.

"What is the force that causes the current calamity to be in the current balance..."

Huang Yao frowned slightly.

In his mind, he instinctively thought of the young Taoist who had had a confrontation with him and had defeated him.

It seems that you can still see the peaceful eyes of the young Taoist.

Could it be him?

Huang Yao shook his head and threw away this ridiculous idea.

"How could it be him?"

"He's just a mortal, with no special bloodline, and no attainments in divination and fortune-telling. Even... even if he is a little smart, how can he participate in today's mass as a real person?" What about the calamity?"

"I'm afraid I'm too tired from deducing the trajectory of the calamity."

Huang Yao raised her hand and pressed her eyebrows. She heard slight footsteps like a kitten. A smile appeared on her bright and beautiful face. Even the fatigue in her heart seemed to be swept away. She turned around. When I came, I saw a girl in a moon-white dress walking towards her. She was decorated with silver ornaments and jade. Xiao Pengcao had a new outfit every day.

All have high-quality accessories that match the clothes.

Just above the most basic basic necessities of life, such as food, clothing, housing and transportation, let alone other things.

There is nothing we can do.

I can't control it!

Every time Huang Yao reacted, all kinds of treasures had been scattered.

Sometimes, Huang Yao feels a little upset in his heart.

It's just that such annoyance is often difficult to last even for half a day. Just like now, Xiao Pengcao brought tea at the right temperature to Huang Yao, as well as snacks she made herself, and then massaged Huang Yao's shoulders. The soft palms pressed on the shoulders, but Huang Yao couldn't hold them down, but the latter still felt like his heart was about to melt.

Mental fatigue is greatly reduced.

I feel that throwing treasures at Xiao Pengcao is a natural thing.

Huang Yao held the tea and sighed in his heart.

'Ancestor, I seem to be able to understand you somewhat...'

When these words were spoken, Huang Yao stiffened and reacted instantly.

etc--!

Who is going to understand you bastard? ! !

Huang Yao almost gritted his teeth. Fuxi was dead. If this ancestor was still alive, Huang Yao wanted to bury him in the ground, then use a shovel to smash open his skull and see if 90% of his brain was inside. Every inch of brain is soaked with these two words "Wahuang".

10% left?

Of course the remaining 10% is, anyone who touches Emperor Wa will die! ! !

But when Huang Yao was angry in his heart, he suddenly noticed Xiao Pengcao's hesitation and hesitation. Huang Yao understood that Xiao Pengcao wanted something from him, so he sighed, with a tone that even the Demon Emperor could not get. He said gently and kindly, "Do you want to know the whereabouts of that smelly Taoist priest?"

Xiao Pengcao's face turned slightly red, and then she nodded cautiously.

Huang Yao originally wanted to refuse sternly.

But I saw Xiaopengcao's cautious look.

His heart suddenly softened, and he just sighed and said: "That's it, that's all. It was obviously just the day before yesterday, so we have to do it again?"

"Okay, okay, I'll do the math for you, just do it for you, don't cry!"

"Go and bring the calculation chips."

Xiao Pengcao nodded vigorously, then turned around, trotted all the way, and soon came back with a lot of jade chips, holding them in his arms. Huang Yao looked at Xiao Pengcao's appearance, and kept Fuxi's bloodline, I suppressed the urge to tie up the Taoist priest and give him a beating, and then said calmly:

"The last time."

"This will never happen again!"

"Um!"

Huang Yao sighed. She said she would never do it next time, but she knew in her heart that today would not be the same next time.

Tomorrow, I will definitely fall under the bright eyes of Xiaopengcao.

Really, that Taoist priest...

Why!

While thinking about it, he completed the retreat lightly. The green jade stones flew up, glowing brightly, and then turned into hexagrams. Xiao Pengcao wanted to understand Qi Wuhuo's situation, and now he could recognize them. There are many hexagrams, which makes Huang Yao feel happy and unhappy at the same time.

He would always curse a few words, that stinky cow-nosed guy should just die.

The crisp sound of clicking stunned the distracted Huang Yao.

Her eyes instantly shrank and looked at her plan.

A hideous and dazzling mark appeared on the emerald calculation chip that represented Qi Wuhuo's situation. This crack shattered directly from the highest point and eventually turned into blood. What this represented was——

"That rascal."

died? ! !

How can it be!

Huang Yao's heart was shocked. She suddenly heard the sound of raindrops falling, and then saw Xiao Pengcao standing there blankly, her face pale, her eyes widened, and then big drops of tears fell from her face.

he died?

Xiao Pengcao seemed to still be able to see the young Taoist priest in front of his eyes, appearing in high spirits like a star.

And now, he is dead.

It turns out that even the stars will fall?

Huang Yao was a little at a loss and said: "Xiao Pengcao, you... don't cry..."

"cry?"

"Did I cry?"

Xiao Pengcao was stunned. She stretched out her hand and found that her vision became blurred, and then big drops of tears fell on her palms and on the back of her hands. It was like this again. It turns out that tears can be shed when she has not been sold or sold. Whipping, didn’t it come out when you were not bullied?

But why does my heart feel so uncomfortable?

Xiao Pengcao was in a daze, and there seemed to be no sadness on his face, but tears kept falling.

She covered her heart and opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

‘The poor Taoist, the Qi has no confusion. ’

'Little Pengcao doesn't like this...'

'Is it tasty? ’

'Because I want her to know that she is unique in this world, not a commodity to be sold. ’

'Someone, at least, I would never treat her as cargo. ’

Tears fell heavily. Xiao Pengcao covered her stinging heart and opened her mouth, wanting to say something. However, when she opened her mouth, she let out a suppressed sob, which finally turned into a sound of gritting her teeth and not daring to make a loud sound. She cried, her eyes were dark, but her face was as pale as grass.

She seems to be the fluffy grass in autumn again.

Huang Yao looked at the crying girl. She wanted to speak but suddenly heard a small sound. She paused slightly, her eyes widened, and she slowly turned around and saw the jade token falling to the ground, with strands of light flowing. It rose up, turned into blood, and merged into the huge Fuxi sand table.

Then, wisps of bloody light invaded.

The originally golden and magnificent storm suddenly turned scarlet!

It became more and more majestic, more and more violent, uncontrollable, sweeping across the six realms, sweeping violently!

Huang Yao murmured: "Measure the calamity and it will be opened..."

"No, it's impossible, he's just a mortal."

"He is just a mortal without bloodline and ancestors' blessing."

"It's impossible for him to temporarily control Liang Jie on his own, and it's impossible for him to become a chess player on his own."

"He can't be...impossible..."

"His body will delay the calamity, and his death will cause the calamity to start again with several times the power..."

The violent storm that swept through the six realms was reflected in Huang Yao's bright eyes. In the future that was finally deduced, the calamity annihilated all the six realms, and its origin...

………………

In Ruizhu Palace, Houtu Huangdi only had a dream.

In that dream.

She saw the young Taoist running around, saw him opening up earth veins and healing himself, and saw him controlling the calamity by himself.

But the scene changed again.

Then, I saw the young Taoist being pierced through the heart by countless chains, seeing his Taoist robes stained red by countless blood, and seeing the divine light in his eyes finally disappear, and he was finally hung high in the sky in humiliation. Shouting loudly, she saw the Dongyue Seal, and saw the Dongyue Seal glowing with wisps of green light.

The light in Qi Wuhuo's eyes slowly dimmed, his head drooped, his limbs were pierced by chains, hanging high, and blood dripped.

Death.

The dream of the land emperor is over.

for a long time.

She slowly opened her eyes.

In both eyes.

Only murderous intent remains!