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Lin Xingtao shook his head and answered his question: "No, I believe you are dead."

It's not that easy to make a comeback.

"Besides." Lin Xingtao's sight was Yu Buzhe's motionless body, "Your way, Yu Buzhe, has never wavered."

"You appear here, you stay here, which means you have found your way."

"I remember you said that your way is to become an immortal."

[My way, Yu Buzhe, is to become an immortal.] There is also [Seeking the way of immortality is also the way of our generation, what's wrong with it?]

It was not until later that Lin Xingtao knew that Yu Buzhe had done so many things, including creating floods and the chaos on the sixth floor, all for the purpose of becoming an immortal.

He also succeeded, forcing the laws of heaven and earth to return, and he became an earthly immortal and died.

So he stood in the surging torrent, although he could not move forward, but he did not retreat.

He had pressed his hand on Lin Xingtao before, and now he let go, and he was still firm.

Yu Buzhe sighed softly.

Lin Xingtao followed with a low laugh and added: "The Yu Buzhe I know is the Dalin State Master. Even though he can flood cities, slaughter all the Taoist sects in the world, and create a hundred years of chaos in order to achieve his goals, there is one thing that makes him not unscrupulous."

"It is also this point that makes me not doubt him after all."

Yu Buzhe is slightly curious.

"Four hundred years ago, the demon race was weak, but there were still demon kings in the world, and they also showed the desire to get involved in the human world. And Yu Buzhe has never used the power of the demon race."

"Not to mention that during the hundred years when Yu Buzhe was the state master, the demon race was lingering and had no hope of survival."

Shilian said [What did our demon race do wrong that we almost don't exist in the world] Until the last war four hundred years ago, no demon race emerged to fight against the human race and the Shinto. Isn't there any credit for Yu Buzhe in this?

"Yu Buzha has never used the power of gods, and even killed the Dragon King brazenly." Compared with the human race who respected gods too much four hundred years later, Yu Buzha directly scolded Luoshui Hebo not to meddle in other people's business.

"Yu Buzha has his own way, and he only relies on himself." When he knew that Lin Qingqing and Chen Kele were both Lin Xingtao's people, he was just stunned, and then laughed. His overall situation was not affected.

"Yu Buzha can destroy the human race himself in order to seek the way, but he will not help the demon race to destroy the human race."

Suddenly, Yu Buzha laughed.

In the laughter, Lin Xingtao barely stood up and did not stumble towards Yu Buzha.

They were not chatting in a peaceful place.

After a while, Yu Buzha said: "Ignore her, it's pitiful."

Lin Xingtao was a little silent.

While they were talking, Lin Qingqing tried to call many times, perhaps because she felt that her voice could not reach the road of heaven, which was equivalent to another world, and buried her face between her knees.

Without saying a word, she forced out the power in her body.

Her young and beautiful face aged rapidly because of this.

Hunched, curled up.

Yu Buzhe saw it clearly, and the words he said almost hit Lin Xingtao's heart: "How could anyone not bear to accept the power she offered with the mood of disappearing between heaven and earth?"

The breath with the power of the celestial being floated around Lin Xingtao, wandering between him and Yu Buzhe.

Yu Buzhe smiled slightly: "And the Lin Xingtao I know probably won't accept her disappearance."

"Then." He looked up, "You want to go to a higher place, but you don't want to accept the power. How can you jump over the stormy waves?"

"What did you gain in other worlds? No, Lin Xingtao. Now you use it, what about the road ahead?"

Yu Buzhe shook his head, but he asked a question: "Let me ask you, who led you into the Tao?"

Who led Lin Xingtao into the Tao?

Lin Xingtao was startled, and the three words "Bu Guozi" turned around on the tip of his tongue, but he took them back under Yu Buzhe's gaze.

"It's me, Lin Xingtao." Yu Buzha whispered slowly.

Lin Xingtao recalled the battle of Luoshui City, when Yu Buzha summoned rain in Zhaixing Tower, and he rode a dragon to kill him.

He passed by Yu Buzha and heard Yu Buzha say——

[You are my disciple. I led you into Taoism, and I protected you to Luoshui City. ]

——Yes, to be precise, Bu Guozi and even the eighth generation head of Zhengqing Sect are not Lin Xingtao's master.

It was Yu Buzha, the enemy killed by Lin Xingtao, who made him enter Taoism.

"An immortal once said that you are a chess piece born for me, but... I am the stepping stone for you to reach the top."

Lin Xingtao vowed to kill the national master.

He started as a small Taoist priest and moved up. It was not Bu Guozi who helped him, but he grew up through the enemy, the national master.

He even really learned the magic method of coming and going from the national master.

The enemy is the one who knows you best and helps you grow the most.

Perhaps every self-proclaimed protagonist should thank the tireless villains on the road to growth.

"Should I thank you for the many hardships you have brought me?"

Yu Buzhe smiled playfully, looking calm.

"I tell you this just to tell you that since I have helped you enter the Dao, I am also willing to help you get your own Dao."

Lin Xingtao frowned, somewhat unconvinced by such kindness.

"Do you still remember what I suppressed under the Dao Palace?"

- The origin of the world.

The origin of the world is the Great Dao. Make the laws of heaven and earth return.

"Suppressing part of the Heavenly Dao, does it sound powerful? At that time, I was just a Heavenly Master, even if I was a Heavenly Master for a hundred years..."

"The moment I became an earthly immortal, I knew I would face punishment from the heaven."

"I roughly knew that I would die in nine out of ten cases. But when I remembered that I had become an immortal, I accepted it calmly."

So Yu Buzhe was not in a hurry to go to the immortal world, so Yu Buzhe welcomed death so calmly, and even more so, that's why he didn't kill Lin Xingtao after becoming an earthly immortal.

[He didn't seem to think that Lin Xingtao was worthy of being his opponent, and turned to walk towards the crack.

A figure opened his arms at the crack, but he didn't walk away. ]

"The crack in the sky that made you leave appeared so early, so coincidentally, in addition to your relationship, it was also related to me."

"You helped me break the crack in the sky, fulfilling my long-cherished wish, but I made you leave early... You see, I have a reason to help you."

At this point, Yu Buzhe's face had some different waves.

"... Actually, I want to see if you can stand at the top of the world, and see if you can do what I can't do. After all, when I died, my path also stopped at becoming an immortal, and I couldn't go any further."

Yu Buzhe was right behind Lin Xingtao, neither taking a step back nor taking a step forward.

And Lin Xingtao was going to move forward after all, and this short turn back and stop couldn't stop him.

The previous words made Yu Buzhe look like a strange enthusiastic person, and only this last paragraph revealed his unwillingness and sincerity.

"If you die, stay here with me and wait to see if there is another one like us who will come and pull us back from death for a short time to see what the world will be like without us."

"I may not be the real me either. I may just be a little bit of Yu Buzha created by the heaven.

When Yu Buzha was born, it had been raining for three consecutive days. When he opened his eyes, the dark clouds disappeared.

The gorgeous rays of light shone through the window of the small Taoist temple, reflecting in his innocent eyes. The golden light flowed between his long and soft eyelashes, making this baby who did not cry or make a fuss after birth look like a fairy child from heaven.

However, the endless rays of light in the sky had nothing to do with him. It was not a vision he was born with.

His father, an old Taoist priest, excitedly carried him outside the temple. Within ten miles, temples and Taoist temples of all heights rose with mists of incense, congratulating the finally sunny day. In the distant market, there were children running and playing, and adults chatting.

Yu Buzha's eyes were not cast on the mortal world. He looked up and saw the immortals in the clouds.

A group of immortals stepped on the rosy clouds to pick up the sunny mood for several miles, and occasionally swept the world below with a deep pool of eyes.

This scene condensed into a light that would never fade in Yu Buzha's eyes.

It was like a revelation from heaven, making him feel that there were immortals in this world.

"Zhengqing Sect is worthy of being the head of the Taoist tradition. The people in the sect know how to pray for rain and stop rain. Even if the Dragon King helps, it is beyond our reach." The old Taoist sighed and pondered slightly, "You were born at this time, and the sky is not covered by clouds. Why not just call it Buzha! ”

Yu Buzha showed his talent since he was born. He had a photographic memory and could remember things even when he was too old to remember. He was extremely intelligent and had read all the classics in the small Taoist temple when he was seven years old. He never played around and had his own ideas in his mind.

"The way of heaven is that when it reaches its limit, it will turn back, and when it reaches its limit, it will decrease." He recited this sentence softly, raised his head, and looked at his parents who were looking at him tenderly.

He closed the book and threw it forward.

The pages of the book turned rustlingly, and he passed his parents and took a step.

"I want to become an immortal! "

Yu Buzha, who was only eight years old, walked from behind the stove with burning incense to the front of the stove and set a great ambition that was too far away for him at that time.

Then he raised his feet and put them down again. When the soles of his feet were stained with green mud, he had already entered the Tao.

He read the classics at the age of seven and entered the Tao at the age of eight. He was a genius in Taoism.

His parents knew that he had precious talents, so they naturally would not confine him to a small courtyard, so he embarked on the road of traveling and seeking the Tao at a young age.

It took him a full four years to finally enter the capital at the age of twelve.

At this time, he was finally not as quiet and sensible as he was at home, but had some youthful spirit.

When young people have spirit, they will fight.

On a road full of stone slabs in the capital, he killed someone for the first time.

Across the street was a wealthy family in the capital, which was said to have some relatives with the current royal family. He used his tender fingers so recklessly to pick up the intricate lines in the capital, and even broke one.

This was incredible. He was able to kill the guarded man just because For him, at the age of fourteen, he had become a great mage.

Who would have thought that there would be such a genius? For ordinary people, being a mage at the age of twenty is already worthy of praise. And who would have thought that there would be such a young man who would kill people without hesitation.

When the real person's furious attack came quickly, he covered his ears.

He frowned tightly, as if the real person's shout was too harsh for him.

Swish!

The real person's attack was countless sharp little swords, like arrow feathers flying down, and the servant following behind Yu Buzhe was cut in half without a word.

Lin Xingtao walked to his side and covered his ears.

He heard the twisted gasps of the stone lions in front of the mansion, the trembling shouts of the flagpole in the wind, the tiny sounds of the servants' blood flowing, the clanging music of countless little swords colliding, and the laughter of the little girl holding her grandfather's hand at the corner of the street.

He heard the heartbeat of Yu Buzhe from rapid and fierce to calm and slow.

And the sigh of almost pity from heaven and earth.

Finally, he heard Yu Buzhe say: "Nothing more than that."

So, all the small swords stayed in mid-air, making a stagnant sound like