I am immortal

The ripples in that mirror have not dissipated for a long time. Even though they are just residual images of the past, Xuanzhen, alone with his sword, towered over the heaven and earth, practicing the Tao three times in a row, seeking the Tao, proving the Tao, and finally speaking out The scene of laughing and falling into smoke is so majestic and majestic that it is far beyond the comparison of a few short sentences from the teacher's mouth.

Qi Wuzhuo never recovered from such lonely courage and determination for a long time.

He recalled that the teacher talked about the three roads of upper, middle and lower.

Among them, Senior Brother Xuandu, according to the teacher, is devout to the Tao, follows my teachings, practices for many kalpas, does things and does nothing, and has achieved the Hunyuan Qi.

Practicing together with heaven and earth, breathing in the sun and moon.

But it was only a middle grade.

So, what is the best?

What is the best!

Qi Wuhuo looked at Senior Brother Xuanzhen's path and suddenly understood the teacher's unsaid words, what is the best path?

own path.

Forge a new path!

Sharpen your Taoist heart, determine your direction, and then move forward step by step.

Then overcome thorns and thorns, cut off all the external calamities and inner demons on the road, and finally make great progress, reach the limit of this road, and reach the end of the road. Then, no matter who I have studied under, no matter what I have experienced, how many times Ups and downs, several setbacks, he can also be called the founder of the Taoist tradition.

It can be done——

Daozu!

The young man thought about what his senior brother had done, unifying the world and nine states, fighting the Demon Emperor with a sword, and inviting the heavens to drink together.

Piece by piece, pile by pile, the original path of luck was created.

If you want to make ordinary people no longer bound by their talents, as long as they are not degenerate and lazy, they can have a feasible path and embrace the general trend and great aspirations. How heroic they are. They never retreat, never setbacks, and never give themselves up. Leaving some room, he only moved forward step by step, and finally broke through the forty-ninth level of tribulation and fell, without retreating or regretting.

Such pride, such Taoist heart, being from the same sect, and being from the same clan, and only one step away from success, all of this impacted the heart of the young Taoist.

It caused him to have ups and downs of emotions, and those many emotions swirled in his throat for a long time, and finally he could only sigh.

"Pity……"

Nan Qingzi was slightly startled. She simply felt that this sigh was just like the sigh of the old man who rushed over after Xuanzhen fell for a long time. This is an innocuous comment, but it carries an extremely strong regret and extremely painful empathy.

Nan Qingzi's expression returned to its original tranquility and said, "Who doesn't feel pity?"

"He just never wanted to look back."

"The king is strong in his right and his heart is as strong as iron. Everything else is just his embellishment."

The young Taoist said: "After the Ghost Emperor woke up, why didn't you go to him immediately?"

Nan Qingzi did not answer. After a long time, he said calmly: "It's just four years. He is the Human Emperor and I am the Ghost Emperor. For us, four years just passed by in a blink of an eye. It is not worth it." Even if you mention it, you don’t need to keep it in mind.”

"Why should I go to him in the first place?"

"As I do, so does he."

That's what she said, but when she looked up, she seemed to be still looking at the past that was more than 8,000 years ago. She saw their only happy two years, living in seclusion in the courtyard at the foot of the mountain. The courtyard opens up to a view of the world in all directions, with bamboos in the corners, pine trees beside the house, and large chrysanthemums to enjoy in autumn.

Because she was born in a water town, the Taoist even personally brought running water into the yard and planted lotus flowers.

Watching the lotus and admiring the moon on a summer night, the Taoist always said that because there are many plants and trees, there are inevitably too many mosquitoes. In a land with water, the books are moist and easy to be bitten by insects, which is quite troublesome. The Taoist turned over the book and the woman Shaking the fan, the days at the foot of the mountain were obviously short, as if they were fleeting, and apparently boring, as if there was nothing special, but it was hard for her to forget.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the absent-minded Southern Ghost Emperor: "So, have you ever seen the tomb of Xuanzhen... the Human Emperor?"

The Southern Ghost Emperor said calmly: "He disappeared into thin air... I hate him deeply and have never seen him!"

The young Taoist said: "He was buried at the foot of a mountain."

Nan Qingzi's body trembled suddenly and her eyes widened.

At the foot of the mountain...

Qi Wuhuo didn't know why the Southern Ghost Emperor suddenly had such a big reaction to this mountain, but as a junior brother, he needed to pass these things on, and said: "There are no mausoleums or gorgeous burials, it's just a solitary tomb. , there is a stone tablet there, named Xuanmen Thirteen Hatreds."

Qi Wuhuo's tone was clear and he said softly:

"The first thing I hate is that book bags are easy to be damaged."

Nan Qingzi's palm subconsciously grabbed the cuff and held it tightly. Is this a coincidence?

Did he also miss what she missed before he finally died?

The young Taoist looked at her, paused, and then said softly:

"The second hate is that love is deep and love is shallow, and the beauty is unlucky."

Nan Qingzi's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. She stood there quietly, but the young Taoist suddenly felt that she had become very distant. She had the coldness and chill of the Southern Ghost Emperor in her body, and that kind of aggressive aura. The sense of beauty also dissipated, and the young Taoist seemed to understand that perhaps, [Nan Qingzi] and [Southern Ghost Emperor] were not exactly the same.

[Nan Qingzi] is the most essential nature of [Southern Ghost Emperor]. It is the possibility of what it would be like if she was not born as a pure Yin ghost, but was born in the human world. This time, the attempt and possibility encountered the possibility of walking. The Supreme Xuanzhen in the world.

The young Taoist said slowly: "The third hate is that there are mosquitoes on summer nights, the fourth hate is that the platform leaks easily, the fifth hate is that the chrysanthemum leaves are burnt, the sixth hate is that the pine trees are so big with ants, the seventh hate is that the bamboo leaves are falling, the eighth hate is that the osmanthus lotus is easy to fade, and the ninth hate is that the lotus leaves are easy to fade. The daffodils hide the anvils, and the ten hatreds hide the peanut thorns..."

In his opinion, these are senior brothers and people with many obsessions and emotions, not just sculptures.

This is great love, not ruthless.

But in Nan Qingzi's ears, it had a different meaning.

There are many things, only the person involved can know the hidden thoughts and meanings. Somehow, the picture in front of her eyes blurred, and she seemed to be able to see the two years in the small courtyard. When the troubled little Taoist arrived, he sat by the lotus pond and scrolled through his book, while he sat on a chair and looked at him.

The Taoist spread out the books and looked at the insect-eaten pages. His eyebrows were furrowed and his teeth were bared, but when he raised his head and looked at her, his smile was still warm and bright.

Everything in front of my eyes was blurry, and then tears fell down.

Falling to the ground, it turned into the pure yin energy of the Nine Heavens.

Qi Wuhuo's voice paused, and he looked at Nan Qingzi, who was bursting with tears for some unknown reason. The Southern Ghost Emperor's unparalleled face was pale. Qi Wuhuo sighed and said:

"The innate yin gods and ghosts are so yin and pure that they have no so-called surnames."

"And you ran away from home in that life and remained anonymous."

"So, the name Nan Qingzi."

"Actually, it was your name when you and Xuanzhen spent just four years in that life."

There are thirteen hatreds in Taoism, the ten hatreds are only for you, the three hatreds are the Tao, and there is no self.

The most yin and pure, born innately, named by the name of meeting, and lasted for eight thousand years.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the 'person' in front of him and sighed: "Why..."

Why didn't you look for him when you woke up?

The Southern Ghost Emperor raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he was stunned, but he smiled and said softly: "At that time, he was the one with the greatest achievements in the world, and his courage was as bright as fire. , high-spirited, at that time, he should not and could not have a [ghost] as his wife."

The young Taoist sighed slightly.

Nan Qingzi didn't care about this anymore, but suddenly said: "You can have a chance to see his tombstone."

"It should be his old friend."

"Then, maybe this thing can be entrusted to you."

"Um?"

Qi Wuhuo was stunned when he saw the woman stretched out her hand and touched it slightly on the cuff. The mirror, which was the same as the Beidi Mirror, was filled with light. It immediately turned into a formation and was untied in an extremely mysterious way. , the endless stream of light gathered and turned into a scroll with extremely rich energy on it.

Qi Wuhuo said: "This is..."

Nan Qingzi stroked the scroll with his palm and said softly: "It's his way."

The young Taoist said: "His way..."

"Well, it is the way of luck that any living being can practice. The more it helps the world, the stronger the luck will be."

"As for the evil plunderer, he does not have the clock of destiny; he does not choose absolute equality, but chooses to give all living beings equal opportunities and choices, and with this way of destiny, he completes the original Part and the most fundamental part, it’s just a pity that before I can complete the last part, it’s already..."

Nan Qingzi did not continue.

He took a breath, calmed his mind, and said:

"And this path is just a prototype."

"He said that the world has been tired for a long time, and if strong medicine is given, all will perish; the heaven and the earth rotate, from the winter solstice to one yang, and then from one yang to six yangs, and they rotate here and there, just like planting trees, they need to be planted first Seeds then have buds, then stems, then branches and leaves, and finally they can bear fruit. What he did was not to open a path, not to complete the path in one breath, but to plant the seeds.”

“The road doesn’t happen overnight.”

"Since it is a 'human' way, it should be completed by generations of people. Otherwise, this is not a human way."

"This is the seed he found."

The ‘seed’ of the path of luck.

The seeds of the way of the world.

Qi Wuhuo recalled that when he was in Zhongzhou, when he was confronting Jidu Xingjun, the latter's words said that after the fall of the Human Emperor 8,000 years ago, his eight ministers split his country, allowing them to finally achieve unification. The human world was once again divided into a chaotic world.

There is no doubt that the path of destiny in this era is completely different from the purpose when Xuanzhen developed it.

The current way of luck to become emperor is just the way of those eight ministers who watched what Xuan Zhen did.

It is not pure and extremely complex.

What this scroll represents is the last step that Xuan Zhen regrets but never completed, his achievements, disasters, cause and effect, and then——

Just as it says.

Since it is the path of man, it should be completed by generations of people.

How can we hope that the pioneers will complete everything?

The young Taoist looked at the scroll that represented [luck]. He stepped back slightly, then fluttered his sleeves and cupped his hands. He took the scroll with both hands and said softly: "Then, his last wish and cause and effect."

"Pindao, take it."

"I'll help him with the last part."

His voice paused, and Qi Wuhuo said:

"sister in law."

Nan Qingzi was startled for a moment, then his eyes widened, and then he saw the young Taoist standing up holding the scroll, his left hand hanging down, and his right hand holding the Taoist sword in front of him. His facial features, and even his temperament, were the same as those of the Taoist from more than 8,000 years ago. They are completely different, but the clear air seems to come from the same vein.

In a daze, Juru and Xuanzhen met for the first time, but more than eight thousand years later, they saw the young Taoist saying this:

"I am a poor man, Xuanwei."

Xuanwei...

Nan Qingzi's eyes widened, and he immediately realized something, and said: "Are you his junior brother?!"

She suppressed her voice and said hastily: "You, why did you come to this place to risk yourself?"

"Let's go quickly!"

"I, I can't bear to be called you like this..."

Qi Wuhuo shook his head and replied: "After senior brother overthrew the kings of the Zhou family, he was alone and had no descendants..."

After that, due to the chaos in Fengdu, Nan Qingzi, who knew little about human affairs, was stunned and said:

"What about the current Human Emperor?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Behind Senior Brother, there was the Rebellion of the Eight Kings. The eight ministers divided the land of the human world and turned against the demon clan. The countries in the human world now are all inherited by the ministers who betrayed Senior Brother. For those who came down, their skills were all achieved by watching the seniors or receiving guidance from the seniors."

"betray……"

Nan Qingzi murmured, then shook his head and said calmly: "Xuanzhen doesn't care about betrayal."

"But they are dividing the nine states in the world, and I'm afraid they are doing it for their own selfish desires."

Qi Wuhuo told what the current human emperor had done.

She was silent for a long time, and finally put her hand into her sleeve, and when she slowly took it out, strands of light gathered together and turned into a jade seal, which had an extremely strong aura of humanity. Nan Qingzi touched the seal with his palm and said: "This is what he... gave to me when he perished. It is his seal."

"I originally regarded it as my last refuge, but since you are his junior brother, I will give it to you first."

"You hold this thing..."

She held the jade seal and then placed it in Qi Wuhuo's hand.

The young Taoist's wrist sank, feeling the weight of this thing.

"Maybe, depose the emperors!"