The Name of Eternity

Mr. Wang was amused by Li Hao's words and said: "You are interesting, so do whatever you want. It is rare to be able to have such a peaceful mind in front of the Immortal Emperor Taoism, neither anxious nor impatient. No wonder you have the eternal Taoist heart." ”

The previous Nine Rings of Heaven and Earth and Eternal Dao Heart made him admire Li Hao extremely.

After all, having such a character at the Saint level was a rare talent even in the heyday before the Battle of Emperor Luo.

"Then senior agrees?"

Li Hao's eyes brightened slightly.

"If you really want to learn, I can also teach you. What I grow here are not rice and wheat ears, but elixirs and herbs."

Wang Lao smiled and said: "If you can really learn it, it can be regarded as a craft. If the real world still has the three-point prosperity of the past, it will be enough for you to be regarded as a distinguished guest and a supreme immortal king in many immortal sects. "

Li Hao was surprised. He didn't expect that the other party's immortal medicine cultivation technology was so strong. With this cultivation technique alone, he could be comparable to the status of the Immortal Lord. How powerful is that?

"Then thank you senior for teaching me."

Li Hao bowed his hands and wanted to salute.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Wang waved his hand and said: "If you can pass the three tests, you will be the registered disciple of the Immortal Emperor. There is no need to give this gift to me. If you cannot pass, I will accept this gift from you again."

After Li Hao heard this, he no longer adhered to this false courtesy, but in his heart he had a lot of respect for this old senior.

"Then I will teach you how to recognize the elixir first..."

Wang Lao chuckled, cultivating elixirs was his pleasure, and when he talked about this, the smile on his face was a little stronger than usual.

Li Hao was brought to the fields by him, acres and acres of fertile land, in which the fairy medicine and divine grass exuded a hazy vision. Li Hao saw the avenue in the void like floating catkins, falling around the fairy medicine, like a Only gentle bare hands gently caressed and held the elixirs and herbs in the fields.

"This is the Immortal Grass of Eternal Life. It can absorb the energy of heaven and earth. It can grow well without watering and cultivation. However, if it can be cultivated, it will be nourished by the source of the Golden Path, which will transform it into the Immortal Leaf of Eternity. It is the perfect elixir for refining eternity. The core material..."

Wang Lao took Li Hao to the edge of the field, pointed at a fairy grass, and introduced it to Li Hao.

When Li Hao saw him, he had a kind look on his face. He looked at these fairy medicines and herbs in the fields as if he were his own children.

He was very interested and felt that cultivating the elixir was also an interesting thing.

However, it seems that it cannot be included in his panel, and it does not fall under the category of artistry.

But Li Hao didn't care about this. He sat on the edge of the field with Wang Lao and listened to him talk about the cultivation process of these magical herbs and the interesting things that happened during the cultivation in the past.

The sun rises and sets, and the sun, moon, and stars alternate here. Li Hao asked curiously, and Wang Lao said that the stars in the sky evolved by themselves from the temple spirits of Tianshang Palace.

The stars are by no means a beautiful display, nor do they allow the sun and moon to alternate and the stars to shine in the world, but a large array of stars that can make the power of Tianshang Palace last forever.

Time flies.

Li Hao did not sit on the futon to enlighten himself. Instead, he sat on the ridge of the field, chatting and laughing, and learning about various elixirs from Wang Lao.

The two of them were like two farmers, with no image at all. Li Hao rolled up the sleeves of his clothes and tied his trouser legs on his thighs. His feet were covered with mud and they were swinging in the field. From time to time, small black ants-like insects were seen walking along the mud. Climbing onto his lap, this was no ordinary insect, but a special spiritual insect carefully cultivated by Wang Lao.

This insect can stimulate the growth of the elixir, and can also eat up the moist and dark places in the elixir, improving the quality of the elixir.

In his spare time while studying farming, Li Hao casually asked Wang Lao if he could play chess. Wang Lao smiled and asked, is it possible that you can?

As soon as Li Hao heard this posture, he took out the chessboard from the space of heaven and earth and wanted to compete with Wang Lao.

Wang Lao was surprised to see that Li Hao really had a chessboard with him. Then he laughed, opened his sleeves, and sat in front of the house with Li Hao. He placed the chessboard on a wooden pile that was used to cut firewood, and the old man and the young man played against each other. stand up.

Li Hao was full of confidence and wanted to give this extremely advanced senior a little shock with his chess skills. As a result, Taeko fell and was killed without any trace of it. It was as if he had sent the chess piece to the opponent's hand on his own initiative. It was a favorable situation, but it changed in an instant according to the opponent's moves.

Going to the back, Li Hao became a little suspicious of life. He couldn't understand the advantages and disadvantages of the chessboard, and he hesitated in making moves.

After losing three games in a row, Li Hao was a little confused. This was the first time that he had been defeated so miserably on the chess circuit.

Wang Lao smiled and Nadeko closed his eyes and said: "Your chess skills are extremely rare, but if you want to beat me, you'd better live another hundred thousand years."

He said, laughing loudly, with a satisfied look on his face.

Li Hao, on the other hand, had a dark face. He could lose in a martial arts contest, but he could never lose in chess.

He touched his chin and put his hand on his chin, reviewing the chess game just now in his mind.

If his chess technique lies in his exquisite layout, then the opponent's chess technique is like that of an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace to be found.

After a night's rest, Li Hao continued to pester Wang Lao to compete the next day.

After losing four or five games in a row, Li Hao finally got a glimpse of Wang Lao's chess strategy. As a piece blocked it, it landed in a very inconspicuous place. Wang Lao let out a light sigh when he saw it, took a closer look, and then After looking at Li Hao, I couldn't help but sigh, this kid's understanding is really high!

But on the chess track, he would not give in.

As the pieces fell one after another, the game was quickly killed.

Li Hao felt as if he had been punched twice. He held his breath and almost vomited blood.

Seeing Li Hao's aggrieved look, Mr. Wang smiled even more heartily and said, "Do you want to come again?"

"Come!"

Li Hao was more serious and considered his decisions more carefully.

Then, the loss was even worse.

An old man and a young man were playing a fierce game in front of the house. On the futon, a figure suddenly opened his eyes, and his restrained aura slightly dissipated. A ray of light flashed in his eyes, and he looked up at the black tower in front of him.

Then, he seemed to think of something, turned his head, and did not find the figure on the futon, so his eyes immediately shifted to the front of the house.

On the wooden stake in front of the house, an old man and a young man were sitting there, staring at the chessboard with full concentration.

The old man was calm and smiling, but the young man was scratching his head and looked extremely solemn. He seemed to be focused and seemed to have put all his heart into it.

Seeing this scene, Mingsheng raised his eyebrows slightly. In the middle of his previous comprehension, he thought of the young man. He had seen him several times. Every time he saw him, he was either sitting on the ridge of the field and chatting with Wang Lao, or in front of the house, the two played chess. He never saw him sitting on the futon.

Not practicing?

Or do you want to use this opportunity to please Wang Lao and get some experience from him?

Ming Sheng raised his mouth with a slight sneer. When he first came, he also surrounded Wang Lao, busying around, serving tea and water, massaging his legs and shoulders, and showing his hospitality. However, Wang Lao enjoyed it and was very friendly to him, but he clearly told him that he would not teach any tips related to the test.

This is the great way constraint left by the Immortal Emperor to the other party. At the same time, even without this great way constraint, Wang Lao did not intend to reveal that his respect for the Immortal Emperor in his heart surpassed everything and would never blaspheme.

After Ming Sheng, he also saw other saints retracing his path, but still got the same result.

Now, this new demon also wants to take this shortcut, but it is obviously a wrong calculation.

With the other party's talent, if he practices honestly, he still has a chance to catch up with them, but now he wants to take the evil way and waste time in vain, so I can only be embarrassed.

Ming Sheng stood up and went to the black tower.

A saint noticed his breath leaving, opened his eyes and looked, and immediately said: "Ming Sheng is going to challenge the 'True Venerable Tower'."

Hearing his words, other saints who had not comprehended deeply also gathered their minds, opened their eyes and looked, their expressions became solemn.

If the other party passed, then they would reach the third step, and the gap would become very large.

Among them, the snow-haired Mu Sheng sitting in front also slightly opened a slit of his eyes and looked coldly at the back.

Among the many saints, only he and Ming Sheng regarded each other as strong rivals in the second step of the test. After all, there is only one immortal emperor's lineage. Once you get it, you will rise straight up and have the foundation to stand above all living beings in the real world.

And if you fail, you will only become one of the many true immortals, and even chasing the immortal king will become distant and laborious. The gap is too big.

"Hmm? Why is that guy still playing chess with Wang Lao?"

At this time, someone noticed Li Hao, but saw that he was not on the futon, but was still hanging out with Wang Lao.

Although Wang Lao was extremely powerful and they could not reach him, he could not help them in the test, nor could he give any instructions or related hints, so they had no time to talk to this strong man.

"I guess he wanted Wang Lao to give him some advice, but it was useless."

Someone shook his head, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Luo Sheng, Dong Dao, Chen Baoyu and other saints who had talked with Li Hao before couldn't help but sigh but didn't say anything. Although they had a good impression of Li Hao, Li Hao was also a competitor to them. To give him a hint now was equivalent to helping this most potential competitor get on the right track.

Hua Sheng and You Sheng looked at each other, and You Sheng suddenly sent a voice message to Li Hao, saying:

"Ming Sheng is going to challenge the Zhenzun Tower. If he passes, he may take the third test first, and then Wang Lao will teach him the way to become an immortal."

Li Hao, who was playing chess and concentrating on thinking, had no perception of the outside world. His mind seemed to be immersed in the chessboard in front of him. In an absolute mental space, there was only the chessboard in front of him, horizontally arranged in the starry sky, and in front of him sat a giant on the chess path, looking down at him.

This kind of chess power suppression forced Li Hao to treat it wholeheartedly, so that he could lose less quickly.

"Ming Sheng is going to challenge the Zhenzun Tower, are you still not anxious?"

At this time, Wang Lao also noticed the movement of the people on the futon, looked up, and smiled at Li Hao with a leisurely look.

Li Hao only felt the giant above his head rumble, he was slightly stunned, and immediately came back to his mind from thinking.

When he saw Wang Lao's expression, he followed his gesture and turned to look at the black tower in the distance, just in time to see a saint walking into the tower.

"Oh."

Li Hao glanced at it, then turned his head and continued to look at the chessboard.

At this moment, he just wanted to unlock this chess game blockade.

"Haotian, did you hear me? Although Wang Lao is a good person, he will not help you in cultivation."

At this time, You Sheng's voice transmission sounded again.

Li Hao heard it this time, turned his head and saw that You Sheng and Hua Sheng were looking at him with worry. He was stunned for a moment, then he understood their intentions, and immediately smiled:

"No hurry, when I can beat Wang Lao, I will come to practice."

If he can beat Wang Lao, he feels that his chess path may break through to the eleventh stage.

"This..."

You Sheng was slightly stunned, a little speechless, is playing chess really so attractive that it can make the Immortal Emperor's Taoism pale in comparison?

Li Hao withdrew his gaze and stared at the chessboard. His mind was immersed in it again and he was unaware of the perception of external objects.

He was thinking and pondering, while Wang Lao was waiting for Li Hao's move. He looked at the young man in front of him with interest. The other party was not pretending, but really had no urgency. Wang Lao smiled slightly. Although it was a bit delayed to let Li Hao accompany him, he also saw that the qualifications of those saints would not make great progress in a short time. When Li Hao's interest gradually faded, he would choose a suitable time and let Li Hao practice honestly.

Among so many testers, the one he valued most in his heart was the young man in front of him. Although he could not give him hints or special treatment, he would at least urge him to practice.

At the futon, many people were silently calculating Mingsheng's challenge time.

Not long after, Mingsheng came out of the Zhenzun Tower.

"It's been longer than last time. It seems that Mingsheng has not been affected and has made some breakthroughs!"

"Indeed, that person took the wrong path and wanted to please Wang Lao, which wasted his time. My state of mind has also recovered."

"I heard from Wang Lao that if he can pass, his own fighting sense will reach an extremely exaggerated level. This is not a fighting skill. Skills are the accumulation of experience, while sense of smell is an extraordinary fighting ability that changes in an instant and requires special methods to cultivate."

"We have to work hard too. Don't wait for Mingsheng to really step into the third step and practice the way to become an immortal. We are still thinking about the way to become an immortal."

Many saints looked solemnly and withdrew their gazes from the returning Mingsheng. Then they all concentrated and closed their eyes to practice. Some people also smiled and congratulated Mingsheng.

Mingsheng's face showed no joy or anger, but was quite cold. Although he lasted longer this time, he felt that he was still a long way from being defeated. He had been quick-witted several times to escape danger, but it was not enough.

He turned his head and glanced at the figure in front of the house. Seeing that the other party was concentrating on the chessboard, with no other colors in his eyes, he could not help but frown slightly, and a slight sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, but he quickly put it away, turned around and returned to his own cushion, and continued to meditate.

Time passed slowly.

It was very quiet here, and occasionally there would be laughter from an old man and a young man, which was a little louder.

But everyone's practice was covered by the Dao domain, and unless there was a change in some breath, it would not interfere with or affect them if it was just sound.

In the past, when everyone practiced, there was occasionally only the sound of Wang Lao digging the ground with a hoe, and the sound of flowing water from the stream outside the field, but now, this place like a paradise has a little more human feeling.

In a blink of an eye, a year passed.

Li Hao's chess was promoted to the ninth stage of perfection, but he was still defeated miserably by Wang Lao and never won once.

Li Hao had never lost so badly before. He pondered the Dao of Painting in his spare time, but his mind was completely occupied by the chess game he lost. He was not in a good mood, and forcing himself to comprehend the Dao of Painting had little effect.

The more he lost, the more he wanted to play again, as if he was addicted. On the contrary, Wang Lao, who won too much, usually had the mind to water the fields when playing chess with Li Hao, and gathered the Dao to nourish the immortal medicine. When he came back after dealing with it, he saw that Li Hao had not made a move yet, so he made tea for himself and rubbed the mud between his toes.

After Li Hao spent a long time to make a move, he quickly dropped a move, which made the smile that the boy had just shown stiffen, and then fell into deep thought again.

Seeing the other party's expression change so much, Wang Lao also felt a little funny. He had never seen a guy who cared so much about the Dao of Chess. If it were someone else, he would have won too much and it would be boring, but the boy in front of him, the feeling of not admitting defeat and holding back a lot of energy, always made him want to continue to win the other party.

Well, although it is cruel, he doesn't like the feeling of losing.

Two years later.

In front of the house, next to the chessboard, the young man was concentrating on making a move.

Suddenly, a powerful spear intent condensed on the futon in the distance and suddenly burst out, as if to pierce the sky.

This powerful spear intent affected the young man who was thinking in front of the chessboard, and he turned his head to look.

"Finally, there is a third person who has cultivated the Wanzhan Immortal Method to perfection." Wang Lao looked at it and smiled.