The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Putting away the remaining two volumes of scriptures, Lao Dan just took a step forward, and the green cow who had been sleeping outside the cave slowly stood up.

After caressing the bull's head, Lao Dan slowly sat on the green bull's back and was carried westward by the green bull. There is no feeling of nostalgia at all.

Although the pace of the green bull is slow, if a cultivator sees it, he will definitely be horrified.

Because the green ox can travel several miles with just a cup of tea, and under its hooves, no matter how rugged the mountain road is, it is as smooth as walking on flat ground.

Hangu Pass, above the city tower.

A middle-aged man in official uniform looked up to the sky and saw purple energy coming from the east. He was shocked in his heart. He hurriedly lowered his head and pinched his fingers to calculate. After a while, his face suddenly became happy.

"A saint is coming!?"

After a low cry, the middle-aged man hurriedly walked down the city tower, ordered the defenders to open the city gate, and then stood alone on the official road and looked eastward, his eyes full of expectation.

This person is Yin Xi, the official of Hangu Pass.

Since he was a child, Yin Xi was naturally excited when he saw the purple energy coming from the sky. The saint was not an existence that he could calculate. But just now he was able to calculate that there was a saint coming from the east. This meant that he had a close relationship with this saint.

It was through the guidance of a saint that he was able to calculate this opportunity. For him, this was an opportunity.

At this time, standing on the official road and looking out, I was naturally anxious.

After an unknown amount of time, Yin Xi saw a green bull appearing at the end of the official road in the distance, and there was an old man sitting on top of the green bull.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky, and saw that the purple air was becoming more and more intense, but there was no purple air flowing in the sky behind the green cow.

Knowing that the person in front of her was the saint she was waiting for, Yin Xi was naturally excited.

He hurriedly tidied up his clothes, then gave a big salute in the direction where Lao Dan was coming, and dropped his head to the ground without moving.

Above the green ox, Lao Dan just glanced at Yin Xi who was kneeling on the official road in the distance, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

When the green ox came to Yin Xi, Yin Xi raised his head and bowed again, saying loudly: "Guan Ling Yin Xi, I have seen the saint!"

Hearing the other party calling him a saint, Lao Dan smiled slightly and said, "Why do you call me that?"

"Reporting to the saint, my disciple has been studying classics since he was a child and has the ability to watch the stars and see the aura. When he saw the purple energy coming from the east at the top of the tower, he knew that the saint came from the east. I hope the saint will forgive me!"

Shaking his head and laughing, Lao Dan's eyes fell on Yin Xi, and then he said, "You didn't make any mistakes. Why should I forgive you?"

Hearing this, Yin Xi felt happy, and then respectfully invited: "Sage, can you condescend to enter the gate and stay for a while under the disciple's house?"

"Lead the way." Lao Dan said calmly.

Yin Xi was overjoyed and stood up in a hurry. Taking the reins of the green bull, he personally led the green bull into the pass and went straight to the mansion.

As soon as the two of them entered the mansion and took their seats, Yin Xi placed Lao Dan on the main seat, sat facing south and north, and bowed to Lao Dan.

"The saint is above, and my disciples know that the saint is not far away and will stay in the secular world. I sincerely ask the saint to give you a book. I will definitely spread it to the world and benefit future generations!"

Yin Xi was also helpless. When the saint came to Hangu Pass from the east, he knew when he calculated that the saint would not stay too long. There must be big things to do when he left west. Naturally, he did not dare to let the saint stay too long.

But orthodoxy is not easy, and now the classics are scarce. Now that the saint is coming, of course he has to ask if there are any classics left.

I saw the old man looking at Yin Xi quietly, his eyes flashing with golden light. At this time, he was already deducing in his heart whether the Yin Xi in front of him was someone he could entrust.

Now that he has seen his true face and is surrounded by luck, it is a good choice.

After making up his mind, Lao Dan coughed lightly and said, "There's nothing wrong with giving the book. There's just one thing that needs to be explained."

"But please tell me, the saint." Yin Xi felt happy and hurriedly kowtowed.

"Although you and I are destined to be masters and disciples, it's just a gift of books. You can't leave with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Xi was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "Disciple understands."

Lao Dan nodded slightly and continued: "This time Pindao goes west, you and I will meet each other by fate. Pindao gave you a scroll of five thousand words. You should pass on the Taoism. The place of opportunity is Qingyangsi in Shu."

"Disciples must obey the words of the sage!"

"Then get ready, Pindao will start teaching today." Lao Dan said softly.

Yin Xi felt happy and hurriedly led Lao Dan towards the lecture platform in his house.

On that day, Lao Dan taught 5,000 words at Hangu Pass. Guan Ling Yin Xi recorded them one by one. It took hundreds of days and hundreds of books to be written, and finally became a Taoist classic.

Outside Hangu Pass, Lao Dan was sitting on the green bull, looking at Yin Xi who looked a little sad with a smile, and said: "We will see you again eventually, just look away."

Yin Xi nodded slightly, then bowed and said, "Master, walk slowly."

"Having you in this world saves me a lot of energy. I have Gui Guzi in the East China Sea, and you Yin Xi is enough for me. Go away!"

After laughing a few times, Lao Dan gently called the green ox under his seat, and the green ox carried Lao Dan away from the west. Purple energy condensed in the sky and disappeared along the official road with Lao Dan.

Only the sound of Lao Dan's chanting remained in the sky.

"Road to Road, very Avenue……"

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The land of Wu and Yue has been a place of hundreds of battles for decades.

Due to the continuous battles in the countryside, there are many orphans, old and young, and even if there are young and strong people, they are mostly disabled.

In a farmhouse, an old man in his fifties, dressed in cloth, was sitting under the grass shed. His slightly aged eyes looked towards the east, and then he began to concentrate on carving words.

This person was Sun Wu, the general of the Wu State. After his friend Wu Zixu was killed, Sun Wu, who served the Wu State, surrendered his military power, returned to the countryside, and began to concentrate on revising the military books he had written in his early years.

After all, a lifetime of fighting had made him a little tired, but not caring about worldly affairs for a while made him feel a little more relaxed.

On the country road, three figures walked over slowly, a man, a woman and a cute little girl.

"Mom, why don't we use magic instead of walking all the way?"

The woman lowered her head and glanced at her daughter beside her, and said with a chuckle: "It's rare that you can hold it all in and only ask this when you get there."

"The saint has ordered your father to transform this person, so naturally we have to follow some rules."

The man on the other side was dressed in a smart outfit, and his brows were full of fierce aura, giving people an air of keeping strangers away.

The three of them were Ou Yezi's family who forged swords in Zhanlu Mountain. After the seventh sword was completed, only the last divine sword was left to be cast.

Zhanlu Mountain is no longer suitable. Ou Yezi needs to find another place to make swords. However, during this period, he needs to follow the order and come to this countryside to transform a saint into his throne.