Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

At present, this encounter should be an accident. Counting from the end of the selection ceremony of the Confucian sect's four famous forwards, there has been no news about the other party for 150 years.

Related matters are all operated by Confucianism.

So, to suddenly appear here one hundred and fifty years later, plus he has no reputation in the world...

Qingyangzi knew these things clearly in his heart. In other words, the person in front of him should have come for Yu Yuan and accidentally bumped into him. The fate with his senior was the source of this incident.

That being the case, there is one last question left.

Some of his thoughts must have never reached the other party's ears, right?

"In terms of seniority, I want to call him senior. In fact, he owes me a huge amount of karma." Lin Chongyang reached out to receive a piece of golden feather, which was indeed the energy returning to the miserable state:

"So, which of the moves I mentioned do you know?"

When Qing Yangzi mentioned "Jiutian Xuanzun" just now, he was actually referring to the person using this identity. The answer he got was that he was referring to Jiutian Xuanzun himself, but at the moment it can be seen as acquiescence.

"Never heard of it before today."

How could Qingyangzi, who practiced Taoist martial arts, know the secret formula of heaven? It was only normal that he had never heard of it.

Lin Chongyang changed the topic: "The Emperor's Heavenly Palm should know how to do it, right?"

"!" The client's breath froze when he heard this. Bad news, some of his guesses came true.

The person in front of you may know everything from beginning to end.

"Are you surprised?"

The words that came again were somewhat meaningful. Although Lin Chongyang did not know the identity of the person yet, his very active thoughts from the moment he saw him could already explain the problem.

But Lin Chongyang didn't care about it.

The last stop of the trip to the Southern Territory was Tang Wenmengze. He learned about the current situation of the juniors from Xiang Liuya and gave another lecture on the way.

After bidding farewell to his friends, Lin Dajianhuang prepared to go to the Southern Wulin according to his previous plan. Seeing the changes in recent years, Yu Yuan aroused his interest, so he made it the first stop of his trip.

Meeting the person in front of me was also a coincidence.

If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals; if the water is not deep, it will be spiritual if there is a dragon.

The blood of Moluo Hanba created the Eagle clan, and the death of the Golden Crow created the Yuyuan and Yichu clans. These are all normal phenomena in this world.

The eagle clan coexists with eagles, and the Yichu clan is a fire-attributed body.

Both the Holy Entropy and the information were left at Yuan Sheng Peak. The information was naturally those that Lin Chongyang hated the Emperor, including but not limited to the five innate realms, the four realms of the divine realm, and other aspects of practice experience.

Only that information needs to be understood, and the rest of the characteristics have been cleared in advance.

Liuhuo Canglong and others also dealt with it in a timely manner.

God willing, his condition is stable.

He can know this kind of information at a glance. Yu Yuan's situation is a little special because there is a explanation for this energy source.

Qingyangzi seemed calm and composed: "Yes, there are some."

"Then, let's use a common name."

At the same time as he spoke, the golden feather in his hand turned into a cluster of flames, and Lin Chongyang turned to look at the river called Sanfen River.

"Junior Qingyangzi has met Yuan Sheng." Qingyangzi did not hide it.

Lin Chongyang sighed softly: "It turns out to be you, no wonder."

This is also a talent who is not suitable for Taoism. In another time and space, he caused a lot of troubles, such as the Joint Cultivator Society and the Invincible Fighting Dragon. He also inherited the Dao Emperor's legacy and became another Dao Emperor's successor.

In terms of what he did, when Senior Sheng Wushang passed on his internal skills as Jiutian Xuanzun, was it to accumulate evil virtues for his dead friends, or to add another karma to his friends...

No matter what, Qingyangzi is indeed capable.

He is a wise man and also a hero, very complicated.

If they had met him in another time and space, based on his experience, Lin Chongyang would not have felt any psychological pressure if he slapped the person to death with one palm.

At this time, it was the same as facing the Six Disasters Canglong and others, and there was no need for him to do any ideological work, because Qingyangzi inherited the cause and effect of Senior Sheng Wushang, and he was destined to go nowhere in this life. How could the inheritance of the Emperor of Daowu be so easy to inherit?

Will it be unfavorable when the Ancient Sword Master begins?

"..." Qingyangzi was about to speak when he heard the sound of poetry coming into his ears:

"There are no monks in the yellow sand thousands of miles away, and the Confucian scholars are covered in violent storms. The Tao is the first among the three religions, so how can they sit on equal footing and share the same reputation?"

The content was exactly what he had thought before, but he had never mentioned it to the second person. This sudden change shocked Qingyangzi into a cold sweat within a few breaths.

If it were someone similar to him, he would definitely remain calm in the face of danger.

Unfortunately, it cannot be replaced.

The so-called strategies and words have their own scope of application. Before using them, you have to see how many cards and capital you have. Although the identity of the senior back then was problematic, he always remembered those words.

On a grander scale, this matter can rise to the level of a Dao dispute, and Dao disputes can easily kill people.

"If you are interested in this matter, you can come and give it a try."

Lin Chongyang ignored Qingyangzi's reaction, and the cluster of flames suspended above his palm evolved into the difference between yin and yang.

Yang, a book of "Xuanhui Jue".

Yin, a volume of "The Sutra of Death".

The flames were casually flicked into the gurgling Sanfen River. If he read correctly, at the end of the river...

The dark world of Ni Po.

"Is this a connecting passage? It is more suitable than the Bardo Realm. It should take hundreds of years to officially connect the two realms."

After making an impromptu move, Lin Chongyang continued to talk to Qing Yangzi as if nothing had happened:

"You can choose any aspect to enter, or let Taoism become the first of the three religions in certain areas."

"I have no intention of cutting off your path. If you really want to give it a try, I will give you time to make progress and catch up. However, I will not wait for you where you are, because this is the path you have chosen."

"When you come before me, I will give you a defeat."

"That will be the most memorable thing in your life."

The words are understated, but they contain endless heaviness, which makes people unable to breathe.

How to go in the future is something Qingyangzi himself should consider. "The original Tao of the three religions is the first" can have several completely different solutions.

He had no intention of persuading Qingyangzi to give up.

In this era, it is destined that he cannot take the most extreme path, and there is no way to go through the inner level of the Taoist sect.

After hearing these words, Qingyangzi breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it was not the most extreme situation, he could accept it, but even the choice was handed over to him and he took the initiative, which really surprised him.

It was as if the other party didn't care about him at all.

But he won't give up.

"Thank you Yuan Sheng." Qingyangzi saluted calmly.

"Wangwang Valley is a good place for you." Lin Chongyang stepped forward and gave him pertinent suggestions.

As for whether he will choose this path.

That is also something Qingyangzi himself should consider.

The person involved also guessed some information from this sentence and the content of the previous discussion. He let the figure pass by without saying anything else and walked towards the outside world.

Then the sound of poetry came by itself, echoing on the banks of the Sanfen River——

"The Golden Crow throws himself here to die, and his body is extinguished by the flames of resentment; his soul returns to the underworld, and flies away in anger."

(End of this chapter)