I Am Immortal

  Chapter 203 That's my brother

  Mountain outside mountain, building outside building.

  Across the green mountains there are green mountains, and among the Taoist gates are gods.

Taoism is hidden in the mountains and mountains, ordinary people have no chance to see it, Yue Shiru ran away and ruined several armor and horse talismans, and then returned to the mountain gate from the capital city of Zhongzhou in one breath. Some means of controlling the wind, but if it is just a means of controlling the wind, it will look better.

   Elegant and chic.

  In terms of speed, it is more reliable to run wildly with these two legs relying on armored horse symbols.

  Thousands of miles consume two talismans and one pie.

  You can also indirectly temper your own vitality and essence.

After Yue Shiru knocked on the mountain gate and chatted with Taoist disciples who guarded the mountain today, he saw a black-haired and black-bearded Taoist with a majestic face striding forward, with a look of joy on his face, he stepped forward to salute, and said: "Teacher!" The middle-aged Taoist approached, pressed Yue Shiru's shoulders with both hands, squeezed his shoulders, and patted him on the back, with joy on his face:

   "Okay, okay, it's good to be back."

   "I heard that Zhongzhou was in danger. When I wanted to rush to it, it was already too late, so I was worried that something would happen to you."

   "Haha, okay, it's fine, it's fine."

  Yue Shiru was brought up to the mountain to practice when he was young, and there is no difference between his teacher and his father.

  The majestic Taoist also breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Do you have a record of this trip down the mountain?"

When Taoist disciples go down the mountain to travel around the world, most of them have to do a good job of seeing and hearing. The strange people and strange things they see, and many methods will be recorded in books and placed on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, so that those disciples can know what kind of people there are in the world. Let the disciples know what happened in the past.

  Yue Shiru nodded and said: "Yes."

  The young Taoist sighed with emotion on his face: "I have seen so much, I finally know that there are mountains beyond mountains, and there are people beyond people."

   "Okay, okay, this is Yunyou."

   "If you just go to see the scenery and visit a lot of scenery, it will not benefit your life, then you must travel in Taoism."

The middle-aged Taoist admired, and brought his disciples back to the sect, and then back to the mountain, Yue Shiru went to the deacon hall, and described the events of the Zhongzhou calamity. At that time, not only he was in Zhongzhou, but also other disciples Whether the realm is high or low, they have all fought with swords and suffered injuries. Based on the experience of many disciples, this matter has been perfected and recorded here.

  The majestic Taoist said: "Scholar Confucianism, you have gained quite a lot from this trip."

   "It seems that in a few days you will be able to go to the Paradise of Paradise and try to break through the realm to become the innate Qi."

There are upper, middle and lower three-way methods for breaking the Taoist door, but the superior method of the upper vehicle is too mysterious and mysterious, while the lower vehicle uses external force to cut off the way forward. The many formations left in those blessed places assist in breaking through the realm, allowing one's own vitality and essence to gather and turn into [Qi].

  Since then, it has been a true biography, traveling down the mountain, and can be called the Taoist leader.

  If you are willing to save the world, you can also find a mountain range, open a mountain to build a temple, and accept disciples into it.

Not to mention supernatural powers, long life span, this is the realm that all Taoist disciples long for, but Yue Shiru hesitated for a while, shook his head, and said: "I want to practice for a while..." The majestic Taoist was slightly stunned Immediately, there was joy in his eyes, but he suppressed this emotion, and just asked: "Why?"

  Yue Shiru recalled the experience of this period of time, recalled the young Taoist priest, and the young Taoist priest Mingxin, and couldn't help sighing: "I went out this time and saw strange people and strange things, and I also know that practice means practice."

   "Ask me to cultivate the Tao."

   "Disciples always feel that if they rely on this kind of method and set foot on Xiantian Yiqi, they will get farther and farther away from them."

   "How can I go there to eat his three yellow chickens in the future?"

  Yue Shiru made a joke that only he could understand here, but he was relieved.

  His teacher clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "It's done!"

"Do scholars understand? The people I have seen and the things I have experienced are the insights that I can't get after sitting in the mountains for thousands of years. Anyone in this world can be my teacher. I can see it from him. When it comes to my way, ascetics say to be pure and at ease, but it’s not about avoiding the mundane world and hiding in the city, that’s the case.”

   "Hahaha, okay, okay."

   "Want to eat three yellow chickens? As a teacher, I will catch them for you."

  Yue Shiru couldn't laugh or cry.

Immediately, he remembered the entrustment of the young Taoist, and said: "There is still one more thing, which is entrusted by the real person Qi to his disciples and handed over to the Patriarch. The person who fulfills the dream, come back quickly."

  He took out the letterhead written by Qi Wuhuo at that time, and then said to the disciples in the Deacon Hall:

   "The disciple hopes to pass this object to the ancestor."

   "Huh? Which lineage's patriarch?"

   "It's Lu Zu..."

  The deacon hall became quiet for an instant.

A fat Daoist approached, frowned upon hearing this, and said, "See Lu Zu? You know, the patriarch is currently retreating and meditating, which is a critical time for his practice. How could you see him just as he said? A mere Taoist, even You don't have a single qi in your body, and you speak nonsense about your patriarch, do you know the sect's rules?"

Yue Shiru said neither humble nor overbearing: "I know that the Lianyang Temple was passed down by the patriarch, and that Daoist Qi also contributed a lot in the disaster of Zhongzhou. Daozong Luzu is old, so he wants to pass on the letter."

   "Hmph! Master Qi?"

  The fat Taoist stretched out his hand and read through the knowledge submitted by Yue Shiru.

Seeing the person described above, read [year sixteen, already born with one qi, three talents are complete, foundation is harmonious, the wind is bright and the moon is bright, and people are like the wind blowing on the face, he has broken the epidemic disease, and the sword is extraordinary. The sword is out of its sheath...] Glancing at it, he frowned, and immediately pressed his right hand heavily on the table, scolding:

   "A mere inborn qi, how dare you call a real person? If you spread the word, people will laugh at me."

   "It's only sixteen years old. If his ancestors really knew Lu Zu, then his ancestors will come up to pass the letter!"

   "Where can it be the turn of a mere Xiantian Yiqi to call the shots?"

   "What's more, even if their lineage is related to Lu Zu, so what? But what is my Taoist identity!"

   "How clever I sent Lu Zu!"

"If he wants to come, he should hand in the greeting card half a month in advance, and then personally dress up and pay homage to the mountain, which is in line with the etiquette for juniors to meet their seniors. If you let a mere Taoist deliver a message, wouldn't you look down on my Taoist sect, despise my Taoist sect, and despise me? Am I Lu Zu?!"

This fat Daoist and Yue Shiru have always been at odds, but in the past they had no opportunity to vent their anger. Now that they had the opportunity, they would scold them for a while. He frowned again and said, "What's more, Yue Shiru, what you have written is really ridiculous!"

   "What a great achievement during the Zhongzhou calamity, I think you have eaten the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard!"

"We all know that the land of Zhongzhou is really a catastrophe. It seems that a great emperor has made a move. A sword spans thousands of miles, killing demons and ghosts. How many people are there? Saving countless people, great merit, this How could it be possible for a mere Xiantian Qi to do it?!"

   "Returning the light and the wind and the moon, helping the world and saving people."

   "Hmph, in my opinion, he is just a person who deceives the world and steals his name, trying to cling to my Taoist sect!"

The Fat Daoist got angry, and with a sweep of his sleeve robe, he swept all the travel records handed over by Yue Shiru off the table, flying like snow, and everyone dared not speak, even the majestic black-haired man in black The Taoist felt speechless for a while, even though he believed that his disciple was definitely not the kind of person who would do such a thing, but what the deacon in front of him said made sense.

The deacon snatched the letter written by Qi Wuhuo, and said: "I will report this matter to several peak masters, and you, immediately go and rewrite these travel records, and come here to receive punishment immediately." He frowned. , he was so powerful that he was about to suppress Qi Wuhuo's message, Yue Shiru finally couldn't hold back his anger, and said, "Master, don't do it!"

Taking a step forward, he instinctively stretched out his hand to grab it. The fat Daoist was startled, as if he couldn't believe that this little junior dared to attack him. Suddenly I thought of what the young Taoist had said in the chat, and the advice he had given.

  With a change in his own vitality, he pulled the cuff of the fat Taoist priest and felt the rotation of Yuan Qi.

Like the movement of the young Taoist when he punched casually in Lianyang Temple, he was shocked suddenly, instead of resisting, he exerted force along the flow of Yuan Qi, retreated with his right foot, pulled the fat Taoist with his left hand, and pressed with his right. On his back, with a spit of vitality, there was a crash, and the fat Taoist who was born with a qi was unexpectedly thrown away by Yue Shiru, who was one level lower than him.

  Everyone was shocked.

  Yue Shiru's teacher couldn't believe it.

  I don't know who I have met and what I have experienced as a disciple who was only a middle-aged man.

  Whether it is the heart, or the foundation, and even the state of mind of running the vitality, it is completely different from the past.

   There is such a reborn performance!

But the fat Taoist was furious. The majestic deacon was so slighted by a disciple. How can he carry out the Taoist rules in the future? He turned around, moved against the wind, raised his hand, and the innate qi vibrated, and directly captured Yue Shiru Let's face it, after all, Yue Shiru is only at the level of nourishing qi, and the supernatural powers he cultivates belong to the altar category, so he is not an opponent at this time.

When fighting just now, the energy vibrated, and the letter paper was also blown by the wind, the fat Taoist raised his hand to hold it, but due to Yue Shiru's teacher, he let go of him, just holding the letter paper, as a teacher, when teaching his disciples, This disciple was not convinced by his own discipline, but even refuted, he couldn't help being angry after being swept away, and sneered, "Okay, are you angry from embarrassment?"

   "I see, this is Qi Wuhuo, it's just a deception!"

   "A thief of...huh?!"

  When the fat Taoist was extremely angry, he suddenly felt his hand loosen, and the letter in his hand was taken away.

  The anger that was still suppressed in my heart exploded at once, I turned my head and scolded: "Who??!"

   "Want to receive punishment... Lu Zu?!"

He saw a man in a plain Taoist robe standing behind him, with an unshaven face and white strands of black hair hanging down his waist. He looked quite messy, his eyes were silent, and he didn't have the graceful demeanor of a sword fairy in the legend, but That kind of deep dao rhyme, but there is no doubt that it is a legend that the daoist sect is still alive, the sword fairy who is unparalleled through the ages.

   "Lu, Lu Zu..."

   "Brother, this disciple has met Lu Zu!"

The man didn't answer, he opened it first, and saw the three-character mark of [Lianyang Sword], a gleam of light appeared in those silent eyes, and said: "So that's it, the Lianyang Sword has gone... Hundreds of years ago, I still remember that I was When I was meditating, it suddenly exploded and killed me, so I had no choice but to go out of the mountain and hang it in the Lianyang Temple."

   "The Daoist who was accepted back then has already sat down."

  Yue Shiru was captured just now, he got angry and coughed, but still got up, cupped his hands and said:

   "The disciple has met the patriarch."

   "This is the disciple who met a strange person in the Alchemy Temple. He said that he had a letter for the Patriarch."

   "It should be that the ancestors and ancestors are old."

When Lu Chunyang saw the letter paper, he was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, he appeared directly in front of Yue Shiru, stirring up the wind, raising his hair, his eyes widened, and pressing his right hand on Yue Shiru's shoulder. The change in Qi mechanism in the room made Yue Shiru's heart almost stop beating. Seeing the eyes of the patriarch who had been silent for thousands of years widen, his body trembled slightly, and he said:

"where is he!!"

   "Patriarch means... Qi Zhenren?"

  Yue Shiru felt a slight pain in his shoulder, and he was shocked and said: "He, he has left Zhongzhou."

   "The disciple doesn't know where he went..."

"I have no idea I have no idea…"

  The Taoist took a few steps back and murmured for a long time.

   There was an extremely obvious disappointment on his face.

  Yue Shiru boldly said: "Is Master Qi the younger disciple of the old acquaintance of the patriarch?"

   "Old acquaintance? Of course not."

  People in this Taoist sect saw the unkempt Taoist shaking his head, holding this letter, and heard him reply: "He is my senior brother."

  So in an instant, there was only silence.

  It seems that the entire Taoist sect has lost its ability to speak.

Yue Shiru felt his hands and feet tremble slightly, as if in a dream. He seemed to recall the words he asked the young Taoist when he was parting, asking if his ancestor was old with Lu Zu of the Taoist school. The Taoist just smiled, his temples were grizzled, he suddenly understood what the young man meant, and murmured dreamily:

  ‘... If it is not bad as expected, it should be old. '

   "The brother of the patriarch..."

The entire Taoist sect, at least those who had heard the news, fell into a daze, and couldn't calm down after a long time. On the second day, Yue Shiru was still in a daze, sitting on the rock, watching Yunqi and Yunshu, the inside of his head In a trance, it was not until the teacher slapped me on the back of the head that I came back to my senses, looked up and said, "Teacher..."

   "What are you thinking about? Still thinking about your adventure?"

   "That's right...I didn't expect that, Master Qi, that is the elder brother of the Patriarch."

   "Does that mean we have to call him Patriarch?"

  The majestic Taoist replied: "It's not just you, the Taoist sect will respect him as the patriarch."

Yue Shiru murmured, dazed for a long time, his teacher knew his disciple's mind, knew that he would adjust himself, but just thought of his disciple's adventure, and finally sighed: "I don't know where such a peerless person is now, see Who is it, who should ride the clouds and ride the fog, travel to the North Sea in a graceful manner, to be worthy of such an immortal demeanor?"

  ……………

   "Hahaha, Master Daoist, what's the matter, our donkey cart is not bad, right?!"

   "Is the seat comfortable?"

"Thank me? Hahaha, what are you thanking me for? If you didn't come out by chance and beat off those wolves, I still don't know what to do now. It's just a ride with you, what's the point? Don't be disgusted. It’s just a donkey cart.”

  A middle-aged man laughed and waved a whip.

The donkey slowly moved forward, pulling the cart. The cart was filled with specially treated forage. The golden yellow and soft forage was piled up. The young Taoist lay on the grass with his arms behind his head, amidst the creaking and creaking sounds. , squinting, just basking in the sun, pillowed on straw, sitting in a donkey cart, walking slowly on the mountain road.

  The middle-aged man could hear the melodious and simple folk songs in his ears.

   Maybe the words are quaint, but when sung in country slang, it is heroic and rough.

   Work at sunrise, rest at sunset.

  Dig wells to drink, plow fields to eat.

  What does Dili mean to me!

  The town at the foot of Helian Mountain has been vaguely seen ahead.

  The mountain **** returns.

  (end of this chapter)