Peerless Daoist

Han Yu, a peerless famous Confucian in the Tang Dynasty and a great master in the literary world.

This is a legendary figure of a generation, and many Confucian disciples have heard of his name. Han Yu, with his incomparable literary power, made the mighty river shine in the middle ages.

Although his soul was dim and weak, his exterior was shimmering with golden light, faintly exuding the coercion of the holy way.

This is the state in which the soul of a saint will appear.

Han Xinrou once said that their ancestors disappeared after they were sanctified, and never appeared before the eyes of the world.

The Han family spent a considerable amount of money to search for it, but in the end they returned without success. Hundreds of years later, the matter was left alone.

"It turned out to be Han Sheng!" Lu Yu saluted again: "Dare to ask Han Sheng, why are you here?"

Han Yu didn't answer, he was already quite weak, his soul was like a vague influence, as if it could be completely blown away by a gust of wind.

After a long time, Han Yu said slowly: "This old man is here to suppress the devil."

Lu Yu was startled when he heard this, for he was actually able to suppress it here in person, and the devil didn't know how far he had cultivated himself.

The surrounding caves are filled with soul-nourishing jade. This kind of heaven and earth spiritual object has natural benefits for the soul and can nourish the soul. It can be predicted that without the existence of these soul-nourishing jades, Han Yu's soul would have already dissipated.

Lu Yu couldn't see such a thing the most, so he stepped forward and said: "Your junior can help, if you need help from me, please tell me."

Han Yu saved his life at a critical moment, Lu Yu naturally thought about how to repay him.

Han Yu raised his eyes slightly, stared at Lu Yu, and after a long time suddenly sighed: "You are too weak."

"The old man planned to find a destined person, but he must have enough strength to support him. Your strength is useless."

Han Yu's eyes were full of disappointment: "This place is no longer safe. Everything is collapsing, black clouds cover the sun, and there are already signs of the end here. The old man has already fallen, leaving a remnant soul here, just lingering on his last breath. "

After saying these words, Han Yu stayed for a long time before slowly saying: "Here, there is a passage leading directly to the outside world. Don't stay here, leave through the passage."

Life is about to pass, and the old sage has reached the end of his years.

Exterminating many evil spirits just now seems to have consumed the last bit of power left by this scribe. His soul is erratic and may dissipate at any time.

However, even though he was about to die, Han Yu still chose to rescue Lu Yu so that he could continue to live.

Lu Yu's heart was touched, he couldn't see the hero's twilight the most, the Human Emperor was like this back then, and Han Sheng is also like this now. Self-sacrifice for others is not as simple as talking about it. Although the two had just met, Han Sheng's awe-inspiring spirit made Lu Yu feel respectful.

"Senior, I was murdered by someone, and all the mana in my body was sealed."

Lu Yu stepped forward and opened his mouth to tell the whole story of what happened before.

The sage of literature has learned through the past and the present, and knows many things that are not known to others. Lu Yu did not hide it at this moment, and revealed the things about Xingzu one by one.

Hearing the arrival of the ancestor, Han Yu's dark soul suddenly flashed a dazzling golden light.

"They have come here, and the secrets here must not be known to them."

Han Yu murmured, faintly exuding a trace of holy power, like the afterglow of the setting sun, still dazzling.

"Senior, is there a way to break this seal?" Lu Yu asked.