Chapter 266 Recalling the past, life is like a dream, and I finally wake up!

After the wave subsides.

Ji Qiu stepped on the smoke and clouds under his feet, holding his hands behind his back.

At this moment, the battle in Shenxiao Mountain came to an end.

It looked like a mess.

Although it is said that all future enemies will be suppressed and the disaster will be eliminated, in fact, there is no joy on the face of every Shenxiao Sect monk.

Mo Yu's figure was crumbling, and her face turned pale in mid-air. She had resisted the great pressure in the battle just now, but she had been severely injured and needed to be nursed back to health.

Apart from her, Zhang Shouyi, Li Qiubai and other real people all had a chill on their faces, and their eyes were as cold as ice as if they were bottomless pools.

"Headmaster, gentlemen."

"This time, Yuanchu Mountain, Hanyan Temple, Luoyang Temple, Changchun Mansion and other four sects, with a total of 63 Taoist priests and more than 700 Qi refiners, entered our Shenxiaomen residence."

"After a fierce battle, some real people stepped forward to reverse the situation, but there were still six Daoji elders and nearly a hundred Qi Refining disciples who died in this battle."

Located at the foot of the main peak.

The deacon in the sect who summarized the battle situation looked happy after a victory, but when he mentioned the injuries to his fellow sects, he still couldn't hide the sadness on his brows.

You know, just a few minutes ago, the fallen monk might have been laughing and talking with them.

As a result, not long after, heaven and man were separated.

Although practitioners are said to be indifferent to life and death, they have already taken it lightly.

As long as those who worship in the sect have cultivated a Taoist line, it is normal for their friendship to last for decades.

Fellow Taoists who were traveling along the way died as soon as they said they would. How could others see through this in a short period of time?

The corpses of the fallen monks of the Shenxiao Sect were sealed in copper coffins and displayed at the foot of the main peak. They were mourned by the disciples to commemorate their achievements in protecting the sect.

Wait until the head coach comes forward.

All elders, deacons, and great monks who have reached the foundation of Taoism can be buried in the back mountain.

Ordinary qi-refining disciples can also ask ordinary relatives and friends to come and return the body to its hometown and bury it in peace.

If they have no family or room, this Shenxiao Mountain Range still has a large territory, and they can make a place to bury them in it and reincarnate.

Their descendants, the Shenxiao Sect, will preserve their worldly wealth and honor, and if they have spiritual roots, they will be accepted into the sect and continue to lead them on the path that their ancestors did not compete on, reaching new heights.

Shenxiao Sect will always remember these disciples.

There is a solemn atmosphere in the air.

Li Qiubai looked around, watching the corpses being put into the coffins. Even though he was usually elegant and easy-going, now, his anger could not help but rise.

"Ancestor."

Looking at the desolate surroundings, the headmaster of Shenxiao, who looked even younger after breaking through the golden elixir, suddenly said:

"You cannot be a gentleman if you do not avenge this hatred."

"Just killing these real offenders and subduing the remnants of the offenders is not enough to demonstrate the skill of my Shenxiao."

"He treats me like a piece of fish, so we must retaliate tooth for tooth and blood for blood!"

In hundreds of years, this is the first time that Shenxiao Sect has encountered such a major event that shakes the foundation of the sect.

If he can't use iron-blooded methods, his hundreds of years of orthodoxy will be nothing but mud!

All the real people and Taoist priests spoke fiercely and their tone was indignant.

Ji Qiu saw a familiar object. He walked down from the sky and picked up a half-broken sword placed on the side of a copper coffin. He then looked at it and let out a long sigh.

He still had some impression of this broken magic sword. It belonged to Wei Feng, the master of the deacon hall who was in charge of secular affairs.

As a person he met at the beginning of his immortal journey, Wei Feng could at least retain some impression in Ji Qiu's long life.

"How did the Lord of the Guard Palace fall?"

The Taoist wiped the broken sword in his hand and then slowly placed it in front of the coffin.

When the deacon next to him heard this, he immediately looked at the copper coffin with lowered eyebrows and spoke in a heavy tone with some respect:

"The master of the Palace of Wei is no more than a Taoist, there is no hope of false elixirs, and his lifespan is only two or three years."

"Therefore, when those outer sect Daoji monks came to kill, the palace master had no idea. He held the sword to burn his energy and blood, exploded the Daoji extradition magic, and killed two people of the same realm with the magic sword. It can be said that he died of exhaustion.

, which is frightening.”

"He died standing up until the day he died. He was truly a role model for our generation."

Listening to the words, Ji Qiu nodded silently.

Daoji has a life span of 300 years, but most people do not live to this age.

But every Daoji monk can vaguely sense when his or her end will be.

Wei Feng knew that he did not have two years to live, so he chose the most honorable way to die.

He has been cultivating in Shenxiao all his life, and now he has returned all his magic power to the sect.

According to what the old man said in the past, it is called getting what you want.

He just didn't know if he could hear the rumbling Taoist sound that he just spread throughout the five peaks when he was dying.

Thinking about it, the soul should be more or less aware of it.

Looking sideways, he scanned the surroundings and saw that the first few coffins were the fallen Daoji monks. They were either elders of one party and held high positions of authority, or they were in charge of affairs and held real power.

Among these people, there were some he was familiar with and some he was not familiar with.

But speaking of it, when Ji Qiu achieved Dao Ji, he had three or two glasses of wedding wine with him.

He was indeed able to discern the trajectory and destiny of life, and he also saw the fate of these people.

However, the many words that have evolved through simulation are only rough descriptions, and how can they describe a person's life in detail.

Changing one's fate against the will of heaven, in the final analysis, Ji Qiu can change his own fate, and if he tries his best to radiate surroundings, he has already reached his limit.

It is impossible that everything in this world can be done perfectly with his little butterfly flapping its wings.

That's so ridiculous.

The Taoist's eyes were as dark as ink, and they were completely calm, and his mood did not fluctuate much due to this.

Just because, life, separation and death in this world

He has seen too much in these three reincarnations.

So much so that facing such a scene again only caused a slight ripple in the lake of my heart, nothing more.

Even so.

It doesn't mean that he will turn a blind eye to it.

After all, in the final analysis, Shenxiao Sect is the root of his true body, just like the second Taiping Dao and the third Zixiao Sect.

He received Zhang Shou's overwhelming favor and was placed in high hopes by him, so he was naturally one of the founders of Baili Shenxiao.

It is reasonable to protect Shenxiao's prestige and reputation.

Therefore, Ji Qiu stood up while thinking about it, and then heard Li Qiubai's murderous tone, speaking loudly to everyone.

Immediately, the Taoist looked back and echoed:

"The headmaster is right."

"The four side gates are at least two to three hundred years old, and at most four or five hundred years old."

"Now that Master Jindan has fallen, there are no more elite members in the sect. Since he came to the door first, it would be disrespectful to come and not return."

"Then this matter will end with the destruction of these four side sects. This will be a warning to Dabeicang and comfort the immortal spirit of my sect's disciples. This is the end."

"Headmaster, real person, ancestor, you guys, let's see, does it suit your wishes?"

The Taoist clasped his hands behind his back and spoke calmly, then followed Li Qiubai's words and then finished them in one go.

Although the words did not have the intention of killing, every word struck the heart of others and lingered for a long time.

Now the whole story of Zhang Shouyi's ambush has been known to all Daojis and disciples.

At the same time, the news that Ji Qiubai was extremely talented and had attained the golden elixir of the Great Dao together with Li Qiubai, and was ranked among the great masters of Shenxiao, naturally spread.

Boxing is power. How much strength you have means how much power you have to speak.

As for Ji Qiu, who is ranked as the golden elixir, whenever he opens his mouth, he will be the focus of everyone's attention.

What's more, he is still extremely young.

Within the sect, which Taoist master does not know him thoroughly?

It only takes ten years for the jade liquid to return to the elixir!

For example, Jiang Yuanshan, who had a good relationship with Ji Qiu and single-handedly led him to worship the gods, or Shen Yunxi and others who were mentored by Ji Qiu and given three talismans, changing his fate.

In my heart, it can be said that there are five kinds of mixed feelings, which are difficult to describe.

Obviously they were just peers or even juniors.

But after a short time, I climbed up the stairs and almost stood on the top of the sea of ​​clouds, making it difficult to even look up.

All over the world, monsters like these, even if they have visited the Eastern Wilderness Dao Domain of Yuantian Realm eight hundred times, they are still considered superior!

"What Junior Brother Ji said is what I think!"

Hearing Ji Qiu's response below, Li Qiubai nodded, then looked at Zhang Shouyi with a pair of eyes:

"What do you think, Patriarch?"

Zhang Shouyi, who faked his death and came out of the coffin, has a gray beard and white hair, but he is an old man, has not seen much decline, and has a pair of bright eyes.

"The sect continues from generation to generation and should be passed down from generation to generation."

"The headmaster and Master Ji think it should be like this, and I, the veteran, think it should be like this!"

Looking at the scene below, Zhang Shouyi coldly snorted:

"How can you not pay the price for offending me, Shenxiao?"

"Let's ask him to fill the four sects, and use all the resources to provide me with the resources!"

The old Taoist waved his hand and made a decision:

"First make some repairs and bury all the elders and disciples who died in the battle."

"Then the Divine Sky Flying Boat will be launched, and Jin Dan Zhenren will go to the four side gates and destroy their mountain gates one by one!"

"It would be better if all the monks in Beicang's cultivation world know about it."

"Although our Shenxiao Sect is not a thousand-year-old orthodox or ten-thousand-year holy land, it is not a place where we can be humiliated arbitrarily and come as we please!"

"Lift the coffin and bury!"

After saying that, the old Taoist glanced at Ji Qiu and other real people, signaled with his eyes, and flew away.

I know Zhang Shouyi has something to explain.

Li Qiubai asked the elders and deacons to deal with relevant matters quickly, and when they were fully prepared, he went to attack the various sects.

After completing the instructions, Ji Qiu and Mo Yu, who had gone ahead, turned into a rainbow light and flew towards the Dao Palace, disappearing invisible.

On the top of Shenxiao Mountain, in the Taoist Palace.

This place is protected by the formation, and it has not been affected much, and it still looks like its original appearance.

The clouds are misty and the sky is filled with glow.

Stepping on the sea of ​​clouds, Ji Qiu and others entered one after another.

Fang Yi passed through the thresholds and reached the end of the three halls.

Then they saw that in the hall, the old Taoist who was sitting cross-legged under the Yin-Yang Dao diagram with his back to them seemed to have some flaws, his breath was unstable, and he was no longer as full of breath as before.

After looking at it carefully for a moment, Ji Qiu's eyes narrowed, and he had a premonition in his heart, so his tone couldn't help but be a little solemn:

"Ancestor, your body"

After hearing his words, the old Taoist who had just crossed his legs hunched over, shook his head slightly, and waved his hand gently:

"It doesn't matter, I can't die now, I can live on for a few more years."

"But it's only been a few years."

"The golden elixir has a lifespan of eight hundred years, and I have been practicing Taoism for nearly eight hundred years. Even if I take it as a life-extending product, I still suffer from hidden injuries."

"If Shouyuan Wuduo hadn't been seriously injured and couldn't hold on any longer, why would he have resorted to such a trick and attracted four sects into the situation?"

"It's just birth, old age, sickness and death."

Zhang Shouyi's words were slightly self-deprecating and even more arrogant:

"If the Taoist people are in full swing, these are the chickens and dogs."

"It's hard to be my three-point thunder method!"

Even in his old age, the gray-robed patriarch's words are still full of confidence.

It's a pity that I still can't hide my loneliness.

Seeing this scene, everyone actually had a premonition in their hearts about what was going to happen next.

Mo Yu and Li Qiubai stood on one side, silent.

The two of them have been friends with Zhang Shouyi for hundreds of years or even two to three hundred years, so the two of them are very aware of Zhang Shouyi's condition.

Therefore, although Lao Dao's words were addressed to the three of them, they were actually addressed to Ji Qiu. After all, he was the only one who spent the shortest time with them.

But even so, he preached for three years and devoted all his efforts to provide him with elixir formation.

This kind of approach can be regarded as worthy of this Taoist.

After hearing what the old Taoist said seemed to be a showdown, Ji Qiu was immediately touched.

Although his state of mind is stable and it is difficult to make many waves, humans are not grass and trees, and how can they be ruthless.

Asking him to watch the old man die with his own eyes, of course he would feel a little troubled in his heart.

Standing up from the futon, Zhang Shouyi turned around, looked at Ji Qiu who had his mouth half open, and only smiled:

"The jade liquid returns the elixir, and the life span is eight hundred years."

"Boy Ji, it's a pity that you have such qualifications in this small place in Beicangzhou."

"If I were in Lao Dao's old sect, I wouldn't be able to become a Taoist-level figure in a holy land. It's a pity that Lao Dao myself was expelled from the sect and can't come back. Otherwise, I can recommend you one or two."

"well"

Mentioning this matter, Zhang Shou's smile retreated slightly, feeling a little secretly sad.

Afterwards, he took out a half-length page from the storage ring, recalled the past, and couldn't help but laugh at himself:

"Old Taoist, my life has been a tragedy."

"In the past, this thing caused trouble, but in the end, although this thing is real, it actually quenches thirst with plum blossoms. It can be seen, visible, but not desirable."

"The Taoist soldiers who were banned by True Lord Beicang personally set up a ban. Even if they find the place with this fragment of page, what can they do?"

"It's just a thought that's hard to get back!"

"It's ridiculous that back then, when the old Taoist found this fragment of a page in the ruins that was only a few hundred years old, he was so happy that he didn't want to let go.

Keep it."

"In the end, I traveled across the ocean and traveled thousands of mountains and rivers, and I didn't find it until I arrived in Beicang."

"Everything is fake!"

The old Taoist held the mysterious page tightly, and even after hundreds of years, he still couldn't figure it out.

"A true king doesn't need Taoist soldiers, why should he be left here in Beicang?"

"What's even more ridiculous is that I, the old Taoist, prides himself on being extremely talented, thinking that one day I will break through the legal barriers and return to the sect to rectify my name!"

"But I didn't want to die in this wilderness in the far east. Even my hometown is tens of thousands of miles away, and I haven't returned for hundreds of years."

"Thinking about the person who died in the ruins and drew or found this fragment of page, it was probably for this reason that he could only keep it with him as a thought."

Zhang Shouyi's tone was full of pain that others could not understand.

Mo Yu and Li Qiubai had both heard about this matter before, so when they saw Zhang Shouyi mention it again today, they knew that he wanted to explain the funeral arrangements, so they both felt heavy and spoke in consolation:

"Grandmaster, even so, you have opened up a side business in this huge Beicang, and you have been doing it for hundreds of years. You are far more mediocre than others. Why do you do this?"

"In our eyes, you are strong enough."

"If there is a chance, I will make up for the remaining regrets for you."

Hearing these words, Zhang Shouyi let out a long breath. He knew that he was a little out of control, so he restrained himself a little, and then said again:

"When people grow old, they will always be reluctant to remember their past."

"The old Taoist has only two regrets in his life. One is that he was unable to clear his name. The hatred was unresolved and he regrets it to this day. The other is that he has been looking for an opportunity for hundreds of years, but it turned out to be an empty dream."

Holding the broken page, Zhang Shouyi looked at Ji Qiu without much nostalgia, and casually threw it to this man:

"Boy Ji, you are talented, you have become a golden elixir, you have enough resume, you have a bright future, and you can look forward to a bright future!"

"After I die, you will succeed me and become the Supreme Elder of the Shenxiao lineage, on par with the headmaster!"

"In addition, if you can one day achieve the true king of Dharma, you should follow the route drawn by the old Taoist above, help me break the restriction, and see it with your own eyes."

"Then what does this thing that I have been asking for for hundreds of years look like!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Shouyi spoke quickly and fiercely, obviously unwilling to do so:

"I don't know why Beicang Zhenjun left this soldier here when he had nothing to do!"

"Looking for a destined person to inherit the mantle?"

"These masters"

"It's really hard to guess your thoughts!"

"It's a pity that I, the old Taoist, have never been the protagonist in any storybook in my life."
Chapter completed!