Chapter 108: The Way of Immortality: Chance (Part 2)
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Cloud waves kept hitting the mountain peaks, and the hard rocks, like tofu, were constantly chipped away by the clouds and fell into the endless abyss.
"This, I didn't expect this cloud wave to be so powerful, to the point of shaking mountains and shaking the earth. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I'm afraid..."
Feng Jinghong felt frightened for a while, and thought to herself happily.
"Who is here who dares to disturb the two of you!"
Before Feng Jinghong could say anything, a giant hand dropped from the sky and took him away. Feng Jinghong felt himself rising into the air, his whole body was limp, and he couldn't lift up any strength. When he fell to the ground again, he came into view.
There was actually a quiet pavilion, and two people, an old man and a young man, were sitting in the pavilion.
The old man has white hair hanging down and his eyes seem to be open and closed, but his face is like that of a child.
The young man sitting opposite him had sharp eyebrows, two long eyebrows that went straight into his temples, and his eyes were pitch black, with no whites at all.
The two of them took Feng Jinghong over and ignored him. They just fixed his power and made him mute, and watched them deal with each other.
Feng Jinghong looked at the white-haired old man and the black-haired young man in the pavilion with a bitter smile. They had been playing chess for more than five hours. The golden crow had already sunk in the sky, but the two people playing chess in the pavilion had not missed each other, so they just closed their eyes quietly.
He sat there for five hours. Feng Jinghong had regained the power of speech three hours ago, but he did not dare to disturb him, so he stood quietly outside the pavilion with the chess player for five hours.
At this moment, I heard a loud laugh coming from the hall: "Jingye, you lost this time. I, Qingchen, have been the eldest girl in the past thousands of years, and I am getting on the sedan chair - this is the first time! Hahaha, it's not in vain that I'm here.
I have been wallowing in the world of mortals for so long."
Feng Jinghong was so shocked by the laughter that she stepped back a hundred feet before she had time to stand up. She opened her mouth in surprise and stared blankly at the two people in the pavilion.
"Humph, you old fool, everyone is busy, but you have nothing to do. One day, Wuchen is exhausted to death, and you are the one to cry."
The black-haired young man stood up, waved to Feng Jinghong, and returned to his original place.
"Why does this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference start today? It doesn't happen once every sixty years. It only took thirty years since the last time this year." The white-haired old man asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Hmph, you think everyone is like you. Then Yi Shengnan has already given orders to seal the capital for ten years. If we don't hold this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference in advance, will Yi Yuan's great fortune be ruined?"
"Oh, he is quite petty." After the white-haired old man muttered, he looked at Feng Jinghong and sighed, "No chance."
"Oh!" Feng Jinghong finally recovered from the shock. After answering, he saw the old man who had just knocked him away and flew him far away. He raised his hands in a salute with a very respectful expression.
"Huh? Little baby, what's your name?" The white-haired old man didn't expect Feng Jinghong to answer, so he raised his head and asked Feng Jinghong.
"That's right, little Feng Jinghong, I wonder what the old man called me for?" Although Feng Jinghong was horrified, she still tried her best to speak in a calm tone.
"You little kid, I mean you have no connection with the immortal way, so I didn't call you, that's all. Since I ruined your chance to seek immortality, I'll give it to you."
"Humph, if you can give him a foundation for enlightenment, I will be shocked to see you walk away with your head bowed." The one who spoke was the black-haired young man standing beside him with his hands behind his back.
"Jingye boy, don't think that because I haven't been around for a thousand years, you think that my cultivation has regressed and I am just a Taoist foundation. I will return it, I will return it..." The voice went from high to low, and the white-haired old man finally muttered, "I will return it.
I really can’t afford it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man seemed to suddenly think of something, and shouted loudly: "Jing Ye, I can't give him a true Taoist foundation, but I know that he will have a long life. You can't think of it, with his physique.
You can achieve Taoism if you have the foundation of Taoism, but the longevity of the Wanshou realm is real."
"Did you see anything in him?"
The black-haired young man turned his head in confusion, with a look of surprise on his sharpened face.
"Haha, I just didn't tell you, and I'm worried about you." The old man's words were a bit proud, but Feng Jinghong heard a trace of the hero's desolation in his twilight years from his tone.
The old man paused and then continued.
"Tens of thousands of years ago, I got a five-color strange bead from an ancient tomb. It contained an ancient and wonderful work called "The Book of Immortality". Later, for some reasons, I accidentally lost the bead, but I didn't want to be
This kid got it."
The old man's words made Feng Jinghong's heart surge with panic. He never expected that his own skills would be revealed by the old man in front of him.
"A unique feat?"
The black-haired young man seemed a little disbelieving and asked suspiciously.
The white-haired old man seemed to be very excited: "This skill is indeed a marvelous skill. If it weren't for the fact that my Tao foundation had been established and the Tao method was small, I might have practiced it instead. How about it, kid? Now you believe in me, old man.
Right?" The white-haired old man smiled proudly after saying this.
"There is no trace of the ancient times. The ancient times are far away. There are many outstanding people in ancient times. It is not surprising that they have such miraculous achievements. You old man, you are a bad person. You have the chance to get involved in this cause and effect. Moreover, this person is also entangled with old sins and luck. I'm afraid when the time comes,
It won’t be easy for you either.”
The black-haired young man seemed quite surprised when he heard the white-haired old man's words. His thick black eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he glanced at Feng Jinghong faintly before speaking.
"You don't need to worry about it. His "Tao Jing of Immortality" was also my property back then. Gains and losses are determined by fate. Drinking and pecking are also opportunities. How can there be any talk about badness and non-badness?" The white-haired old man said with a smile, "That's right.
You, although I have cause and effect, you are also somewhat helpful, so just worry about yourself."
"Boy, come here." Hearing what the white-haired old man said, the black-haired young man hesitated for a moment, turned his head and pointed at Feng Jinghong and said.
"Junior Feng Jinghong has met senior!"
As soon as Feng Jinghong saw the black-haired young man, his left arm kept feeling hot and hot, and the whole arm was shaking.
"Today, it is wrong for me and me to destroy your Taoist foundation. However, we are not destined to be destined, but Feng Jinghong is destined to be. Seeing that the demonic energy is raging in your body, I will eliminate this hidden worry for you. Today I will pass on to you the magic book, "Nine Transformations"
"The Grimoire of the Immortal", how much you can understand and how successful you can be in the future depends on your fate."
After the black-haired young man finished speaking, he pointed a finger at Feng Jinghong's forehead, and a thick demonic aura instantly enveloped the two of them.
"Night terror!"
The old man, General Feng Jinghong, was enveloped in the black-haired young man's demonic aura and shouted loudly.
"You don't have to worry about the old immortal. He has pure demonic energy and will not be assimilated by me."
The black-haired young man taught the technique, and with a flick of his body, a breeze blew up, and his figure disappeared.
"Little baby, although you have lost your destiny, you have gained a great opportunity. If he ### can become the master of a sect, it will not be in vain for the two of us to work hard."
The white-haired old man stretched out his hand to lift the limp Feng Jinghong from the ground.
Then I heard him say again: "That's all, it's always wrong to ruin your opportunity. From now on, you will name me as a disciple. I am Qingchen. Now I say that we should meet each other one day if we are destined."
After speaking, a strange mark was forcibly branded on Feng Jinghong's chest. Feng Jinghong felt a pain in her chest and fainted.