After hearing Qi Wuhuo's answer, his bright golden eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling:
"Master Wuhen still knows how to assess the situation."
"That's good."
She put her palms on the top of Xiao Pengcao's head and wanted to rub it, but Xiao Pengcao shook it away hard. In her mouth, she was biting the preserved fruit that Huang Yao had just handed her. Under her messy hair, she had a pair of eyes.
He stared at the woman in front of him extremely vigilantly and hid behind Qi Wuhuo.
But this time he was able to put his palm on the little guy's head, and Huang Yao seemed quite satisfied.
Qi Wuhuo, as the piano master, sat for a while playing the piano and then got up and left. Naturally, some members of the Blue Lion Clan took Qi Wuhuo to his residence. But just outside the banquet, he suddenly heard bursts of noisy laughter, noisy and harsh.
, the Taoist's soul sensed that the young King Qin, dressed in rich clothes, was drinking and laughing among several monsters.
A demon played the pipa, and the human prince stood up unexpectedly.
Under the playful gazes of this group of monsters, he danced drunkenly and started the human dance to thank the guests for their hospitality.
The demons laughed.
They would yell at each other, or chat and laugh in the slang of the demon clan.
‘This is the royal family of men?’
'How weak!'
‘Hahahaha, even the descendants of the Human Emperor are dancing and toasting for us here’
‘Look at him, he’s quite happy’
'Hahahaha, don't tell me, the dance of the human prince's heir is just beautiful, much better than those of the human slaves!'
The young Taoist paused, and King Qin's laughter fell into his ears. The latter was unconscious, while the Green Lion cultivator in front frowned, glared at the demon clan, turned around and said, "Master Qin,
This is a distinguished guest from the human race. They probably drank too much. Please go this way..."
"Um."
Qi Wuzhuo left quietly. The Green Lion Clan arranged a luxurious enough place for him. They even arranged a courtyard among the mountains and valleys for Qi Wuzhuo. There were eight rooms in the courtyard, and the three of them each chose one.
When night fell, the young Taoist heard sounds outside.
When I opened the door and took a look, I saw Xiao Pengcao hugging the quilt and putting the pillow on his head.
He took off his shoes and walked barefoot without making a sound. He carefully and tiptoed to the living room outside Qi Wuhuo's door. When he saw the young Taoist opening the door, Xiao Pengcao's body froze, and there was a good feeling on his head.
The pillow that had maintained balance fell down, "I, I..."
"My, the inside of the house is too empty."
"I am a little scared."
Xiaopengcao pretended to stutter.
But the fear and uneasiness are real. She seems to be afraid of being alone.
The young Taoist looked at her and did not criticize the little guy's acting skills. He just said gently: "Then you can rest here."
Xiaopengcao breathed a sigh of relief.
He happily spread out the bedding on the ground.
Then she put her shoes on one side and got in. It seemed that the solid ground made her feel more at ease than the soft bed. Being near reliable people and close to the exit was her first choice. The young Taoist saw
He helped the little guy fall asleep, and with his magical powers, he could sense that the little Pengcao was now in a state that seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping.
She seemed to be asleep, but at the slightest disturbance, she would wake up like a little rabbit in the wild.
Or run away.
Or immediately get next to someone who makes her feel safe.
Even in a place like Qinyin Pavilion, she only slept on the floor. She said this was because a soft bed would make her really fall asleep. Real sleep was a luxurious and dangerous thing, the young Taoist explained.
This was normal sleep, and Xiaopengcao's face was full of doubts and disapproval.
Only when Qi Wuhuo was reading quietly in the room, Xiao Pengcao would be willing to lie on the bed with his clothes on and sleep.
Even then, he would wake up naturally every half an hour. After looking at Qi Wuhuo to confirm that he was still there, he would quietly curl up into a ball and fall asleep again.
The young Taoist gently placed the lamp in his hand next to the little one and tucked her back.
Having just returned to his own room, the little guy who seemed to be asleep quietly opened his eyes and saw that the young Taoist's door was still open a crack, not closed, and there was a warm light inside. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and felt at ease.
Closing his eyes, the young Taoist cast his spell, and with a slight movement of his wrist, a stream of sword energy flew out, drawing a circle around the little guy.
The sword energy formed a formation to protect her.
Just now, I left an avatar, turned into a flying insect and flew out from the window crack, and went back to the inside of the formation.
Qi Wuhuo restored the formation used to cover up the ritual.
But of course, he left a back door for himself. After entering, he found that the old and burly old man was leaning on the holy fetus, sleeping peacefully with his eyes lowered. As soon as Qi Wuhuo approached, he suddenly felt a strong evil aura, and in an instant
His heart was shocked, and he was forced to break free from the change by this murderous aura.
And the next second, a palm pressed in front of his forehead.
That kind of domineering and restrained power, even if it was restrained at all, almost shook Qi Wulu's soul away.
Emperor Dongyue, who had been sleeping tiredly before, had woken up, with a deep divine light in his eyes. After a long time, he said: "It's you..."
The old man withdrew his right hand and sat down again. His movements were a little tired. The young Taoist was once again struck by the deep and restrained murderous intent of the emperor. His mind went blank from the beginning, and cold sweat broke out on his back. He gradually became familiar with it, and was no longer so afraid.
But he still felt pale and said:
"Senior is just..."
"Me? I don't know the formation. After you left, I marked all the tracks of this place."
"Then I thought about messing with the formation, maybe something would happen. I'm like this now, so I just need to rest my soul first. Ha... maybe I lost my true body and exhausted my earth veins.
God was only 10% left, and he never thought that he would fall asleep and even have a dream."
The burly old man laughed. He was sitting there leaning against the huge holy fetus. His body was seriously injured. His white hair was slightly raised. There was a sense of doom in his smile. He tilted his head back slightly, narrowed his eyes, and murmured.
Said: "How long has it been since I had a dream..."
"Is it really true that my cultivation has finally reached its end?"
The young Taoist looked at the old man with a heroic demeanor and said, "What did you dream about, senior?"
"What did you dream about?"
Emperor Dongyue muttered to himself.
He opened his eyes, looked at the young man in front of him, and didn't speak for a long time.
The cold and rough face of a hero seemed to have a hint of complexity and softness. He looked at the Jinzhou people in front of him with an indescribable smile on his face and said:
"it's nothing……"
The old man changed the topic, frowned and said, "Why are you here again now?"
"Aren't you afraid of danger?"
"Don't rush here just because you're anxious to break the formation. Be careful of danger. Go back first!"
The young Taoist said softly:
"I can stay at the Blue Lion Clan's Holy Land until the day of the ceremony."
Emperor Dongyue's eyes narrowed slightly and said: "Huh!?!"
"Let's talk about it in detail."
Qi Wuhuo told many things.
Emperor Dongyue said slowly: "I see... that Huang Yao, huh, I'm afraid he and the Green Lion are not of the same mind."
"At least, she also has her own interests, which is convenient for you and me... I am not good at formations, so I can only rely on you now, but you must not come here frequently, and you must not be involved in danger because of the formations.
You must remember to be cautious about that absurd line, and don’t completely trust it.”
"Um."
Emperor Dongyue waved his right hand, and an extremely complicated scroll was unfolded in front of Qi Wuhuo. The old man said:
"This is the formation I imprinted on you when you left."
"This place is so big that it would take hundreds of years to see it in person."
"You and I work together, you break the formation, and I modify the nodes...Although I say that I am not good at formations, the secret of formations lies in how to combine them. Using small things to make a big difference, I am stronger than you when it comes to just modifying nodes!"
Qi Wuhuo nodded and expressed his thoughts on changing the formation.
After Emperor Dongyue approved it, he began to try to break the formation. The difficulty of cracking and replacing this formation was far beyond Qi Wuhuo's knowledge. If it weren't for Emperor Dongyue's control over Jinzhou's earth veins, there would be no possibility of breaking the formation.
No, even so, the possibility is less than 50%.
It was called Breaking the Formation, but in reality Qi Wuhuo felt as if he was fighting against this legend of the Blue Lion Tribe.
In this formation, the life path of the Blue Lion Great Sage is forged. What Qi Wuhuo needs to do is, with the help of Emperor Dongyue, to unravel them all, reverse them, and transform them into a sword formation. The deduction of this formation is extremely labor-intensive.
, the young Taoist's soul quickly became exhausted, his face turned pale, and he felt a severe pain in his forehead, almost tearing himself apart.
Under such circumstances, not to mention breaking the formation, even maintaining one's own sobriety is difficult.
If you are not careful, you may faint from exhaustion and injury to your soul.
Suddenly, a big hand pressed on the young Taoist's shoulder, and a mellow Qi flowed into Qi Wuhuo's body, calming his spirit. The voice of Emperor Dongyue came, saying: "Stop, relax, you continue." , before the formation is broken, your kid will die here."
After a long time, Qi Wuhuo reluctantly opened his eyes. His forehead was still stinging, and even the Qi Cauldron was vibrating.
Emperor Dongyue sat cross-legged in front of him, as tall as the standing boy.
"rest first."
The old man stopped Qi Wuhuo's movements, and then suddenly asked, "How much do you know about the earthly method?"
After this question, he suddenly started asking about several magical powers.
Qi Wuhuo's answer was pretty good.
The old man nodded slightly.
The young Taoist has a foundation, with Taoism as the core. As for the method of earth, what he knows is the Qi of the Earth among the three Qi Kung Fu. Emperor Dongyue grabbed Qi Wuhuo's wrist, frowned slightly, and said: "Foundation He is honest, but he doesn’t know much about the ways of the earth..."
"Empress Hou Tu is in charge of everything in the mountains and rivers. Her generosity is not inferior to that of the three Taoist ancestors, but she has never preached like them. And all the spirits in the world must be carried by Empress Hou Tu. She has the grace to nurture all things. And when all things are about to die, their corpses will eventually return to the earth, which also has the virtue of being inclusive of all things."
"There is bearing, there is life and death, it is the great road of Dongyue."
Qi Wuhuo was stunned.
The old man has begun to recite, and what he says is extremely mysterious. It is definitely no longer covered by the basics taught by Taoist Qingyu. What the young Taoist can understand clearly at this moment cannot even be achieved 1%, it is like seeing flowers in the fog. , but only the part that he could understand was already boundless and mysterious, and it was no longer a method that directly pointed to the emperor.
This is the great path and understanding of a great emperor.
It is the essence and mystery that the emperor picked up after traveling on the great road.
The young Taoist said: "Senior, you..."
Emperor Dongyue said: "How much can you understand?"
The young Taoist replied: "Less than one percent."
The old man couldn't help but feel sad, and then sighed sadly: "It's already difficult for you to understand even one percent."
Qi Wuzhuo said: "Senior, you don't have to be like this..." The old man raised his hand to interrupt Qi Wuzhuo's words. He pressed his palms on Qi Wuzhuo's shoulders so hard that the young man felt pain. The old man's voice was a bit domineering and rough. Man, said: "At this time, I don't want mother-in-law and mother-in-law. Boy, shut up and listen quietly!"
"These things are what I have seen and gained over the years. If you have never been here, it is normal for you not to understand them."
“But memorize them all!”
"What I have seen, what I know, my understanding of the great road, and my magical powers and my knowledge from various places will all be useful in the future."
"In this month, I will tell you all these things, as many as you can remember."
“Memorize as many as possible!”
"Understood!"
"You have to memorize everything by rote, and you have to remember it all for me!"
The young Taoist looked at Emperor Dongyue and nodded slowly. The old man just released his palm, leaned back, sat down, and spoke in a calm voice. Qi Wuzhuo could not understand what he said, so he could only rely on
The soul was forced to write down all these words.
You even need to meditate on the underworld, sit cross-legged and repeat it in your mind countless times before you can remember all these things. These things are mysterious and complex, even compared to the part that the Supreme Being taught to Qi Wulu.
The personal content is even greater and more massive.
The old man looked at the young man frowning and remembering, and could sense that the young man had memorized the contents of his Emperor's Way, even if he just memorized it by rote. The burly old man leaned against the Holy Fetus, and he sat on the ground of Jinzhou with a sad expression and closed his eyes.
Close your eyes.
Great Emperor, can you also dream?
Will do it too.
"It's a very boring dream."
"There are just some 'people' that I thought I had forgotten. There are many, many, many. My Taoist friends when I was a small landowner, the first rich man who built a temple for me, the little bird that brought the fruit in its mouth, and that
There are so many blind old women kneeling in front of the statue of my earth god, praying for the safety of their children, that I thought I had forgotten them."
Spring breeze, summer rain, autumn leaves, and winter snow.
Joys and sorrows, parting and separation, life and death.
Looking back at this moment, those ten thousand years in Dongyue were filled with these things.
It’s been such a long and boring time...
The old man thought of the young Taoist's question just now:
'What did senior dream about?'
He looked at 'him' with his eyes closed in front of him, and looked at 'them'.
In the end, he just said to himself: "It's nothing..."