The ripples in that mirror have not dissipated for a long time. Even though they are just residual images of the past, Xuanzhen, alone with his sword, towered over the heaven and earth, practicing the Tao three times in a row, seeking the Tao, proving the Tao, and finally speaking out
The scene of laughing and falling into smoke is so majestic and majestic that it is far beyond the comparison of a few short sentences from the teacher's mouth.
Such lonely courage and determination, Qi Wuhuo never came back to his senses for a long time.
He recalled that his teacher told him about the three paths of ascending, middle and descending.
Among them, Senior Brother Xuandu, according to the teacher, is devout to the Tao, follows my teachings, practices for many kalpas, does things and does nothing, and has achieved the Hunyuan Qi.
Practicing together with heaven and earth, breathing in the sun and moon.
But it was only a middling score.
So, what is the best?
What is the best!
Qi Wuhuo looked at Senior Brother Xuanzhen's path and suddenly understood the teacher's unsaid words, what is the best path?
own path.
Forge a new path!
Sharpen your Taoist heart, determine your direction, and then move forward step by step.
Then overcoming thorns and thorns, cutting off all the external calamities and inner demons on the road, and finally making great progress, reaching the limit of this road, reaching the end of the road, then, no matter who I have studied under, no matter what I have experienced, how many times
Ups and downs, several setbacks, he can also be called the founder of the Taoist lineage.
It can be done——
Daozu!
The young man thought about what his senior brother had done, uniting the world and the nine states, fighting the Demon Emperor with a sword, and inviting the heavens to drink together.
Piece by piece, pile by pile, the original path of luck was created.
If you want to make ordinary people no longer constrained by their talents, as long as your mind is not degenerate and lazy, you can have a feasible path and embrace the general trend and great aspirations. How heroic you are, never retreating, never setting back, and never giving yourself a chance.
Leaving some room, he only moved forward step by step, and finally broke through the forty-ninth level of calamity and fell, without retreating or regretting.
Such pride, such a Taoist heart, being from the same sect, and being from the same clan, and only one step away from success, all these are impacting the heart of the young Taoist.
It made him feel agitated, and the many emotions swirled in his throat for a long time, and finally he could only sigh.
"Pity……"
Nan Qingzi was slightly startled. She simply felt that this sigh was just like the sigh of the old man who rushed over after Xuanzhen's death that day after being stunned for a long time. However, the word "pity" was not the same as what others said.
This is an innocuous comment, but it carries a very strong regret and a very painful empathy.
Nan Qingzi's expression returned to its original tranquility and said, "Who doesn't feel pity?"
"He just never wanted to look back."
"The king's firmness in adhering to his principles is as strong as iron, and everything else is just his embellishment."
The young Taoist asked: "After the Ghost Emperor woke up, why didn't you go find him immediately?"
Nan Qingzi did not answer. After a long time, he said calmly: "It's just four years. He is the Human Emperor and I am the Ghost Emperor. For us, four years just passed by in a flash. It is not worth it."
Even if you mention it, you don’t need to keep it in mind.”
"Why should I go to him in the first place?"
"I am like this, and so is he."
That's what she said, but when she looked up, she seemed to be still looking at the past that was more than 8,000 years ago. She saw their only happy two years, living in seclusion in the courtyard at the foot of the mountain.
The courtyard opens up to a view of the world in all directions, with bamboos in the corners, pines beside the house, and large areas of chrysanthemums to enjoy in autumn.
Because she was born in a water town, the Taoist even personally brought running water into the yard and planted lotus flowers.
On a summer night, I watched the lotus and admired the moon, but the Taoist always said that because there were many plants and trees, there were inevitably too many mosquitoes, and in a land with water, the books were damp and easily bitten by insects, which was quite troublesome. The Taoist turned over the book, and the woman
Shaking the fan, the days at the foot of the mountain were obviously short, as if they were fleeting, and apparently boring, as if there was nothing special, but it was hard for her to forget.
Qi Wuhuo looked at the absent-minded Southern Ghost Emperor: "So, have you ever seen the tomb of Xuanzhen... the Human Emperor?"
The Southern Ghost Emperor said calmly: "He disappeared into thin air... I hate him deeply and have never seen him!"
The young Taoist said: "He was buried at the foot of a mountain."
Nan Qingzi's body trembled suddenly and her eyes widened.
At the foot of the mountain...
Qi Wuhuo didn't know why the Southern Ghost Emperor suddenly had such a big reaction to this mountain, but as a junior brother, he needed to pass on these things, saying: "There are no mausoleums or gorgeous burials, it's just a solitary tomb.
, there is a stone tablet there, named Xuanmen Thirteen Hatreds."
Qi Wuhuo's tone was clear and he said softly:
"The first thing I hate is that book bags are easy to be damaged."
Nan Qingzi's palm subconsciously grabbed the cuff and held it tightly. Is this a coincidence?
Did he also miss the things she missed before he died?
The young Taoist looked at her, paused, and then said softly:
"The second hate is that love is deep and love is shallow, and a beautiful woman is unlucky."
Nan Qingzi's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. She stood there quietly, but the young Taoist suddenly felt that she had become very far away. She had the coldness and chill of the Southern Ghost Emperor in her body, and that kind of aggressive aura.
The sense of beauty also dissipated, and the young Taoist seemed to understand that perhaps, [Nan Qingzi] and [Southern Ghost Emperor] were not exactly the same.
[Nan Qingzi] is the most essential nature of [Southern Ghost Emperor]. It is the possibility of what it would be like if she was not born as a pure Yin ghost, but was born in the human world. This time, the attempts and possibilities encountered walking
The Supreme Xuanzhen in the world.
The young Taoist said slowly: "The third hate is that there are mosquitoes on summer nights, the fourth hate is that the platform leaks easily, the fifth hate is that the chrysanthemum leaves are scorched, the sixth hate is that the pine trees are so big with ants, the seventh hate is that the bamboo leaves are falling, the eighth hate is that the osmanthus lotus is easy to fade, the ninth hate is that
The daffodils hide the dragonfly, and the ten hatreds hide the peanut thorns..."
In his opinion, these are senior brothers and people with many obsessions and emotions, not just sculptures.
It is great love, not ruthless.
But in Nan Qingzi's ears, it had a different meaning.
There are many things, only the person involved can know the hidden thoughts and meanings. Somehow, the picture in front of her eyes blurred, and she seemed to be able to see the two years in the small courtyard.
When the troubled little Taoist arrived, he sat by the lotus pond and scrolled through his book, while he sat on a chair and looked at him.
The Taoist spread out the books and looked at the moth-eaten pages. His eyebrows were furrowed and his teeth were bared, but when he raised his head and looked at her, his smile was still warm and bright.
Everything in front of my eyes was blurry, and then tears fell down.
It fell to the ground and turned into the pure yin energy of the nine heavens.
Qi Wuhuo's voice paused, and he looked at Nan Qingzi, whose face was filled with tears for some unknown reason, and the Southern Ghost Emperor's unparalleled face was pale. Qi Wuhuo sighed and said:
"The innate yin gods and ghosts are so yin and pure that they have no so-called surnames."
"And in that life you ran away from home and remained anonymous."
"So, the name Nan Qingzi."
"Actually, it was your name when you and Xuanzhen spent just four years in that life."
There are thirteen hatreds in Xuanmen, the ten hatreds are only for you, the three hatreds are the Tao, and there is no self.
The most yin is the purest, born innately, and given the name of meeting each other, it lasts for eight thousand years.
Qi Wuhuo looked at the 'person' in front of him and sighed: "Why..."
Why didn't you look for him when you woke up?
The Southern Ghost Emperor raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he was stunned, but he smiled and said softly: "At that time, he was the one with the greatest achievements in the world, and his courage was as brilliant as fire.
, he was so high-spirited that at that time, he should not and could not have a [ghost] as his wife."
The young Taoist sighed slightly.
Nan Qingzi didn't care about this anymore, but suddenly said: "You can have a chance to see his tombstone."
"It should be his old friend."
"Then, maybe this thing can be entrusted to you."
"Um?"
Qi Wuhuo was stunned when he saw the woman stretched out her hand and touched it slightly on the cuff. The mirror, which was the same as the Beidi Mirror, was filled with light. It immediately turned into a formation and was untied in an extremely mysterious way.
, the endless stream of light gathered and turned into a scroll with extremely rich energy on it.
Qi Wuhuo said: "This is..."
Nan Qingzi stroked the scroll with his palm and said softly: "It's his way."
The young Taoist said: "His way..."
"Well, it's the way of luck that any living being can practice. The more it helps the world, the stronger the luck will be."
"As for the evil plunderer, he does not have access to the clock of destiny; he does not choose absolute average, but chooses to give all living beings equal opportunities and choices, and in this way of destiny, he completes the original
Part and the most fundamental part, it’s just a pity that before I can complete the last part, it’s already..."
Nan Qingzi did not say any more.
He took a breath, calmed his mind, and said:
"And this road is just a prototype."
"He said that the world has been tired for a long time, and if strong medicine is given, it will all perish; the heaven and the earth rotate, from the winter solstice to one yang, and then from one yang to six yangs, and so on, just like planting a tree, you need to plant it first
The seeds then have buds, then stems, then branches and leaves, and finally they can bear fruit. What he did was not to open up a road, not to complete the road in one breath, but to plant the seeds."
"The road cannot be built overnight."
"Since it is a 'human' way, it should be completed by generations of people, otherwise, this is not a human way."
"This is the seed he found."
The ‘seed’ of the way of luck.
The seeds of the way of the world.
Qi Wuhuo recalled what he said when he confronted Lord Jidu Xingjun in Zhongzhou. After the fall of the Human Emperor 8,000 years ago, his eight ministers divided his country and finally achieved unification.
The human world was once again divided into a chaotic world.
There is no doubt that the way of luck in this era is completely different from the purpose when Xuanzhen developed it.
The current way of luck to become emperor is just the way of those eight ministers who watched what Xuan Zhen did.
It is not pure and extremely complex.
What this scroll represents is the last step that Xuan Zhen regrets but never completed, his achievements, disasters, cause and effect, and then——
Just as it says.
Since it is the path of man, it should be completed by generations of people.
How can we hope that the pioneers will complete everything?
The young Taoist looked at the scroll that represented [luck]. He stepped back slightly, then fluttered his sleeves and cupped his hands. He took the scroll with both hands and said softly: "Then, his last wish and cause and effect."
"Pindao, take it."
"I'll help him finish the last part."
His voice paused, and Qi Wuhuo said:
"sister in law."
Nan Qingzi was startled for a moment, then his eyes widened, and then he saw the young Taoist standing up holding the scroll, his left hand hanging down, and his right hand holding the Taoist sword in front of him. His facial features, and even his temperament, were the same as those of the Taoist from more than 8,000 years ago.
They are completely different, but the clear air seems to come from the same vein.
In a daze, it was almost like the first time I met Xuanzhen, but more than eight thousand years later, I saw the young Taoist saying this:
"Pindao, Xuanwei."
Xuanwei...
Nan Qingzi's eyes widened, and he immediately realized something, and said: "Are you his junior brother?!"
She suppressed her voice and said hastily: "You, why did you come to this place to take risks?"
"Let's go quickly!"
"I, I can't bear to be called you like this..."
Qi Wuhuo shook his head and replied: "After senior brother overthrew the kings of the Zhou family, he was alone and had no descendants..."
After that, due to the chaos in Fengdu, Nan Qingzi, who knew little about human affairs, was stunned and said:
"What about the current Human Emperor?"
Qi Wuhuo replied: "Behind Senior Brother, there was the Rebellion of the Eight Kings. The eight ministers divided the land of the human world and fell out with the demon clan. The countries in the human world now are all inherited by the ministers who betrayed Senior Brother.
For those who came down, their skills were all achieved by watching the seniors or receiving guidance from the seniors."
"betray……"
Nan Qingzi murmured, then shook his head and said calmly: "Xuanzhen doesn't care about betrayal."
"But since they are dividing the nine states in the world, I'm afraid they are doing it for their own selfish desires."
Qi Wuhuo told what the current human emperor had done.
She was silent for a long time, and finally put her hand into her sleeve, and when she slowly took it out, strands of light gathered together and turned into a jade seal, which had a very strong aura of humanity. Nan Qingzi touched the seal with his palm and said:
"This is what he... gave to me when he died. It is his seal."
"I originally regarded it as my last refuge, but since you are his junior brother, I will give it to you first."
"You hold this thing..."
She held the jade seal and put it in Qi Wuhuo's hand.
The young Taoist's wrist sank, feeling the weight of the object.