Xia Mang left the Peak of Taichu, leaving all the prosperity and scenery behind.
He jumped up without hesitation, turned into a dark blue lightning, and flew down the mountain.
"The ancient pear tree with its roots entwined by the true phoenix, seeing Taichu at the top of Taichu..."
Behind, the Ninth Spirit with a flying white dress looked at the direction Xia Mang left with misty eyes, "Nine lives are immortal, nine lives are immortal, nine lives are nine, and the wheel turns as you wish... The wheel of life, life and death are difficult, what will happen?
Who is the calamity of life and death for whom?"
The ancient pear tree was trembling slightly, some flowers were withered, and the green hair that danced with her fell gently.
Like prosperity settled.
…
After Xia Mang came down the mountain, he went straight to the small courtyard next to the Nanzhao Ancestral Temple.
Compared with when he came, his cultivation level has improved a lot, and his movement skills are naturally even faster. He turned into a lightning shape and flew across the sky.
Most of the day later, he returned to the small courtyard.
Pushing open the fence door and walking into the courtyard, he stood in front of the stone table and looked at everything in front of him, his eyes a little dazed.
The courtyard remains peaceful, but the beauty is no longer there.
He entered Xue Nianchu's room, stayed for a while, and then left. For him, Xue Nianchu was not here, and there was no point in staying here any longer.
After closing the fence door, he took one last look at the small courtyard and walked towards the ancestral temple.
In front of the ancestral temple.
The mute old man did not carve wood carvings. At this time, he was standing in front of the ancestral temple, looking at the holy statue of a man coiling with a dragon, but holding the rusty carving knife in his hand.
The bow is thick and heavy, but its sharp edge is visible under the rust marks.
"Grandpa Mute." Xia Mang stood in front of the ancestral temple and looked at the mute old man.
"You're here."
The mute old man turned around, looked at Xia Mang, nodded, and said: "Girl Nianchu left, I thought you would never come back."
"Nianchu...went to the Zhexian lineage." Xia Mang hesitated and asked, "Senior, does he know about Yaochi?"
He came to the ancestral temple, first to say goodbye to the mute old man, and secondly to ask about the mystery of Yaochi.
He didn't know where the King's Court of Zhexian was, let alone whether Yaochi was dangerous or not. He came to see the mute old man just to find out more and to put his mind at ease.
The lineage of Zhexian is too mysterious. He is beyond his reach and has no willpower. The only person he can turn to is the mute old man in front of him.
In fact, compared to Xue Longyong and Su Tianqing, he was more willing to believe in this old man who had seen all the vicissitudes of the world.
"Yaochi is the pure land of the Zhaxian lineage, the most sacred place."
The mute old man said: "Don't worry, girl Nianchu has an old relationship with Zhexian Wangting. If she goes to the Zhexian lineage, she will go home and she will not be harmed."
"go home?"
Xia Mang was startled for a moment, then reacted immediately and said: "Senior is saying..."
The mute old man nodded, "Nianchu girl's mother was born in the royal palace of Zhexian. She is half a descendant of Zhexian."
Nianchu’s mother...
After staying in Nanzhao Mansion for so long, he had heard some rumors about Xue Nianchu's mother, even if he didn't take the initiative to ask.
It is said that Xue Longyong left the Dragon Controlling Court in his early years and practiced cultivation in all directions. He once gained a great reputation. But more than twenty years ago, on a snowy night, he came back.
He carried an ice coffin on his back, held a baby girl in his arms, and returned to Nanzhao Mansion with a bloody step.
That baby girl was Xue Nianchu, and there was a woman lying in the ice coffin, who was Xue Nianchu's mother.
Later, Xue Longyong buried her on the Cangming Coast.
Back then, Xue Nianchu went to the Cang Ming Coast to worship his mother. By coincidence, he found the unconscious Xia Mang and rescued him. From then on, the subsequent story began.
"That being the case, I'm relieved."
Xia Mang breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know where Zhexian was. Yaochi was even more of a legend. It was too vague. If Nianchu was injured, he would be beyond his reach and powerless. Now I heard that Nianchu was half a descendant of Zhexian.
He was also relieved.
"What about you, where do you plan to go?"
The mute old man asked. He knew that since Xue Nianchu was gone, Xia Mang would naturally not stay in this small Nanzhao mansion.
“Wandering to the end of the world, where can’t I go?”
Xia Mangsaran said, in fact, he has been wandering around for these years. Whether it is Zuwangfeng in Xiaonan Kingdom or Tianzi Que, they are just his temporary residence. He has not even stayed in Kunlun for a long time.
It can be said that he has no home.
If there is a home, it is the small courtyard next to the ancestral temple, but now that Xue Nianchu is gone, what kind of home is it?
It's time for him to go.
Wandering around the world.
Wandering around the world.
Home all over the world.
Go out and take a look at the scenery of this vast land. How does it compare with the eternal silence of the human world?
The mute old man nodded and said: "Young people should really go out and live in a small place. It is destined to be difficult for them to become great people."
"I'm here to say goodbye to my senior." Xia Mang said with a smile.
The mute old man stared at Xia Mang for a moment and suddenly said: "I have a method, are you willing to learn it?"
Xia Mang was startled, and then said with great joy: "This junior can't get what he wants."
This mute old man's skills are definitely a giant in the human world. The skills he teaches are definitely world-shaking. Xia Mang has the opportunity to practice them. This is a great blessing. How can he not be happy?
"Concentrate!"
The mute old man looked at Xia Mang, and his chaotic eyes suddenly became deep, like the starry sky, like the universe, like a black hole, boundless and vast. Suddenly, with a "chi" sound, a ray of red-gold eyes shot out and sank directly into Xia Mang's eyebrows.
deep.
"The method of Xiaoliu Transformation!" Xia Mang's mind was shaken.
"This method was derived from the "Ancestral Dragon Transformation" when the old man was sitting here and was bored. It is not a unique technique, but it should be of some use to you." The mute old man returned to normal and said.
"Senior is too modest."
Xia Mang stood still, bowed solemnly and saluted, and said seriously: "Senior, I will never forget the kindness I gave you."
The "Ancestral Dragon Transformation" is the foundation of the Unparalleled Dragon Fist. Since the "Small Six Transformations Method" comes from this, let alone other things, there is no guarantee that he can use it to understand the Unparalleled Dragon Fist.
Unparalleled Dragon Fist, Ren Canglan's first offensive boxing skill! If he can learn it, his combat power will be greatly enhanced.
This alone is a great favor.
"I hope you understand a truth. Although these skills, techniques, methods, and principles are good, they are only other people's things after all. If you want to become a truly strong person, you must go your own way and create a unique method."
The mute old man pointed out to Xia Mang, "Looking back over the years and looking at the heroes of the ages, whether it is Canglan or eternal silence, which one of them has not transcended others and gone out of his own way? You are still young, don't limit yourself, and the worst thing is to draw a wall.
Pick."
Xia Mang nodded. He understood what the mute old man meant. In fact, he had been trying over the years to observe other people's Dharma and follow his own path. However, after all, he was still too young, with too little accumulation and insufficient foundation to truly
Detached.
"The ancient "Book of Heaven", the "Six Periods" of Emperor Sui Tian, the "World of Demons" written by the First Demon, etc... are all the paths they have taken since they were young and the methods they have created. It is precisely because of this that they have ascended to the throne.
From the top, overlooking the sky and the sea of stars."
The mute old man said slowly: "Your sword skills are a bit interesting...the flying knives are not bad, and the sword is not bad, but the practitioner cultivates the heart and asks about the Tao. If you rely too much on utensils, you will inevitably fall into the inferior state."
"
"Don't stick to the sword." The mute old man said meaningfully.
Xia Mang pondered for a long time, his eyes changed, and he seemed to have some realization, then he nodded and said: "Thank you, senior, for your guidance."
"Go ahead."
The mute old man waved his hand, turned around, and looked at the icon of a man coiling with a dragon in the ancestral temple.
Xia Mang bowed and saluted again, then turned and left, walking into the vast mountains and rivers.
In front of the ancestral temple, a mute old man put his hands behind his back. He looked into the ancestral temple with chaotic and vicissitudes in his eyes, and said slowly: "From now on, I enter the vastness!"
His voice was hoarse and vigorous, like an old dragon roaring against his will.