Qingcheng Mountain, now recognized as the leader of the Taoist sect in the world, is still head and shoulders above Wudang Mountain, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, and Longhu Mountain, which has a Tianshi named Zhang, because they have a Taoist Lord.
No one knows the name of the Taoist Master. They only know that at that year's Taoism Forum, this young and tall Taoist came to the Taoist Temple on a crane. He could cause thunder from the sky with just a raise of his hand, and easily defeated the other two factions.
As the leader, Qingcheng Mountain won the leader of the Taoist Conference that year. From that day on, he was also respected as the Taoist Lord by Taoist sects all over the world. Later, Qingcheng Mountain ignored the objections of Longhu Mountain and set up the Tianshi Mansion in the mountain.
The seven prestigious Taoists were collectively called the Seven Heavenly Masters. The mountain was at its peak of popularity, far superior to the other two sects, and this continues to this day.
Dao Lord set up another Taoist mansion in Qingcheng Mountain. He stayed in seclusion in the Taoist mansion all the year round and rarely went out to see people. There were rumors in the world that Dao Lord had reached the stage of becoming an immortal, and he practiced in seclusion in the Taoist mansion just for the sake of seeking happiness.
There was a glimmer of opportunity. There were two lions guarding the outside of the Taoist Mansion. Their roars were shocking and could not be approached by ordinary people. But Dongfang Xiaoyue walked to the door of the Taoist Mansion and saw only a very elegant and secluded small courtyard.
There is a plaque hanging above the door with four words written on it - Xiaoxiaodongtian.
"This character is really well written." Dongfang Xiaoyue praised.
Daojun smiled and said: "The calligraphy given by the dignified Confucian sage is naturally good."
Dongfang Xiaoyue lowered her head and looked down. Naturally, there were no real lions waiting there outside the Taoist Mansion. On the stone steps on both sides, there were two big civet cats lying down in the warm sunshine, squinting.
He opened his eyes and yawned.
"Sometimes I really envy your life. They all say that you are halfway to becoming an immortal. But you can stay in this small cave every day. Isn't it more comfortable than being an immortal?" Dongfang Xiaoyue leaned down and scratched it.
The head of a big cat then stood up and walked inside.
"If the troubles in the world really have nothing to do with me, then it would be really pleasant." Daojun also walked forward.
"What kind of troubles in the world are considered?" Dongfang Xiaoyue asked.
"You come looking for me because this is the turmoil in this world." Daojun replied directly.
Dongfang Xiaoyue shook her head and said helplessly: "Old friend, I came to have a cup of tea, but you were said to be troublesome. If I hadn't been used to your temper, I would have been sad for a while."
"If you really just come to me for a cup of tea, then of course I feel good about it. But if you come to me every time when you are about to die, of course I feel bad about it." Daojun and Dongfang Xiaoyue walked together.
When he arrived at the pavilion in the courtyard, Daojun sat down, fiddled with the tea set on the table and started to make tea.
Dongfang Xiaoyue said helplessly: "I only blame myself for not being good at studying back then."
Daojun sighed softly: "If you hadn't saved me back then, you could have escaped unscathed."
Dongfang Xiaoyue waved her hand: "Don't mention these anymore. It's all in the past."
"Has it passed?" Daojun said quietly, "In the past few days, several heavenly masters have been meditating in their dreams and saw that mountain again."
"What?" Dongfang Xiaoyue frowned slightly.
"They said that the mountain is getting closer and clearer. If we go on at this rate, maybe we will be able to see the mountain again soon." Daojun poured a cup of tea and blew on it gently.
The heat was pushed in front of Dongfang Xiaoyue.
Dongfang Xiaoyue lost interest in drinking tea: "Why so fast?"
"When you say that the war is coming, you are referring to the melee in the rivers and lakes. Shanglin Tiangong has long been unable to restrain all the factions in the world. The new melee is actually coming a few years later than I thought." Daojun drank slowly.
Koucha, "But when the mountain comes to the shore again, what will these melees in the rivers and lakes mean?"
Dongfang Xiaoyue took a long breath, then drank a cup of tea, and after pondering for a long time, she slowly said: "But things are different now. This time, we don't have Su Han anymore."
Daojun took a sip of tea and said: "Yes, we no longer have Su Han. But in more than ten years, has there been a second Su Han in this world?"
Dongfang Xiaoyue smiled bitterly and said: "Not only is there no second Su Han, but we also lost Nangong Yunhuo, the entire Tianmen Holy Sect, and only the Shanglin Tiangong, half a useless person, and Kong were left.
You have magical powers but can't use them."
"I had a dream yesterday about a young man." Daojun's tone was somewhat relaxed, as if he didn't care so much about the coming huge threat. "The young man was dressed in white and was carrying a weapon box. He looked high-spirited.
Working hard reminds me of Su Han back then."
"What you Taoists say is really mysterious. Either you meditate to see the fairy mountain, or you meet a young man in your dream." Dongfang Xiaoyue said helplessly, "There is no other way. If what the heavenly masters saw is true, then I can only fight
I will leave this dead body to fight them."
Daojun smiled: "Looking at your current appearance and hearing you say these words, I always want to laugh for some reason. But more than ten years have passed, and there has never been anyone who can become Su Han in the world.
Young people?"
"I used to think that the second child was good, but he left so early, all because of me. And those other children, they are still too young." Dongfang Xiaoyue shook her head and said, "They are all talented, but
There’s still a long way to go.”
"Su Han was also very young back then." Daojun put down the tea cup, "Xie Kanhua was also very young back then. But these young people almost created a new world. If you have the opportunity, let me meet you.
Those children. I have a hunch that the young people I dreamed about are among them."
"Among those children, one is the only son of Feng Yuhan, the young sect leader of Tianxiaoyun realm, named Feng Zuojun. The other is the third son of the Xie family of the four major families, named Xie Yuling. The remaining one is yours
I've seen her before, she's the daughter of Nangong Yuwen and Xie Kanhua, her name is Nangong Xi'er." Dongfang Xiaoyue also put down the teacup, raised her hands lightly, and raised her energy.
Daojun nodded: "They are all sons of old friends."
"The child I met recently is Xie Kanhua's apprentice. He has grown up with Xie Kanhua these years. He has very good qualifications, but both Xie Kanhua and I hope that he can live a good life.
It would be nice to be safe and happy." Dongfang Xiaoyue shook her head, "It's a pity that things didn't go as expected."
"Oh?" Daojun clearly heard the concern in Dongfang Xiaoyue's tone when she mentioned this child.
"His name is Su Baiyi." Dongfang Xiaoyue said in a deep voice.
"Hahahahahahahahaha, I can be sure now, it was this child I dreamed about." Daojun stretched out a finger and pointed at Dongfang Xiaoyue's eyebrows, "Let's not mention these for now. What I said just now, I
I feel like your last breath is about to be released."
Dongfang Xiaoyue closed her eyes, waved her hands, and all her energy was instantly dispersed: "Can you make me look like I was seventeen or eighteen years old?"
"It can't be done." Daojun shook his head and said, "But at least I can keep your current appearance for at least three years."
"Okay." Dongfang Xiaoyue nodded.
"Here we come." Daojun shouted, and a stream of purple energy flowed out from his fingers and poured into the center of Dongfang Xiaoyue's eyebrows.
At the same time, the two big civet cats that were lying outside the Taoist Mansion, lazily basking in the sun, suddenly stood up, their fur bursting, and a threatening sound came from their throats, but in front of them
But there was no one there, not even a sparrow had flown by.
Dongfang Xiaoyue closed his eyes tightly, and sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. The skin on his body turned purple for a while, and burned red for a while. After several turns, he slowly opened his eyes, and he said with a wry smile:
"How long has it been?"
Daojun retracted his finger: "In the blink of an eye."
Dongfang Xiaoyue wiped the sweat from her forehead: "I feel like there is as long as a reincarnation."
Daojun poured himself another cup of tea: "I injected a flow of light into your body, which can help you stabilize your true energy. This flow of light was originally used to kill people, so you will naturally feel unbearable pain. How do you feel now?
"
Dongfang Xiaoyue stretched out a finger and swiped lightly, and saw that the falling leaves in the distance were cut into two halves in an instant. He smiled: "You are worthy of being a half-step true immortal, Lord Taoist. I feel like I am half a century old."
He will never die."
Daojun sighed softly: "This method can only be used once. If you can recover from your injuries from now on, it will not be a problem to live a good ten years. But if you really have to fight hard, if you try it again, you will be invincible."
"Don't worry." Dongfang Xiaoyue stood up, "I will definitely choose to fight hard."
"You are just a child." Daojun shook his head, stretched out his palm and patted Dongfang Xiaoyue's head lightly. Dongfang Xiaoyue closed her eyes and lay down on the chair, seemingly falling asleep.
Daojun drank all the tea in the cup and closed his eyes. The Flowing Light Technique just now also consumed a lot of his concentration.
"Su Baiyi, Su Baiyi, is a good name. It seems that just by hearing these three words, you can imagine what a young man looks like."