Looking at the old Tao reflected in the bronze mirror, Yang Yu's pupils shrank violently.
The shock for a moment even outweighed the surprise of Long Yuan Sword being unsheathed.
This scene is really unexpected.
A moment ago, he was still thinking about the whereabouts of the sloppy Taoist and the Long Yuan Sword ceremony, but he never expected that in the blink of an eye, both appeared at the same time.
It can no longer be said to be a surprise, it can almost be regarded as a horror.
"Your threshold for recognition is a bit too high!"
His thoughts swept over the seven-star Longyuan Ghost-Slaying Sword that shone brightly in the Cauldron of Gluttony, and Yang Yu couldn't help but curse.
Who is the Sloppy Taoist?
There are only three legendary figures in ancient and modern times who are revered as the "Supreme Grand Master". With his martial arts at this moment and abandoning magical powers, I am afraid that he will not be able to take a single move.
Hit him on the head?!
"What a pure sword spirit!"
The old Taoist's eyes in the bronze mirror were slightly bright, as if he sensed something:
"Sword-like Dao Fruit? This is extremely rare and rare. However, you seemed to have used another type when wrestling with Yinyue before?"
'He is indeed always here...'
Forced to suppress the throbbing in his heart, Yang Yu bowed his hands and saluted:
"Junior Yang Yu has met Master Zhang."
"The future life is to be feared."
Looking at the young man outside the mirror, the old man seemed to be feeling a little emotional: "It's really different from the past. When the old man was as old as you, he was far inferior to you."
"This is serious, real person. The juniors are just following your path, how dare they compare with you?"
Yang Yu said seriously:
"Throughout the ages, the only two supreme masters who can rival you are Bodhidharma and Lu Chen."
The way of Tao is that the predecessors planted trees for others to enjoy the shade, and the same is true for martial arts. If generations of sages had not smoothed out the rugged terrain and perfected the system, even if he had the cauldron of gluttony, he would not have achieved what he has today.
Later generations are better than the ancients, not because they are more talented and understanding, but because their predecessors have smoothed the road and do not need to take the rough and detours they once took.
"How can this be considered a mature path? It's just a review of the predecessors and some insignificant insights of my own."
The veteran's face was rosy and his attitude was a bit gentler:
"How can an old Taoist compare to the sages? The title of Supreme Grandmaster is too big for the old Taoist to bear..."
You can wear it a thousand times, but you can never wear it to flatter yourself.
From the emperors and generals to the traders and pawns, everyone is like this. Although the old Taoist knows that he is flattering, he actually gets the benefit of it.
Because this is the evaluation that future generations will give him thousands of years later.
"Thirteen Blood Exchanges, Five Foundation Building Levels, True Gang, Furnace, Hundred Scriptures, Hundred Apertures Profound Pass... Thousands of years later, warriors are still using the martial arts you defined.
If you can’t afford it, who else can?”
Yang Yu was partly complimenting him and partly feeling it.
As a beneficiary of martial arts, he naturally has a respect in his heart for the predecessors who opened the way, not only the sloppy Taoist, but also the great master Bodhidharma, and even Fighting Buddha Yinyue.
If it had been someone else back then, his palm would have been not a support, but a direct press on his forehead, pushing him into the ground.
"Okay, okay! If you continue to flatter me, the old man's bones will become lighter..."
On the other side of the bronze mirror is a desolate mountainous area with half a foot of snow. The old man walked in the snow and seemed to be in a good mood:
"You seem to want to ask something. I'm in a good mood. I'll allow you to ask three questions and I'll ask you to do something for me..."
"Doing something?"
Yang Yu pondered slightly and asked cautiously:
"I wonder what it is?"
"Let's talk about it later. You can ask first. Even if you don't agree in the end, it doesn't matter."
The old man smiled.
"Thank you, real person."
Seeing that the old Taoist seemed to be in a good mood, Yang Yu felt certain in his heart. He changed his mind and asked:
"What state are you in at this time? In other words, what state are you in with this fairyland?"
This question has been lingering in his mind for a long time. He had doubts as early as in the "Dharma Fulong Picture".
It is recorded in the classics that the essence of the illusion of immortals and demons is similar to a 'mirage' but more mysterious. It is a certain period of the past that has been imprinted by heaven and earth.
Yang Yu originally thought so, until he met Bodhidharma and the old loach. They clearly had memories and knew their situation.
This is very different from the records in the classics.
"Slick boy, this is not a problem for you."
The old Taoist was speechless, but still answered:
"Martial arts will."
Martial arts will?
Yang Yu's heart was slightly shaken: "Martial Saint..."
"The foundation of martial arts practice is nothing more than the three elements of essence, energy and spirit. Only when the essence and energy are complete can one see the spirit. A great master can connect the veins of heaven and earth with his thoughts and lock his soul thousands of miles away.
And to open the door of the Martial Saint, you need to burn everything and condense your own martial arts will..."
The sloppy Taoist is worthy of being the supreme master who opened a new path. Being a teacher is engraved in his bones.
As soon as the conversation started, without Yang Yu asking any more questions, he already took the initiative to answer all the hurdles and doubts on his path to martial arts.
From blood exchange to the four steps of Martial Saint, and then to Martial Saint.
Yang Yu silently wrote it down.
"The old Taoist named this realm the Martial Saint, but this realm existed before me. Compared with them, the old Taoist actually has only one thing that is better than them...
Seeing Yang Yu raise his head, the old Taoist replied:
"Know what it is, know why it is what it is."
"Actually, there are many martial arts masters who practice on their own, and they are invincible. But if you ask them about the levels, they themselves don't understand."
Hearing this sentence, Yang Yu was thoughtful.
"Of course, this is related to the poor talent of the veteran. Those extremely talented sages will never encounter such hurdles and difficulties. Therefore, there is no conclusion."
The old Taoist idea is still unfinished.
'You are a little too arrogant...'
Yang Yu had some slander in his heart, but he didn't say anything. These cultivation experiences were really important to him.
"It's too far, too far."
The old Taoist retracted his words at the right time and said instead:
"Throughout the ages, there have been many people seeking immortality and seeking Taoism. At first, martial arts was a method of fighting and killing. However, as it evolved, it inevitably moved towards immortality.
However, the word immortality is easy to say, but in fact it is extremely difficult..."
As he spoke, the old Taoist sighed, as if he was lamenting the difficulty of martial arts:
"In the four hundred years that I have been alive, there have been no fewer than eighteen emperors who have sought me out for eternal life, but they are all dead..."
"..."
The conversation changed so quickly that Yang Yu almost didn't react.
After being silent for a while, he said thoughtfully: "So, you exist in the fantasy world of immortals and demons in the form of martial arts will?"
"The fantasy world of immortals and demons cannot be comprehended by an experienced Taoist. It is the mighty power of heaven and earth. An experienced Taoist can only use his martial arts will to try hard not to be assimilated."
The old man replied:
"In two hundred years from the outside world, this fairyland of immortals and demons will collapse once. Starting from scratch, you are the seventh batch to come here..."
Yang Prison digested it for a while before asking his second question:
"I dare to ask the real person, where are the remaining pages of the Hades Book?"
"The Book of the Underworld."
Hearing this word, the talkative Taoist became a little silent, and after a long time he said:
"have no idea."
"have no idea?"
Yang Yu was a little suspicious.
"You don't think that the fragments of the Mingshu are really fragments of a book, do you? The Mingshu is not a book, it is a fragment of the Yinsi treasure..."
The old Taoist sighed slightly, as if falling into memories:
"Back then, I was in seclusion in the Golden Dome and my last breath was broken. At that moment, I merged with the heaven and the earth and saw a catastrophe on the earth.
For this reason, I faked my death and escaped. It took me two hundred years to travel all over the world. Finally, I found traces of the Hades Book and suppressed it at a huge cost..."
"It's a pity that the broken pages of the Book of the Underworld are not physical. They are illusory. Even if they are suppressed by me, they are still wandering among the seventy-two divine peaks. I really don't know where they are."
"this……"
General Yang Yu was doubtful.
"The ownerless book of the underworld is like a volcano that is about to erupt. Once it erupts, it will not only affect one government or state, but the entire world!"
In the bronze mirror, the old Taoist looked serious:
"What the old Taoist wants you to do is to find the remaining pages of the Book of the Underworld!"
"If I can't even find you, where will I go to find you?"
Yang Prison frowned.
According to the old Taoist saying, the underworld book is not a book, and the broken pages are not pages. It may exist anywhere in the fantasy world of immortals and demons. It may be birds and animals, it may be vegetation, mud and rocks, or it may be a human being!
There is no trace, which is probably more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.
"Others may not be able to find it, but you can definitely find it!"
"Um?"
Yang Yu was stunned for a moment, and the old man in the bronze mirror already answered:
"Your Dao Fruit belongs to the ghosts and gods of the Yin Division, and its rank is extremely high. When you stepped into this fairyland of immortals and demons, it had slight fluctuations..."
This is the reason why the sloppy Taoist chose him...
Yang Yu felt enlightened in his heart.
Kuixing is composed of three Dao Fruits. According to Xu Wenji's Miscellaneous Talks about Dao Fruits, this level covers several types of Dao Fruits, but does not fall into the five categories.
It's not bad to say that it belongs to 'ghosts and gods'.
"Speaking of it, there are quite a few people who possess the Taoist Fruit during this trip. After a thousand years, could the Taoist Fruit be rampant?"
The old Taoist has some doubts.
He has personal experience of the preciousness of Tao Fruit.
It only took him twenty-three years to go from having no knowledge of martial arts to being able to penetrate the mysteries and become a great master. However, it took him more than a hundred years to find the Taoist Fruit.
"There are not many Dao fruits in future generations, but there are indeed many more than before..."
Yang Yu replied, mentioning some records from later generations.
The reason why the tide theory is regarded as a standard by many forces is actually because the endless Tao and Fruits that emerged in later generations have confirmed this statement.
In addition to the evolution of martial arts, the biggest reason why later generations of martial sages surpassed those of the previous dynasties was that more Taoist fruits were unearthed than in any previous dynasty!
Twelve Martial Saints coexist in the world, which is an extremely incredible thing for any dynasty.
"Twelve Martial Saints coexist in the world? Could it be that the legendary change in heaven will happen in a thousand years?"
In the bronze mirror, the old Taoist's Yin spirit was very bright. He was a little amazed and a little yearning, but he still let out a long sigh:
"No wonder they are struggling to survive..."
I'm in such a bad state that I only have one chapter today. I'll make up for it tomorrow. I'm so ashamed... I recommend a book called "Being a Poisonous Milk in a Weird World" by a girl. The beginning is quite interesting. If you are interested, you can read it.