Chapter 555: Mantra Goes Down the Mountain (Supplement)
The best mountain in the world...
Looking at the young man in front of him, Li Eryi vaguely noticed something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong, but he still felt cautious in his heart.
"I am so ignorant that I really don't know what the highest mountain in the world is and where it is..."
"When you climb high and look far away, you will know where this mountain is after you have climbed many mountains."
The young man named Lao Qi smiled slightly:
"I have wanted to go to that mountain for many years, but I have never been sure. After all, the mountain is too high..."
The corner of his eye swept over the bare feet in front of him, which were as crystal clear as jade and unstained by any dust. Li Eryi felt a little frightened in his heart and smiled reluctantly:
"Now, are you sure now?"
"nor."
The young man shook his head and smiled again:
"So, before climbing the mountain, I will go down first and prepare to spend a few years walking around, taking a look, and measuring..."
"Yes, really?"
Li Eryi felt something in his heart and reluctantly replied, preparing to leave.
"Sir is the first person I saw after coming down the mountain. This is our fate..."
The young man spoke slowly:
"It's time to join hands and travel together, just in time, Linlong said, I want to go too..."
Li Eryi could only freeze on the spot, with a lot of sweat on his forehead, and a miserable wailing in his heart:
Why am I so unlucky!
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The morning light breaks, and the sun rises in the east.
The brilliant golden light shines all over the earth, and the hot breath has spread all over the earth. The winter last year was long, and after winter it is summer.
The hot weather for days has caused dust to fly on the official road.
Traders from all over met on this straight and spacious official road, heading towards the big city whose outline could be seen in the distance.
"Finally I met someone..."
The rumbling noise made Li Chuang, who had not seen anyone for many days, breathe an inexplicable sigh of relief.
This journey was really depressing. It was difficult to travel these days, and it was very common to see no one in the wilderness. But not seeing anyone for a month in a row was really too much for me to get used to.
"If there is no one in this big official road, then the northwest road is really over."
Zhao Kun glanced at this boy.
The so-called Qianlong whom the uncle valued was considered to be talented in martial arts. In a few years, he had reached the level of tiger-like energy and blood, but with that Zhuyu in front of him, he really looked down upon him.
"I heard that there was a big disaster on the Northwest Road last year and there were wars for several years. It seems that we didn't encounter any rebels along the way?"
Li Chuang scratched his head, cautiously.
"What? You really want to meet the rebels?"
Zhao Kun glared:
"Hurry up and catch the train!"
Li Chuang suddenly did not dare to say anything more, swung his long whip in the air, and drove the dragon and horse to gallop.
Zhao Kun stood up, put up a pergola with his hands, and looked into the distance. He could see the shadow of the city in the distance. He couldn't help but turn around:
"Grandmaster, we should arrive at the Northwest Daocheng at noon today!"
There was no answer. In the carriage, Qin Si was full of worry. Zhenyan tried her best to meditate, but her breath had declined to the extreme.
No matter how many times she tried to use her magical powers, it was to no avail.
"Xiao Qi, where did he go?"
As if being awakened, Zhenyan slowly opened his eyes.
"Uncle Master went to look for medicine for you. Come back soon, right? It's been more than a month since the letter was sent, and he should be back by now. Maybe he's already on his way..."
Qin Si said reluctantly.
"Why bother?"
Mantra sighed:
"It is destiny to escape the catastrophe, so why ask for more? This child is good at everything, but his personality is too stubborn..."
He has only seven disciples in his life. Lin Daoren is the last disciple and the most talented one.
It's a pity that his own suffering caused him to have mental obstacles. If not for this, he should have crossed that threshold twenty years ago...
"Grandmaster, your injury will get better."
Qin Si was dejected, but she cheered up:
"Brother Yang sent a message saying that he captured the northwest Daocheng. If the disciples complete the ritual, they may try to break through the magical power. By then, they will be able to drive away the disease for you..."
Zhenyan nodded and said nothing.
He didn't want his disciples to feel sorry, but his family knew about his affairs.
He is no longer injured, but his essence, blood, energy, spirit, and life span have been depleted. How easy is it to make up for it?
With an injury as serious as his, there is no medicine that can save him.
"Ancestor? Ancestor!"
Zhao Kun suddenly poked his head in and saw that his ancestor still had his eyes open, and he breathed a sigh of relief:
"I thought……"
"Pooh!"
Qin Si glared at him, and then the latter walked out.
"Your great-uncle has a good nature, but he has been too hard and tired in recent years, so he acted in extreme ways..."
Zhenyan spoke slowly and stopped the chariot.
"Ancestor?"
Qin Si was puzzled, and Zhao Kun was also a little confused.
Zhenyan stood up, and with the help of Zhao Kun, he got out of the carriage. He looked around, at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, at the distant city wall, and at the farmland not far away.
"Let's go for a walk with the old man."
"Ancestor..."
Qin Si's eyes were slightly red, and Zhao Kun couldn't help crying. Without stopping, the two of them carefully supported the almost weightless old Taoist and walked on the official road.
He gently sniffed the aroma of earth and vegetation between his mouth and nose, and smiled slightly:
"People live a hundred years, which is rare in ancient and modern times. The old Taoist himself is satisfied, so why should you be sad?"
Both of them fell silent, and even Li Chuang felt a little sour in his heart.
This place is not far from the Northwest Road.
After a few people walked slowly, they could already see the outline of the city wall. Here, there were already many merchants, and there were also many farmers working on the endless farmland outside the city.
In the tea shop next to the official road, the old Taoist asked for a few cups of tea and sat down.
"That day, in the long street, the alien master Ma Longtu came to attack and kill him. No one could stop him. Only Daxia Yang stepped forward and killed Ma Longtu with three punches..."
"Three punches? One punch! I heard that that day, Daxia Yang punched like the sunset. With just one punch, he wiped out Ma Longtu and three hundred foreign masters!"
"So awesome?!"
…
Next to me, someone was talking loudly and spitting.
Several people had different expressions, and the old Taoist was also somewhat interested, so he started asking.
"I heard some accents, are they from Baizhou? No wonder I don't know Yang Daxia, Yang, Yang..."
The man was young but spoke eloquently. When he turned around and saw Qin Si, he suddenly started to stutter.
"Little plum, you can't tell the girl when you see her?"
A companion burst out laughing.
"Go! Go! Go!"
The young man named Xiao Lizi turned red, gave his companion a hard shove, and then said:
"Speaking of Master Yang, that's incredible! His martial arts is at its peak, which is rare in the world. How amazing is Ma Longtu?
How can the Northwest King be so arrogant? But he is no match for his three punches and two kicks..."
Old, old man?
The sadness in Qin Si's heart was almost blown away, but Zhao Kun couldn't help but interrupt:
"You kid, what are you bragging about? I heard that the kid named Yang seems to be less than 30 years old..."
"nonsense!"
The young man was also quite unconvinced: "You are talking nonsense! The last time Daxia Yang went out of the city to collect the documents from Xingli and Lizhou, I saw it with my own eyes!"
"He is an old man riding a dragon horse. He is two feet tall and has white beard and hair..."
"Hahaha!"
Zhao Kun finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, almost crying.
Li Chuang became a little restrained and couldn't help but smile.
Smiling as he watched the children playing around, Zhenyan sighed in his heart. Although the words of the tea patrons in this tea shop were quite exaggerated, many important things were not false.
For example, Changjie fought against Ma Longtu, suppressed the Northwest King outside the city, and forced Monk Xujing, the abbot of Dayan Temple, to retreat...
For another example, he opened warehouses to provide relief, suppressed the eight major families, purged officials, recruited new troops, and faced the rebels...
Each of these items may be exaggerated or untrue.
But from it, he could also see that his journey was not easy. One person came to a city, and in the eyes of ordinary people, this was majestic.
But only you know how hard it is.
"Little friend Yang, this journey has been really hard, and I really admire the veteran..."
The old Taoist sighed, attracting everyone's attention.
Everyone followed his gaze and saw a goshawk coming from the south. With a long eagle cry, a swordsman in black clothes stepped down.
His speed was so fast that he had already arrived in front of the tea shop before the sound of the eagle's cry fell.
When everyone looked around, they saw a man walking like a dragon and a tiger. Although he was not handsome, he had an unforgettable aura.
"It's just a trivial thing. It's nothing like hard work. It doesn't deserve praise from real people."
When the words fell, Yang Yu had already walked into the tea shop. He didn't care about anything else, and directly lowered his palms and pressed them on the back of the old Taoist who was dying and seemed to be dying soon.
However, once the true energy enters, my heart skips a beat, which is more than shocking.
If it could be said that half a year ago, Lao Dao's body was like a sieve with loopholes everywhere, then now, many small holes have been connected together.
The whole thing is a big hole!
When the true energy enters, more than 90% of the 10% will be dissipated, and the rest is not enough to heal his injuries...
With such an injury, if it were him, he would have died immediately, without any chance of survival. However, Master Zhenyan has been resisting for so long.
But it has reached its limit...
"Taoist Master, your body..."
After a moment, Yang Yu let go of his hand and frowned.
These days, although he has not yet hit all the apertures, relying on the Great Human Yuan Pill in the secret vault, his true energy is much deeper than before.
pity……
"Little friend, there is no need to exert any effort. The tea cup is intact and will be full when you pour water into it. But if it breaks, no matter how much water you add, it will not be full..."
The old Taoist seemed very indifferent, even though he knew that he was about to die soon.
Compared to this, what he was more curious about was:
"Has your practice of observing the precepts really come true?"
"It's done."
Yang Yu replied in his mouth, and with a change of thought, he urged him to go to the secluded place and peek into the Book of Life and Death.
The old Taoist's spiritual practice was so much higher than his that even Tongyou couldn't see his destiny, even if he was undefended.
But with the book of life and death, it's different.
According to legend, the reputation of the judge is far inferior to that of those ancient great gods. However, with the help of the book of the underworld, it can draw the souls of the great sages of the demon clan into the netherworld!
Although the broken page of the book does not have such ability, it can cooperate with the passage to the secluded world, and the mantra has come to his realm, which makes it different.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
This chapter is also being supplemented, there should be two more chapters today!