Chapter 852 The law should not be taught lightly, nor should it be practiced lightly...
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In the sea of clouds, the goshawk flapped its wings, and suddenly dozens of miles of wind and snow passed by. The speed was so fast that Jiang Xiazi's face turned pale again on the eagle's back.
"Now that I have the Tao and Fruits in my hand, I don't think about practicing to become an immortal or a Buddha. I just run around all day long and don't know what to do!"
In the cold wind, Beihai Longjun couldn't help but open his eyes and looked at Yang Yu, who was sitting cross-legged in front of him, seemingly concentrating, and sneered again and again.
After a year of running around, I had less than a month's rest before I started running back and forth again. Even Jiang Xiazi, not to mention his inhuman body, felt very tired.
"Shut up!"
Jiang Xiazi completely agreed, but he still scolded him in a low voice.
"The Lord of the Ten Capitals, you have surrendered to the common people. You are truly a disgrace to us. It's ridiculous that you are not ashamed of it, but rather proud of it!"
Beihai Longjun didn't even look at him, sneered and closed his eyes.
"Things that are neither human nor ghosts are here to teach poor Taoists a lesson?"
Jiang Xiazi was furious when he heard this.
Beihai Longjun was also furious:
"You bastard, how dare you insult me?!"
On the back of the eagle, the two people's faces turned red and they cursed each other angrily.
But a few feet apart, Yang Yu sat quietly with his eyes closed, but he didn't bother to pay attention to this person and the dragon.
His mind was floating among the sea of clouds, as if he could overlook the earth, and even vaguely could glimpse the stretching military camp.
He really didn't care about attacking Ding'an.
After the Battle of Dayan Mountain, the masters of the Lian Sheng Sect who lost their restraints fled or died under the oppression of Feng Wushuang. Regardless of backlash or not, the foundation of Ding'an Dao was missing.
Not to mention the support of the entire Northwest Road, even if not, Qin Lihu's ability can still pacify it.
You must know that in the book of life and death, Qin Lihu's original trajectory was that when the foreign races broke through and the Central Plains fell, he recovered the three lands and welcomed the old emperor back.
His luck is by no means inferior to that of Li Chuang. In fact, if he hadn't yet discovered the Taoist Fruit of Martial Arts, he would have already become a Martial Saint.
After a brief sweep, Yang Yu concentrated on himself.
Only a part of his mind was left unattended, and his mind followed the mysterious induction and entered the Nine-Nine Mysterious Gong realm again.
Except for himself, this accompanying illusion among Fang Xiaoyang is not always accessible to ordinary people, but there are opportunities to enter.
This is the third time that he has entered the Jiujiu Xuan Gong realm.
Buzz!
It seemed that an invisible barrier had been broken through, and he seemed to hear that desolate and vague sigh again.
That is an extremely ancient Taoist text,
"Saint...Immortal, great..."
"The thieves don't stop!"
I suddenly opened my eyes, and I saw that it was still the same antique-looking room with a spiritual spring inside it and an incredible amount of spiritual softness.
【Nine-Nine Mysterious Gong Realm(?)】
【Level:?】
[Quality: Jiuyao (extreme)]
【Introduction:…………】
[Status: Not open]
[Identity:... Thirty-six Cave Heaven, Xuan Tian Bao Miao Tian, the disciple of Zhongmiao Mountain, the Eighteen Immortal Mountains, Yuzhu Mountain, the disciple of Zhenren Yuyu, the Fourteenth True Successor, the disciple of Zhong Quan, the direct disciple, Huanyangzi...]
"The meaning of "Unopened" is that one day, this realm of Xuan Gong will appear in this world like a square-inch fairy mountain..."
"elder brother……"
Before Yang Yu could sense the difference between this time and the last time, his younger brother's timid cry could be heard in his heart...
Entering the illusion requires support, and what he is using at the moment is still the body of his younger brother in this illusion.
"I, I didn't go anywhere..."
Xiao Yangjian carefully explained:
"The door won't open..."
"Um……"
Yang Yu was about to ask when his heart suddenly moved and he restrained himself. He only heard a 'squeak' sound.
The door that he couldn't push open was pushed open by someone.
Wearing an antique robe
The square-looking middle-aged man smiled an unusually stiff smile:
"Junior brother, you have devoted yourself to meditation in the past few years and have never done anything wrong again. Master is so pleased that he has specially removed your restraining spell in advance.
You can come out now!"
Grounding curse?
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly, and he immediately said:
"Thank you, senior brother."
"My fellow apprentices, why are you so polite?"
The middle-aged Taoist smiled:
"Master still feels sorry for you. Knowing that the Patriarch is here today and will explain the 'Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques' at the Purple Qi Platform, that's why he came into contact with your foot-stopping spell in advance..."
"The Patriarch preached?"
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.
Judging from his current status, this patriarch,
Should it be Zhenren Yuyu from Yuzhu Mountain, a disciple of Zhongmiao Mountain?
"Let's go."
Yang Yu kept his identity, lowered his head and followed without saying a word. His calm demeanor made the middle-aged Taoist nod his head.
Outside the window, the night is thick, there are only a few stars in the high sky, and there is silence in the fairy mountain.
But Yang Yu could vaguely see, in the night, the outlines of the fairy mountains rising from the ground to the sky.
And the looming temple and fairyland.
Along the way, he didn't say a word, contemplating this fairyland. Not long after, the middle-aged Taoist stopped at a high platform.
Instructed in a low voice:
"Junior brother, the Patriarch will show up only when he is young. Follow me and don't mess around..."
"Senior brother, don't worry."
Yang Yu was speechless.
Along the way, the middle-aged Taoist warned him at least a dozen times. What kind of temperament did this original owner have that could make his own senior brother so distrustful?
Woohoo~
The high platform is a thousand feet high. It is extremely open and covered with white jade. It is thousands of feet in diameter. There are thousands of Taoists sitting on it.
This does not seem to be based on seniority. The two came late and sat at the end.
Up here, it was silent, with more than a thousand Taoists sitting cross-legged, but the entire high platform was eerily quiet, without any noise.
"Brother, what are they doing?" Yang Yu was calm, but in his heart, Xiao Yang Jian couldn't bear his temper. The two of them shared a perspective and saw this scene.
"Learn from one thing. When you come in later, remember not to mess around. Everything is about learning..."
Yang Yu silently taught his younger brother.
No one can be born with scheming and talented little Yang Jian. When he was six or seven years old, he was also heartless.
However, he heard his brother's caution and silently made a note of it in his mind.
He liked his brother very much in this state. He would not scold him, but he could vaguely sense his brother's kindness, which made him very comfortable and happy.
Outside, my brother is very fierce and scary...
"...Whether you are here or in the outside world, you must always have a heart of awe..."...
"Don't fight with others unless you have to, but if someone offends me, do it quickly and swiftly..."
"Before you do anything, think about yourself and your mother-in-law..."
…
Being extremely bored, Yang Yu started chatting with his little brother in his mind. Of course, he was talking most of the time.
In the past month, he has really been teaching Xiao Yangjian martial arts and some ways of conducting himself in the world.
During this period, when he was refining the ingredients, he also took this little guy with him to guide him in martial arts and let him realize that life is not easy and people's hearts are sinister.
However, he was too young after all, and he had developed a fearless temperament under his wings over the years. He was not sure how much he would learn.
"Uh-huh!"
In his heart, Xiao Yangjian nodded repeatedly and asked questions from time to time:
"Brother, before you do anything, do you think about your mother-in-law and sister-in-law first?"
"nature!"
Yang Yu replied:
"Brother came out this time just to eliminate the troubles for you and prevent others from being here.
Secretly threatening us..."
when!
when!
when!
The exchange between the brothers was interrupted by the loud ringing of the bell.
Time has arrived.
Buzz!
The moment Yang Yu raised his head, he saw a tall and tall old Taoist standing on the high platform.
"What kind of realm is this old Taoist..."
Yang Prison was shocked.
Since coming here, he has been highly focused, even when communicating with Xiao Yang.
But when the old Taoist appeared, he had no feeling at all, as if he was supposed to be there, and had been here before eternity!
How could he not be moved by this?
The Taoist was dressed in a gray robe, holding a snow-white whisk in his hand. His beard and hair were all white, but his face was as red as a baby's.
His aura is restrained, but he can still feel the vitality within that is as vast as the sea of stars.
"Ancestor!"
When the bell rang, all the Taoists stood up and bowed to pay homage.
"sit."
The old Taoist flicked his whisk, and all the Taoists couldn't help but sit down one after another.
"Today, we are still talking about the 'Eight Nine Mysterious Techniques'. If we can practice this method to great perfection, perhaps there will not be a glimmer of hope in the catastrophe!"
Contrary to Yang Yu's expectation, this old Taoist's sermon was very simple, without any nonsense or mystery.
From the precautions for getting started, to the difficulties in getting started with this method, to how to absorb the tribulation energy, how to cultivate transformation, and choose transformation...
After a long time, when white mist appeared on the horizon, the old Taoist just stopped talking, and in the audience, disciples already stood up:
"I dare to ask the Patriarch, how to choose when changing Xuan Gong? Is there a difference between up and down?"
"There is no set formula for changes in Xuan Gong. Just as all kalpas are impermanent, the decision to change is only made by the heart..."
The old Taoist knows everything and says:
"Xuan Gong is like supernatural power. Even though there are similarities, there is no similarity! The essence of Eight-Nine Xuan Gong lies in change, so its practice also contains endless changes!
Only you can defeat this, how can others be your master?"
"Disciples are taught!"
The Taoist gave a long bow, his sleeves hanging to the ground. "Do you still have any questions?"
The old man spoke again.
After that, more than a dozen Taoists stood up one after another and asked. The old Taoist talked endlessly and explained one by one. It was already the second day when they all answered.
The bell rang again, signaling the end of the sermon...
"I'll be waiting to send you off to our ancestor!"
All the Taoists stood up and bowed to see him off, while the old Taoist waved his hand and told the Taoists to disperse.
And his gaze fell on the corner of the high platform:
"Huanyangzi, stop!"
"Um?!"
Yang Yu's heart was shaken, and he almost thought he had been noticed.
What kind of eyes is this?
The moment it fell down on itself, he felt as if a big sun was rising in front of him. The immeasurable light dispersed everything and occupied everything, freezing his thoughts and perceptions.
He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but thinking about his little brother, he carried it on and suppressed his thoughts of retreat.
When he regained consciousness, he had already involuntarily arrived in front of Lao Dao.
The old man lowered his eyes:
"If the Dharma is not taught, there will be no destiny, and if the Tao is not accessible to the six ears, little one, has your family never taught you this truth?"
"Brother, let's go quickly..."
There was a scream in his heart, but Yang Yu calmed down. His mind was spinning, and he didn't know what the old man had discovered.
But he still shows off his tactics at every turn:
"If there is no fate, how can we meet here? It means there is fate. As for the six ears, if the seniors don't want to pass it on, how can the juniors hear it even if they have thousands of ears?"
Phew~
There was silence on the Purple Air Platform.
"Interesting, interesting..."
The old Taoist stared at it for a long time and then
I don’t know what I saw, or I guessed something, and my expression softened:
"Since we are destined, before you leave, I have one more message for you..."
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly. He still didn't know what this veteran was thinking at this moment, but he still bowed:
"Appreciate further details."
"Ha~"
The old Taoist flutters his fly whisk, leaving behind a message:
"If you don't give in when faced with a calamity, break it off when it's time..."