Chapter 715

Xu Yangyi walked slowly on the bamboo covered ground of Qingcheng Mountain.

Autumn ground, stepped on a "Zizi" sound, touch with a soft. Green yellow bamboo leaves mixed with pine needles, as if to the whole mountain on the carpet.

Although he went to see friar Yuan Ying, he was not nervous at all. After all, he is his only blood relative.

"Does Qingcheng Mountain know where you are?" They walked silently along the way, looking at the ancient trees like dragons and listening to the birds' chirping, but they were speechless all the way. Finally, Xu Yangyi could not help but open his mouth.

"I don't know." Xuanchengzi's hands were in the Taoist robe. Although he was a young monk now, he walked with a kind of senility and a little burden on his back. Originally, his middle-aged face had a look of vicissitudes: "Qingcheng Mountain only knew that there was Yuanying, but he didn't know that he was an old man."

A bird flew through the woods and landed on his shoulder. The mottled sunlight cast down from the vigorous ancient trees, shining out a piece of peaceful light and shadow. The two continued to be speechless. After hundreds of years, their ancestors and descendants met. No one knew what to say.

It's true that they are related by blood, but after a long time, they are like passers-by.

Step on the soft and solid ground, along the mountain path, they have been walking towards the hinterland of Qingcheng Mountain. After walking for about two hours, there are almost all the mountain walls in front of us. However, in the two mountain walls, there is a winding path, which is less than one meter wide.

At the same time, xuanchengzi lost his divine light in his eyes and was paralyzed to the ground. Xu Yangyi was silent for a moment and walked slowly towards the path.

Ancient pine climbing, tired birds hanging empty, the scenery on both sides is very charming. It seems that no one has ever stepped in here, and there is almost no way out. However, there was a faint sound of guzheng and silk.

After another ten minutes, he walked around a bamboo forest, and the scenery was bright.

An old but clean Taoist temple stands in the bamboo forest. Behind the Taoist temple is a green mountain. A spring flows down the mountain, forming a 20-30-meter pool on the ground. You can see the bottom clearly. Lotus leaves flutter on it one after another, and even a small water wheel two or three meters high turns.

A koi wandering in the pool, like clouds under the blue sky. In front of the Taoist temple, under the bamboo grove, an old Taoist is pressing his hands on the guzheng to tune leisurely.

On both sides, there are four little Taoists with Yu, flute, Pipa and Guqin in their hands. They are about seventeen or eighteen years old and have beautiful eyes.

"When..." just as Xu Yangyi stepped in, a gentle guzheng sound sounded, and an old voice slowly sang: "rolling Yangtze River East Water..."

With the beginning of his voice, the four Taoist priests around him suddenly accompanied him with cadence. They were very well organized. Five kinds of musical instruments interweaved into a magnificent sound wave, The bamboo leaves in the forest were rattling.

Old fingers pluck strings, some turbid eyes with endless distance, light wind blowing, hair flying: "waves washed out heroes."

Xu Yangyi's eyes became cautious.

In two words, there is no fluctuation of the aura of heaven and earth. However, around him, you can clearly see that all the bamboo forests are shaken, and the withered and yellow bamboo leaves are falling.

But his footstep, unexpectedly by these fallen leaves dead to block in the periphery!

"Right and wrong, success or failure, turn head empty, Castle Peak is still in..." slender fingers dance rhythmically, Hu Jia, flute, blowing out a sense of stirring: "a few sunset red."

With the play of this song, the surrounding area of tens of meters, all the sound disappeared, a forest bird fluttered out, fluttering. Beyond that, however, everything was quiet.

Under the boundless bamboo leaves, through the gap between the leaves, Xu Yangyi narrowed his eyes slightly in the intermittent field of vision that can be heard by the needle falling.

Test?

severity shown by an official on assuming office?

Without words, looking straight at and drooping eyes, leisurely and dignified, one young and one old, he not only has no fear in his heart, but has a fierce sense of war.

In the tranquility, Xu Yangyi's eyes swept the bamboo leaves all over the sky. When they fell, they formed a complex array, and... Every second is completely different. We must find out the only way to pass.

Opportunity, only a moment.

"White haired fisherman and woodcutter, on Jiangzhu. I'm used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. " As if the old man didn't see him, he played the zither meticulously. At the moment, there are two or three sentences left, and the song of linjiangxian will be over. If he doesn't go in before the last word falls, even if the other side releases the ban, he will be deeply humiliated.

Suddenly, the old man's voice became loud: "a pot of turbid wine, happy to meet."

"Many things, ancient and modern, are negative..."Right now!

Between the lightning and flint, Xu Yangyi moved, his body turned into a blue light, and went straight to the bamboo leaves and the group.

The green light blinked, and a bamboo leaf rustled behind. For a moment, there was a narrow passage between all the bamboo leaves.

"Laughing."

When the last word fell, his figure was standing in front of the old man. Meanwhile, the old man pressed the guzheng with his hands, and the strings hummed gently.

I don't have a bamboo leaf.

If you live in a cluster of flowers, every leaf will not touch your body.

"Not bad." The old man waved, and the four boys immediately bowed deeply to Xu Yangyi and stepped back.

"There is a rumor that you are the first person under Yuanying?" He gently waved his hand, a futon appeared in front of the table, and then two cups of fragrant tea floated in: "the name is true."

Xu Yangyi sat down, took a sip of the tea cup, and suddenly his eyes brightened.

All the aura, from the mouth has been diffuse into the chest, even let him dry aura added some.

"Dahongpao. The real half of the tea on the tree. I'm only half a kilo. " The old man brushed his white beard leisurely and said, "once you enter the golden elixir, the world is totally different from the past. We must seize the opportunity to improve our spiritual power all the time. Food, clothing, housing and transportation are indispensable. Every gold elixir's daily accounts are enough to make a gas refiner feel ashamed. "

Xu Yangyi took another deep sip, did not answer, but carefully looked at the old man in front of him.

Ordinary.

This is the first feeling, there is no brilliant place, he simply can't feel the fluctuation of each other's spiritual power, let alone explore each other's realm. Just like an ordinary person sitting in front of him.

"What do you call it?" He asked, raising the cup.

"Xu Fangyuan. Born in 1582 ad, in the reign of emperor Shenzong of Ming Dynasty. At the beginning of Yuanying. " The old man seemed to have some emotion. Looking at the teacup in his hand, he reflected his old figure. After a long time, he slowly said, "do you know why I play this Linjiang fairy?"

Without waiting for Xu Yangyi to answer, he calmly said: "life is like a dream, even if a generation of emperors how brilliant, but the Castle Peak is still there, several sunset red."

"Look at the flowers blooming year by year. No one can live forever. There is nothing permanent. It's as powerful as Gu Xiu, and it's just a flick of the finger. This song, the road to life and death honor and disgrace, read the world long, only Cang but tears. When I feel restless, I play a song

"Immortality, eternity, immortality, legend, from ancient times to the present, how many people move forward towards these terms, but... How many people really achieve it?"

Xu Yangyi raised his head and looked at the tired birds in the forest. He didn't feel his heart moved. Suddenly, he said slowly, "then... Is there no longevity?"

Silence again.

Two minutes later, Xu Fangyuan turned around and looked deeply into Xu Yangyi's eyes: "yes."

"Asked four territory, refining gas, building foundation, Jindan, Yuanying. After that, it is said that few people have reached the second realm of flying immortals. Once flying immortals, they are truly immortal. Unless they are killed in battle, they will live with the world and never die. After nine robberies, the Dharma body is forever fixed. "

Xu Yangyi took a sip of tea.

Before Jindan, he knelt down to build the foundation, after Jindan, Wanbang came to Korea and broke into three provinces and fifty-one cities, which Huaxia Shiruo did not see. Kill Nangong Wujiu and destroy Nangong family, which turns a deaf ear to the practitioners.

Countless friars knelt down under themselves, and their words made the highest * * look at them. This feeling, enjoy once, unless this person is willing to mediocre, otherwise no one can give up.

And he is not willing to be mediocre.

He understood why the ancient emperors wanted to live forever all the time. This feeling that one word can be used as the law of the world really made people who had tasted it once unable to let go.

"I have avenged myself in the tower of Babel." He blew the tea, looking at the flying tea: "at that time, I had a moment of confusion. I'm still alive. Why? I want to live or not

"You seem to have the answer." Xu Fangyuan finally smiles.

Xu Yangyi nodded: "yes, I have never thought that practice has such a profound influence on me. At that time, I had only one idea, that is... I want to go to the top. Look at the different scenes. "

"Good." Xu Fangyuan stroked his beard and laughed: "failure is not greater than heart death, worry is not greater than ambition. Monk, choose one from thousands of Li, walk on this single wooden bridge where thousands of people fight to cross, and be willing to be mediocre, that's sin. "

Looking up at the sky and laughing and going out, are we Penghao people.Both of them seem to see the same sentence in each other's eyes. They hold the teacup in the distance, touch it in the air and drink it down.

This is not a big idea, but the instinct of human beings, or intelligent creatures.

The lion group has the lion king, and the wolf group has the wolf king. From the way of refining gas to kneeling down and worshipping, to building the foundation, to the one hundred thousand Jindan immortal, after straightening up, no one wants to go back to the original submissive, life can't help themselves. Everyone wants to go to the highest peak in the world and see how many gorgeous colors there are in the world opened by practice. Let's see if we can call ourselves ancestors in this plane.

Or the desire to explore, or the stronger instinct will, who can tell?

Feather snake god once said that the choice of the road, in any case, also want to finish. No regret for death. Now, he understood the meaning