Dao Zun Tai Heng raised the corners of his lips slightly. He hadn't laughed in such a long time that he couldn't make a smile and looked stiff. But he spoke softly and eloquently:
"That year, your master didn't die, and you were only nineteen years old. Your master brought you to the valley, and asked me to help you choose a good name. He said that you are dull and honest by nature. I hope you will be more alert in the future, so I will take it.' Seeing the word 'wei', your master is satisfied."
There are only a few people who live up to their names and are actually only a few. In reality, taking a name is an expectation, and expectations often do not come true. Zhou Yi was right about one thing, if Yuan Ziye or Qian Yuzhi were the people of today's affairs, they would probably have been alerted early and would not go to the appointment alone, or even step into Jingsi Valley at all.
Seeing that Wei Zhenren heard Tai Heng mention the old things, a tinge of pain flashed in his eyes.
Taoist Taiheng continued: "You have been the head for so many years, have you forgotten about this? Before Ji Xiao became 'invincible in the world', who supported the Hanshan portal and sheltered the Hanshan disciples, you also forgot? My age I'm old, but my memory is much better than your young people... I have nothing to do today, and it's rare to have time to chat with you."
If it weren't for the blood on the ground and the cold purple light of the formation, he would be like a kind and friendly elder who greets his younger generation at home.
The head touched the wound when he spoke, but he gritted his teeth and reluctantly said, "I remember!" His blood spread on the glazed bricks, seeping into the gaps between the floor tiles.
"Do you remember?" Tai Heng asked himself and answered, "The masters of Ji Xiao and Hu Si were in the Hinayana realm until they died, and your master still has a point of interest, in the early stage of the Mahayana. As for me, I entered the metamorphosis two hundred years ago. God realm, where was Ji Xiao at that time? He just entered the Dao... You don't remember at all, just look at who is stronger, and support whoever."
The head took a deep breath: "Strength is one of the rules, but it's not the only rule. The world is big, and the truth is the greatest. No matter who you and Ji Xiao are, they are no bigger than the 'reason' between heaven and earth! You acted biased later, no To be reasonable, I naturally don't want to let you drive me."
Immortal Tai Heng laughed instead of being angry, feeling that Jian Wei had not yet recognized the situation: "Are you reasoning with me? You dare to teach me a lesson? I am your elder, not your short-lived apprentice."
The apprentice, short-lived, secret realm, the head closed his eyes: "Cui Jing, you..." He was at a loss for words.
"Cui Jing can't come back." Zhou Yi said, "Might as well let you be a clear ghost, a secret realm participating disciple, as long as you haven't left for the last three days, you won't be able to come back. Cui Jing is very strong, and you have the expectation of winning the championship. Rely on him, he will definitely stay until the end." Only the elite disciples of the elders of Hanshan who obeyed the instructions will come back.
The sect master's face was pale, and his breath declined.
"Ji Xiao's previous rules aroused public anger, so with this cooperation, this is the general trend." Tai Heng restrained his smile and said indifferently:
"Someone told me something, I think it makes sense - a practitioner can go against the sky, but not against the general trend of the world."
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The scales are as large as the mouth of a bowl. Yu Qishu thought, I understand the truth, but why are the fish scales so big
The deep roar contained coercion, like an ancient beast awakening from the abyss. Yu Qishu's heart trembled when she heard the sound, and the hand holding the golden scales trembled slightly. There are such large scales falling off, or is it a koi? What kind of monster is it that can make such a sound
The small pond I saw before, is it really a pond
The deep sea was turbulent, and the violent currents washed away, dragging him to sink deeper. In the heavy darkness, Yu Qishu saw a golden light, like a golden ribbon, the same color as the light on the scales in his hand, but stronger.
He struggled to swim towards the golden light. The closer the golden light was, the brighter it became. It illuminated the underwater sediment, the pearls among the sediments, the gorgeous corals, and the fine fish and shrimp among the corals. The sediment accumulation is slightly shallower, showing various terrains of vertical and horizontal ravines, mountains and deep valleys. Yu Qishu was not frightened by this underwater scene until he could see the "golden light", which slowly swam over his head from far to near. Not a ribbon or a beam of light, the behemoth was more than ten feet long, with a body like a giant snake and a head like a tiger's head.
"Jiao?" Yu Qishu even forgot to blink, a heart almost jumped out of his chest, his figure was not as big as Jiao's claws, and he saw two other "golden lights" meandering.
Not one, but three. Because there are three koi.
"It turned out to be so, it turned out to be so." Yu Qishu thought.
When he first climbed Changchun Peak, Meng Xueli gave him a lesson for the first time, teaching him close combat skills at the observation deck on the verdant peak of the meadow. Later, the senior brother Xiao Tingyun also came. At that time, he asked the senior brother a question - what is the battle of Taoism and the battle of Taoism.
Senior brother's answer is more abstract, more abstract than the sea of clouds rolling around the peak. He seemed to realize something in the dark, but he was still covered with a veil. Until today, for the first time, I saw the magical power of the saint with my own eyes.
It turns out that a pond is a sea.
Three-tailed koi are three Jiaojiao.
The three Jiaojiao gathered together, more than ten feet above the head, a golden light diffused, illuminating the water waves on the bottom of the sea.
The shock of this kind of scene is engraved on the heart of Taoism, not just visual stimulation. Yu Qishu was completely petrified, and drifted with the current until one of the Jiaojiao bowed his head, and one person, one Jiaojiao and four eyes met each other.
Yu Qishu's heart was clenched tightly like a giant's palm. He thought nervously, Master and Brother are not here, I feed you every day. I don't ask for the kindness of feeding, I just hope that you will show mercy. I am small, my cultivation base is low, and my flesh is thick, and it is not enough to fill in the gaps between my teeth.
If Ji Xiao was present at this time, he would definitely tell him that the evil Jiaojiao had learned to swallow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and would no longer eat people.
He heard a few more koans, like the roar of a cow, and like a roar of a tiger, one after another, echoing long and slowly. If Meng Xueli was here, he should be able to understand some ancient Yao clan language.
Sanjiao asked, "Can you-eat-?"
Da Jiao: "It can be- OK, but it is not- necessary. "
Er Jiao: "It's-that-person's-shi-brother."
But there is only Yu Qishu here, he doesn't understand anything, he doesn't know anything. After a while, the excitement in the young man's heart overcame the fear, and he temporarily forgot how to write "scared".
He wanted to get closer and take a closer look at the legendary monster. If today is destined to be the last day of your life, at least you can't waste time in prayer.
But Jiao retracted his gaze. As if they had negotiated, San Jiao swung their tails abruptly and floated upwards. Before Yu Qishu took a step, she was thrown more than ten feet away by the huge current of water rolled up by their tails, and smashed into the sand.
"It's a big loss this time," he thought. "I shouldn't have fed the fish in the first place."
Just as Yu Qishu swallowed a mouthful of blood, she felt the seabed shaking under her body. She thought it was because she was dizzy, or if there was another earthquake after the waterspout.
He barely opened his eyes, and this time, the scene in front of him not only made him forget his fear, but also his pain.
Deep under the sea, between the sand and sand, he saw a sword.
The halberd was smashed into the sand, and the sword body flashed with a soft halo, shaking slightly. With it as the center, the water waves rippling in circles.
The longer the sword trembled, the faster it trembled, causing the seabed to vibrate violently. The dust on the sword body shook off, and Yu Qishu realized that the sword was not broken, cracked, or rusted, but it was smooth like a mirror, reflecting her own face.
Buried in the pond of Changchun Peak, what kind of sword could it be
Unable to speak underwater, he excitedly said, "Chukong Wuya, is that you?"
After he finished speaking, he regretted that I actually transmitted a sound to a sword. Am I crazy? !
"I'm not crazy." Meng Xueli in the secret realm repeated.
Ji Xiao said almost at the same time as him: "I believe."