Qingcheng Mountain is now recognized as the leader of Taoism in the martial arts world. It is much higher than the Wudang Mountain, which has a century-old tradition, and the Longhu Mountain, which has a Taoist priest named Zhang in charge, because they have produced a Taoist monarch.
No one knows the name of the Taoist Master. All they know is that at the Jianghu Dao Conference that year, this tall young Taoist master rode a crane and could draw down thunder from the sky with a wave of his hand. He easily defeated the other two sect leaders and won the championship of the Dao Conference for Qingcheng Mountain. From that day on, he was also honored as the Taoist Master by the world's Taoist sects. Afterwards, Qingcheng Mountain set up the Tianshi Mansion in the mountain despite the opposition of Longhu Mountain. The seven most prestigious Taoist masters in the sect were collectively called the Seven Tianshi. The mountain was very popular, far surpassing the other two sects, and it has been so until today.
The Taoist priest set up another Taoist temple in Qingcheng Mountain. He stayed in seclusion in the temple all year round and rarely went out to see people. It was rumored in the martial arts world that the Taoist priest had reached the realm of half-step immortality and practiced in seclusion in the Taoist temple just to seek that one chance. There were two lions guarding outside the Taoist temple. Their roars shook the sky and the earth, and ordinary people could not approach. But when Dongfang Xiaoyue walked to the gate of the Taoist temple, she saw only a very elegant and secluded small courtyard. There was a plaque hanging above the gate with four words written on it - Xiaoxiao Dongtian.
"This handwriting is really beautiful." Dongfang Xiaoyue exclaimed.
Daojun smiled and said, "The calligraphy bestowed by the great Confucian sage himself must be good."
Dongfang Xiaoyue lowered her head and looked. Of course, there were no lions guarding outside the Taoist temple. Instead, on the stone steps on both sides, there were two large tabby cats lying in the warm sunshine, squinting their eyes and yawning.
"Sometimes I really envy your life. They all say that you are half a step away from becoming an immortal, but you can stay in this small cave every day. Isn't it more comfortable than being an immortal?" Dongfang Xiaoyue bent down and scratched the head of one of the big cats, then stood up and walked inside.
"If the troubles in this world really have nothing to do with me, then it would be truly comfortable." Daojun also walked forward.
"What is considered as disturbance in the world?" Dongfang Xiaoyue asked.
"You came to find me because of the troubles in this world." Daojun replied directly.
Dongfang Xiaoyue shook her head helplessly and said, "An old friend came to drink tea, but you said it was a disturbance. If I hadn't been used to your temper, I would have been sad for a while."
"If you really just come to me for a cup of tea, then I would naturally think it's fine. But every time you come to me when you are about to die, of course I don't think it's good." Daojun and Dongfang Xiaoyue walked to the pavilion in the courtyard together. Daojun sat down, fiddled with the tea set on the table and began to make tea.
Dongfang Xiaoyue said helplessly: "I can only blame myself for not learning the skills well enough back then."
Daojun sighed softly: "If you hadn't saved me back then, you could have escaped unscathed."
Dongfang Xiaoyue waved her hand: "Let's not talk about this anymore. It's all in the past."
"Is it over?" Daojun said quietly, "Several Heavenly Masters have been meditating in their dreams these past few days and have seen the mountain again."
"What?" Dongfang Xiaoyue frowned slightly.
"They said that the mountain is getting closer and clearer. At this rate, perhaps we will be able to see the mountain again soon." Daojun poured a cup of tea, gently blew away the hot air above, and pushed it in front of Dongfang Xiaoyue.
Dongfang Xiaoyue no longer had the mood to drink tea: "Why so fast?"
"You mean the war is coming? You mean the chaos in the martial arts world. Shanglin Palace has long been unable to control the various factions in the world. The arrival of the new chaos is actually a few years later than I thought." Daojun took a sip of tea slowly. "But when that mountain comes to the shore again, what will these chaos in the martial arts world mean?"
Dongfang Xiaoyue took a long breath, then drank a cup of tea. After pondering for a long time, she slowly said, "But now it's different from the past. This time, we don't have Su Han."
Daojun took a sip of tea and said, "Yes, we no longer have Su Han. And in the past ten years, has there been another Su Han in this world?"
Dongfang Xiaoyue smiled bitterly and said, "Not only is there no second Su Han, but we also lost Nangong Yunhuo and the entire Tianmen Holy Sect. Only the scattered Shanglin Heavenly Palace is left, and I am half useless, and you have magical powers but cannot use them."
"I had a dream yesterday. I dreamed of a young man." Daojun's tone was somewhat relaxed, as if he was not that concerned about the huge threat that was about to come. "The young man was dressed in white, carrying a weapon box on his back. He looked high-spirited and reminded me of Su Han back then."
"You Taoists talk in mysterious ways. You either see a fairy mountain in meditation or you meet a young man in a dream." Dongfang Xiaoyue said helplessly, "There is no other way. If what the Heavenly Masters saw is true, then I can only risk my dying body to fight them."
Daojun smiled: "Looking at your current appearance and listening to you say this, I don't know why, I always want to laugh. But more than ten years have passed, and there are no young people who can become Su Han in the world?"
"I once thought the second child could do it, but he passed away so early because of me. As for the other children, they are still too young." Dongfang Xiaoyue shook her head and said, "They are all very talented, but they still have a long way to go."
"Su Han was also very young back then." Daojun put down the teacup, "Xie Kanhua was also very young back then. But it was this group of young people who almost created a new world. If there is a chance, take me to meet those kids you mentioned. I have a feeling that the young man I dreamed of is among them."
"Among those children, one is the young master of Tianxiaoyun Realm, Feng Yuhan's only son, named Feng Zuojun. Another is the third son of the Xie family among the four major families, named Xie Yuling. The remaining one you have seen, she is the daughter of Nangong Yuwen and Xie Kanhua, named Nangong Xier." Dongfang Xiaoyue also put down the teacup, raised her hands lightly, and raised her true energy.
Daojun nodded: "They are all sons of old friends."
"The child I met recently is Xie Kanhua's apprentice. He has been following Xie Kanhua all these years. He has good qualifications, but both Xie Kanhua and I hope that he can live a peaceful and happy life." Dongfang Xiaoyue shook her head, "Unfortunately, things don't go as planned."
"Oh?" Daojun clearly heard the concern in Dongfang Xiaoyue's tone when she mentioned the child.
"His name is Su Baiyi." Dongfang Xiaoyue said in a deep voice.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I can be sure now that it was this child that I dreamed about.” Daojun stretched out a finger and pointed it at Dongfang Xiaoyue’s brow, “Let’s not talk about this for now. After you said those words just now, I feel that your last breath is about to be released.”
Dongfang Xiaoyue closed her eyes and waved her hands. The Qi in her body was dispersed in an instant: "Can you make me return to the age of seventeen or eighteen?"
"I can't do that." Daojun shook his head, "But at least I can let you keep your current appearance for at least three years."
"Okay." Dongfang Xiaoyue nodded.
"Here it comes." Daojun shouted softly, and a stream of purple air flowed out from his fingers and injected into the center of Dongfang Xiaoyue's eyebrows.
At the same time, the two tabby cats that were lying outside the Taoist temple, lazily basking in the sun, suddenly stood up, their fur exploded, and they made threatening sounds from their throats. However, there was no one in front of them, not even a sparrow flew by.
Dongfang Xiaoyue closed his eyes tightly, sweat instantly seeped out of his forehead, and his skin turned purple for a while, and then burned red. After several cycles, he slowly opened his eyes and smiled bitterly, "How long has it been?"
Daojun retracted his finger: "In the blink of an eye."
Dongfang Xiaoyue wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "But I feel like it's as long as a reincarnation."
Daojun poured himself another cup of tea: "I injected a stream of light into your body, which can help you stabilize your true energy. This stream of light is originally used to kill people, so you will naturally feel unbearable pain. How do you feel now?"
Dongfang Xiaoyue stretched out a finger and gently scratched, and saw the falling leaves in the distance were instantly cut in half. He smiled and said, "As expected of you, Master Daojun, who is half a step away from becoming a True Immortal. I don't think I will die anytime soon."
Daojun sighed and said, "This method can only be used once. If you rest and recuperate from now on, living a good life for ten years will not be a problem. But if you really want to fight to the death and do it again, even gods will not be able to save you."
"Don't worry." Dongfang Xiaoyue stood up, "I will definitely choose to fight to the death."
"You are a child." Daojun shook his head and patted Dongfang Xiaoyue's head. Dongfang Xiaoyue closed her eyes and lay down on the chair, seeming to fall asleep. Daojun drank the tea in the cup and closed his eyes. The Flowing Light Technique just now also consumed a lot of his mind.
"Su Baiyi, Su Baiyi, it's a good name. It seems that as long as you hear these three words, you can imagine what a young boy looks like."