Chunyang First Headmaster

Chapter 524 Persian Old Man
It was snowing heavily, and the boundless wasteland was already white.

A wrinkled, old man who was so old that he couldn't tell how old he was was walking in the snow with a wooden stick, leaving deep footprints behind him, which would be submerged in snowflakes in a short while.

This old man has a high nose and deep eyes, and is dressed in a typical Persian dress. He is dressed in a coarse linen robe with a cross collar, wide trousers around his ankles, and only the animal-shaped gold plate decoration on his shoulders, which looks a little different from ordinary people.

He has traveled all the way from Persia, and he has walked tens of thousands of miles, but he has never used a means of transportation, and only relies on a pair of feet to measure step by step.It seems that he is not walking fast, but he is faster than a galloping horse after taking a step. After only a few steps, he has already walked more than ten zhang away.

The mountains were already visible in the distance, the old man stopped, squinted his eyes and took a look from a distance, rubbed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Have you been waiting for me for a long time?" .

Xiao Qianli's figure slowly turned out from the bend, and said with a light smile, "You can speak the language of the Central Plains?"

The old man nodded silently, and said, "I came to Dongtu once a long time ago, and I haven't spoken your Chinese for a long time. Now, it sounds kind of friendly!"

"Long time?" Xiao Qianli smiled, "How long?"

The old man frowned, pondered for a while, and said uncertainly: "Maybe 200 years, maybe 300 years... I don't remember clearly."

He raised his head, let the snowflakes fly on his face, and murmured: "That is really a good place, a hundred times stronger than our Persia...It's a pity that you are too xenophobic, and you want to preach, but you are blocked everywhere. I had to fight a few times with your masters from the Central Plains!"

Xiao Qianli looked at the old man quietly, and suddenly asked, "How about the outcome?"

The old man shook his head and sighed: "Of course I lost, otherwise the holy fire has already arrived in the east, so why would it be delayed until this time?"

Xiao Qianli asked curiously: "With your ability, how could you lose so badly?"

The old man laughed, nodded and said: "In the martial arts of the Central Plains, there are endless masters. What is old Aku's meager ability? He won a few games by luck before, and he was full of ambition and wanted to pass the torch To Zhongtu, who knows that there is an old Taoist priest who is really good at it, I fought with him with thousands of moves, but still lost half of the moves..."

"Oh?" Xiao Qianli frowned, and asked in surprise, "Who has such abilities?"

Old Aku hesitated for a moment, and said uncertainly: "I can't remember the names of most of you from the Central Plains, especially your Taoist dharma names, which are even more similar. After a long time, the old man can't remember, it seems It's called Nangu? Or maybe it's Nanyun?"

Xiao Qianli thought for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Daoist Nanyun of Qingcheng?"

Gu Baidang, one of the eight sons of Qingcheng, was friends with Xiao Qianli. When chatting, he mentioned the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism more than 27 years ago. In Taiwan, he defeated [-] Xuanmen martial arts masters in a row within one month, intending to discredit Xuanmen.

At that time, there was a great master of the Qingcheng School who had been in seclusion for many years. Hearing about this, he broke through the barrier in anger and won nineteen battles in a row. Three nights, they finally shook hands and made peace, which can be said to have turned the tide with their own efforts.

And this person is the Daoist Nanyun in the old Persian population!
The Taoist name of Xuanmen is probably bestowed according to the realm.The state of refining and transforming the golden elixir is called "true monarch"; guru.

Now Daoist Nanyun has already passed away, but there is a Persian master who can fight thousands of moves with him, and he has survived to this day. Even if his realm is stagnant, the accumulation of 300 years of skill may have reached an unimaginable level.

The old man had a look of joy on his face, clapped his hands, and shouted: "That's right, once you said that, I remembered, Qingcheng sect! That's right, that old Taoist is from the Qingcheng sect—I don't know who he is." He is still alive, and I came to Middle-earth just to see him!"

Xiao Qianli gasped, although he had already guessed the fact, but when the old man admitted it himself, he couldn't help being astonished in his heart.

Even though the enemy came from outside the territory, Xiao Qianli still looked solemn, bowed his head, and said in a deep voice: "Nanyun Taoist has been immortal for many years—"

"Dead?" The old man couldn't help but shook his head and sighed again and again, "It's a pity, it's a pity, only when I come to Middle-earth this time, I can see my old friend, who knows that he died earlier than me... Forget it! The next time the holy fire was passed to the east, the old man went to Qingcheng Mountain to have a look, and to pay homage to his spirit, it was my wish!"

With the enemy at hand, there is no time to be distracted!Xiao Qianli took a deep breath, and the power of the Mother Qi of all things was fully activated, and the Zhoutian star in the sea of ​​consciousness slowly rotated, attracting the power of the stars, and suddenly endless star power poured down from the void and poured into the top of the head. In the process, the inner anxiety was swept away.

"Senior wants to go to Qingcheng? I'm afraid there is no chance!"

Xiao Qianli's tone was extremely flat, his face calm, and he said slowly: "People from outside the territory are not allowed to step into the Central Plains. This is the iron law! As the Great Elder of the Persian Zoroastrianism, if you want to enter the Central Plains, please do it first." Have a game!"

The old man couldn't help being stunned, and asked in surprise, "I can't just take a look?"

"It's natural to have a look. The martial arts in the Central Plains are extensive and profound, and they are by no means self-styled. They have the capacity to accommodate hundreds of rivers!" Xiao Qianli's tone gradually became cold and stern, and said in a deep voice, "It's just that you want to carry the holy fire to the east, but you can't bear it." Do not let foreign sects run rampant in the Central Plains!"

The old man looked at Xiao Qianli, as if he heard the most ridiculous words, he couldn't help laughing with his stomach in his arms, and said with a laugh: "What a little doll, you know who I am, but you still dare to be here There is a lot of nonsense here. If Nanyun stood here, maybe I would still be afraid, you, a little Taoist priest who doesn't even have full hair, dare to stop me?"

"Always do nothing but do everything, and what you do is the way!" Xiao Qianli's tone became more and more calm, "Even if it violates the path, the way is not alone!"

This sentence is a bit profound, the old man thought for a while before he understood, he laughed and said: "Cambyses said your name, and I also know that to spread the holy flame to the east, we must face your Kunlun Mountain first. Since you are stubborn, I will clear an obstacle for the holy fire!"

After finishing speaking, he lightly tapped the wooden stick, and there was an earth-shattering bang, and the snow in a radius of more than ten feet exploded, instantly obliterating Xiao Qianli's figure in it.

(End of this chapter)