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Chapter 172 The heavens are swaying, and my way is prosperous

"I see."

"Speaking of it, it is indeed almost the same. The younger brother has been practicing at the foot of the mountain for [-] years. After these [-] years, Da Jin is really getting worse every day."

Speaking of this, Yang Xiang couldn't help shaking his head.

When I went down the mountain to practice at first, it was difficult to see the evil spirits.

However, in later years, some ordinary imps can be seen everywhere.

Once the luck of the human race collapses, it will also affect the righteous gods, and the divine power of the righteous gods will be reduced.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiang couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Brother, when the time comes, I will go down the mountain with you, right?"

Xuan Yi was taken aback when he heard the words, then flicked his sleeves and said, "Nonsense, the brothers are still here, what's the matter with you."

Xuan Yi was a little angry, when a group of monsters appeared, it would be unknown how many monsters with extremely high morals would appear.

If a junior like Ruyang goes down, if he meets him, he will die.

"It's not that the disciples of Yuxu Mountain have never gone down the mountain like this, why should senior brother do this?"

Yang Xiang said in a deep voice when he heard the words.

He had just come back from training, so he naturally knew what it was like down the mountain and had seen too many injustices.

If the evildoers can be eliminated as soon as possible, there will be fewer injustices.

Xuan Yi shook his head when he heard the words, "That was the catastrophe of the Great Zhou and the Great Xia, and there is no such thing now, so you can just cultivate with peace of mind."

After finishing speaking, Xuan left in a big stride, as if there was nothing to discuss about this matter.

On this Yuxu mountain, a disciple like Ruyang Xiang who has not yet entered the Tao, really has no way to go down the mountain if he wants to.

Because they don't know how to ride the clouds, they can't even call the cranes.

"It seems to be a little difficult to practice."

In the side hall, Fang Zelin rubbed the center of his brows.

These three spells really can't be learned at a glance, even the spell of turning stone into gold.

When I realized it, it was quite obscure.

However, Fang Zelin also knew that this spell was indeed not so easy to practice, so he was not too anxious.

Right now, he has firmly remembered this spell in his heart.

Thinking of this, Fang Zelin got up and took the classics, ready to return them.

After all, it is the treasure of the other party, and it cannot be taken away directly.

When Fang Zelin pushed the door to go out, he saw Xuan Yi immediately.

"Friend Xuan Dao."

Seeing the other party, Fang Zelin quickly called out.

"senior."

Xuan Yi heard the sound and saw that it was Fang Zelin, so he hurried forward.

"These three books of spells have already been memorized, but I don't know if I can get another book of the art of riding clouds and fog?"

Fang Zelin said something a little embarrassed.

The other party gave him all the treasures of the three towns and mountains, and now it still looks like it's not enough, which is indeed a bit embarrassing.

"Small matter, senior, please follow me!"

Master had already explained it before, Xuan Yi naturally would not reject Fang Zelin.

He simply brought Fang Zelin to Zangshu Pavilion.

After pushing the door and entering, he put the three classics away, and brought Fang Zelin to the side to pick up the classics on Tengyun Riding Mist and handed them to Fang Zelin.

The technique of flying clouds and riding fog is not particularly thick, it can even be said to be thin.

After Fang Zelin took it, he looked at it carefully.

After spending half a stick of incense, Fang Zelin memorized the classics completely, and was about to study them carefully when he went back later.

Suddenly, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, but saw a shelf full of books.

Unlike other bookshelves, the classics on other bookshelves are scattered, seemingly few and pitiful.

And on the shelf here, there are so many books on the shelf that the shelf in front is full.

"these are?"

Fang Zelin looked at the books on the bookshelf, and they didn't look like magic books, which made Fang Zelin ask Xuan Yi a little strangely.

Xuan Yi followed the sound and saw the books on the bookshelves, and immediately said, "These are some experiences written down by the disciples of the past generations when they were practicing, and they were all put here after they fell."

Fang Zelin couldn't help being surprised when he heard the words, "There are only a few thick books, but most of them are only a few pages?"

"Those are all disciples who went down the mountain to kill monsters. They fell too early. The change of dynasties and the condensed luck of the human race will always attract countless evildoers. My disciples who went down the mountain have fallen countless."

Having said this, Xuan Yi sighed, and while walking out of the Library Pavilion with Fang Zelin, he talked about the several battles that year.

These are almost all the history of the mountain gate that the disciples of the sect must know, and it is also for the disciples to remember those senior brothers and pass it on from generation to generation.

Xuan Yi walked forward while talking.

After a while, they came to the stone platform in the school grounds.

Numerous Yuxushan disciples were wearing blue gowns with white jackets and Yuxushan costumes.

On the white right lapel, there is also the word Yuxu embroidered on it.

After listening to Xuan Yi's words, Fang Zelin couldn't help but fell into deep thought for a moment when he saw the disciples below who were practicing various spells in a mighty manner.

What Xuan Fang said just now brought Fang Zelin into those World War II feelings for a moment.

Let Fang Zelin fully understand the righteous heart of those who cultivate the Tao.

"Even if so many brothers from the same sect have fallen, you will still go down the mountain?"

Fang Zelin looked at Xuan Yi at the side, and asked subconsciously.

Xuan Yi couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, "Why did the senior use such words to test the junior? The Taoism of the junior and others has been cultivated through thirty years of experience."

Xuan Yi didn't just talk about himself, he also told Fang Zelin with certainty that all the disciples of Yuxu Mountain were like this.

The same is true for the former Yangxiang Junior Brother.

Hearing this, Fang Zelin looked at the disciple Yuxu below, and couldn't hide the slight fluctuation in his mood, and then jumped towards the stone platform.

Hearing a choking sound, Fang Zelin pulled out Cheng Xiao behind him, and then came to the cliff on the side of the stone platform.

There was nothing on the cliff, Fang Zelin took the sword and pen to walk away.

"senior?"

Seeing Fang Zelin's appearance, Xuan Yi couldn't help being startled, and the rest of the disciples who were practicing on the stage also looked over strangely.

Fang Zelin and the others knew each other. Xuan Yi had told them about it before when they returned to the mountain. This is a senior.

When they met, they all had to perform the ceremony of the juniors.

But now, this senior is...?

But when they looked up, they were all shocked.

"The way of humanity is slim, the way of immortality is vast, and the way of ghosts is joyous! Be the door of life,"

A group of disciples looked at the engraved words in front of them, and their eyes couldn't help but look a little absent-minded.

Fang Zelin didn't stop, but continued to carve.

"Immortal life is expensive, ghost life is expensive; immortality is always good, ghosts are always evil;"

"High and clear, spiritual beauty, sad songs and space; I only hope that the heavens will come true, and I don't want human beings to be poor."

Writing here, Fang Zelin has already integrated his mind into it, and the words on the stone wall emit a little bit of inspiration.

"The heavens are swaying, and my Dao is prosperous!"

In the middle, Fang Zelin left a sentence, "There is no measure."

After Fang Zelin finished writing, all of a sudden, the surroundings were full of wind and clouds.

(End of this chapter)