I am immortal.

Chapter 283 Poor Dao, Xuan Wei

The ripples in that mirror have not dissipated for a long time, even though it is only a remnant of the past, but Xuanzhen stands alone and stands above the heavens and the earth. Laughing, the picture of falling and disappearing into thin air is so majestic and majestic, it is far beyond the comparison of a few short words from the teacher's mouth.

Such solitary courage and determination, Qi Wuhuo has not come back to his senses for a long time.

He recalled that his teacher told about the three vehicles of upper, middle and lower.

Among them, Master Xuandu, in the teacher's mouth, is devout to the Tao, follows my teachings, practices through the kalpas, does something and does nothing, and proves the unity of energy.

Practicing with the heaven and the earth, exhaling the sun and the moon.

But it's only moderate.

So, what is the best?

What is the best!

Qi Wuhuo looked at Senior Brother Xuanzhen's path, and suddenly understood the teacher's unspoken words, what is the best path——

own way.

Forge a whole new path!

Sharpen your Dao heart, identify your own direction, and then move forward step by step.

Then, overcome all thorns and thorns, cut off all external calamities and inner demons on the road, and finally advance triumphantly, to the limit of this road, to the end of the road, then, no matter who this body has ever studied as a teacher, no matter what it has experienced, how many times Ups and downs, several setbacks, can also be called the patriarch of the way.

Is it possible to—

Daozu!

The young man thought about what his senior brother had done, integrated the world, unified Kyushu, fought the demon emperor with a sword, and invited the sky to drink together.

One by one, one by one, the original way of luck was created.

Wanting to let ordinary people no longer be bound by talent, as long as the heart is not depraved and lazy, there will be a way to go, and what a heroic person it is, never retreat, never setback, never give yourself Leaving room, only step forward step by step, after all, the 49th level fell, and never retreated, never regretted.

Such lofty sentiments, such Taoism, being of the same family and family, and only one step away from success, all these are impacting the heart of the young Taoist.

It made him emotionally fluctuate, and the many emotions hovered in his throat for a long time, and finally he could only sigh.

"Pity……"

Nan Qingzi was slightly stunned, she felt that this sigh was like the sigh of the old man who rushed over after Xuanzhen's death that day, after a long pause, it was generally the same, and the word "pity" was not the same as that of others. This is an innocuous evaluation, but with a very strong regret and a very painful empathy.

Nan Qingzi's expression returned to its original tranquility, and he said, "Who doesn't regret it?"

"He just, never wants to look back."

"The firmness of the way, the king's heart is like iron, and everything else is just his embellishment."

The young man said humanely: "Why didn't the Ghost Emperor go to him immediately after he woke up?"

Nan Qingzi didn't answer, and after a long time, he said calmly: "It's just four years. He is the Emperor of Human Beings, and I am the Emperor of Ghosts. For us, four years just passed by in a blink of an eye. It's not worth it. Even if you mention it, don’t keep it in your heart.”

"Why did I go to him in the first place?"

"I am so, so is he."

That's what she said, but when she raised her eyes and looked far away, she seemed to be still staring at the distant past of more than 8000 years ago, and saw their only happy two years, living in seclusion in the yard under the mountain, their yard Inside, the scenery of the world is opened up. There are bamboos in the corners and pine trees beside the house. In autumn, there are a lot of chrysanthemums to watch.

Because she was born in a water town, the Taoist also brought running water in the yard and planted lotus flowers.

On summer nights, watching the lotus and admiring the moon, the Taoist always said that because there are many plants and trees, there are too many mosquitoes, but in a place with water, the books are damp and easy to be bitten by insects, which is quite troublesome. The Taoist flipped through the books, and the woman Shaking the fan, the time at the foot of the mountain was obviously short as a flash, and apparently boring as if there was nothing special, but it was hard for her to forget.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the absent-minded Southern Ghost Emperor: "Then, have you ever seen Xuanzhen...the Emperor's tomb?"

The Southern Ghost Emperor said indifferently: "He disappeared...I, I hate him deeply, I have never seen him!"

The young man said humanely: "He was buried under a mountain."

Nan Qingzi's body trembled suddenly, his eyes widened.

Downhill...

Qi Wuhuo didn't know why the Southern Ghost Emperor suddenly had such a big reaction to this mountain, but as a junior, he needed to convey these things, saying: "There are no mausoleums and gorgeous burials, it's just a solitary tomb. , there is a stone tablet named Thirteen Hate of Xuanmen."

With a clear tone, Qi Wuhuo said softly:
"The first hate, the book bag is easy to eat."

Nan Qingzi's palm subconsciously grabbed the cuff and held it tightly. Is this a coincidence?

Did he miss what she missed before he finally died?
The young Taoist looked at her, paused, and then said softly:

"Second hate, love is deep and relationship is shallow, beautiful woman is unlucky."

Nan Qingzi's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. She stood there quietly, but the young Taoist suddenly felt that she had become very far away. The sense of beauty also dissipated, and the young Taoist seemed to understand that maybe [Nan Qingzi] and [Southern Ghost Emperor] are not exactly the same.

[Nan Qingzi] is the most essential disposition of [Southern Ghost Emperor]. It is the possibility of what she would be like if she was born in the world instead of pure yin. In the world's Taishang Xuanzhen.

The young Taoist said slowly: "The third hates the mosquitoes on summer nights, the fourth hates the platforms that are easy to leak, the fifth hates the scorched chrysanthemum leaves, the sixth hates the pine trees and ants, the seventh hates the bamboos with many fallen leaves, the eighth hates the osmanthus and the lotus leaves, and the ninth hates them. The radish hides the asparagus, the ten hates frame the peanut thorn..."

In his view, these are senior brothers and people with many obsessions and emotions, not sculpture-like existences.

It is great love but not heartless.

But what fell into Nan Qingzi's ears had another meaning.

Many things, only the person involved can know the subtle thoughts and meanings. For some reason, the picture in front of her is blurred, and she seems to be able to see the two years in the small courtyard. The troubled little Taoist priest sat by the lotus pond and scrolled through his books, while he sat on a chair and looked at him.

The Taoist spread out the books and looked at the pages that had been eaten by moths. His brows were wrinkled and his teeth were grinning, but when he looked up at her, his smile was still warm and bright.

His eyes were blurry, and then tears rolled down his face.

When it fell to the ground, it turned into the pure Yin Qi of the Nine Heavens.

Qi Wuhuo's voice paused, looking at Nan Qingzi who burst into tears for some reason or when, and the incomparable pale face of the Nanfang Ghost Emperor, Qi Wuhuo sighed and said:

"Congenital yin gods and ghosts are extremely yin and pure, so there is no so-called surname at all."

"And in your life, you ran away from home again, hiding your name."

"So, the name Nan Qingzi."

"Actually, it's the name you gave when you spent just four years with Xuanzhen in that life."

There are thirteen hates in Taoism, the ten hates are only for you, the third hate is the way, and there is no self.

The most yin and the purest, congenitally born, dubbed the name of meeting, stretching for 8000 years.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the 'person' in front of him and sighed, "Why..."

Why didn't you seek him when you woke up?

The Southern Ghost Emperor raised his hand and wiped away the 'tears' from the corners of his eyes with his cuffs. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he was lost in a daze, but he laughed and said softly: "At that time, he was the one with the greatest achievements in the world, and the man with a radiant spirit like fire. , high-spirited, at that time, he shouldn't, and can't have a [ghost] as his wife."

The young Taoist sighed slightly.

Nan Qingzi didn't care about these anymore, but said suddenly: "You may have a chance to see his tombstone."

"It should be his old friend."

"Then, maybe this thing can be entrusted to you."

"Ok?"

Qi Wuhuo was stunned, and saw the woman stretch out her hand, slightly tapped the cuff, and the mirror, which was the same as the Northern Emperor Mirror, glowed with light, and immediately turned into a formation, which was untied in a very mysterious way. , The endless stream of light gathered and turned into a scroll with extremely strong aura on it.

Qi Wuhuo said: "This is..."

Nan Qingzi caressed the scroll with his palm, and said softly, "It's his way."

The young Taoist said: "His way..."

"Well, it is the way of luck that any living being can practice. The more it helps the world, the stronger the luck."

"As for the evil and predators, they don't have the bell of luck; he didn't choose absolute average, but chose to give all living beings the same chance and give them choices, and this way of luck, he completed the first Part and the most fundamental part, it's just a pity that I haven't been able to complete the last part, it's already..."

Nan Qingzi did not continue.

Slightly took a breath, calmed down, and said:
"And this road is just a prototype."

"He said that the world has been exhausted for a long time, and if strong medicine is applied, it will all perish; the cycle of heaven and earth, from the winter solstice to one yang, and then from one yang to six yangs, here and there, it is like planting trees, you need to plant them first. Seeds, then sprouts, then stems, then branches and leaves, and finally bear fruit, what he did was not to open up a road, not to complete the road in one go, but to plant the seeds."

"The road cannot be built overnight."

"Since it is the way of 'human', it should be completed by generations of people, otherwise, this is not the way of human beings."

"This is the seed he found."

The 'seed' of the way of luck.

The seed of the way of the world.

Qi Wuhuo recalled when he was in Zhongzhou, when he confronted Ji Du Xingjun, the latter's words, after the fall of the emperor 8000 years ago, his eight ministers split his kingdom, and finally reached the unified kingdom. The world is divided into troubled times again.

There is no doubt that the way of luck in this era is completely different from Xuanzhen's purpose when it was developed.

The current way of luck to the emperor is just the way of those eight courtiers watching Xuanzhen's actions.

Not pure, and very complex.

What this scroll represents is Xuanzhen's regretful and unfinished last step. It is his achievement, but also catastrophe, cause and effect.

As it says.

Since it is the way of man, it should be supplemented by generations of people.

How can we hope that the pioneers will complete everything?

The young Taoist looked at the scroll file that represented [Fate Luck]. He stepped back slightly, then shook his sleeves, cupped his hands, and took the scroll with both hands, and said softly: "Then, his last wish and karma."

"Pindao, take over."

"I'll help him with the last part."

The voice paused, and Qi Wuhu said:

"sister in law."

Nan Qingzi was slightly startled, and then his eyes widened, and then he saw the young Taoist stand up holding the scroll, his left hand was hanging down, and his right hand was raised in front of him. His eyebrows, facial features, and even his temperament were completely different from those of the Taoist more than 8000 years ago , but that stream of clear air seemed to be formed in one vein.

In a daze, it was almost like when I first met Xuanzhen, but it was more than 8000 years later, but I saw the young Taoist and said:

"Poverty, Xuanwei."

Xuanwei...

Nan Qingzi's eyes widened, and he realized something immediately, and said, "You are, his junior brother?!"

She suppressed her voice and hurriedly said: "You, why did you come to this place to take risks?"

"Let's go quickly!"

"I, I can't bear your name..."

Qi Wuhuo shook his head, and replied: "Senior brother, after overthrowing the kings of the Zhou family, was alone with no descendants..."

After that, due to the chaos in Fengdu, Nan Qingzi, who knew little about human affairs, was stunned and said:

"Then the current emperor?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Behind senior brother, there was the Rebellion of the Eight Kings. The eight courtiers divided the land of the world, and turned against the monster clan. Now several countries in the world are all inherited by the courtiers who betrayed senior brother back then." Those who have come down, their methods are also accomplished by watching the seniors, or being instructed by the seniors."

"betray……"

Nan Qingzi murmured, then shook his head, and said calmly, "Xuanzhen doesn't care about betrayal."

"But they are splitting the Kyushu of the world, and I am afraid it is for their own selfish desires."

Qi Wuhuo explained what the current emperor had done.

She was silent for a long time, and finally stretched her hand into her sleeve, and when she slowly took it out, strands of light gathered and turned into a jade seal with a very strong humane aura on it. Nan Qingzi stroked the seal with his palm, and said: "This is what he... gave me when he died. It is his seal."

"I originally regarded it as the last sustenance, but you are his junior, so I will give it to you first."

"You hold this..."

She grabbed the jade seal and put it in Qi Wuhuo's hand.

The young Taoist's wrist sank, feeling the weight of the object.

"Maybe, depose the emperors!"

(End of this chapter)