Demon Eye Shura

According to Huo Cun's instructions, Zhuo Yifan took the room card and entered the room of the fire room manager. . The room is very clean. Although it is the place where the manager lives, the style is basically the same as other workshops, except that it is wider.

Up to this moment, Zhuo Yifan still couldn't believe that the firehouse manager of Longkongxuan could have contact with the old woodcutter thousands of miles away.What surprised him even more was that the old woodcutter had predicted that he was coming a few days ago, and his mental calculation skills were simply superb.

If aura is a manifestation of the level of realm, then mental calculation can also be used as a manifestation of the level of spiritual power.Today's soul cultivation is divided into eight stars.But this standard of soul cultivation is far from the ancient times.According to Xuanmeng, the eight-star soul cultivators of today are not even as good as the two-star soul cultivators of the ancient times.Moreover, among today's eight-star soul cultivators, there are very few who know the art of spiritual calculation.

With Zhuo Yifan's current mental strength, he can be regarded as a five-star soul cultivator in this world.However, he knew mental reckoning.There is no other reason, only because he has mastered the most profound "Six Paths" soul art in the ancient times.The current soul cultivators are completely incomparable with him.

But who is this old woodcutter?This kind of terrifying mental calculation ability is much stronger than the current eight-star soul cultivator!How strong is his mental strength?What kind of soul art is he practicing?

Zhuo Yifan felt more and more that this old woodcutter was of the same period as the old man of the holy clan at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain, Xuan Meng, and even the mysterious old man in the valley.

However, why does this kind of person stare at him?Do you want to treat him as a pawn again?

"Let's not talk about what the old woodcutter thinks, but now it's not clear whether it's an enemy or a friend, so it's better to be more cautious." Zhuo Yifan muttered in his heart, and his vigilance suddenly rose.

Because he didn't know when the old woodcutter would come, Zhuo Yifan could only wait in the room.

After waiting for three hours, a voice sounded in his mind: "Half stick of incense, rush to Qingyu Mountain."

"..." Zhuo Yifan was stunned. Although he didn't know why this person was hanging out in this mortal world, he was still a great figure from ancient times, so it was interesting to play tricks on people like this?

However, God knows what kind of mystery this guy who has seen his head and tail is going to do, anyway, he can't judge it with common sense.

Zhuo Yifan thought to himself that it would be better for him to be obedient, and if the time passed, and the other party said something like: "Today, our chances are exhausted, he will definitely faint!"

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Qingyu Mountain is ten miles away from Wangyue City. After leaving the city, Zhuo Yifan ran wildly with his feet. When he came here, he estimated that it was just after half a stick of incense, but he was not late.

At this moment, the sky is dark, the scenery is invisible, and the sky is full of stars.

It's very quiet here, but it's not as good as Xuancun. You can still hear the low voices of people in the distance when you listen carefully.

With a sweep of his mental power, he immediately noticed the movement, and quickly climbed to a higher place, but saw the old woodcutter standing silently on the top of the cliff, on a broad stone wall, with his eyes lowered and his hands behind his back, Something seems to be brewing.

"Senior?" Zhuo Yifan tried to call out.

I saw the old woodcutter suddenly turned to the stone wall, pointed like a knife, and concentrated on carving on it, the stone chips flew, drawing out complex and wonderful knife gullies.

In the sky, the clouds and mists dispersed, and the bright and clean brilliance poured down. On the silent cliff top, there was only the sound of yarn being drawn continuously, and the exquisite ravines were densely connected, forming an extremely mysterious picture.

In the end, the old woodcutter flicked his sleeves, and the ashes covering the stone wall were blown away. In an instant, the "reed star river picture" in Tianyan's method emerged, vividly displayed in front of his eyes, that kind of vastness, that kind of The kind of endlessness, the kind of profundity, and the kind of mystery are all vividly embodied, almost perfect!

Zhuo Yifan was dumbfounded, what kind of method was this?He remembered that his Tianyan method stayed in the hands of the old woodcutter for only a few moments, and the other party actually memorized the painting completely, and even the entire eight thousand and six star points in the painting were all gone. Perfectly restored, the reading force occupies a position on the stone wall.

Before he could wake up, the old woodcutter flicked his sleeves again. This time, the Taoist priest with a turtle shell on the reed changed, his appearance changed, and the charm was lost, which made the whole painting look much darker.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't understand the old woodcutter's intention to make such a change by making a good painting.It may be nothing in the eyes of mortals, but in the eyes of cultivators, it may become worthless.

However, when the old woodcutter swept away the fly ash again, Zhuo Yifan was shocked again!

Because the old woodcutter actually replaced the Taoist's appearance with his own!It wasn't Lin Fan, it was his original face!Zhuo Yifan's face!

"Senior...you..." The other party actually knew his true identity?Who is he?

"Hahaha!" After the painting was finished, the old woodcutter looked up to the sky and laughed, talking nonsense to himself.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't hear what he said clearly, but could only make out a few words, which were probably singing the Taoist song: People in the world search for the palm of God, and all kinds of hard work fail.There is nothing to do but the years go by, and all the glitz is gone.My heart is like a bright moon, dancing to lead to the sky, picking up the sun and moon, grabbing the star spectrum, stepping on the clouds of the sky, the earth, the sky, and becoming a god when thinking of me, and becoming a demon when thinking of me again!

Stepping on the clouds of heaven and earth, one thought of me as a god, and another thought of me as a demon!Zhuo Yifan read these three sentences carefully, and this time he heard the complete Daoist song, and the rhythm he tasted at the beginning was even more profound.He couldn't help sighing: "Become a god and become a demon in one thought, does this kind of person really exist in the world..."

Hearing this, the old woodcutter laughed after being silent for a long time. He conjured up a black bucket out of nowhere, splashed the black ink in the bucket on the stone wall, and finally threw out a huge scroll, spreading the whole painting on the wall. above.

As soon as he recited the mantra, the scroll was closed and gradually shrunk to the size of an ordinary scroll, and he threw it to Zhuo Yifan casually: "This is a meeting gift from the old man."

Zhuo Yifan took the scroll, and he woke up from the fugue state, became extremely serious, and asked coldly, "Who the hell are you?"

"The person who gave you advice." The old woodcutter smiled meaningfully, his voice seemed to come from another dimension, and it was extremely profound: "You have lost everything now, I can help you regain it, no okay?"

Zhuo Yifan was startled, and just looked at the old woodcutter.He had no doubt that the other party had this ability, but when he heard it with his own ears, he still couldn't believe it.

"The wild fire burns endlessly, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates. This is the reincarnation of all things. Back then, the tortoise-shell Taoist realized the law of evolution in life and death." The old woodcutter said deeply.

"You mean, "Wanwu Tianyan" can help me get through reincarnation and retrieve everything from my previous life?" Zhuo Yifan smiled wryly, he had already guessed about this.It's just that it is full of historical materials, and it will make people go crazy invisibly, which really makes him helpless.

"Because you lack something, you can't see through the appearance to see the essence. You will naturally lose yourself in the appearance, and eventually become enchanted..." The old woodcutter seemed to be able to penetrate Zhuo Yifan's mind.

"what?"

The old woodcutter took a deep breath, calmed down, looked at Zhuo Yifan, and slowly uttered two words: "Daoyi." (To be continued.)