The first cause of all realms

Chapter 459 Confronting the Supreme Master!
Sloppy Taoist!

Looking at the old Taoist reflected in the bronze mirror, Yang Yu's pupils shrank violently.

The momentary shock even overwhelmed the surprise of Long Yuan sword unsheathed.

This scene was really unexpected.

A moment ago, he was still thinking about the whereabouts of the sloppy Taoist and the Longyuan sword ceremony, but he didn't expect that the two appeared at the same time in a blink of an eye.

It was no longer a surprise, it was almost a thriller.

"Your threshold for approval is a bit too high!"

With his mind sweeping across the magnificent Seven Star Longyuan Ghost Slaying Sword in the Gluttony Cauldron, Yang Jue couldn't help but slander.

Who is a sloppy Taoist?

There are only three legendary figures in ancient and modern times who are honored as the "Supreme Grand Master". With his martial arts at this moment, he abandons supernatural powers, and he may not be able to catch even one move.

Headshot? !

"What pure sword intent!"

The eyes of the old Taoist in the bronze mirror brightened slightly, as if he had sensed something:
"Sword Dao Fruit? This is extremely rare and rare. However, you wrestled with Yinyue before, and it seems that you used another kind?"

'He sure enough has been...'

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Yang Jue bowed his hands and saluted:

"Junior Yang Yu, I have met Zhang Zhenren."

"The future is terrifying."

Looking at the young man outside the mirror, the old Taoist seemed to be a little bit emotional: "It's really not as old as it is today. When the old Taoist was as old as you, he was far inferior to you."

"The real person is serious. The younger generation is just following your path. How dare you compare with you?"

Yang Jue said seriously:
"Throughout the ages, there are only two supreme masters, Bodhidharma and Lu Chen, who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you."

There is a saying that the predecessors plant trees and the descendants enjoy the shade. The same is true of martial arts. If there are no generations of sages who have leveled the rough and perfected the system, even if he has the power of gluttony, he would not have achieved what he is today.

The descendants are better than the ancients, not because they are gifted with better understanding, but because the predecessors have leveled the road and don't need to take the rough and detours they have gone through.

"How can it be considered a seasoned path? It's just combing the predecessors and adding some trivial insights of my own."

The old man's complexion was rosy, and his attitude was a little more gentle:

"How can the old Taoist stand shoulder to shoulder with the sages, the supreme master, this title is too big, the old Taoist can never afford it..."

Thousands of wears, no flattery.

From emperors, generals and ministers to traffickers and pawns, everything is like this. Although the old Taoist knows that he has praises, he really benefits them.

Because this is the evaluation given to him by future generations after a thousand years.

"Exchanging blood for thirteen, building foundation five levels, true gang, furnace, hundred scriptures, hundred-orifice entrance... Martial artists after a thousand years are still using the martial arts you defined.

If you can't afford it, who can? "

Yang Qiu was half complimenting, and half expressing his feelings.

As a beneficiary of martial arts, he naturally has a respect in his heart for the predecessors who opened the way, not only the sloppy Taoist and the great master Bodhidharma, but also Fighting Buddha and Yinyue.

If it was the current world, or someone else, his palm was not a support, but directly pressed his forehead into the ground.

"Okay, okay! No matter how much you flatter, the old man's bones will be lighter..."

On the other side of the bronze mirror is a desolate mountain, the snow is half a foot thick, the old man walks in the snow, he seems to be in a good mood:
"You seem to want to ask something, the old man is in a good mood, let you ask three questions, in exchange for you to do something for me..."

"Do something?"

Yang Ju pondered slightly, and asked cautiously:
"I don't know what's the matter?"

"What's the matter, let's talk about it later. You can ask first, and it doesn't matter if you don't agree in the end."

The old man smiled.

"Thank you, real man."

Seeing that the old Taoist seemed to be in a good mood, Yang Jue felt sure, changed his mind, and asked:

"What state are you in right now? Or, what kind of state are you in with this fairyland?"

This question has been lingering in his mind for a long time. He had doubts as early as in the "Dharma Fulong Tu".

According to the records in the classics, the essence of the fairyland is similar to a "mirage" but even more miraculous.

Yang Qiu thought so too, until he met Bodhidharma and the old loach, they clearly had memories and knew their situation.

There is a huge discrepancy between this and the records in the classics.

"Slick boy, this is not a problem for you."

The old man was dumbfounded, but he still answered:
"Martial will."

Martial arts will?

Yang Jue's heart trembled slightly: "Wu Sheng..."

"Martial arts practice, at its root, is nothing more than three-element energy and energy. Only when the energy is complete can one see the spirit. A great master can connect the meridians of heaven and earth with his thoughts, and lock his soul thousands of miles away.

But to knock on the door of the Martial Saint, you need to burn everything and condense your own martial arts will..."

The sloppy Taoist is worthy of being the supreme master who pioneered a new way, and being a good teacher is engraved in his bones.

As soon as the conversation box was opened, there was no need for Yang Qiu to ask again, he had already taken the initiative to explain all the obstacles and doubts on the way of martial arts for him.

From the exchange of blood to the four steps of Wu Sheng, and then to Wu Sheng.

Yang Ju silently wrote it down.

"The old Taoist named this realm Martial Saint, but this realm existed before me. Compared with them, the old Taoist actually has only one advantage...

Seeing Yang Yu looking up, the old Taoist replied:
"Know it, know why."

"Actually, many martial arts masters, if they practice on their own, they will be invincible. But if you ask them about the barriers, they themselves don't understand."

Hearing this sentence, Yang Jue was thoughtful.

"Of course, this has something to do with the lack of talent in the old way. Those sages with extreme talents will never encounter such obstacles and difficulties. Therefore, it is impossible to talk about the conclusion."

The old way is still unfinished.

"You are a bit too divergent..."

Yang Ju felt a little slanderous in his heart, but he didn't say anything. These cultivation experiences are really important to him.

"Say far, say far."

The old man withdrew his words at the right time, and said instead:

"Throughout the ages, there have been many people seeking immortality and Taoism. Martial arts were originally a method of martial arts and killing, but with the evolution, it is inevitable that it will lead to immortality.

However, the word longevity is easy to say, but it is extremely difficult..."

As he said that, the old Taoist sighed, as if lamenting the difficulty of martial arts:

"During the 400 years that Lao Dao lived, there were no fewer than eighteen emperors who sought me out for longevity, but they all died..."

"..."

The conversation changed so quickly that Yang Yuhaoxuan didn't react.

After being silent for a long time, he said thoughtfully: "So, you exist in the fairyland of immortals and demons in the form of martial arts will?"

"Illusionary realms of immortals and demons are not something that old Taoists can fathom. This is the mighty power of heaven and earth. The old Taoists are just trying their best not to be assimilated with the will of martial arts."

The old man replied:

"In 200 years from the outside world, this fairyland illusion will collapse once, starting from the beginning, you are the seventh batch to come here..."

Yang Yu digested it for a while before asking the second question:

"Dare to ask the real person, where are the remaining pages of the book?"

"Mingshu."

Hearing this word, the talkative old Taoist became a little silent, and said after a long time:

"do not know."

"do not know?"

Yang Qiu was a little suspicious.

"You don't think that the broken pages of the book of the underworld are really the pages of a book, right? The book of the underworld is not a book, it is a fragment of the treasure of the underworld..."

The old Taoist sighed slightly, as if lost in memory:
"Back then, the old man made his final retreat in the golden dome, and at that moment, I merged with the heaven and the earth, and glimpsed a catastrophe on the earth.

For this reason, I feigned death to escape, spent 200 years, traveled all over the world, and finally found traces of the book of the underworld, and suppressed it at a huge price..."

"It's a pity that the remaining pages of the book of the underworld are not real. It is illusory. Even if it is suppressed by me, it has always been wandering among the 72 divine peaks. The old man really doesn't know where it is."

"This……"

Yang prison will be skeptical.

"An unowned book of the underworld is like a volcano that is about to erupt. Once it erupts, it will not only affect a prefecture or a state, but the entire world!"

In the bronze mirror, the old Taoist looked serious:

"What the old Taoist wants you to do is to find the remaining pages of the book of the underworld!"

"Even if you can't find it, where will the junior go to find it?"

Yang Yu frowned.

According to the old Taoist, a dark book is not a book, and a broken page is not a page. It may exist anywhere in the fairyland, it may be birds and beasts, it may be vegetation, mud and rocks, or it may be people!
Without any trace, I'm afraid it will be more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

"Others may not succeed, but you will definitely find it!"

"Ok?"

Yang Ju was stunned, and the old Taoist in the bronze mirror had already answered:
"Your Dao Fruit belongs to the Yin Division ghosts and gods, and its rank is extremely high. When you stepped into this fairyland, it had slight fluctuations..."

This is the reason why the sloppy Taoist chose him...

Enlightenment rose in Yang Ju's heart.

Kuixing is a combination of three Dao fruits. According to Xu Wenji's Miscellaneous Talks on Dao and Fruit, this rank covers several types of Dao fruits, but it does not belong to the five categories.

It is not bad to insist that it belongs to "ghosts and gods".

"Speaking of which, there are not a few people who have Dao fruit in this trip. After a thousand years, the Dao fruit will be flooded?"

The old man had some doubts.

He has a personal experience of the preciousness of Dao fruit.

It took him only 23 years from being ignorant of martial arts to penetrating the profound entrance and being promoted to the rank of great master, but it took him more than 100 years to find the Dao fruit.

"There are not many Dao fruits in the later generations, but there are indeed many more than before..."

Yang Yu replied, referring to some records of later generations.

The reason why the theory of tides is regarded as the standard by many forces is because the endless Dao and Fruits of later generations have just confirmed this statement.

In addition to the evolution of martial arts, the biggest reason why later martial sages surpassed the previous dynasties was that there were more Dao fruits unearthed than any previous dynasties!

The twelve Martial Saints coexisted in the world, which is extremely inconceivable in any dynasty.

"Twelve martial saints exist together in the world? Could it be that the legendary change of heaven is just a thousand years later?"

In the bronze mirror, the old Taoist spirit was very bright, a little amazed, a little yearning, but still heaved a long sigh:
"No wonder they are dying..."

　The state is extremely poor, and today is only one chapter.I'll make it up tomorrow, I'm so ashamed...I recommend a novel by a girl named "Gog Is a Poisonous Milk in a Weird World". The beginning is quite interesting. If you are interested, you can read
　
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