The first cause of all realms

Chapter 852 The law should not be taught lightly, nor should it be cultivated lightly...

Jue~~~
In the sea of ​​clouds, the goshawk fluttered its wings, and suddenly, dozens of kilometers of wind and snow passed by. The speed was so fast that Jiang Xiazi's face on the eagle's back turned pale again.

"Since I have the fruit of Dao in my hand, I don't think about cultivating to become immortals and Buddhas, and I run around all day long, I don't know what it means!"

In the cold wind, Lord Beihai Long couldn't help but open his eyes, looked at Yang Yu who was sitting cross-legged in front of him, seemed to be concentrating, and sneered again and again.

After running around for a year, and resting for less than a month, he went back and forth again, not to mention Jiang Xiazi, his inhuman body felt very tired.

"To shut up!"

Jiang Xiazi agreed very much in his heart, but he still scolded in a low voice.

"Honor of the ten capitals, you serve the mortals. You are really ashamed of my generation. It's ridiculous that you are not ashamed, but proud!"

Beihai Longjun didn't even look at him, he sneered and closed his eyes.

"Things that are neither human nor ghost, come to teach the poor?"

Jiang Xiazi was furious when he heard this.

Beihai Longjun was also furious:
"You bastard, dare to insult me?!"

On the eagle's back, the two blushed and scolded each other angrily.

But Zhang Xu, Yang Ju closed his eyes and sat quietly, but he didn't bother to pay attention to this person.

His spirit floated among the sea of ​​clouds, as if he could overlook the land, and even faintly glimpsed the stretching barracks.

He really didn't care about attacking Ding'an.

After the First Battle of Dayan Mountain, the masters of the Liansheng Sect, who had lost their restraints, either fled or died under Feng Wushuang's oppression, regardless of whether they retaliated or not, the foundation of Ding'an Dao was lacking.

Don't say that it has the support of the entire Northwest Road, even if it doesn't, with Qin Lihu's ability, it is enough to calm down.

You must know that in the book of life and death, in Qin Lihu's original trajectory, he regained the land of the three realms and welcomed the old emperor back to the pass when the foreign race broke through and the Central Plains fell.

His luck is by no means inferior to that of Li Chuang, and even, if he hadn't discovered the fruit of martial arts, he would have already been a martial sage.

With a brief sweep, Yang Jue was concentrating on himself.

Only a part of his mind was left aside, and his mind followed the induction in the dark, and once again entered the Nine-Nine Profound Art Realm.

The accompanying illusion between Fang Xiaoyang, except for himself, ordinary people are not able to enter at any time, but have the opportunity to enter.

This is the third time he has entered this Nine Nine Profound Kung Fu Realm.

hum!
An invisible barrier seemed to be broken through, and he seemed to hear that desolate and vague sigh again.

That is a very ancient sermon,

"Saints... don't die, great..."

"There are more thieves!"

Opening his eyes suddenly, it was still the same old-fashioned room, with a spiritual spring inside, and the spiritual energy was so full of incredible room.

[Nine Nine Profound Skill Realm(?)]

[Level:? 】

[Quality: Jiuyao (extreme)]

【Introduction: ………】

【Status: Unopened】

[Identities: ... 36 Dongtian, Xuantian Baomiaotian, Zhongmiaoshan sect, Eighteen Immortals Mountain, Yuzhu Mountain, Yuyu Zhenren's sect, Fourteen True Biography, Zhong Quan's sect, personal disciple, Huanyangzi...]

"The unopened means that one day, this realm of profound arts will appear in this world like a square inch fairy mountain..."

"elder brother……"

Before Yang Ju could feel the difference between this entry and the last one, his younger brother's timid cry came from his heart.

To enter the illusion, one needs to rely on, and what he is using at this moment is still the body of the younger brother in this illusion.

"I, I didn't go anywhere..."

Xiao Yang carefully explained:
"The door won't open..."

"Um……"

Yang Qiu was about to ask, when his heart suddenly moved, he restrained himself, only heard a "squeak",
The door that he couldn't open no matter what, was pushed open.

A square-looking middle-aged man dressed in an ancient Taoist robe, squeezed out a stiff smile that is not often seen:

"Junior brother, you have devoted yourself to meditation for the past few years, and you have never done anything wrong again. The old master is pleased, and specially released your foot-locking curse in advance.
You can come out now! "

Foot restraint?
Yang Jue's heart moved slightly, and he immediately slapped:

"Thank you, brother."

"Senior brother, why are you being polite?"

The middle-aged Taoist smiled:

"Master still loves you very much. Knowing that the Patriarch is coming today, he wants to explain the 'Eight Nine Mysterious Art' at the Ziqi Platform, so I came into contact with your foot-binding curse in advance..."

"The patriarch preached?"

Yang Jue's eyes froze.

Based on his current status, this patriarch should be the real Yuyu of Yuzhu Mountain under the sect of Zhongmiao Mountain?

"Let's go."

Yang Jue kept his identity, bowed his head and followed without saying a word, his peaceful appearance made the middle-aged Taoist nod his head.

Outside the window, the night is thick, above the sky, there are only a few stars, and in the fairy mountain, there is a quiet.

But Yang Ju could faintly see, in the night, the outlines of the fairy mountains that were rising to the sky,
And the looming shrine wonderland.

Along the way, he didn't say a word, trying to figure out this fairyland. Not long after, the middle-aged Taoist stopped on a high platform.

whispered:

"Junior brother, the patriarch will only show up at the time of the child, you follow me, don't mess around..."

"Brother, don't worry."

Yang prison was a little speechless.

Along the way, the middle-aged Taoist warned him at least a dozen times, what kind of temperament is this original owner, who can make his senior brother so distrustful?
woohoo~
The high platform is a thousand feet high, and on it is extremely open, paved with white jade, with a radius of ten thousand feet, and thousands of Taoists are seated on it.

This doesn't seem to be a matter of seniority, the two of them came late and sat at the end.

Arriving here, there is silence, more than a thousand Taoists sit cross-legged, but the entire high platform is eerily quiet, without any noise.

"Brother, what are they doing!"

Yang Ju was calm and calm, but Xiao Yang Jian couldn't bear his temper. The two shared the perspective, so they saw this scene.

"You have to learn from others. When you come in later, remember not to mess around. Everything should be based on learning..."

Yang Qiu silently taught his little brother in his heart.

No one can be born wily and scheming, and Xiao Yang Jian, who is so talented, was heartless when he was six or seven years old.

However, he could hear his brother's caution, and silently remembered it in his heart.

He likes his brother in this state very much, he will not reprimand himself, but he can faintly sense his brother's kindness, which makes him very comfortable and happy.

Outside, my brother is very fierce, very scary...

"...Whether you are here or outside, you must always be in awe..."

"If you have to, don't fight with others, but if someone offends me, you have to do it quickly..."

"Before doing things, think about yourself, and think about your mother-in-law..."

……

Extremely bored, Yang Qiu chatted with his younger brother in his heart. Of course, most of the time, he was talking.

In the past month, he was really teaching Xiao Yang Jian martial arts, as well as some ways of dealing with people.

In the meantime, when he was refining ingredients, he also took this little guy with him to guide him in martial arts, and made him realize that life is not easy and people's hearts are sinister.

However, he is too young after all, and he has cultivated a fearless temperament under his wings all these years, so he has no idea how much he has learned.

"Uh-huh!"

In his heart, Xiao Yangjian nodded again and again, and asked questions from time to time:

"Brother, before you do anything, do you think about your mother-in-law and sister-in-law first?"

"nature!"

Yang Yu replied:

"Brother came out this time to wipe out future troubles for you and prevent people from secretly threatening us..."

when!
when!
when!
The communication between the brothers was interrupted by the sound of a loud bell.

It's time to come.

hum!
The moment Yang Ju raised his head, he could see that on the high platform, at some time, there was a tall and straight old Taoist.

"What is the realm of this old way..."

Yang Jue was startled.

Since coming here, his spirit has been highly concentrated, even when communicating with Xiao Yang, he is always paying attention.

But when the old Taoist appeared, he didn't feel it, as if it was supposed to be there, it was here before ancient times!
How can this make him unmoved?
The Taoist was dressed in a gray Taoist robe and held a snow-white dust whisk. His beard and hair were all white, but his complexion was as rosy as a baby's.

The aura of the whole body is restrained, but one can still feel the vast vitality surging in it like a sea of ​​stars.

"Ancestor!"

As soon as the bell rang, all the Taoists got up and bowed to see him.

"sit."

With a flick of the old Taoist's whisk, all the Taoists could not help but sit down one after another.

"Today, we still talk about the 'Eight Nine Mysterious Skills'. If you can practice this method to the great perfection, maybe there may not be a chance of life in the great calamity!"

Contrary to Yang Yu's expectation, this old Taoist's sermons are very simple, and there is no nonsense or mystery.

From the precautions for getting started, to the difficulty of getting started with this method, how to absorb the calamity, how to cultivate the change, and choose the change...

After a long time, when the sky was full of white mist, the old Taoist just stopped talking, and the disciples under the stage got up:

"Dare to ask the Patriarch, how to choose the profound art changes, can there be a difference between the upper and lower?"

"Mysterious arts change, there is no fixed pattern. Just like all kalpas are impermanent, the choice of change is just from the heart..."

The old man knows everything:

"Mysterious arts are like supernatural powers. Even if they are similar, they are not the same! The essence of eighty-nine mysterious arts lies in change, so its practice also contains infinite changes!
This, but only yourself can be broken, how can others be your master? "

"Disciple is taught!"

The Taoist made a long bow, and his sleeves fell to the ground.

"But there are still questions?"

The old man spoke again.

Afterwards, more than a dozen Taoists got up one after another and asked questions. The old Taoists explained everything one by one.

The bell rang again, signaling the end of the sermon.

"I'll wait, send the Patriarch off!"

All the Taoists got up together and bowed to see them off, while the old Taoist waved his hand to let many Taoists disperse.

And his eyes fell on the corner of the high platform:

"Huanyangzi, stop!"

"Um?!"

Yang Ju's heart trembled, he almost thought he had been noticed.

What kind of gaze is this?
The moment it fell down on him, he felt as if a big sun was rising in front of him. The immeasurable light dispelled and occupied everything, freezing his thinking and perception.

Subconsciously, he wanted to retreat, but thinking about his little brother, he carried it all his life and suppressed the thought of retreating.

When he came back to his senses again, he had involuntarily come to the old Taoist body.

The old man lowered his eyes:

"If the Dharma is not passed on, there is no chance, and the truth will not make sense to the six ears, little guy, your lord, did you not teach you this truth?"

"Brother, let's go..."

A scream came from the bottom of his heart, but Yang Jue calmed down instead, his mind turned, he didn't know what the old man had discovered.

But still see the tricks:
"If there is no fate, how do you get here? Meeting is fate. As for the six ears, if the seniors don't want to pass it on, even if the juniors have thousands of ears, how can they hear it?"

Call ~
On the ten thousand zhang purple air stage, there was silence.

"Fun, interesting..."

The old Taoist stared at it for a long while, but he didn't know what he saw or guessed, and his expression softened:
"Since it is destined, before you leave, the old Taoist will send you another word..."

Yang Jue's heart moved slightly, he still didn't know the old way's thoughts at this moment, but he still bowed:
"Appreciate further details."

"Huh~"

The old Taoist brushed the dust lightly, and when people left, the sound remained:
"Don't give up in case of calamity, when you break it, you break it..."

　Good night, everyone... The temporary goal is to stabilize the two updates. After the hand is good, let's talk about making up the update.

　
(End of this chapter)