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Chapter 165 How Long Do I Have? [Please subscribe! 】

As soon as Xu Kai walked into the cave, he happened to bump into a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

There is a person who is sitting quietly on a chair.

He didn't look towards the entrance of the cave, but just lowered his head and flipped through an ancient book.

A yellowed ancient book.

His face changed slightly.

Said it was a surprise, but he didn't feel it.

Instead, I was a little frightened.

He took a few steps closer and sat across from him.

"A book without words, why do you feel lonely when you read it?"

The man closed the book and smiled faintly.

He raised his head and looked towards Xu Kai.

He lightly handed the book in his hand to Xu Kai.

Xu Kai took it.

Put it into the Dade Dragon Ball.

"I'm really flattered that you prepared such a meeting gift for me as soon as you came back."

"Isn't it, Junior Brother?"

That's right, the person who suddenly appeared in Xu Kai's cave was none other than his cheap junior who had been away for a long time.

He used to be the master of the original owner of his body.

The old man who called himself "One Qi".

Although he was called an old man, his old wrinkled face was completely gone.

He looks childlike.

It is believed that he is a young man in his 40s and [-]s.

The old man nodded with a grin.

"Brother, do you still like this meeting gift from Pindao?"

Xu Kai gave him a look angrily, letting him experience it by himself.

asked him with a smile.

"Is it fun to scare people?"

The angry old man restrained his smile and looked serious.

"This is called a long ringing of alarm bells. You should also know that the scene just now will become a reality in a short time."

Xu Kai was taken aback for a moment, and his brows frowned intentionally or unintentionally.

"Reality? This will become a reality. Does the secret organization really have such a huge number of black shadows?"

"Where did you come from? I haven't asked you yet, where have you been, what have you done in the past few years, and why did you come back suddenly? What do you know?"

Xu Kai put all the questions he wanted to know in front of the angry old man, and asked him to answer them one by one.

The old man didn't even hide it.

He came back this time to bring some important information to Xu Kai.

"Brother Xian, do you still remember that when I left Pindao, I said that I was walking in pursuit of longevity. Now that I have found the road to longevity, I will naturally come back."

"Pindao said that this is the root of the poor, of course, it is also the root of the brother."

Xu Kai was taken aback for a moment.

Pursuit of longevity?

When the other party left, he didn't pay special attention to this sentence.

Now that the other party mentioned it, he immediately realized that this sentence was a pun.

longevity.

One refers to Yu Shi, the disciple of Emperor Changsheng, who found Yu Shi.

The other refers to the Most Holy Cause.

found it?
In other words, he also successfully practiced the most holy way?

His eyes lit up, and he glanced up and down at the old man.

"you also……"

The old man nodded naturally.

"Yes, after many years, I finally figured out the method of cultivation."

"It's just a pity that the way of the sage Lao Tzu is not an ordinary way, but everyone's way, and everyone is different."

"From the beginning of the Tao, there is a huge difference, so the Tao I have explored does not apply to senior brothers."

Xu Kai:? ? ?
One by one?
Xu Kai had never heard of this.

It stands to reason that a method and a system should be generally applicable to many people.

For example, the Ten Realm Qi Refining Method, such as Sanqing's Immortal Cultivation System.

How is it possible that everyone is different?

How can such a system be passed on, and how should it be spread out?
and.

Doesn't every saintly person need to go through the process of going from white to black to fill the blank world?
If it is really what the old man said...

Even if I exchanged for the set of cultivation paths in Xianfan Mall, it would be meaningless.

Because I can't use it at all.

No, he had carefully studied the blank worlds of those shadows, and their blank worlds were exactly the same as ink dots...

It doesn't look like they have one at all.

He froze for a moment and sat up straight.

If you want to say, is there anyone around him who is particularly familiar with the most holy way?

He felt that maybe he was the only junior brother...

According to Yu Shirong, the angry old man at that time just pointed at her from the air, and the power in her body was suddenly released.

This at least requires a certain understanding of the blank world to be able to do it, right?
Recently, he has been painstakingly conducting research every day.

Study power, study Yu Shirong's blank world.

Although he already had a certain understanding of it, he really felt at a loss before his eyes.

There are many problems that cannot be solved.

He originally thought that this problem would no longer be a problem after the upgrade of Xianfan Mall.

But now hearing what the old man meant, it seems that there is something else hidden?
and also.

The "dark shadows in the sky" mentioned by the angry old man just now made him feel very concerned.

"Tell me in detail."

The old man thought for a moment, then replied.

"To put it simply, the system created by the sage Lao Tzu..."

"To some extent, it's like a person holding a pen and drawing on white paper."

"Even if we use the same ink, the same brush, and the same rice paper to paint the same picture, the finished product will vary from person to person."

"What's more, the ink is different, the pen is different, the paper is different, and the painting is even more different."

"To put it simply, you can completely compare every practitioner to a painter, using the blank world as paper to create."

"Dip in ink and brush, every point, every line, every pattern can only be your own, and it cannot be copied or imitated by others."

"There is no way to follow, no way to go, it is the way of the 'sacred'."

"The name you named the most holy way is reasonable."

With a pen and ink?

Book your own book, draw your own painting?
Xu Kairu has a clear understanding.

It was as if some shackles had exploded in his mind.

He was touched by it.

He is already very talented, plus the commentary guided by the old man deliberately.

Immediately self-taught.

He looks inside the blank world.

In the boundless snow-white world, a shrunken version of his body that looked exactly like him suddenly appeared.

However, this body was as black as ink.

Its existence is like Xu Kai's "authentic" power.

Xu Kai read silently.

"I am a pen, a pen full of ink."

"To engrave and write with life and soul, this is called the Holy Way."

"Use yourself as the pen, use yourself as the ink, and write what you write."

He looked down at his pitch-black palm and waved it through the air.

In an instant, dots of ink emerged from nothingness, writing a word in the direction of his wave.

He never had any talent for drawing...

So he will not force himself to do any ink painting.

Because the finished product must be so ugly that he himself dislikes it.

He pondered for a moment, and when he looked up again, he had already made a decision in his heart.

……

The angry old man saw Xu Kai enter into a state of meditation, so he didn't continue to say more.

Point to end.

Dealing with smart people is easy.

He turned his head sideways and looked at Xu Xiaotan who ran into the cave and called "Master, Master".

Stretching out his hand to grab it, a candied haws came out from nowhere.

Inducing the little girl to say:

"Come on, call Master Uncle, this is for you to eat."

(End of this chapter)