Take a Door with You

Crash!

The waves beat against the rocks, stirring up waves one by one.

Cao Xin is in the sea, with a sword in his hand, walking like a mountain, taking the fierce waves as imaginary enemies, breaking through the waves with his sword, and constantly fighting.

The sword technique is sometimes psychedelic and sometimes complicated.

Qingqiu Eighteen Illusions!

Eighty-eight sixty-four-style flying eagle maneuvering swordsmanship!

The two sets of swordsmanship were rehearsed and honed over and over again by Cao Xin. The former has been mastered, while the latter is the most complicated and difficult to practice.

But practice again and again.

Think again.

From time to time, a little sentiment came to my heart.

Sometimes pondering moves.

Mobilize the mood from time to time.

Qishan is known as the Thirty-Three Swordsmanship, and this set of swordsmanship Eight Eighty Sixty-Four Styles Flying Eagle Whirling Swordsmanship is among them. It is the most complicated and the most ruthless among Qishan swordsmanship, and it is also the most difficult to practice. one.

The change of moves is not easy to figure out.

To practice this set of sword techniques, what is more indispensable is courage, ruthlessness, lack of mood, and greatly reduced power.

While Cao Xin was pondering the connection of various moves, he was also pondering how to coordinate his state of mind with his sword moves to exert greater power.

Immerse yourself in it.

Before you know it, time passes.

Wait until exhausted.

Cao Xin put away his sword, turned back and went ashore, preparing to enter the primitive fairyland to cultivate himself, and then go to the bottom of Yuanhe River to practice internal strength.

but.

Just at this moment.

Before Cao Xin was about to enter the primordial fairyland, he casually glanced at the sea, his expression suddenly changed——

...

The vast sea.

A flat boat moves slowly.

There is a man standing on top, with long hair tied and wrapped in animal skin. From a distance, he looks like a savage. But when he got closer, he realized that he was an old man with black hair and white beard. His demeanor and demeanor, except for his clothes, had nothing to do with savages.

Cao Xin stood on the shore, found the boat, and found the old man.

The old man also saw Cao Xin, with a look of astonishment on his face, and then he picked up the oar in surprise, and slapped it on the sea at random.

Master!

Cao Xin's pupils contracted.

With this skill alone, he can lift weights lightly, no less than a master.

At least.

Ask yourself.

Cao Xin couldn't be so calm.

Stay to shore.

Seeing the old man turned over and got off the boat, he lifted the boat over his head with one hand, and just like that, stepping on the waves step by step, he carried the boat to the shore.

With this strength, it is no problem to carry a tripod.

boom!

The boat landed.

The old man cupped his hands and bowed to Cao Xin: Zhang Jue, Taoist of Dongtu, met fellow Taoist.

Zhang Jue was a little excited.

Going to sea for six full years.

I don't know how many thousands of miles I have wandered.

Finally, on a distant coast far away from home and Daliang, I meet a real person.

This is so rare.

Even though this person was wearing a mask, Zhang Jue felt very cordial.

Seeing that his black clothes are still intact, I look forward to it even more.

Clothes are fine.

Does it mean that there are human beings and kingdoms around here, on this continent?

He has been searching for six years but has not seen him. Is there another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright?

I want to say a lot.

Many questions to ask.

For a moment, Zhang Jue didn't know where to speak.

And this side—

Dongtu?

Zhang Jue?

When Cao Xin discovered this old man, he had already changed into black clothes, white hair, and silver face, and turned into the appearance of Yang Guo. It's a fellow villager: Could it be that the Taoist priest is from Daliang?

Huh?

Fellow Daoist also knows Daliang?

Zhang Jue was shocked when he heard that.

He has been out at sea for six years, and he doesn't know where he has drifted to. A person he meets at random speaks Mandarin with a Xijing accent?

Could it be—

Wandering outside, going round and round, and returned to Daliang?

Zhang Jue began to doubt.

It's the opposite?

Cao Xin also became confused: Shouldn't my place be the northernmost point of the Eastern Land Continent where Daliang is located?

One old and one young.

looked at each other.

...

In the end, the old Taoist Zhang Jue was the first to react, and hesitantly said, Fellow Daoist is also from Daliang?

good.

I'm Xia Yang Guo, a member of the Xijing Prefecture of Daliang.

Cao Xin reported his family name.

Hearing this, Zhang Jue didn't care about the surprise of fellow villagers meeting fellow villagers, and quickly asked: I wonder if this place is Dongtu? How far is it from Daliang?

You don't know either?

Cao Xin looked puzzled.

Seeing this, Zhang Jue hurriedly said, It has been six years since the old Taoist went to sea at the beginning of the second year of Qianyou. He set off from the South China Sea and went all the way to the south. He originally wanted to see the farther world, but he didn't expect to go back to the east today. earth!

Obediently!

Going to sea alone, it will take six years?

This old way, a cowman!

Much more powerful than him and the Divine Condor.

Ah Xia, who has only been flying for three months, and only flies four hours a day, can't stand it now. I really can't imagine, what kind of person can persevere in asceticism for six years in the boundless sea.

This is a great man.

Even more ruthless.

At the same time, Cao Xin understood.

Obviously.

This old Taoist, like him, started from the South China Sea, found a direction, and headed straight south.

But now, when Cao Xin met the old man, he thought he would turn back to Daliang.

The old way is the same.

When I met Cao Xin who claimed to be from Xijing Prefecture, he also thought that he had lost his way at sea, and unknowingly turned back and returned to Dongtu.

There was an oolong.

Cao Xin tidied things up a bit, then smiled and said: We may have misunderstood. The Taoist priest went to sea for six years, and he has been going south. Yang is similar. Since he hit Daliang, he has traveled southward for 260,000 miles. It takes six years to travel a hundred miles, and it’s about the same to get here.”

Travel hundreds of miles a day.

It may be difficult for ordinary people, but for this old man——

Zhang Jue——

【Root bone: 8】

【Age: 126】

[Sequence: None]

[Life Point: 28]

【Energy Value: 49】

[Spirit value: 42]

...

Tsk tsk!

At the age of more than 120 years, you can still go on a great voyage alone, you really are not a mortal!

Cao Xin casually threw two insights to the old Taoist. Seeing his six attributes, although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, he couldn't help but gasp.

Eight bones!

One hundred and twenty-six years old!

The energy value is as high as forty-nine points, surpassing all the grand masters in Daliang, surpassing them by a whole order of magnitude!

Even the spiritual value is more than forty points, far surpassing Grandmaster Liang!

That is, the life value is slightly lower.

This may have something to do with his age. Life and death are important matters. As he grows older, his vitality will be lost, which is inevitable.

After seeing the attributes, Cao Xin was shocked.

But at the same time.

He could also understand how this old Taoist could travel alone for six years, wandering 260,000 miles, to come here and meet him.

ceiling!

This is the ceiling!

Zhang Jue?

I just said why it sounds so familiar!

After Cao Xin looked at the attributes of the old Taoist, then looked at the age, and then looked at the three-dimensional values, he immediately remembered: It turns out that the Chongyang real person of Qingyang Palace is in front of you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

This 'Zhang Jue' is not someone else, but the ceiling of the force of the Liang Jianghu——

Chongyang real person!

His real name was 'Zhang Jue', which was often mentioned when he was young, but since Chongyang real person became highly respected, he was rarely heard of, and was always honored as 'real person'.

Over time.

The name of the layman is unknown.

Fortunately, the Embroidery Division formulated the 'Golden Embroidered Clothes List', on which there are many introductions to the masters, which naturally includes Chongyang Daoist who is number one on the list. His biography is very clear, including his layman's name.

Cao Xin saw it at the time and was impressed.

I didn't think of it the first time I met the old man, but combined with this attribute, I'm afraid there will be no second person.

this side.

Seeing that Cao Xin recognized him, Zhang Laodao was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that there were still young people who remembered his layman's name.

But in comparison, he was even more surprised——

Twenty-six thousand miles?

Yang Xiaoyou means that this place is 260,000 miles away from Dongtu?

Daoist Chongyang has been wandering in the sea for six years, and he has also passed by the mainland and islands, but he spends more time on the sea, and can only rely on the sun and astrology to identify his position and ensure that he keeps heading south.

But after six full years, how many miles he has traveled, how can he remember and calculate.

Travel hundreds of miles a day?

Far more than that!

But going around and around, excluding the winding and tortuous detours, 260,000 miles seems to be about the same.

I saw little friend just now, and the old Taoist thought he was going back to the east again.

But I didn't expect that this place is nearly 300,000 miles away from Daliang.

Daoist Chongyang was emotional for a moment.

Even if he is a master, wandering for six years is not easy.

hardships.

dangerous.

Not enough for outsiders.

If it weren't for his meritorious deeds, he would have died countless times.

Therefore.

He was also very curious about Cao Xin's ability to travel to this place: I wonder how long you have been at sea?

Meet old acquaintances in other lands.

Since it is kind.

Chongyang Daoist's tone was more enthusiastic.

When Cao Xin heard the words, he laughed and said: In April this year, Yang went to Qingyang Mountain and wanted to see the real person. At that time, Master Lu said that the real person had retreated for many years and had not seen outsiders. Yang felt deeply regretful. Unexpectedly, To be able to meet a real person here.

This year?

April? !

Daoist Chongyang looked surprised: How is it possible?

A real person.

You might as well go to the island and listen to me in detail.

Cao Xin laughed.

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