The First Saint of Alchemy

Tang Yan politely refused: "I have no interest in literature, please take back your decision and make another choice."

Wen Sheng looked at Tang Yan and said leisurely: "Even if you don't focus on literature, being tempered by literature will still be of great benefit to your practice.

Besides, with your literary luck, you can achieve considerable achievements without spending too much time.

Are you sure you want to give up?"

"Sure." Tang Yan nodded firmly.

"Don't be so anxious to refuse.

Wen Dao cultivates the righteousness of heaven and earth. The deeper the practice, the more benefits you will get.

I see that there are many causes and effects in you, and you should be in urgent need of power to solve them, right?

It only takes a few years to enter my Wen Dao, inherit my legacy, and become a saint. Why go far away?" Wen Sheng patiently advised.

Tang Yan's heart jumped when he heard this.

I really need power. If I can become a venerable, even if the foreign ruins overseas are extremely powerful, they will not dare to underestimate me.

But if this inheritance is left to me, the effect will definitely be greatly reduced.

The great world is about to begin, and leaving it to the real destined person is the best choice.

After weighing the pros and cons, Tang Yan declined: "Thank you for the gift, Wensheng, but everything in the world has its owner. If it is not mine, I will not take it even if it is a tiny bit!

Leave it to the real scholars!"

Wensheng's pupils flashed with a brilliant light.

Behind Tang Yan, he saw a vast sea, in which righteousness surged, boundless, and covered the sun and the moon.

Taking a deep breath, Wensheng felt extremely regretful.

If Tang Yan entered the way of literature, his future achievements would probably surpass his own.

Just as he was feeling regretful, the aura of Tang Yan in front of him suddenly became dense.

A flash of enlightenment flashed through Tang Yan's mind--

Three thousand weak waters, only take one scoop!

Countless auras of Taoism permeated his body.

Everyone felt the changes in Tang Yan, and their hearts were all shocked. Tang Yan was going to break through again?

And this aura was extremely strong, no worse than the last time.

As expected of Tang Yan, his comprehension was against the sky, and he was really amazing.

Just when Tang Yan was about to break through, a light golden blade rushed in through the window like a meteor and slashed directly on Tang Yan's head.

Puff!

The opportunity for breakthrough was cut off immediately.

Tang Yan looked out the window in astonishment, but did not find anything unusual.

Who interrupted his breakthrough twice in a row?

"Fuck, who is so mean, always playing tricks on Brother Tang?" Guo Zhanfeng pointed out the window and cursed.

There was no sound outside the window, as if the blade had never appeared.

Wen Sheng looked up and seemed to be able to see the void far away. He stared for a while and bowed to the distance.

"Senior, my breakthrough was interrupted twice in a row. Can you see what the problem is?" Tang Yan asked doubtfully.

Wen Sheng shook his head and said mysteriously: "The specific reason is unknown, but you don't have to worry. You may find the answer in Tian Ai Ruins."

Tang Yan was very smart. Wen Sheng's attitude might not be a bad thing for him, so he simply didn't investigate further: "Then I will try my best to find the answer."

"Well, please pass on my inheritance to Feng Chenye." Wen Sheng didn't persuade Tang Yan to join the way of literature, but told him who to pass it on to.

"Okay." Tang Yan agreed.

Wen Sheng's figure became more and more illusory, and a light spot at the center of his eyebrows shone brightly. After a while, Wen Sheng disappeared, and a white bead fell into Tang Yan's hands.

Tang Yan looked at Zhang Mohen and bowed: "Brother Zhang, this inheritance will be passed on to Mr. Feng according to Wen Sheng's instructions.

Brother Zhang, please put away the books and magic weapons in the study."

"Okay." Although Zhang Mohen regretted not being recognized by Wen Sheng, it was a great achievement to bring the things back.

Moreover, Mr. Feng's talent is well-known in the academy, so it is a good choice for Mr. Feng.

After leaving the study and returning to the starting point, everyone rushed to the north.

Six days later.

The ten people passed through two checkpoints and climbed a high mountain.

There is an ancient Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

The Taoist temple is shrouded in white clouds, looming, and from a distance, it seems to be integrated with the world.

Green tiles and red walls, flying eaves and arches, simple and vicissitudes.

There is a plaque on the gate, which reads "Xiaoyao Temple".

Seeing the name of the Taoist temple, Jun Ting speculated: "It should be the inheritance of Taoism."

Xie Yunxuan smiled and said: "It may be Xiaoyao Tianzun, let's go in and take a look."

Everyone entered the gate, crossed the courtyard, and came to the main hall.

There is a Tai Chi pattern on the ground in the hall, and there is nothing else.

The Taoist practice methods are painted on the three walls of the east, west and south.

The most eye-catching is the wall on the north side.

There is a mural on the wall.

The painting shows a vast sea with no end.

There is a whale in the middle of the mural, vivid and lifelike.

"Why is there not even a statue? Isn't the inheritance here?" Guo Zhanfeng asked in confusion.

"It's a bit strange indeed, there is no clue at all." Sun Zhanyue agreed.

"Brother Tang, can you see any clues?" Jun Ting looked at Tang Yan and asked.

Xie Yunxuan also humbly bowed to Tang Yan: "Please teach me, Brother Tang."

Tang Yan was also confused.

The hall is really too empty, could it be that the inheritance has been taken away?

It shouldn't be, the two checkpoints to enter Xiaoyao Temple are intact, theoretically no one has come here.

Since there is a heritage, Xiaoyao Tianzun is unlikely to be bored and put the heritage somewhere else.

If the heritage is in the hall... Tang Yan looked around, and his sight finally fixed on the mural on the north wall.

Whales swimming in the deep sea, quite artistic.

After watching for a while, the mural in front of him suddenly came alive!

The sea surface surged with waves, and the azure blue water extended from the feet to the horizon, the sea and the sky were one color, vast and boundless.

"Woo-oh--"

The ethereal and melodious whale cry came from afar.

I saw a huge whale playing happily near the sea surface.

It kept floating out of the sea and then sank into the seabed.

The sky is high and the sea is vast, let it gallop.

Free and unrestrained.

Watching, Tang Yan felt that his arms turned into fins, his legs turned into a fish tail, twisting his huge body, swimming happily in the sea!

Gradually, he forgot his original appearance, forgot his name, and perfectly merged into the ocean.

I don't know how long he swam in the sea, Tang Yan gradually regained some consciousness, and then fell into deep confusion.

Am I Tang Yan? Or a whale?

Did I become a whale?

Or did the whale become me?

It seems that no explanation is abrupt!

There is no absolute boundary between fantasy and reality.

Everything in the world is not eternal, and is constantly changing!

Virtual and real, life and death, existence and non-existence, self and non-self, can all be transformed into each other.

After thinking about this clearly, Tang Yan suddenly had a clear mind, and the breath on his body began to condense, and countless Dao rhymes permeated his body.

Harmony between all things, unity of heaven and man!

Tang Yan was slightly happy in his heart. This realm is also very good, and he can enter the Dao!

Everyone felt the change in Tang Yan, and a look of surprise appeared on their faces.

Tang Yan's comprehension is too amazing. How can he enter the Dao anytime and anywhere?

Xie Yunxuan was even more confused.

It's not a buddy, I asked you to teach me, how come you broke through by yourself?

Is the gap between people really so big?

"I hope you can break through smoothly." Master Pochen put his hands together and prayed for Tang Yan.

Tang Yan stood in place, and the Dao rhyme on his body became more and more.

Before the shackles loosened, he was at ease and focused on breaking through.

After two setbacks, Tang Yan began to try to break through with fear.

If nothing unexpected happened, the accident still happened.

A pale golden blade suddenly appeared at the moment when he was about to break through, and cut directly between his eyebrows.

Puff!

The opportunity to enter the Tao was broken for the third time.