The ripples in that mirror have not dissipated for a long time. Even though it is just a residual image of the past, the scene of Xuanzhen standing alone with a sword, dominating the heaven and earth, cultivating the Tao three times, seeking the Dao, proving the Tao, and finally laughing loudly, falling and disappearing into smoke, is so majestic and majestic that it is far beyond the comparison of a few short sentences from Teacher's mouth.
Such lonely courage and determination, Qi WuHuo never recovered from it for a long time.
He recalled Teacher talking about the upper, middle and lower three-way roads.
Among them, Senior Brother Xuandu, according to Teacher, is devout to the Tao, follows my teachings, practiced for many kalpas, acted and did nothing, and attained Primordial Chaos Qi.
Practicing together with heaven and earth, breathing in the sun and moon.
But all I got was Middle Vehicle.
So, what is the most Higher Vehicle?
What is the most Higher Vehicle!
Qi WuHuo Looking at Senior Brother Xuan Zhen's road, he suddenly understood the unspoken words of Teacher, what is the most Higher Vehicle road--
own path.
Forge a new path!
Sharpen your Daoist heart, determine your direction, and then move forward step by step.
Then overcoming thorns and thorns, cutting off all the external calamities and inner demons on the road, and finally making great progress, reaching the limit of this road, and reaching the end of the road. Then, no matter who I have studied under, no matter what I have experienced, the ups and downs, and the setbacks, I can also be called the ancestor of the path.
It can be done--
Dao Ancestor!
The young man thought about what his senior brother had done, uniting the world and the nine states, fighting the Demon Emperor with a sword, and inviting the heavens to drink together.
Piece by piece, pile by pile, the original path of luck was created.
In order to make ordinary people no longer bound by their talents, as long as this mind is not degenerate and lazy, there can be a feasible path, and it embraces the general trend and great aspirations. How heroic it is, never retreating, never setting back, never leaving room for oneself, only moving forward step by step, and finally breaking through the forty-ninth level of calamity and falling, without retreating or regretting.
Such pride, such a Daoist heart, being from the same sect, and being of the same race, and only one step away from success, all of this is impacting young Daoist's heart.
It caused him to have ups and downs of emotions. Those many emotions swirled in his throat for a long time, and finally he could only sigh.
"What a pity..."
Nan Qingzi was slightly startled. She simply felt that this sigh was just like the sigh of old man who rushed over after being stunned for a long time after Xuanzhen's death that day. It was the same, and the word "pity" was not the insignificant comment of others at all, but a very strong regret and extremely painful empathy.
Nan Qingzi's expression returned to its original calmness, and he said, "Who is not feeling pity?"
"He just never wanted to look back."
"The steadfastness in holding the line, Your heart is like iron, everything else is just his embellishment."
Young Daoist said, "After the Ghost Emperor woke up, why didn't you go to him immediately?"
Nan Qingzi did not answer. After a long time, he said calmly, "It's just four years. He is Human Emperor and I am the Ghost Emperor. For us, four years just passed by in a flash. It is not worth mentioning and there is no need to keep it in our hearts."
"Why should I go to him in the first place?"
"I am like this, and so is he."
That's what she said, but when she looked up, she seemed to be still looking at the past that was more than 8,000 years ago. She saw their only happy two years, living in seclusion in the courtyard at the foot of the mountain. Their courtyard opened up the scenery of the world, with bamboos in the corners, pines beside the house, and large chrysanthemums to enjoy in autumn.
Because she was born in a water town, the Daoist even personally brought running water into the yard and planted lotus flowers.
Watching the lotus and admiring the moon on a summer night, the Daoist always said that because there are many vegetation, there are inevitably too many mosquitoes, and in a land with water, the books are damp and easily bitten by insects, which is quite troublesome. The Daoist turned over the book and the woman shook her fan. The time at the foot of the mountain was obviously short and boring, and there seemed to be nothing special, but it was hard for her to forget.
Qi WuHuo looked at the absent-minded Southern Ghost Emperor: "So, have you ever seen Xuanzhen...Human Emperor's tomb?"
Southern Ghost Emperor said calmly, "He disappeared into thin air... I hate him deeply and have never seen him!"
Young Daoist said, "He was buried at the foot of a mountain."
Nan Qingzi's body trembled suddenly and his eyes widened.
Under the mountain...
Qi WuHuo didn't know why Southern Ghost Emperor suddenly had such a big reaction to this mountain. It's just that as a junior brother, he needs to pass on these things. He said, "There are no mausoleums or gorgeous burials, just a solitary grave. There is a stone tablet there, numbered Thirteen Sorrows of the Mystic Gate."
Qi WuHuo said in a clear tone and softly:
"The first thing I hate is that book bags are easy to be damaged."
Nan Qingzi's palm subconsciously grabbed the cuff and held it tightly. Is this a coincidence?
Did he also miss what she missed before he died?
Young Daoist looked at her, paused, and then said softly:
"The second hate is that love is deep and love is shallow, and a beautiful woman is unlucky."
Nan Qingzi's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. She stood there quietly, but young Daoist suddenly felt that she had become very far away, with a coldness and warmth that belonged to Southern Ghost Emperor. The chill and the aggressive and beautiful feeling also dissipated. Young Daoist seemed to understand that perhaps, [Nan Qingzi] and [Southern Ghost Emperor] were not exactly the same.
[Nan Qingzi] is the most essential nature of [Southern Ghost Emperor]. It is the possibility of what it would be like if she was not born with pure Yin ghosts and gods, but was born in the Human World. This time, the attempt and possibility met Supreme Xuan Zhen who is walking in the world.
Young Daoist said slowly, "The third hate is that there are mosquitoes on summer nights, the fourth hate is that the platform is easy to leak, the fifth hate is that the chrysanthemum leaves are burnt, the sixth hate is that the pines are so big with ants, the seventh hate is that the bamboo leaves are falling, the eighth hate is that the osmanthus and the lotus are easy to fade, the ninth hate is that the lotus hides the anvils, the tenth hate is that the peanuts are thorns..."
In his opinion, these are senior brothers and people with many obsessions and emotions, not just sculptures.
It is great love, not ruthless.
But in Nan Qingzi's ears, it had a different meaning.
For many things, only the person involved knew the hidden thoughts and meanings. Somehow, the picture in front of her eyes became blurred. She seemed to be able to see the two years in the small courtyard, and saw the troubled young Daoist sitting by the lotus pond, scrolling through his book, while she sat on a chair and looked at him.
The Daoist spread out the books and looked at the insect-eaten pages. His eyebrows were furrowed and his teeth were bared, but when he raised his head and looked at her, his smile was still warm and bright.
Everything in front of my eyes was blurry, and then tears fell down.
It fell to the ground and turned into the pure yin energy of the nine heavens.
Qi WuHuo's voice paused, looking at Nan Qingzi who burst into tears for some reason or at some point, Southern Ghost Emperor's unparalleled face was pale, Qi WuHuo sighed and said:
"The innate yin gods and ghosts are so yin and pure that they have no so-called surnames."
"And in that life you ran away from home and remained anonymous."
"So, the name Nan Qingzi."
"Actually, it was your name when you and Xuanzhen spent just four years in that life."
Thirteen Sorrows of the Mystic Gate, the ten hatreds are only you, the three hatreds are the Tao, and there is no self.
The most yin is the purest, born innately, and given the name of meeting each other, it lasts for eight thousand years.
Qi WuHuo looked at the 'person' in front of him and sighed, "Why..."
Why didn't you look for him when you woke up?
Southern Ghost Emperor raised his hand and wiped the 'tears' from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he was stunned, but he laughed and said softly, "At that time, he was the most accomplished person in the world, the most courageous Blazing like Fire, and he was high-spirited. At that time, he should not and could not have a [ghost] as his wife."
Young Daoist sighed slightly.
Nan Qingzi did not care about this anymore, but suddenly said, "You may have a chance to see his tombstone."
"It should be his old friend."
"Then, maybe this thing can be entrusted to you."
"Huh?"
Qi WuHuo was stunned when he saw the woman stretched out her hand and touched it slightly at the cuff. The mirror, which was the same as Northern Emperor Mirror, began to glow with light. It immediately turned into a formation. After being unraveled in an extremely mysterious way, the endless light converged and turned into a scroll, with extremely rich energy on it.
Qi WuHuo said, "This is..."
Nan Qingzi stroked the scroll with his palm and said softly, "It is his way."
Young Daoist said, "His way..."
"Well, it's the way of luck that any living being can practice. The more it helps the world, the stronger the luck will be."
"As for the evil plunderer, he does not have access to the clock of destiny; he did not choose absolute equality, but chose to give all living beings equal opportunities and choices. As for the way of destiny, he has completed the first and most fundamental part. It is a pity that he has not been able to complete the last part before..."
Nan Qingzi didn't say any more.
He took a breath, calmed his mind, and said:
"And this road is just a prototype."
"He said that the world has been tired for a long time, and if strong medicine is given, all will perish; the heaven and the earth rotate, with one yang from the winter solstice, and then from one yang to six yangs, and so on. It is also like planting a tree. You need to plant the seeds first, then have buds, then have stems, then have branches and leaves, and finally you can bear fruit. What he did was not to open a road, not to complete the road in one breath, but to plant the seeds."
"The road cannot be built overnight."
"Since it is the path of 'people', it should be completed by generations of people, otherwise, this is not Human Dao."
"This is the seed he found."
The 'seed' of the way of luck.
The seeds of the way of the world.
Qi WuHuo recalled what he said when he was confronting Lord Jidu Xingjun in Zhongzhou. After the fall of Human Emperor eight thousand years ago, his eight ministers split his country, causing the human world that had finally reached unity to be divided again into a chaotic world.
There is no doubt that the way of luck in this era is completely different from the purpose when Xuanzhen developed it.
The current destiny the way of the Human Emperor is just the path formed by the eight ministers who watched Xuanzhen do what he did.
It is not pure and extremely complex.
What this scroll represents is the last step that Xuan Zhen regrets but never completed, his achievements, disasters, cause and effect, but--
Just as it says.
Since it is the path of man, it should be completed by generations of people.
How can we hope that the pioneers will complete everything?
Young Daoist Looking at the scroll that represented [luck], he stepped back slightly, then shook his sleeves, cupped his hands, and took the scroll with both hands very solemnly, and said softly, "Then, his last wish and cause and effect."
"Pindao, take it."
"I'll help him finish the last part."
The voice paused and Qi WuHuo said:
"Sister-in-law."
Nan Qingzi was startled for a moment, then his eyes widened, and then he saw young Daoist holding the scroll and standing up, with his left hand hanging down and his right hand raised Daoist incantation in front of him. His facial features, and even his temperament, were completely different from those of the Daoist from more than eight thousand years ago, but the clear aura seemed to come from the same lineage.
In a daze, it was almost like the first time I met Xuanzhen, but more than eight thousand years later, I saw young Daoist saying this:
"Pindao, Xuanwei."
Xuanwei...
Nan Qingzi's eyes widened, and he immediately realized something and said, "Are you his junior brother?!"
She suppressed her voice and said hastily, "You, why did you come to this place to take risks?"
"Let's go quickly!"
"I, I can't bear to be called you like this..."
Qi WuHuo shook his head and replied, "After senior brother overthrew the kings of the Zhou family, he was alone and had no descendants..."
After that, due to the chaos in Fengdu, Nan Qingzi, who knew little about human affairs, was stunned and said:
"What about Human Emperor now?"
Qi WuHuo replied, "After the death of senior brother, there was the Rebellion of the Eight Kings. The eight ministers divided the land of the world and fell out with Demon Race. The countries of the Human World now are all inherited by the ministers who betrayed senior brother. Their methods were all achieved by watching senior brother or receiving guidance from senior brother."
"Betrayal..."
Nan Qingzi murmured, then shook his head and said calmly, "Xuanzhen doesn't care about betrayal."
"But since they are dividing the nine states in the world, I'm afraid they are doing it for their own selfish desires."
Qi WuHuo told what Human Emperor is doing now.
She was silent for a long time, and finally put her hand into her sleeve, and when she slowly took it out, the strands of light gathered together and turned into a jade seal with a very strong aura of humanity. Nan Qingzi stroked the seal with her palm and said, "This is... what he gave to me when he died. It is his seal."
"I originally regarded it as my last refuge, but since you are his junior brother, I will give it to you first."
"You hold this..."
She held the jade seal and put it in Qi WuHuo's hand.
Young Daoist's wrist sank, feeling the weight of this object.
"Perhaps, depose the emperors!"