Qi WuHuo raised his eyes and looked at [Passage Hall] and nodded.
The old man patted his shoulder gently, and a flowing breath covered him, covering his body and breath.
Heaven and earth are hidden, and all sentient beings are hidden.
So the three souls converged in the mud palace, and the essence returned to chaos.
Even Thousand-Mile Eye, the divine general in the heaven, has no hope of seeing a trace of him; Listening Divine Beast, the general in the underworld, can no longer hear a sound.
old man handed the whisk in his hand to Qi WuHuo and said with a smile, "I won't go in."
Qi WuHuo bowed and walked quietly into the [channel view]. There were many people coming and going, but no one could notice him. Qi WuHuo saw a Daoist sitting on a three-foot high platform under the pines and cypresses, with ten cranes on his head, his breath was long and mysterious, holding a Jade Ruyi in his hand, and he was talking about many mysterious methods.
Qi WuHuo thought for a while and did not reveal his figure immediately to ask.
With both hands in front of the body, the right hand is holding the left hand, just like when meditating. The whisk is placed on the arm, and he stands quietly beside everyone, listening to this senior brother's explanation of Daoism. It is indeed mysterious and profound.
The methods of Gathering and Refining Primordial Essence and Primordial Prenatal Qi are explained very clearly.
But Qi WuHuo vaguely seemed to be able to feel that what the Daoist said was probably developed by himself based on some formulas taught by old man. In comparison, it was far less profound and subtle than what old man taught. The Daoist talked about Daoism and solved the doubts of many disciples before leaving.
Many disciples stood up together, bowed and said Teacher to see each other off.
Qi WuHuo thought for a while and followed behind him.
Looking back, I saw that some of these many disciples were young and handsome, and some were dressed in luxurious clothes. They all seemed to be the best among the people.
And my senior brother's footsteps are also very brisk.
The Daoist walked back to the quiet room. He had no luxury and was still simple. He just made tea for himself.
The Daoist lowered his eyes and exhaled. Listening to the endless Teacher calls outside, a slight smile still appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly he whispered in a free and easy voice:
"Purple Mansion Immortal chanting sutras at night, sitting in the pine breeze as if playing the harp."
"I will go to Qingcheng again tomorrow morning, smiling at Penglai as my guest."
Suddenly I heard a soft voice. "Senior brother, you are in a very good mood."
Dao Human Heart was horrified. Considering his own level, he was actually deceived into such a distance. He could not help but feel waves in his heart. However, after all, he had rich experience and still spoke calmly. He said with a smile, "Where are you, fellow Daoist, coming here to find me?"
Qi WuHuo dispersed the decree.
So the owner of the Passage Hall was ready to attack. Whenever he noticed a change in Qi, he would kill it with one move. However, he suddenly saw ripples in the space seven steps in front of him, and a young Daoist walked out naturally.
Wearing blue Water Cloud Robe, with black hair in a wooden hairpin, a five-color silk ribbon around her waist, and no jade pendant.
Only insert a green branch diagonally on one side.
Holding the fly whisk with your right hand, you look handsome and natural.
Just like the high-ranking disciples of Xuanmen, like the immortal guests of Mortal World.
The expression of the Daoist who pioneered Passage Hall changed slightly and he stood up.
"You are?!!"
Qi WuHuo looked at the Daoist in front of him and saw that he was still simple. He only wore an ordinary Daoist robe and a wooden hairpin. He didn't have any luxury. He just had a deep temperament and bright eyes. So he raised his hands and bowed slightly, saying:
"Junior brother Xuan Wei, I have met my senior brother."
"Xuanwei..."
The man subconsciously turned around to search, but failed to find the old man. He subconsciously asked:
"Where is Teacher?"
Qi WuHuo was quiet for a moment and answered according to Teacher's instructions, "I am the only one here today."
The man was obviously relieved and said with a smile:
"I didn't know that my junior brother was here, and I didn't tell you in advance, so my senior brother wasn't able to properly prepare to entertain you."
"Come, sit down and have a cup of tea."
He took out the tea, and Qi WuHuo recognized that although it was not an expensive type of tea, it was not an ordinary item either. It should be the kind that only grows on the cliffs of mountains and rivers. Even the water for making tea seemed to have been brought and melted by glaciers in extremely cold places. He looked at the Daoist in front of him, without much greeting, and just said, "Teacher I want you to return to the master to practice, is that okay?"
The Daoist said, "Returning to the master's door? What do you want to do?"
Qi WuHuo replied, "Wandering around, looking for teachers and friends, cultivating one's nature and life."
The Daoist was silent and subconsciously raised his eyes to look out the window. He could see the canopy full of flowers and the evergreen pines and cypresses.
Although he does not like luxury enjoyment, many of his disciples respect him and respect him. They are all high-ranking officials when they come and go; chatting and drinking, they are also the most beautiful people in the world. Although he does not interfere in the world's affairs, the changes in the world are related to me. Every move can change the situation of a country. The emperor of the human race practices the way of luck, and I am the Supporting the Dragon Court one.
A single drop in the mortal world can trigger thousands of changes.
I am not lustful, but the beauties in the world will let me choose. I am not greedy for money, but if I want it, I will just bow down.
When I thought of this place, I suddenly felt a little contentment, rising from the deepest part of my Daoist heart.
But after leaving, I'm afraid I'll have to travel around, and I won't be able to do this again.
He looked around the tea cup with his palms, seeming to hesitate for a moment, and then smiled casually:
"Maybe, I can only disobey Teacher's master's orders."
Qi WuHuo said, "Why?"
The Daoist replied, "I once had a great ambition to educate all the disciples in the world, but now I have just started. Today's emperors are considered heroic. With my help, they can achieve great things and wipe out Demon Kingdom from all directions. They can also recruit many disciples to join my Daoist sect and pass on my teachings. It has not been completed yet, so I cannot leave with Teacher."
Qi WuHuo looked deeply at the Daoist, did not agree to his request to stay, and stood up to leave.
"In that case, Teacher gave Daoist title and Jade Slip to senior brother."
"Please return it."
The Daoist was silent for a moment, then reached into his sleeve and took out Jade Slip. However, this Jade Slip never left his body for a moment.
He rubbed this Jade Slip with his fingers, and finally handed Jade Slip to Qi WuHuo.
There are regrets in my heart, but also a feeling of relief, and even a little distracting thoughts, thinking that the skills have been taught to me anyway, and I have walked my own path. This Jade Slip does not seem to be too important except for the records of fate back then. Now, my current cultivation level can be called Earthly Immortal in the world of mortals, but I also have the foundation of freedom and ease.
People, after all, still have to make their own choices.
After he finished drinking the tea, his Daoist heart did not change. He stood up and said with a smile, "Junior brother, I will send you off..."
Qi WuHuo shook his head and said, "No need to trouble fellow Daoist."
The Celestial Master who once had Daoist title Yuyang had a complicated look on his face and sighed with emotion. He watched the young man open the door, and the sun shone into the room. There was some dust rising and falling, but it seemed to emit a golden stream of light in the sunshine. When Qi WuHuo walked out, there were some registered disciples here who looked at him in surprise. The young man just nodded politely and walked out step by step with his Daoist shoes.
He curiously asked the Daoist who stood up with gray hair on his temples, "Teacher, who is this little Daoist?"
The Daoist who had lost the Daoist title of Yuyang Zhenren looked at the young man walking among the light and shadow, wearing a blue water cloud suit, a sword case behind his back, and a straight back. He recalled his appearance when he first entered the Daoism, with a mixture of confusion and a sigh. Suddenly he seemed to be relieved. He smiled to himself, shook his head, turned around, and said calmly, "An old friend."
"That's all..."
Qi WuHuo When he walked outside, he saw the old man looking up at the falling leaves, as if he was concentrating on it.
I don't know why, but I was a little angry and sad. I took out the jade token in my hand and said, "Teacher, what are you doing?"
The old man didn't look back, he just raised his hand and pointed to this evergreen tree. There was a leaf that was moving slightly in the wind. It seemed to be falling down, but it seemed to be still on it. It was half withered and half green, which was quite mysterious. He smiled and said, "Master, I just want to see whether this leaf will fall or not, and when will it fall and when will it wither?"
Then he added, "It seems like he didn't follow you out and has already made his choice?"
Qi WuHuo nodded.
The old man turned around and looked at this Jade Slip. It had the same texture as the Qi WuHuo. It had jade on the front and the Daoist's name and surname on the back. The old man looked at Qi WuHuo and said, "Go take out the sword and smash this Jade Slip."
Qi WuHuo has not yet reached the level of Primordial Prenatal Qi. He just took out the sword from the sword case and followed old man's instructions.
With a slash of the sword, the blade hit Jade Slip, and Jade Slip shattered into pieces.
The old man took out a candied haws and handed it to him, smiling and saying, "Good boy, this is for you."
Blue-robed youth said, "I am no longer a child, Teacher doesn't have to treat me like this."
The old man smiled and said, "Would you like to eat?"
"... food."
Qi WuHuo carried the sword case on his back, put the sword away, and then took the candied haws.
First, he carefully licked the tissue paper that the syrup had turned into, then slowly ate it and asked:
"Teacher, crush Jade Slip, is that enough?"
The old man said gently, "Yes, that's enough."
"I won't take anything away, nor take away his cultivation and achievements."
"His foundation is still there and his practice is still there, but he just has no connection with me."
Qi WuHuo still didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. While he was meditating, Jade Slip, which was thrown behind his back by the roadside, suddenly shattered into pieces, turned into light dust, and ceased to exist.
On the evergreen trees, a green leaf finally falls.
old man smiled and sighed:
"It's just that since then, he has [never been] my disciple."