Chu Zhiyin smiled slightly, "The Taoist priest is humble, not ugly, but he is still in a bad mood."

The old man's face collapsed and his beard was so angry that he blew on both sides. Humph! He didn't bother with the little woman.

Chu Zhiyin lowered her head and glanced at the available objects on the table. She saw the word "death" written by him, then pulled it off and held it in her hand.

He chanted: "The five qi are surging, and they rise."

The old man sneered and needed to chant a spell. The yellow-haired child opened his eyes the next moment and saw white paper floating in the air. The wind immediately blew everywhere, and many light grains around him were directly squeezing into the air.

The airflow formed a vortex, constantly sucking away the objects around it, and all the old man's hair and clothes floated there.

The flag also floated into the whirlpool, bent the flagpole.

Something kept floating into the air. The old man couldn't open his eyes in a short while, and his thin body was already a little floating.

This is ordinary wind, this is strong wind!

When he grabbed the pillar next to him, he heard a "click" sound, and the wood broke.

"Girl! Girl! Stop."

Chu Zhiyin stood in the wind unmoved.

The old man opened his mouth and drifted into his mouth. He didn't have time to spit it out, and shouted: "Auntie, I admit defeat, admit defeat."

His flagpole is about to break!

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Zhiyin took back the white paper and stood there in a state of manners, making the old man look embarrassed.

The strong wind stopped, and except for the falling grain dust, the years were so peaceful.

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve to cover up his panic. He stuttered: "Do you dare to ask the girl, but it's from Wuxian Valley?"

His magic is unmatched in Daxuan. Except for those who came out of that place, any sorcerer who entered the Wuxian Valley would issue a spell. He would not enter any realm of Daxuan in his life, nor would he help any people of Daxuan.

Chu Zhiyin asked: "Wuxian Valley? Where is it?"

The old man said in surprise: "Don't you know? Even if a practitioner does not enter the Wuxian Valley, he will definitely know this place. You are not a Daxuan person!"

He carefully checked the woman's appearance and murmured, "It's Daxuan's appearance, is it..." It's disguise.

Did it come from a foreigner?

Chu Zhiyin was also looking at him carefully.

This little old man was the first person she met to know magic. Although she was still in the situation where Tianzhi had not opened and the immortal gate had not entered, her basics were the same as Tianze's introductory teaching.

From this we can see that the mortal world is at the beginning of chaos, and there are already a group of mortals exploring the secrets of heaven. If the spiritual energy is revived, all these practitioners who practice Taoism may be Tianze’s immortal cultivators.

In his mouth, Wuxian Valley... Ancient books say, "The Ten Witches of Lingshan are Zhu Wuyuan."

The witch and Tao do not separate.

Where does the cultivators in this world go? Can she also use their power to repair the residual soul? Her spiritual veins are blocked, and whether there are other ways to practice?

After seeing this little old man, she was now full of doubts, but she seemed to have found a glimmer of hope. She felt that God was arranging her on the right path in the dark.

Seeing that the old man was still pondering, Chu Zhiyin picked up the bag on the table and prepared to look at the token inside.

But her movements were like an old man who was surprised, with a panic, at a loss and even a little aggrieved.

"Senior, this, me, then... can I change the same?"

Chu Zhiyin curled her lips, "Oh? Is there anything more expensive than this token?"

"No, no." The old man stammered and looked sad, "The most expensive thing is the token."

Chu Zhiyin laughed "Puchi" and said, "The little old man is really honest. It's useless to hold someone else's family heirloom token. She just wants to tease this little old man. Although he is old, his heart is the same as a child."

"If you don't tell me about the current situation of the monks, and if you explain it clearly, I will return the token to you."

The old man's eyes shone golden, "Really?"

"uh-huh."

The old man said, "Okay, please take your seat, you are really looking for the right person. Although it is not a secret, there are not many people who know the causes and consequences. It just so happens that I am one of them."

After saying that, he touched his beard proudly, as if he knew that these were a very great thing.

Chu Zhiyin's mouth twitched. Is there really no problem with this person being the inheritor of a sect?

"All the monks in Daxuan were almost killed sixty years ago, and the rest left and lived in various places, or they joined the Wuxian Valley, and there were few Taoist inheritors."

Chu Zhiyin asked: "Why?"

By practicing Taoism, those who practice immortals can prolong their lives. The strong ones can defeat thousands of ordinary people with one person, let alone become immortals and enter Taoism, which can create heaven and earth and divide yin and yang.

How could anyone not like strength?

The old man sighed: "It's not royal yet, shhh, I'll just tell you quietly."

He looked around with a slight look on his face, "The emperor advocated Taoism and strongly praised it. The national teacher of the dynasty was my master Zhang Tianshi, but the good times did not last long. A magician who could be a traitor from the southwest said that he could live with Tianshi."

"You also know that those who practice internal skills since childhood can only extend their lifespan. The emperor just worships the heaven and earth without doing any practice. How could he live with Tian? It is obviously a big liar."

"But the emperor believed it deeply and added the imperial teacher who had the same status as his master. From then on, our Zhang family's magic was already excluded until one day the master calculated that cholera would occur when he went abroad, and if there was no possibility of changing the ranks."

"The emperor was furious and said that the country was peaceful and the people were stable and the outside world was stable. How could there be great cholera? With the advice of the demon master, he said that the seven stars of the celestial phenomena were connected and that the seven kings outside would be summoned back to the court, and the emperor could fulfill his long-cherished wish to unify the world."

Chu Zhiyin said: "Seven Stars Beads? That's not a good sign."

The old man agreed, "Yes, but how did the emperor understand? He ignored the dissuasion of his master and transferred the seven kings back. The seven kings were ambitions, and everyone in the world knew that, but the emperor was blinded by lard and could not see clearly."

"So your sect was killed by an outside warlock?"

"It's not true, it was destroyed by the emperors today. The Seven Kings are just royal families, and some are not royal blood. They intend to compete for the throne. The former emperor is old and has no prince inheritance. Master sees the turmoil of the country. If the Seven Kings are divided, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"In the end, the master had no choice but to use his lifelong skills to open the eyes of the sky to find a way to solve it. He accidentally discovered that the emperor had brothers wandering away. Instead of being confused by the royal family's bloodline, the master had the idea of ​​changing to another heir."

Chu Zhiyin asked: "Will the emperor today be the outflowing royal bloodline?"

The old man nodded.

Chu Zhiyin said inexplicably: "That doesn't make sense. Since your master has helped the current emperor, why did the sorcerer fall to such a level?"

The old man sighed deeply, "Because of power."

She repeated: "Because of power?"

"Yes." The old man fell into deep thought and looked in the distance. "Because of fear, the emperor today witnessed the master's power to fight against the Seven Kings with his own strength. Thirty thousand soldiers and horses attacked the imperial city. The demonic path had already clamped its tail and ran away. My master sacrificed his soul to the sky, summoned the thunder that destroyed the sky and killed all the 30,000 rebels."

At that time, the black clouds were rolling and thunder surged. The royal bloodlines hid behind Zhang Tianshi and saw the blood formation sacrifice to the sky with their own eyes. The sky and the earth suddenly changed, just like the end of the world.

He was protected by his master in his arms. From the gap in his sleeve, he saw that his master had bleeding from his seven orifices after he finished reciting the spell and fell into a pool of blood.
Chapter completed!