The stars passed, the sun set and the moon rose, and another day passed. Yang Ming woke up, his head felt like a heavy blow, and the pain was splitting. He sat on the edge of the bed, stumbled to the table, poured a cup of strong tea, and took a sip.

And finished.

Now that he has sobered up, he can indeed force the alcohol out of his body with the cultivation of a martial arts saint.

"Boom!"

"who?"

"Master, seniors Lan Yin and Jia Lan have arrived." Mo Xiaoyu's voice was heard outside the room.

Yang Ming hummed and said, "Help me greet them first, and then I can go to the front hall after I tidy up."

Bang bang bang! Yang Ming patted his cheek, immediately boiled a bucket of hot water, washed up hastily, then walked out of the room and walked straight to the hall.

Jialan Fozi and Lan Yin have not seen each other for more than 20 years, and they are now in the Star Sea Realm. Although their star power is far less than that of Han Yanxue and the other three, the star skills they have practiced are only

Just one look at it, it feels like you are being dragged into an endless cycle of reincarnation.

The breaths of the two of them became deeper and more ethereal, and it was obvious that they would soar through the air and directly into the Buddha Realm in the next second.

If they really fight against each other, the two of them will not be inferior to Han Yanxue and others. This was Yang Ming's first thought after seeing the two of them after being apart for more than 20 years.

"Brother Yang Ming, I haven't seen you for a long time." Holy Son Lan and Yin felt Yang Ming's breath almost at the same time, and they both stepped forward to look at the passage in the front hall.

Yang Ming smiled faintly, cupped his hands to the two of them and said, "We haven't seen each other for more than twenty years. You two are already members of the Star Lord, and I have also fallen into the mortal world."

"It's not a bad thing to fall into the mortal world, and it's not a good thing to stand at the top." Holy Son Lan Yin smiled slightly.

"Although Brother Yang Ming has lost his breath, his cultivation has never failed. His words and deeds are full of Taoist charm, which is enough to know that Brother Yang Ming was unparalleled in his heyday." Jialan Buddha gave a salute to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming returned the greeting and said: "Jialan Buddha's Dharma cultivation is really getting more and more energetic. If I hadn't understood the realm of laws before, I might not have been able to see the mystery of Buddha."

"Brother Yang Ming is so complimentary."

"Master, you'd better come here and sit down. Everyone is waiting for you."

"Really?" Yang Ming glanced around. Not only Jialan Buddha and Holy Son Lan Yin were present, but also Mohist disciples, President Shen Tianxing and others.

These people were summoned by Mo Xiaoyu himself, but he didn't expect them all to come. Yang Ming quickly walked into the front hall and sat down on the main seat.

Everyone was silent, waiting for him to speak.

After a long time, I heard him say calmly: "You are all my old friends and descendants, and you must have seen my situation at this time."

"I was intercepted by a god in the upper realm of Qingxuan, cutting off my path of cultivation. I can maintain the realm of a martial arts saint because I rely on my seniors in the upper realm. I am even more lucky to be able to return to the lower realm."

"Xiao Yu, you are my disciple, and you should inherit my Taoism. But the sky is about to fall, and not a single snowflake can be spared. Today I will pass on the Taoism to all of you here. How much you can know depends on

You have your own understanding.”

Yang Ming's biggest wish when he came back this time was to pass on his own tradition.

Qingxuan Palace already has Taoist teachings that directly point to the realm of gods, and he also left behind some of his experiences. However, Mo Xiaoyu is just a rootless person, and the road ahead is confused. Compared with Qingxuan Palace, he needs his own guidance.

"Master, do you mean that it will never be difficult to practice cultivation from now on?"

"The gods' means are the limit of heaven and earth. My way is gone. You don't have to be sad for me. Let go of this emotion and put it to good use in the future."
Chapter completed!