Du Ze sat in Qiuyue Temple for three consecutive days.

Under a sycamore tree in the temple, he sat cross-legged among the fallen leaves, knocking his breath and closing his eyes, and sometimes raising his eyes, he could feel his qi and blood gradually becoming quiet, his body gradually weakening, and his qi flowed, becoming more and more astringent.

This is the inevitable result of the collapse of the Taoist heart.

And new cracks emerged from time to time in Du Ze's heart, which made his body decline more quickly.

——Even if the heart of Tao has not completely broken down, there is still a glimmer of vitality. Even so, Du Ze's body becomes weaker. If his heart of Tao has been completely broken, there will probably be no chance of re-cultivation, or even no physiology.

But for some reason, Du Ze kept sitting under the sycamore tree, silent and his clothes were stained with dust, but there was no pain or regret between his eyebrows and eyes, only a faint question, as if he was thinking about something.

That's it until three days later.

Hong Yi finally returned from Yujing City.

The young man's crisp foot sounded from outside the temple, walking "dada" on the bluestone road slab, with the slightest spring breeze, and the young man's voice came from outside the temple:

"Teacher... In this provincial examination, my disciples must understand Yuan - Jie Yuan, the number one in the provincial examination in Yujing City!"

The young man rushed into the temple with a smile on his face, but looking at the young man sitting cross-legged under the tree, his face instantly turned into astonishment.

"Teacher, you..."

“Good done.”

Hearing Hong Yi's joyful voice, Du Ze thought of the ordinary teenagers in the Origin Plane who had achieved good results and rushed home excitedly with the transcripts for their parents to show them. Naturally, a gentle smile appeared on his face. However, after seeing Hong Yi's surprised expression, his eyes flashed slightly and asked lightly:

"What's wrong?"

Hong Yi opened his mouth, as if he couldn't speak for a while. After a while, he said:

"Teacher...you're old."

Whitehead?

"Yeah?"

Du Ze was suddenly stunned, then smiled, his eyes turned slightly, and for the first time he saw the white silk passing by his temples.

After sitting under the sycamore tree for three days, he finally realized that he was half white.

"It's nothing."

Just a little stunned, Du Ze immediately became silent, but didn't care.

Looking at Hong Yi still staring at his eyes blankly, Du Ze frowned slightly and shook his head and said:

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, white and black hair, the normal state of the world. You and I are both practitioners, so why bother to seek longevity and longevity?"

Hearing Du Ze's awkward shout, Hong Yi finally came back to his senses and said "hmm" huh, but the eyes of Du Ze were still filled with a little surprise and strangeness.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that today's teacher seemed a little different...

The teacher a few days ago looked extremely domineering, and his every move seemed to be with a look of arrogance that determines all living beings. He stood there like a high sky and like a mountain range.

But today's teacher seems a little... strange.

The teacher sat under the paulownia tree, with yellow leaves falling on his shoulders and white hairs all over his hair. He still had the figure of a young man, but the eyes and eyes were both the dullness of the old man seeing through the vicissitudes of life and the persistence of the young man thinking hard.

Compared with the teacher before, this teacher seems to have less sense of nothingness and less silence. But it has a lot more... what people feel?

But no matter what, Hong Yi felt much more comforting when facing such a teacher. He even felt a little more joy.

"Hong Yi."

"Hey--!" Du Ze suddenly called him, making Hong Yi come back to his senses. He looked closely and Du Ze looked at him with deep eyes, as if he was looking at the vastness of the world.

"Teacher, what are your instructions..."

"I'm leaving."

Hearing Du Ze's voice, Hong Yi was shocked and looked at him in surprise: "Teacher, I still want to learn more. I have not defeated Hong Xuanji..."

Hearing Hong Yi's words, Du Ze shook his head and smiled, Shen Weilin:

"If I ask me to guide you with one hand, even if you can enter the extreme realm of martial arts in a short time, don't say that defeating Hong Xuanji is to break through the human immortal and becoming the Creator's realm is easy to turn. But if this is the case, I'm afraid that your achievements will stop at the realm of the Yang God, and you will not be able to go further, let alone break through the other shore..."

"...A man who has been fighting against the sky and the earth for a lifetime has received some help on his own path, but most of the time he still fights a world with his own moves and moves... The ancient sun god is born and raised by the earth, so he can make the world the most powerful. Although the ancient sage emperor is also a temporary honor, he is guided by the Emperor of Changsheng, so he has never achieved the same achievements as fortune and immortality. The best one is Panhuang, but he has not escaped from the rut of Emperor of Changsheng. He cannot live forever and see forever before he set foot on the other side..."

When Hong Yi heard this, he felt uneasy. After all, Du Ze regarded the immortality and fortune of his peers as his peers, but they were all mythical powerhouses from the ancient times, and what he sighed slightly was the Saint Emperor of the World in the ancient times.

In Hong Yi's opinion, the teacher's voice was light and silent, but when he talked, it seemed to have a sense of confusion in the past and present. In a quiet state, the world was in the conversation.

Such aura really made him quite fascinated.

Looking at the brilliant colors among the young gods, Du Ze thought about it and smiled slightly.

With his thinking, it is naturally easy to understand the mood of a 16 or 17-year-old boy like Hong Yi. If he had regarded Hong Yi as the protagonist of this plane and as an experimental subject for exploring the fortune of heaven and earth, he would naturally feel disdainful of it. But at this moment, his mood faded, but he only smiled gently in his heart:

After all, he's still a teenager...

No matter how Hong Yi was later shocking the world, how ancient and modern times, slaughtering the immortals, destroying the creator, killing the master of shattering vacuum like crushing ants, he still remained unscathed after devouring the power of the two ancient sun gods. But at this time, he was still a 16 or 17-year-old man after all.

Although Hong Yi now has a sad past, driven by hatred, and his desire to cut off his blood ties from the Hong family, after all, he is just a young man who is familiar with poetry and books, etiquette, and has a deep sense of flying spirit in his heart.

——Even after writing the Book of Changes and achieving the Creator for several years, he still had some free habit of being a chivalrous.

For the first time, Du Ze truly looked at his disciples with a master-like sun god. After a moment, he smiled.

"You should go on your own path, not be bound by mine."
Chapter completed!