Zhang Xuansheng looked at the big can of Linglan in front of him, his face dark.

Is this the important thing that Xiao Xiong said?

Indeed, he has never seen this kind of spiritual land before. It is probably a good thing to grow elixirs, but this is important to the bear!

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He was speechless as he looked as the little guy lying on top and rubbed his face hard.

"Ao Woo?"

Zhang Xuansheng took the back of the bear's neck and pulled it out of the spiritual soil.

"Do you remember other places except this?"

The little bear was lifted in the air and fluttered hard, but his claws were too short and he couldn't catch anything. In the end, he could only think about it obediently.

"Aowoo!"

It seemed as if it had thought of something again, Zhang Xuansheng put it on his shoulder and set off again.

After twists and turns, going up to heaven and earth, when Zhang Xuansheng was almost fascinated, the picture in front of him suddenly sucked.

"It's interesting."

As he said that, Zhang Xuansheng also glanced at the little bear lying on his shoulder.

He was walking on the road before, and suddenly he arrived in this stone house. During this period, he didn't feel like he was traveling through space, nor did he look like a illusion array.

But he estimated that the route that the bear took him to walk before should have some rules.

The light in the stone house was dim and the bear became quiet. Zhang Xuansheng took out a night pearl and found a thick stone pillar in the middle of the stone house, which was about one meter wide in diameter and was empty inside.

He moved his steps and was about to look around, but halfway through, his steps froze a little.

I saw a shadow of a person behind the stone pillar!

"What? Why don't you keep moving forward?"

Immediately afterwards, the sound sounded, which made Zhang Xuansheng's mind tremble.

I, or his descendant?

A zombie!?

Or is the ancestor Hongtian not dead at all?

Many conjectures flashed through Zhang Xuansheng's mind for a moment.

After forcing himself to calm down, he took a few more steps and walked around, and then he could see the other person clearly from the front.

He is an old man in purple clothes, with a long beard, a childish face, a gentle smile on his face, looking at himself.

"Junior Zhang Xuansheng, how dare you ask if Senior is the ancestor Hongtian?"

Zhang Xuansheng's humble manners may be a taboo. He just plundered all other people's things, and I don't know if he would get angry.

"The Taoist name is Hongtian, and the ancestor dares not call it."

The old man shook his head.

"Senior, is..."

Zhang Xuansheng wanted to speak but stopped.

The old man seemed to see what Zhang Xuansheng thought and smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, my friend, the only true self has indeed passed away long ago. I am just a manifestation of the Taoist fruit back then, and it is also a thought left by the true self."

Zhang Xuansheng seemed to understand it but it was different from the obsession incarnation left by the monks of the Puhua. The Taoist fruit will have many forms of manifestation. It can be said that the ancestor Hongtian wanted to make it look like what he wanted.

Maybe the conversation between him and the Taoist fruit is also under the calculation of the ancestor Hongtian.

"The true self does not have such complicated thoughts. I just want his Tao to be passed on. It's a pity that the true self is too difficult to pass on."

The old man continued to explain.

Zhang Xuansheng's eyes lit up. If you say this, I will not be sleepy.

"Is it because of the requirements for talent?"

Zhang Xuansheng asked.

"No, my friend thinks? What is a good Taoist technique?"

The old man shook his head and asked with a smile.

"The strongest in the same level?"

Zhang Xuansheng was not sure if he was asked this.

"Is the same level the strongest... Looking at the beginning and end of time, there is a way of saying that great way dares to be the same level the strongest? This is a paradox, but my friend has his own opinions, so it is not easy for the old way to comment too much."

The old man said, and said, "In the true opinion, a good practice of Taoism should be to choose qualifications and creatures. All things can be cultivated, with a steady and peaceful state, no urgency, no strength, no end."

Zhang Xuansheng savored it carefully. His literary words were always clear because of the inertia of thinking in previous lives.

There is no slowness or urgency, so there is no difference between fast and slowness in the cultivation speed. It will not be said that a certain realm is very fast, but it will be extremely slow to reach the next realm.

No strength or weakness should mean that there is no strong period or weak period during the practice.

No end point should mean that the road ahead is infinite and can be continuously evolved and developed.

What the old man said makes sense. If there is such a skill, it is indeed the best skill for all spirits in the world, but it may not be the one who puts it on an individual.

But after hearing the old man's words, he could realize that the courage of the Daozu of Hongtian should be a person with all kinds of spirits in his heart, and seemed to want to open a way for all living beings in the world on the road.

No wonder he is called the ancestor, and even in legend, the title of Taoist ancestor is also known as the ancestor.

"But if the senior's skills are as you said, why is it difficult to pass on?"

Zhang Xuansheng asked out the doubts in his heart, believing that the old man's words were contradictory.

"Because the first half of that exercise was lost, the old Taoist was the Taoist fruit left by the true self when he became the Immortal Emperor. At that time, in order to prevent the old Taoist from having self-thinking, the true self erased everything about the old Taoist. When the true self fell, he remembered the old Taoist and woke up again, but that exercise was only given to me in the second half."

The old man said and sighed repeatedly.

Zhang Xuansheng's doubts were half resolved, and he felt that the ancestor Hongtian was really careless in doing things. Since he wanted to keep the inheritance, why did he still have to separate? Without the beginning of the first half, it was really impossible to pass on it.

"The true self has its own profound meaning. The old Taoist will only know it today. It's so wise..."

The old Taoist is not sure whether he is praising or lamenting for his time when he has left his seat.

"senior?"

"My friend Xuansheng, although your aura has changed now, I guess you have created your own Dharma, but some traces cannot be erased. You have remembered the name "Daoyan Jing".

The old man looked up, and there seemed to be a deep meaning in his eyes.

Zhang Xuansheng's eyes widened.

Tao Yan Jing!?

He never thought that the old man mentioned the martial arts was actually the Taoist scripture.

He always thought that the Taoist scripture was created by Taoist Yuanshi and left in Jiuxiao. During that meeting, he did not confirm this with Taoist Yuanshi. The main reason was that he was not concerned about martial arts at that time.

Now that I think about it, the Taoist Sutra is indeed as the old man said, everything can be cultivated, the cultivation speed is stable, and the strength of each realm is not distinguished. It is the great Dao Heavenly Power!

The only point is that the human race will obviously be faster than other races when practicing, which is somewhat different from the old man’s description just now, but this may also be the reason for the incompleteness of the martial arts. If you watch it in the second half in a coordinated manner, there may be no such problem.

Or, because of his subconscious selfishness at that time, what he completed was not the truly complete Taoist scripture?

He practiced the Tao Yan Jing and deduced the Tao Yan Jing. Today he came to the True Spirit Realm and met his founder. What a wonderful fate and what a coincidence?
Chapter completed!