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The difference between immortals is one foot, one tripod, one life

Only then did Xuan Fei notice that Xiao Shu, who had been standing beside him for a long time, was surprised that this boy had such skills at such an age, but on the other hand, he also felt that artistic conception in Xiao Shu.

"You teach him this way, although it is quick to achieve success, but things will turn back. This son is still young. If his mood changes in the future, he will not escape the disaster of the inner demons." Xuan Fei sighed. The two of them, Hei and White, are the best examples. They have possessed the force that does not match their minds too early, so that their inner demons are full of them and they are difficult to extricate themselves.

When Xiao Shu heard Xuan Fei's words, he did not refute. He did not understand any changes in his mood, nor did he know that everything would be in opposition. He only wanted to protect Fang Jin. If he had the opportunity to find the man in red in his dream, his greatest luxury was.

"Tell me, what's your purpose?" Bai Zhi no longer wanted to hear these nonsense. The two had not been in contact for many years, and had no deep feelings. They had a clear position before.

"Kill Wang Yue." Xuan Fei said coldly.

Three days later.

In the Yinzhou Imperial City, the white jade ground shines with a warm light. In the early morning, fogs rise over the palace, sandalwood eaves, dragons and phoenixes are about to rise, and layers of relief are carved by green jade. Looking along the straight road, the streets are filled with highlights, and the jade pavilion is like purple clouds across the sky.

In the early morning of the imperial city, an old man walked in a mysterious shirt. When he looked closer, he looked, but he was not like an old man. Although he had white hair, his face was handsome, and his every move was calm and powerful. An old man was surrounded by a bright yellow robe, with his collar and sleeves in bluestone. He looked beautiful with golden dragons on top, shoulders, one dragon in front of the body, four dragons in front of the body, and eight treasures were placed on the bottom. The embroidery was delicate, complex but not messy. Even though he was over fifty, there was still a killing spirit between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Your Majesty, it's time to go to court early." The white-haired Taoist said to Chongyu.

"I have been fifty in my life. I have been in war and in the past half of my life. Although I have ascended the throne, there are Tuxia countries in the west and Huns in the north, and I have not been able to rest for a day. But I also envy you, such as those who practice Taoism, light incense in the green lamps, accompany you ancient books, worry-free, and self-sufficient and blissful." Chongyu said with a smile.

"Although those who practice Taoism have no dust, if they say nothing about worries, they are just outsiders' words." The Taoist shook his head.

"Oh? Master Wang also has troubles?" Chongyu asked curiously. In his heart, there were immortals like Wang Yue, so how could there be troubles? They were not worried about age or grains, and people who traveled to Henghai and the east desert in the evening. How could there be troubles?

"Oh, the cultivator knows that the cultivator is suffering. Your Majesty doesn't need to ask too much." The Taoist took out a jade bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Chongyu and said, "One grain extends life for ten years, and there are ten grains in the bottle. This is the lifelong life that I promised His Majesty, but..."

"Master Wang said frankly."

"Your Majesty can take this medicine at the age of seventy. You cannot take it early or late. It will harm the harmony of heaven and will ruin the blessings of your Majesty's descendants. Once the medicine is stopped, your life will end in an instant." The cultivator said, how can there be a good thing in this world? There are gains and losses, it depends on how you choose.

"With me being in charge, why do you need children? They were born in Longmen, which was a great fortune. Now that they have lost some blessings for their father, what's wrong?" Chongyu smiled and put away the jade bottle and walked towards the palace alone. It was time to go to court.

Wang Yue looked at Chongyu who was leaving, laughed, and with a move, the white crane fell from the clouds and lay on the ground. Wang Yue sat cross-legged on it, and the crane cried three times, and disappeared into the morning glow in the sky.

Qingxu Temple is located in Yunxu Mountain outside Yinzhou Imperial City. It is the Wang Yue Taoist Temple. There is no child here, and the incense is not strong, and people coming and going are scattered. But what is strange is that the service in the temple is neither a god nor an immortal, but only the word "heaven and earth". Few people know that this is the national master of the dynasty who is the head but not a tail. Wang Yue's Taoist Temple. Chongyu originally wanted to demolish the national temple and build a Taoist temple, which was better than being cold at this moment.

But Wang Yue said, "The fate comes naturally." He blocked Chongyu back with just one sentence.

The white crane fell into the temple. When Wang Yue just entered the room, he saw that Xuan Fei had been waiting for a long time.

"Master, I brought them." Xuan Fei said respectfully. He did not dare to be arrogant in front of Wang Yue. Even if there were few people in this world who could compete with him, he could never see through the depth of the Taoist in front of him.

"Fi'er, how many years have you been with me?" Wang Yue pretended not to hear and asked Xuan Fei.

"It's been twenty-three years." Xuan Fei was shocked, but he still remained silent.

"It's been twenty-three years. When I was adopting you by my master, this Taoist temple had not been built yet. Now there are towering green pines in front of the door." Wang Yue sighed. Twenty-three years were not long for him, but now every day is like years. He has long been tired of this secular life.

"Fe'er, you have the highest vision and don't want to be limited to this martial arts world. Unfortunately, your luck is not good, and my teacher really wants to take you to the vast world of cultivation." Wang Yue took a ruler on the fragrant platform and hit Xuan Fei on the head.

A white particle fell from Xuan Fei's hair and turned into a person. It was exactly the appearance of thirty-six men in black that night. This time, Xuan Fei almost broke his heart and fell to the ground.

At this moment, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the cold blade went straight to the back of the Taoist, but Wang Yue turned his body slightly and avoided the extremely fast sword. He reached out and grabbed it, and then he clamped the sword blade between his fingers. He loosened his fingers and bounced it in the blink of an eye. The Qiushui Sword seemed to be turbulent in water. An unparalleled force came from it, which directly poured white into his right hand.

Bai Qi failed to react for a moment and had to gather the inner Yuan on his right hand, but he was still shocked by the whole body. The sleeves of his right arm were torn apart, and cracks appeared on his right arm, which was injured by Qi. He could hardly hold the hilt of the sword.

"The heart is free, I will forget myself when I use my sword to forget myself. There are no more than ten people in the martial arts world who can fight you." Wang Yue said calmly, and the ruler waved behind him. The small wooden ruler actually blocked the huge sickle and made a sound of gold and iron fighting. With another force, the long sickle in the black messenger's hand suddenly dropped out, directly smashing the zenith of the Taoist temple, and then fell aside with the broken tiles.

"I am old, so I still like to cleaner the air. Don't always make such a big noise." Wang Yue coughed a few times, stretched out his hand to wave away the dust in front of him. It was strange. With a wave of his hand, the dust in the sky really fell down.

Xuan Fei held the short dagger in his sleeve tightly, his whole body trembled, and beads of sweat the size of beans mixed with tears penetrated the veil.

"Fe'er, if you want to stab, you will be stabbed. If you want to raise you, you should deserve this knife." Wang Yue squatted down, gently dusted off Xuan Fei's body, grabbed Xuan Fei's right hand, looked at the sharp short dagger, and gently scraped the blade with his left hand.

"Meteorite Dagger, Heart-Devouring San, do you really hate me so much?" Wang Yue stuck out his tongue and licked his fingertips, looking at Xuan Fei with a smile.

"Master is a fairy who is above all else. Although Fei'er's life is cheap, she doesn't want to be used as a medicine!" Xuan Fei was trembling when he spoke. Although he was afraid of Wang Yue from the bottom of his heart, he still had a stubborn force. He sent the dagger forward desperately, and had exhausted all his strength.

To his surprise, Wang Yue did not block it. Instead, he let go of his hand and let the dagger pierce into his chest. The smile still appeared on his face. Seeing this, Xuan Fei was even more scared. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the dagger and stabbed it again, until he was exhausted and could no longer hold the knife, and sat dejectedly on the ground.

But Wang Yue still pulled out the dagger that stabbed on his body like a thirsty person. Without a trace of blood, he threw it on the ground, got up and brushed away the dust on his body and said, "Okay, Fei'er, you've stabbed and hated you too. How should you repay the 20-year-old nurturing of your master? How should you repay it?"

Seeing this, the black envoy was almost extraordinary. It was like being poured into cold water. Not to mention being pierced through the heart, ordinary people could not survive even if they were injured anywhere in their internal organs. However, the person in front of him had holes all over his body and was still joking like a ok. In those years he was adopted, he had never felt as terrifying as he was today.

On the other side, although Bai Qi was severely injured, he still couldn't see any despair in his eyes. He stared at Wang Yue's every move. Wang Yue in front of him gave him a very wrong feeling, but for a while, he couldn't say what was wrong.

"If you don't want to give it to me, then take it for your own sake." Wang Yue bounced his fingers, and the black dots as big as rice grains fell from his hands, and instantly turned into a huge tripod of three people. The outside of the tripod was surrounded by red fire, burning it red, and there was almost no trace of the pattern on it. The moment the cauldron fell to the ground, the entire Taoist temple was like a purgatory, with curtains, incense tables, and cushions burning.

If someone is in Yunxu Mountain at this moment, he will find that the whole mountain has become inexplicably hot, the green leaves on the trees are curling, and all the birds are fleeing, and the Qingxu Temple at the source is a radius of hundreds of feet turned into scorched earth.

Xuan Fei was in front of the cauldron and it was even harder to stop such heat. In just one moment, his clothes turned into ashes, and his exposed skin gradually cracked. The blood oozed out and evaporated. The white owl could still rely on the negative true energy in his body to resist for a while, but the black owl could only hold on. He, who was originally Yang, had a hot dantian, as if it was scorching by the true fire.

"It's been more than seventy years. We have been waiting for more than seventy years. We have not been wondering how to be a teacher, but for more than twenty years of companionship, we will leave a spirit for you and others. If we have the opportunity, we will also help you return. At that time, we can follow our teacher to see the vast vast world and the path of immortals and ghosts." Wang Yue, who was originally calm and clear, could not control himself at this moment and was excited.

Wang Yue waved his sleeves, and Xuan Fei's burning away all over the ashes suddenly dissipated. Only a milky white spot was left in his palm. He didn't know what kind of spell he recited. From it, a bright white filament was drawn into a green gourd. He bounced his fingers and sent the milky white spot into the cauldron.
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