The moonlight is still as old as before, and the flowing frost is not flying.

True Man Chunyang has left. Only the stone table and stone bench prove that everything that has just been born is not a dream.

I don’t know how long it took, but when the east sky was about to dawn and Zixia was born, Qiuyu woke up slowly, slowly opened her eyes, and carefully checked the information that Chunyang Zhenren left in his consciousness.

One volume of Nine Turns of Mysterious Art, one volume of Tiangang Method, one volume of Earth Evil Technique, one volume of Huangting Sutra, one volume of Zixiao Wendao Secret Records, one volume of Three Pure One volume of Zhoutian Seeing and Experience. You can tell that they are all amazing inheritances just by listening to the name, let alone he has read many novels of the prehistoric world? Naturally, he can tell that this is the top inheritance in the prehistoric world. It is unlikely that it is the work of that cheap teacher, but more likely that the ancestor is the meaning of that ancestor.

But——"How many meanings are this? The Nine Turns of the Mysterious Art, Zixiao's Secret Record of the Dao, and the Three Pure Ones are all blank. The Tiangang Dharma and Earth Evil Technique clearly states that the cultivation level is 'less than five slags, and the authority is insufficient to read'. Where does this come from the evil taste? As an immortal god who escapes from the world, your style of painting is a bit distorted. The only book that is said to be the Huangting Sutra passed down by Hongjun Daozu can be read clearly, but it is all ancient divine texts, so I can't understand it!"

I complained depressedly, but I did not ignore the cheap master's words in the following direction: "This is inheritance, given by the ancestor. Good disciple, remember that the martial arts can only be learned by reference, not practice, but the magical channel method can be learned. However, those who learn me will live, and those who are like me will die. In addition, practice is both materialistic and idealistic. When did you understand this sentence, I will give you the opportunity to see the earth star. Okay, that's all, you can understand it yourself.

The things you come out can be taught at will, but if you want to accept direct disciples, you must be recognized by your master. By the way, I have left all the sword techniques on your sword for you. This is the master's early years. Whether you can understand them depends on your own. Oh, by the way, I see that you have a lot of regrets about life on the earth star, so I will give you a Taoist name called "Knowing the wrong". I hope you understand gains and losses, know right and wrong, and get the truth as soon as possible. Well, that's all. I'm looking forward to the day when you officially get started."

After digesting some of the information left to him by Chunyang Zhenren, Qiu Yu bowed to Dongfang Yaoyao: "Disciple thanks to the teacher."

"It turns out that the world is like this. So, since there is no way back, I might as well move forward all the way. No matter what, my roots are from the Han family and the blood of Yanhuang."???? "As for now, let's have a good rest, and go down the mountain tomorrow to see what kind of world this is, and then integrate into it and get rid of it. Well, this is the first small goal. I feel that this is much more reliable than earning one billion first."

Hiding his thoughts deeply, Qiu Yu did not comprehend the sword technique left by Chunyang Zhenren on the sword. He knew that although he was as usual at this moment, he was actually already turbulent in his heart and could not control himself. It is not suitable to do these things now. What he needs is to calm down as soon as possible.

"But at least, I called the teacher and I had to give some gifts to you. I wouldn't ask for any fairy weapon, magic weapon, magic medicine, and protective things."

True Man Chunyang, who had left and was playing chess with Zhongli Quan, was suddenly chuckled, shook his head and fell down: "Brother Dao, it's your place."

After a few small complaints, Qiu Yu said to himself, "Forget it, it's not that people's hearts are not enough. There is already a road. As long as you stick to the way, you can always get a glimpse of these supreme inheritances as you go along. What's more, Master Lu warned that 'Those who learn from me live, and those who like me die.' If you rely on inheritance blindly, there will be no hope to get out, and I still need to work hard on myself. However, it is too ambitious to think about taking out now, but this is absolutely undesirable."

He did not show up either. This time, Chunyang Zhenren met him, not only affirmed his hope, but no longer the helpless exploration of self-comfort. After having a definite hope, his mentality is no longer the mentality of being defeated and gradually drooping, which has returned to his youthful and lively life, and he doesn't know what impact this will have on his future path of cultivation and immortality. After all, only with hope can there be a future.

"Oh, it's a pity for that cup of moonlight." Qiu Yu slapped his forehead and sighed. It turned out that as the sun rose, the cup of moonlight had disappeared, which really made him feel a little regretful.

The sky was clear, wearing a pale blue and white Taoist robe, a gray gauze dress on it, and carrying the usual green steel sword on its back, turned around and bowed to the Taoist temple that had lived in for more than 20 years, turned around and walked down the mountain with a sacred manner.

This time, the future is uncertain; this time, the mountains and seas listen to the sounds.

"The rain is drizzling in the evening, and the sparse willows hide in the old bridge.

Looking for spring and feeling sad about the green color, cherishing the fragrance and sighing at the distance.

The remaining clouds are lost in the road, and the tide of the river is remembered by the tide of the river.

Alas, I miss you all, and I have no dreams for fishermen and woodcutters.”

It was the misty and rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. The Taoist priest in a light blue Taoist robe held an oil umbrella and basked in the light rain. While lingering the scenery of Jiangnan, he recited his own poems and entertained himself. Regardless of whether it was appropriate to recite the poems of early spring in June. The road was slippery and muddy, but the Taoist priest's thousand-layer bottom with gray face and white background was not stained with mud. It was also strange and strange.

The Taoist priest was having fun in himself, and suddenly heard footsteps behind him, and a young man said in a voice: "What a good poem, what a sentiment! The Taoist priest is really elegant. Is this poem done by the Taoist priest himself?"

The Taoist Shi Shiran turned around, but he was a young young man, wearing a blue shirt, a yellow silk ribbon, white jade, and a golden crown. He was such a handsome young man in the turbid world! Unfortunately, the deep and shallow mud and water, and the semi-wet clothes made him look quite embarrassed.

A monk was four feet behind the young master. This monk looked solemn and looked the most beautiful. He thought he was a living Buddha master from the Western Regions. He followed the young master Qingshan, not far or near, but the Taoist could sense the meaning of restraint.

This Taoist priest was already a bit proud of the Han family and had no good feelings for the monks. Especially when the young master, who was suspected of being in trouble, gave him a poem that praised him, even scratched his itch, and decided to take care of the idiots when needed.

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "Young Master is joking. I am just seeing no one in the world and amusing myself. The young master must be a well-read person. How can I not hear a few likable poems from me? I am really ashamed to see a family of generous laughter."

"The Taoist priest is too humble." said the young master, "I haven't asked what the Taoist priest is called? The young actor Duan Yu is a native of Dali, Yunnan."
Chapter completed!