If Feng Qi knew that Dou Xiaotong and Li Jinxing would have a verbal dispute over him, he would have felt extremely honored.
But he didn't know.
So when he saw an old man wearing a snake-print red robe sitting in the middle of the road playing a kite, he kept cursing in his heart.
"Brother, can you beat this old man?" He approached Mou Linhan and said.
Mou Linhan rolled his eyes at him and said calmly: "I can't beat him."
He glanced at Duguzhe again, groaned and then shook his head.
Feng Qi wondered whether it was possible that the old man opposite was so advanced? Even Mou Linhan, who was holding the Dragon King Sword, was no match for him.
It cannot even be said that the information revealed by Mou Linhan might be the result of being killed instantly.
He quietly took out the sword order.
Suddenly I heard a zheng sound.
The sound of the zither is long.
The hand holding Jian Ziling couldn't exert any strength. In other words, Feng Qi had already exerted all his strength, but none of the power in his hand could be transmitted to Jian Ziling.
The sword order is intact, so naturally there will be no astonishing strong man from Xueyun Sect coming across thousands of miles.
"It's better to have your own strength." The old man spoke, his voice hoarse and cold, full of vicissitudes of life, "Whether it's a magic weapon or other evil ways, they are just icing on the cake and cannot help in times of need."
Feng Qi forced out a wry smile.
Mou Linhan took a step forward, the sword roared loudly, and was suppressed in an instant. He bore the brunt and almost fell to his knees.
Feng Qi opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.
The only thing left in the world is the sound of the zither.
Duguzhe fell to the ground.
Feng Qi's face was pale and his back was covered in cold sweat.
Mou Linhan frowned, veins throbbed on his forehead, and his face showed an unhealthy color.
The sword roared again.
The old man squinted his eyes and didn't even take back the finger that had just played the zheng sound.
The sound of the sword goes out again.
Mou Linhan spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
Suddenly there was a long flute sound.
Then there was the cheerful sound of the piano again.
Feng Qi felt that the pressure on his body was much lighter, and even the hidden injuries he had just suffered in Zheng Yin were much better, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
The old man opened his eyes and put his fingers back on the guzheng in front of his knees.
The zither sound is great.
The sound of the piano became more and more cheerful.
The sound of the flute became longer and longer.
For a long time, the old man's hair was disheveled and his body was bleeding, but his expression was still so calm.
A middle-aged scribe was playing the flute and walked past Feng Qi.
A young scholar fell in front of the old man holding a piano.
Only then did Feng Qi see the appearance of the middle-aged scribe clearly, and he couldn't help but be surprised.
It was actually Xiaoyao Pavilion who wrote the book for Jizhou to solve his doubts!
No, writing can't be so strong. Although Xiaoyao Pavilion still uses books to discuss Tao, even if a great thing in the virtual Tao realm can't do ink, it can still become a great strategy. How can it be reduced to a continent?
In just a few breaths, he thought about several possibilities, but before he could ask, the old man in the snake-print red robe finally spoke.
"As the day sets in the west, don't you think it's ridiculous that you, an old man who is half dead, look like a child?" the old man sighed.
The young scholar smiled and said, "A man remains a boy until he dies. Have you never heard of this saying?"
"Shui Dongliu is here too." The old man looked at the middle-aged scribe standing in the distance with his hands folded, and said lightly: "Xiaoyao Pavilion seems to have made up its mind to be a dog for the royal family."
Before Shui Dongliu could respond, the old man continued: "That's wrong, you are not even as good as a dog. A dog even knows how to wag its tail to beg for mercy and ask for a few bones from its master. Hey, no matter how much you wag your tail, will the royal family agree to your request?"
Shui Dongliu smiled and shook his head, "Swearing curse words if you can't beat him is what children do."
The old man was silent for a while and sighed again.
As the sigh slowly dissipated, the blood in the old man's body surged, and soon it reached the point where it covered the sky and the sun. From Feng Qi's perspective, the old man seemed to have turned into a blazing sun.
The bloody sun.
A sword flashed in the scorching sun, and the sword light separated the blood and went straight towards Feng Qi and the others.
At the end of the day, Xichen put down his piano, picked up his pen, and made a stroke with his brows furrowed.
Shui Dongliu put away his flute, took out his chess piece, and played a random chess piece.
Countless inks appeared in front of the sword light, and the ink quickly condensed into four little figures, one after another blocking the sword light.
The first villain held a gun. He raised the gun and struck it against the sword light, and a dragon appeared at the head of the gun.
The sword light pierced through him with all its might, and became a little darker.
The second villain holds a sword. Snowflakes float around the sword. The snowflakes freeze into frost and fall on the sword light one after another.
The sword light quickly cut through the frost and dimmed by two points.
The third villain was carrying a huge sword box on his back. With his fingers pinched, another villain with a similar size appeared behind him. The two of them worked together to trap the sword light.
It took a while for the sword light to escape from the villain's trap, and it didn't look as bright as when it first appeared.
Until then, he met the last villain.
The villain is carrying a harp on his back, a sword in his hands, and a bird on his shoulder. He looks quite forlorn.
He waved an ink-colored sword light towards the sword light.
The two sword lights collided, and then the ice melted and the snow melted.
The blood gradually faded away, and the old man's clothes exploded at some point, revealing his strong upper body without any wounds.
Shui Dongliu and Zhou Xichen's expressions darkened a lot. They looked at each other and saw the solemnity and disbelief in each other's eyes.
They decided to try again.
The chess piece fell again, using the mountains and rivers as the board to create a decisive game, trapping the old man in it.
With another stroke of the pen, he drew a simple tripod using the sky and the earth as paper, and slowly walked towards the old man's town.
The old man didn't look at the tripod, nor did he pay attention to the chess game. He just charged up and struck out with his sword.
The sword light shot up into the sky, breaking the chess piece first and then breaking the pen, just for an instant.
Shui Dongliu and Zhou Xishen spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time. Zhou Xishen was closer, and his injuries were more serious. He looked like he was about to die.
The old man said softly: "Although we have never crossed that line, you two are further apart, so you will not be my opponent."
Shui Dongliu fell to the ground, carrying Zhou Xishen, who was also seriously injured. The blood wet his clothes and flowed all over the floor. He looked quite miserable, "It seems that in the near future, Qixue Pavilion will also become a double path."
It’s the top sect.”
The old man dismissed this and said, "In the past, even the Liuhe Dao in Tianshan failed, so what can a Shuanghe Dao do?"
Shui Dongliu coughed twice and smiled miserably, "The Honglin Pavilion was too strong at that time, which does not mean that Tianshan is weak."
The old man said: "But Honglin Pavilion also fell."
Shui Dongliu said: "The human race lives in tribes. Before the founding of the country, there was a mountain in the north and south called Tianduan. The mountain was so high that even the strongest person could not finish it in his lifetime. But look at it now.
Is there a mountain called Tianduan?"
The old man's eyes flashed slightly, as if he felt something.
Shui Dongliu said: "Everything will eventually wither. Perhaps it was based on this consideration that the old emperor removed the word "Long Live" from the etiquette regulations.
The old man said: "I think this is inappropriate."
Shui Dongliu looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
The old man pointed to the sky and asked: "Has the scorching sun ever fallen after thousands of years?"
Shui Dongliu said: "Things that are the foundation of heaven and earth are naturally not included in this list."
The old man thought that this sentence was very problematic.
At this moment, Feng Qi suddenly interrupted, "I heard from my second brother that the so-called scorching sun is just a big fireball, and it has been evaporating and shrinking. Maybe it will disappear in tens of millions of years."
The old man was slightly startled.
Shui Dongliu scolded: "Nonsense!"
The old man found this statement very interesting and said, "When your brother said this, did he have any basis for it?"
Feng Qi said: "He took Zhixian as an example."
Zhixian, also known as Li Jinxing.
But Li Jinxing and Lie Yang are so incompatible, how can they be connected?
The old man and Shui Dongliu were both old men during the reign of Dugu, so they could naturally understand what Feng Qi meant.
The more great objects in the Hedao realm, the base of practice in this world will be reduced, and the harder it will be for lower-level cultivators to reach higher realms. At the same time, the great objects in the Hedao realm will take away their vitality after ascending, causing the Daoyuan Continent to
The vitality cannot be effectively replenished and it is difficult to form a cycle. If things go on like this, the monastic environment of Daoyuan Continent will no longer exist and will eventually become a wasteland. This is the constant vitality.
Although Li Jinxing's approach is despised by others, no great being above the imaginary realm doubts the authenticity of this theory, because they are the ones who are most sensitive to changes in heaven and earth.
Since vitality is constant, why can't other things be constant?
"Second brother said that energy cannot be generated or destroyed out of thin air, and heat is one of them." Feng Qi said, "And the source of most of the heat is the sun."
Shui Dongliu frowned and thought for a few breaths, then relaxed.
The old man frowned longer and sighed: "Is that why the requirements for ascension are getting higher and higher?"
Shui Dongliu responded: "If God has a spirit, he will naturally know how to protect himself."
The old man asked: "Then the question is, does God really have a spirit?"