Chapter 1815 Finding the Way

In the vast darkness, no matter where you stand or how you look, you can only see thousands of fist-sized stars floating in the distance.

And entrenched in such a starry sky, carrying thousands of stars on its back, is an ancient and majestic turtle.

"The turtle bears the starry sky, and it is called Qianshi. The Tao comes from it, and it lasts forever"... This is the realm of Emperor Qianshi!

The realm of Emperor Qianshi was never a single space plane. Among the thousands of stars on the back of the turtle, there were different scenes.

Some are presented as beautiful mountains and rivers, with monks practicing hard, some are splendid palaces, with dozens of old men arguing and discussing matters, and some are soaked in mist in the lake, where young and old are practicing swordsmanship and boxing...

The stars change, different planes occasionally connect, and different things can collide.

Plane migration is not changed by the will of the Lord of the Stars or the Old Turtle, but by the evolution of various people and things in the stars, as well as changes in fate, will, etc.

One of the thousands of stars was showing a miserable scene at this moment.

"ah--"

Everyone is still wailing.

A huge infusion of memories is like a flood from a broken dam. From the moment it breaks, there is no possibility of stopping.

He struggled and resisted, but he couldn't cope with it all.

The little boy on the turtle's back seemed to have lost the desire to communicate, and was left with only torture and revenge.

"I'm helping you."

He is still smiling, but his methods are like the devil.

Whenever the person beneath him withstood a wave of attacks, he would flick his sleeves and robes, flooding the sky with starlight.

"Rao Yaoyao's experience in the world at that time cost Wu Rao Tian a lot of resources. She had good perseverance and persisted for half a year."

"Actually, half a year is not enough to digest the worldly world. But in the final analysis, his qualifications are mediocre. If he can accept everything, he is already among the best."

The little boy said, jumping off the turtle's back.

He put his hands behind his waist in an old-fashioned way, and walked around the body of Xu Xiaoshou, who was bowing like a prawn in pain:

"You are different."

"The foundation of your will is solid, and you have a willpower as strong as anyone in this world, and can withstand more."

"I estimated it, a month!"

He raised a finger, pointed at Xu Xiaoshou's body in the void, and said with a smile:

"One month can be worth Shangrao Yaoyao's past, helping you consolidate your understanding of the world of mortals. If your understanding is good enough, you might even be able to understand some of the principles of 'reincarnation'."

"Have you been to the Ming Ming Emperor Realm?"

The only response he received was a roar with red eyes.

The little boy, who couldn't even reach the man's chest, jumped up and gave him a bang on the head:

"Why are you staring? I'm doing you a favor!"

"Do you really think that the Ming Ming Emperor Realm is a good place to go? Do you really think that Ghost Ancestor will feel at ease when he sees you? It's all for the sake of the whole Tao."

He walked around in a circle and walked in front of Jinren again, raised his head and said earnestly:

"I am the good guy!"

"Since you call me Dao Ancestor, I will grant you some benefits."

"All parties will wake up next. The battle between gods is about to begin. With your meager moral skills, if the ancestor god blows his breath, you won't know where to disintegrate."

"Listen to me and stay away!"

Although the person still has a trace of sanity, he can still sense that the connection between himself and the deity comes and goes.

When I heard this, I already read something.

Could it be that this "Tao Ancestor" wants to use the memories of the various worlds he has endured here to pass them on to this deity so that he can have an epiphany - to avoid the frontal battlefield in a roundabout way?

Picture what?

"Of course it's because I'm a good person... I told you that if you are suffering now, you will be grateful in the future." The little boy seemed to know what he was thinking, and said again: "I don't expect much from you in return, so don't retaliate against me then. Don’t interfere with me, then Daozu will protect you.”

Daozu?

Aren’t you the Dao Ancestor, and why are you here to be blessed by the Dao Ancestor?

Everyone knows that the "Ajie" in front of him is not a Taoist ancestor, but at most a half-ancestor.

So does this Dao ancestor really exist, or is it just a "hope" of the Dao clan members such as Yuotong, Dao Qiongang and others?

After all, if Dao Qiong Cang wants to be granted the title of God by Heaven, his ultimate goal will probably be to use the title of "Tao Ancestor".

The Heavenly Ancestor already exists, so we can’t call him the “Machine Ancestor”, right?

But this is inconsistent with the Tao Tongdao in front of us, unless the two are essentially the same person...

It is already difficult to maintain sanity, and it is even more difficult to think seriously as Jin Ren can't speak at all at this moment.

The little boy stared at him for a long time, then suddenly leaned over and said hehe:

"Actually, there is another option."

He seemed to like to point at people with his fingers. Under the people's miserable wails, he pointed at them impolitely and said:

"Going back to what I said before, show me Xu Xiaoshou's stuff and I can help you slow down a bit."

"At least it doesn't have to be as painful as it is now."

While fighting against the red dust of memories in his mind, Jinren thought about the turtle boy's performance from beginning to end, including his habitual and guiding movements, which were all guiding him in the direction of the sky.

He behaves so much like Dao Qiongang!

At this moment, he was on the verge of trapping himself in the realm of Emperor Qianshi, creating a mysterious puppet named "Jinren" in front of him, and throwing it into the Holy God Continent to stir up trouble.

In this way, everyone will suspect that he is Dao Qiongcang's puppet of Tianji, or that Dao Qiongcang is just the incarnation of the will of the turtle boy in front of him.

But the more so, the less credible it becomes.

Although he probably knows that he will not die, he will deeply remember everything he experienced at this moment and the inferences he got.

He believed that one day he would meet his true self.

The Avenue of Meaning can fight against the Avenue of Memory. Although he cannot withstand the pressure of memory instillation at this time, it is not easy for the turtle boy to delete his own memory.

When he dies and the deity gives birth again, or when he is liberated from the Qianshi Emperor realm and returns to the deity.

I will know everything that happens here.

At that time, there is no need to think for yourself, I believe that I will get an accurate answer.

"But that's a month from now."

The turtle boy was like a roundworm in a man's belly. He seemed to be able to read what he was thinking and actually responded to his thoughts.

He shook his head, with a sigh on his face, and asked again:

"How about it? My proposal."

Even though everyone didn't reply, they couldn't reply, they could only scream.

The turtle boy could only sigh, and jumped back to the old turtle's back. He supported the turtle's back and looked at the stars in the sky:

"Then just stay here for a month."

"After one month, whether I live or die, go or stay, it all depends on my mood."

…

Woo!

The sinister wind accompanies the body, and the sword thoughts are raging.

The eight figures were dressed in white robes, dancing with the strong wind on the top of the barren mountain, looking calmly towards the north.

To the north of the Zhongyuan Realm is the Holy Mountain of Guizhe, where ghosts and Buddhas live.

In that place where few people could see him, he could see semi-holy ghosts passing away quietly in various parts of the ghost and Buddha world.

Every time a ghost spirit disappears, a wisp of residual consciousness will merge into the cinnabar between the ghost and Buddha's brows.

That's a familiar smell.

His old rival, Hua Changdeng.

A few days passed by, and the power of the god of death on the ghosts and Buddhas became more and more obvious, and the sword's will became more and more powerful.

The aura belonging to Huachang Deng overflowed from the cinnabar and almost filled the entire body of the ghost and Buddha.

Just like his body half a year ago, it was filled with Huachangdeng's endless sword energy.

"Half a day."

Bazun murmured silently, lowered his gaze, and looked at his hands, one, two, three, four... ten fingers.

Facing the sky, he curled up his previous eight fingers, leaving only the two thumbs that had just grown back, and raised them to look at them carefully.

If there are outsiders here, they can see the scene of the eight acquaintances doubling their praise for the ghosts and Buddhas at the Guizhe ruins in the distance at sunset.

"Back."

Bazun murmured softly, his thoughts slightly turbulent.

He scattered his sword thoughts here for almost half a year.

Within half a year, he gradually lost his vision, hearing, smell, taste...

When the five senses and six consciousnesses are completely lost, and the seven emotions and six desires are gone, will it be possible to recover completely? Everything disappears, and is lost and found again.

The Eight Masters returned to the Eight Masters.

There is no longer criss-crossing sword energy in his body, replaced by newly refined sword tendons and sword bones.

The scar on his neck disappeared, and his eight fingers returned to ten. It was as if he had gone from being dejected thirty years later to being high-spirited thirty years ago overnight.

This is also true.

The eight statues no longer have silver hair on their temples, and their turbid yellow eyes have returned to simple black and white, as if they were thirty years younger.

But the weathered feeling of vicissitudes of life has not disappeared.

He stands on the barren mountain like a rock that has stood since ancient times. It remains unmoved despite the wind and rain, even though there are moss marks on it, the body has been reborn.

But no one peeled off the moss from his outer body.

He took himself, who had traveled all over the country for thirty years, to wait silently in this mountain for the arrival of Huachang Deng.

He was left alone.

The several swords that had been with him were separated, broken, and no longer around him.

He is more than himself.

Standing on the top of a barren mountain, the surrounding land is barren only with mountains, and only a land with a radius of a hundred feet that can bear the raging power of sword thoughts.

Looking outside, you can see the mulberry and elm trees in the distance of the mountains, which are slightly orange in the setting sun.

The mountains are still there and the water is still there.

The heaven and earth are still there, the great road is still there, inexhaustible, inexhaustible, like a sword like me, waiting to knock on the gate of heaven.

"Eight Masters."

In the mulberry and elm forest, several figures quickly passed by.

The Eight Masters Xun Sheng put down their hands that praised the ghosts and Buddhas, and turned around to look at them. It was Elder Mei, Elder Yang, and the one who had a relationship with each other...

That ordinary person really didn't have any memory points.

At this time, he was carrying Xu Xiaoshou cross-legged and with his eyes closed on his shoulders. Taoist charm surged around his body, and he was obviously having an epiphany.

"The road of mortals?"

The eight acquaintances showed surprise and revealed the mystery with one word.

Li Fugui came here with his two elders, feeling unbearable in his heart.

In the past six months, he has only seen two faces of Master Bazun. Both times, Master Shou was practicing swordsmanship and he had something important to report.

Let it be settled.

Therefore, Li Fugui had never exchanged a single word with the legendary eighth sword immortal and the first saint slave.

But this man Li Fugui has been obsessed with it for too long.

When he was working in the Flower and Grass Pavilion earlier, Master Bazun was a legend, and he was a big figure that both the Pavilion Masters, Black and White, could never forget.

The huge Flower and Grass Pavilion dominates Half Moon Bay, and its intelligence network radiates to the entire Southern Territory.

In essence, it is just a tentacle of the Holy Slave, working for the Eight Masters.

At this moment, he met the inquiring gaze of the leader of the Saint Slave.

What Li Fugui felt was not only the terrifying pressure of the famous Eighth Sword Immortal, but also the severe pain that felt as if he was about to be cut open by a sharp edge.

The Eight Masters are like a sword.

The sword is standing on the top of the mountain, and there is nothing but wasteland for hundreds of feet. Everyone who is adjacent to it sees blood. You can't look at it, and you can't compete with it.

But in the blink of an eye, that terrifying pressure disappeared like smoke.

The eight acquaintances are just the eight acquaintances.

He was so simple and unpretentious that he looked like a mortal, with no sword spirit in his body and no spiritual energy in his body. He was so weak that Li Fugui felt like he slapped him in the face, the Saint Slave collapsed, and the Eighth Sword Immortal was separated from his family.

What am I thinking... Li Fugui panicked, quickly gathered his thoughts, and reported:

"Master Shou said that he went to the Ladder of Heaven and visited the families of the five holy emperors. Something abnormal happened after he entered Qianshi."

"But it doesn't seem to be a bad thing, but a good thing. He has gained enlightenment on the various forms of the mortal world, has improved his swordsmanship, and is trying... to merge."

The eight knowledgeable eyes moved from Xu Xiaoshou to him: "Conjunction?"

Li Fugui's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his face turned red, his head began to buzz, and green smoke came out of his head.

He is just a small person. Even though he called himself Master Li before the ancestor tree and others, he still has low self-esteem and is still small.

Even though I had been ordered by Master Shou before and had communicated with Master Ba Zunzhen several times through the communication bead, I was no stranger to this voice, but I was still frightened and apprehensive.

"Yes, the conjunction means, it means..."

Li Fugui was going to be mad at himself.

It's not like he hasn't seen the Ten Lords, Love the Common People, etc. He even witnessed the fall with his own eyes.

Why did he behave so badly in front of the Eight Masters?

But after "just" for a long time, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to know what Master Shou was understanding from the beginning, and he immediately turned his eyes to Mr. Siren in embarrassment.

Mei Siren carefully selected the paper fan in the ring and said with an extremely indifferent expression:

"I, the student, said that your qualifications are relatively stupid, and after studying more than ten forms, you only came to the ordinary conclusion that all forms are equal."

"He is different. As soon as he came into contact with the appearance of sentient beings in the world of mortals, he thought of 'making the foundation of this world with all kinds of red dust, and fixing the roots of previous lives with thousands of reincarnations'."

brush!

That’s all.

Mei Siren swung out the paper fan with all his strength, and slowly shook it, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Bazun glanced at it, and the book on the fan read:

"It's not the same thing."

He couldn't help laughing: "Your students are indeed quite powerful."

"Hahaha." Mei Si laughed with a smile, and walked a few steps with his head held high. He didn't know what he was walking about. In short, he was proud, "right? I'm not worse than Yutu, right?"

Ba Zunzun ignored the arrogant old peacock and looked back at Xu Xiaoshou.

Xu Xiaoshou's state was indeed strange. He seemed to be enlightened and sober. He seemed to have not yet fully immersed himself in it. He said:

"There is no superiority or inferiority, but we are just equal at the end."

"Under the same conditions of practice, the appearance of all living beings and the two lifetimes have natural suppressive power over other appearances."

"You have achieved some success in the famous swordsmanship. You can indeed study the way of combining it carefully, but I don't know how to do it. You have to explore it on your own to determine the future."

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly opened his eyes, and he was pretending to be asleep: "I understand these, let's say something useful."

Ba Zunzhen had long been accustomed to Xu Xiaoshou's straightforward way of speaking, and said with a smile:

"Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade, but they can only be used for reference."

"What I think is that the images of sentient beings in the mortal world can indeed be used to broaden your path between two lives and consolidate your foundation, but it is probably a bit difficult to use mountains and seas to help you cross your reincarnation."

Li Fugui didn't understand a word. He listened with his eyes wide open and felt that it was very rewarding.

My scalp is itching, it must be that I am about to realize the innate sword intention.

Seeing Master Shou's eyes blazing, he said to him: "As long as the mortal world is the sword of all sentient beings, don't forget the love sword of mountains and seas, and then the world of mortals will turn into various reincarnations. How about working hard on my reincarnation?"

Bazun nodded knowingly: "Yes."

"What kind of method can I use to knock on the mysterious door?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

Li Fugui's pupils suddenly trembled.

After confirming that Master Shou was not joking, but asking this question very seriously, his heartbeat accelerated again.

What, I'm just too weak, they are already talking about the third realm of Love Swordsmanship, the Mysterious Sect?

Isn’t that the way to become a god and an ancestor?

Once this mysterious door opens, isn't it the reincarnation of the Sword Ancestor?

And if Master Shou's rough understanding of Taoism can reach a level or two of Xuan Miao Sect, what level of the famous swordsmanship that he previously practiced and was recognized by the Eight Masters will reach what state?

Master Shou is like this, but what about Master Bazun?

No one answered Li Fugui's question. Even the two elders were waiting for Ba Zun's answer and shook their heads:

"Disaster."

It’s hard to open the mysterious door! Li Fugui understood what he said.

The Eight Masters know the way well: "You have only experienced reincarnation once, and you still had a little experience when you enlightened the Tao at that time. If you take the path of the eternal phase, the foundation of reincarnation, and the mysterious door, it is better to complete your name, shangming, tai The road to fame.”

Is this a famous swordsmanship? Li Fugui also understood.

Master Ba Zunzhen's words felt very reasonable as soon as he heard them. Although he didn't know what they meant, Master Shou disagreed:

"Ba Zunzun, your structure is too small."

"I want to take the path of famous swordsmanship. The path of love swordsmanship - the path of Sword Ancestor is not weak at all."

"What I want to ask is, after the conjunction and then the alignment, can it go from two to one, and from one to zero?"

210? Li Fugui couldn't understand now, he still wanted to hear.

The eighth master didn't care about Shouye's ridicule, but he seemed to be really troubled by Shouye's question, and his eyes looked into the distance with confusion.

Li Fugui once heard the master of Black and White Yezi Pavilion say:

Master Bazun is the answer. When people are confused and ask him, he can always give a decisive answer.

He never seemed specious or in doubt.

This time, in a face-to-face situation, after being asked by the master, Li Fugui actually heard the uncertain answer of Lord Ba Zun An:

"You, give it a try?"