Chapter 475: The Battle of the Eight Dragons, Fire Knights and Bodhisattvas

Ye Yang looked at Yi Xuezi, with a barely perceptible gleam in his eyes.

"The world is not perfect, and neither is life. How can we infer past and present lives from people's faces?"

"No, appearance is determined by the heart, and fate is created by heaven."

Yi Xuezi shook his head, his voice low and powerful.

His eyes were clear, like a bottomless spring, with unshakable faith.

Ye Yang sighed softly.

Fate is too hard to guess.

It is too difficult to understand it with the ideas of ordinary people.

Even the legendary immortals who are high above may not be able to guess the power of fate.

Ye Yang believes that people have big and small lives.

Big life is something that cannot be changed or replaced by hard work, and can only be passively accepted.

Such as birth, family background, and people sitting at home, disasters come from the sky.

And small life is something that can be changed by will and hard work.

Such as practice, such as learning.

But Yi Xuezi believes that everything is arranged by fate.

Even learning, practicing, and luck are all predestined.

Some people, when their fate comes, can get the immortal fruit, become immortals and ascend to heaven without practicing.

Some people make all kinds of plans and work hard, but in the end they can only be trapped in one place, unable to break through, and die in vain.

"Brother Yi, since you think everything is destined, what is the meaning of our efforts?"

Ye Yang couldn't help asking.

Yi Xuezi smiled slightly.

"Brother Ye, destiny cannot be violated. If you don't know your destiny, you can't be a god or a gentleman. Destiny has already determined whether you work hard or not."

Ye Yang was silent.

"Brother Yi, although you and I have different opinions, this world is big enough to accommodate our different opinions and views."

Unknowingly, the night fell, and the starry moonlight shone through the window and sprinkled on the three of them.

Yi Xuezi looked at Ye Yang and frowned slightly.

"This person can actually discuss with me for such a long time, it seems that he is indeed an extraordinary person."

"However, according to my fate hexagram, he is obviously an ordinary person, but why is he so elusive and unpredictable? I used the six-line plum blossom arithmetic to deduce the future, but it turned out to be nothing."

"Could it be that he is outside the mortal world and not in the five elements?"

"This person either has a heaven-defying treasure that conceals his own aura, or his physique is extraordinary. I misjudged him."

He lowered his brows, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, Ye Yang expressed his doubts.

"Brother Yi, I don't know why you came all the way to find me."

"To be honest, I felt a familiar breath from Brother Ye."

"This breath led me to come through many mountains and rivers, but I used various methods of measurement and could not find your trace."

"I had no choice but to find the Holy Son and ask him to help introduce me."

Yi Xuezi's eyes revealed a hint of urgency.

It seems that what he is looking for is not only a person, but also a past, or a long-lost connection.

Brother Ye frowned slightly, a little confused, and he spoke slowly.

"Brother Yi, you and I just met for the first time, how can there be such a deep origin, is there something wrong?"

"No, I am not wrong."

Yi Xuezi shook his head, his tone firm.

"This has a great relationship with the practice of my cultivation method. Many years ago, I got a heavenly calculation treasure in an adventure."

"Since I practiced this method, I can sense my opportunity in the crowd, and now this opportunity has fallen on Brother Ye."

Brother Ye was silent for a moment, and a glimmer of thought flashed in his eyes. He had not come into contact with many cultivators of the way of numerology.

Except for Yi Xuezi in front of him.

The remaining one was the mysterious old Taoist priest he met in the Changsheng barrier in the past.

The man held the fortune-telling white soul flag, and was extremely sloppy. The general outline of the Thirteen Swords of Time was also given by him.

Could it be that Yi Xuezi is looking for him?

Ye Yang spoke slowly.

"Brother Yi, your words remind me of an old Taoist priest who also practices the art of numerology."

After hearing this, Yi Xuezi's eyes flashed: Old Taoist priest? Please tell me in detail, Brother Ye."

"Do you still remember what the old man looked like?"

Brother Ye pondered for a while, slowly closed his eyes, and seemed to be trying to recall.

"I only remember that he had white hair, held a soul flag, and had a sloppy face. The rest is gone."

Yi Xuezi nodded, took out a scroll from his arms, unfolded it, and handed it to Brother Ye.

"Brother Ye, take a look at the person in this painting, is he similar to the old man in your memory? "

Brother Ye took the scroll and looked at the painting. In the painting was an old man with a fairy-like appearance, holding a whisk, with deep eyes and a faint green light surrounding him.

In addition to being clean and tidy, and having an extraordinary appearance, his face was exactly the same as that man.

Ye Yang's fingers gently stroked the picture, with a look of shock in his eyes.

"This is indeed the old Taoist priest!"

Yi Xuezi saw this and smiled with relief.

"As expected. Brother Ye, I said that my fate would fall on you. There must be a deeper cause and effect between you and me."

The two looked at each other, Ye Yang took a deep breath, and spoke slowly.

"Brother Yi, if it's not the old Taoist priest, what is his origin?"

Yi Xuezi shook his head

"I don't know, but I got two sentences from the Tian Suan Bao Shu, which made me remember them vividly and always take them as a guide."

He spoke slowly

The first sentence was "It's impossible to calculate the humble lives of all living beings."

Ye Yang didn't know why, but he thought of the words that the old Taoist priest often said before.

Immediately blurted out and took over the next sentence.

"The next sentence is to look back at the starry sky."

"No, it's the starry sky."

The sentence "Looking back at the starry sky" revealed a hint of hope and expectation.

Although the road of life is full of ups and downs and difficulties, there is always a moment when the night is about to dissipate and the first light of dawn appears in the sky.

People will stop and look up at the starry sky that is gradually fading away from the darkness, and a warm current will surge in their hearts, and they will strive for self-improvement.

But Geng Geng Xinghe Naihe Tiantian, even if he tries his best and struggles, can only be blown away by the rain and wind in the end.

The word "naihe" completely dissipates everything into nothingness.

"Yu Shutian or Naihetian?"

Yixuezi looked at the sky and had a little doubt in his heart

Ye Yang looked at him, and a ray of light appeared in his eyes.

Fate is unpredictable.

But he thought.

Whether fate is already determined or not.

He will stick to his beliefs, persevere, take one step at a time, be down-to-earth, keep exploring, keep practicing, and keep moving forward.

...

During this period.

The battle between Yi Qi Chang Qiu Dao Xinghe and Ba Bu Tian Long Huo Xia Bodhi caused a sensation.

Ye Yang was also paying attention all the time, and he didn't even go back to the sect.

Tonight, the night of the full moon.

In the quiet valley of Ruyi Lake, ancient trees are towering, and the moonlight shines through the treetops, dappling on the path paved with bluestone.

The night of the full moon finally became quiet.

A group of people stood on the top of the cliff, on the cliff, or on the lake, looking forward to it, full of expectations.

All the people who came were heroes and high-level cultivators.

Ye Yang looked around one by one. Next to him was the six-armed lion king Dona Yuan, who was by the lake, and the person next to him was the golden branch and jade leaf Li Xinfei.

They were all high-level cultivators in the top 20 of the Hidden Dragon List, and they were rarely seen on weekdays.

Further ahead was Luo Shenxue, who had been shocked by Ye Yang's sword and had lost her years. At this moment, her hair was full of white, and there were still bloodshot in her eyes.

As for the Blood Demon Saint Son, the bloodthirsty wolf Wang Dong and others, it goes without saying.

Ye Yang sat in the attic by the window and waited patiently.

This position is extremely difficult to obtain. Even within the sphere of influence of Feitianmen, it took his subordinates a lot of effort to get it.

He waited quietly for Dao Xinghe and Xia Puti to appear.

Looking forward to it, looking forward to it

When the moon was one-third higher, the crowd finally became excited.

Two people walked alone under the moon, stepping on the moonlight.

In the night, their figures were like two meteors, one in front and one behind, breaking through the silent sky.

Then they stood in the center of the lake, one on the left and one on the right.

One was Dao Xinghe, and the other was Xia Puti.

Dao Xinghe wore a black robe with silver edges, a long sword on his waist, and the scabbard was engraved with complicated star patterns.

His eyes were firm and his steps were steady, as if every step was in the rhythm of heaven and earth.

Xia Puti, who followed closely behind, wore a fiery red cassock, and his robe fluttered in the wind, like a burning flame.

He was tall, like a diamond, with no hair, but a high flesh bun on his head, in which was inserted a red-gold hairpin with a soaring dragon carved on it.

Xia Bodhi was very calm, with a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, chanting all the time, and the light of wisdom flashing in his eyes.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the Buddha was smiling at a flower, approachable, always giving people a sense of unfathomable.

The arrival of the two broke the tranquility here.

"Look, the two of them are fighting."

"A century-old event, rarely seen."

"The battle between the third and sixth on the Hidden Dragon List, if you lose this opportunity, it will be difficult to see it again in your lifetime."

Many people opened their eyes wide, fearing that they would miss this peerless battle.

Ye Yang's eyes emitted golden-red sword light, and he operated his sword pupils. Everything in the world became clear in his eyes.

He looked carefully.

On the lake, under the full moon.

Dao Xinghe took the lead in launching the attack.

The knife can shatter the starry sky. Once the knife is out, the heaven and earth will be destroyed.

This knife, like the brightest star in the night sky, cuts through the curtain of darkness, bringing endless brilliance and power.

Wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to be split in two, and the sharp whistling sound echoed in the space, making people tremble.

Xia Bodhi opened and closed his hands, and played a Buddha Fire Palm.

This palm, like the lotus under the Buddha's seat, bloomed with infinite light and compassion.

Wherever the palm wind went, the flame turned into a huge lotus, burning all evil.

In the center of the lotus, there seemed to be a small Buddhist kingdom, exuding tranquility and peace.

The attacks of the two, one hard and one fierce, did not complement each other, but both contained the power to destroy everything.

Dao Xinghe's sword light and Xia Bodhi's Buddha Fire Palm intertwined with each other, forming a gorgeous vacuum zone.

The next moment, the two collided and dissipated like mist.

The sword light flashed again, and the Buddha Fire Lotus bloomed again.

The offensive of the two was as surging as the tide.

Everyone could see that these people were both well matched, and their strengths were comparable.

In fact, the Drunken Sword Immortal, who ranks first on the Hidden Dragon List, has reached the age of sixty and will be removed from the list next year.