As for the ancestral nature mentioned by the old man, the young man only talks about it.

The paths of cultivation in the world are different, and there is no right or wrong, it only depends on who goes further.

As soon as he thought of this, he felt melancholy.

Because his path has come to an end.

He doesn't regret it.

The next few days, the old man walked around Luojing, but he was not in a hurry to take action and went to Ciyuan Temple again. The ancient temple was quiet in the deep mountains, and the meditation temple was entered in the downtown area, but it was not the youth who were happy, let alone he did not believe in Buddhism.

The boy did not go to Ciyuan Temple, but continued to wander around the city.

A clear sound of piano attracted him.

The river bank was crowded with people, and a faint sound of piano came from a pleasure boat.

The boy saw two women and one man.

The man was the man I saw that day, a woman singing and a woman playing the harp.

The harp is a guzheng, which is originally a product of the Buddha Kingdom. The Buddha Kingdom is west of the Great Jin Dynasty, and the temple is west of the Buddha Kingdom.

The boy recognized the guzheng.

He had heard the sound of the guzheng, but he had never seen anyone play as well as this woman.

Su Ji's eyes crossed the lake and saw a young man in white standing alone behind the crowded crowd.

Blonde hair and white doll face and a box that is almost an ordinary person on his back.

"It's him again."

Su Ji never thought that in such a huge god capital, he met this young man again within a few days.

The boy's eyes also met Su Ji and he smiled.

Su Ji had never seen such warm eyes, which made him feel like he was soaked in the warm spring water.

He has always been very charming, but this young man is by no means inferior to his true form.

He is a Taoist Yushu.

Su Ji thought to himself that if this young man continued to stay in the capital, many good families would sleep all night for him.

"The grass on the side, grass on the side, grass on the side is full of soldiers. The snow in the south and north of the mountain is clear, and the moon is bright for thousands of miles. The bright moon, the moon, and the sound of sadness is gone."

As Su Rushi's singing stopped, the ship left.

There have been no military affairs in the capital for many years, but the pleasure boats have left desolate as the songs have left.

Young people can also brag about slap and feel even more emotional.

He did not catch up with the pleasure boat and turned around and walked into the crowd.

…

…

The snow is clear and the moon is bright in the sky.

The old man is in Ciyuan Temple, and in the main hall, the abbot of Ciyuan Temple, and the second-ranked figure in the Dazen Temple, Guanghua, is sitting on the verge of Taoism.

Guanghua Heshishi said: "Donor, everything has a number of days. I will lose to you as a number of days, and your failure is also a number of days. It's a pity, a pity."

The old man smiled and said, "The little monk still has success or failure."

He stood up and left, and the Buddha's head in the Main Hall slowly fell down.

Guanghua looked back and looked silently, and said to himself:

"He dared to cut off the Buddha's head, let alone the emperor's head."

After the old man came out, he met a boy.

The young man said, "You cut off the Buddha's head, are you trying to cut off the nature of gods and Buddhas and become a demon again?"

"I am not a demon, how can I have hope?" the old man said leisurely with his hands behind his back.

The young man was silent, and it took a long time for the old man to lose his demonic nature. Now, in order to do this, the old man has become possessed by the demon again. The efforts of the three generations of people seem to have been wasted at this moment.

"That person is Shen Daozi."

"I know."

"You are devilish tonight, so don't plan to train him?"

"After I die, the sword will belong to him."

…

…

Inside the Chaoyang Temple.

Su Ji felt strange and walked out of the green courtyard. The street outside had already withered. Su Ji looked around and suddenly looked to the west. A sword energy with a breath of like wolf smoke rose into the sky and finally headed towards the huge monument standing outside the imperial city.

At the same time, an orange-yellow dragon-shaped aura deep in the imperial city came out from the depths of the imperial city and slaughtered towards the wolf smoke.

These two auras cannot be seen by ordinary people.

After he entered Tongyou, he was very different from ordinary people, so he could experience it.

The battle between the two auras really attracted him. Su Ji hesitated for a while and wanted to get closer and take a look.

Luoshui is at your feet, Tianjin Bridge is right in front of you, Su Ji is watching the fighting on the other side of Luoshui on a thousand-year-old locust tree in Dongjia Restaurant.

This is probably a struggle of experts who are in the process of manipulating the invisible aura of heaven and earth, and killing people from afar.

At most, ordinary people just notice that there is a turbulence.

The clouds in the sky become deep, with the feeling of black clouds swaying in the city, and the wind blows and dust fly.

The struggle between the two auras has also entered a white-hot stage.

Su Ji vaguely felt that the spirit of wolf smoke was inferior to the breath of the real dragon.

The dragon-shaped aura is thick, and even if it is left to the impact of the wolf smoke sword energy, it will not be damaged at all. If he were the wolf smoke, he would have retreated long ago.

But the wolf smoke was brave and brave, and his aura was full of determination and fierceness.

At the same time, there are other powerful existences around. Although there are few numbers, each of them gives Su Ji an extremely dangerous feeling.

"The person from the God's Court?" Su Ji thought to himself.

He has been in the capital for so long, and to be honest, it was the first time he suspected of meeting someone from the Divine Court.

After all, once listed as a fairy, it is equivalent to transcending the world and reducing appearances. For example, Fan Zhongxuan, who is powerful but does not enter the fairy, will become a fairy, and will end up in the court. After all, there are very few warriors who are powerful and do not enter the fairy.

If it were in the past, Su Ji would naturally pay good attention to the masters around him, but at this moment his thoughts flashed and his attention was on the two breaths of fighting on the monument.

Wolf smoke is extremely brave, but ultimately not as powerful as the dragon's aura, and gradually falls at a disadvantage.

But Langyan fought to the death and refused to retreat, which made the dragon energy unable to crush Langyan with a crushing force.

Although there is no entity or the reality of the intersecting fists and palms, Su Ji has experienced more, that is a different world.

Entering Tonggu Realm can be said to be the first-class person in the martial arts world, but the existence represented by the two auras and the masters of Tonggu Realm are in different worlds.

It can even be said to be above all sentient beings.

Turning hands is like clouds and turning hands is like rain. This is a word that describes people with great power, but Su Ji realized that the existence represented by the two auras can really do this.

In this way, some of the legends about the Three Immortals at the end of the Han Dynasty were exaggerated in the past, but now it seems that this is not necessarily the case.

Su Ji secretly thought to himself that the old man would never be under the smoke of wolf. Will such terrifying strength really not be able to beat the years?

"Yang Shen!"

Su Ji recalled that the old man used Yang Shen to hit Shangguan Bozhong's brothers hard, and the feeling was as if he had a substantial feeling, which was even better than the wolf smoke.

Compared to the dragon energy, it seems to be no less beautiful.

This may represent a force beyond life and death.

Even though Su Ji, as a person who has died once, was not so concerned about life and death, he still had the instinct of being born with life for this kind of power.

Accompanied by a low dragon roar, the wind and thunder were shattered.

Su Ji frowned.

He obviously felt that with this dragon roar, the whole Luoshui seemed to be boiling, and his body felt the urge to kneel down and worship him.

Compared with this dragon roar, Xia Zong's Dragon God Sect is nothing, perhaps only a speck of dust.

Su Ji used his will to drive his body, and did not kneel down and surrender, but he was also under pressure like the entire Longmen Mountain pressing on his head.

He was not sure at this time that the powerful beings around him, who were as powerful as him, knelt down respectfully with their jade scepters in their hands.
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