"You really don't know?" Zhang Xukun looked over, his eyes dull and vicissitudes of life, like the years examining Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang shook his head:
"We will know in the future."
"Then why do you ask?" Zhang Xukun smiled, the fire of the alchemy furnace reflected in his eyes, yellow and orange with a hint of blue:
"It's about the common people, it's about the spiritual path, it's about changes. You don't know it now, maybe it's a good thing.
There is a saying in Taoism that you should not predict things that are not yet done, as predictions can easily change. "
Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered and he suddenly smiled:
"Don't you know either?"
"Hahaha..." Zhang Xukun was stunned for a moment, laughed twice, and then said:
"yes."
Zhao Wujiang seemed to sigh helplessly, he had expected it.
Zhang Xukun had a smile on his old face and explained:
"There are very few people who know this thing. Most people only know one thing, that is, this thing concerns everyone. Whoever can get it can, to a certain extent, dominate everything!
That old man is still alive. If you want to know what this thing is right now, why not ask him? "
"Who?" Zhao Wujiang frowned and asked in confusion:
"Painting Saint Lu Zhong?"
Zhang Xukun's eyes were filled with fire. He shook his head and said seriously:
"Although Lu Zhong is tyrannical, compared to the elders, Lu Zhong is just a young boy.
You have a close relationship with the old man. If you go to Butian Pavilion to inquire in person, I think he will tell you.
Or if you wait, you will know sooner or later. "
Butian Pavilion? Old-timer? The origin is not shallow? Zhao Wujiang wondered in his mind, could this person be a strong man he knew in the future?
"Senior, I want to know the cause of the disaster that happened in the ancient times." Zhao Wujiang pondered for a while, looked serious, and asked with his fists clasped.
Ouch, what are you doing? Zhang Xukun's eyes trembled, and he suddenly turned sideways to avoid Zhao Wujiang's clasped fist and bow, and kept muttering about losing his life.
He rolled half a circle on the futon, then sat up, sighed, and said leisurely:
"What can a poor man know?
If you want to ask about the future, your future, or your destiny, even a modest person can tell you something about the secrets of heaven.
But if you ask me, how could Pindao know so much?
He has been in charge of the Earth Sect for only a thousand years, and Pindao's traces in the world are only over 1,200 years old. What happened in the ancient times tens of thousands of years ago, Pindao knows only from what he heard, and I can't give you the details. explanation of. "
"It doesn't matter, it's enough to clear up one or two doubts in my mind." Zhao Wujiang smiled calmly:
"Although I know that I will eventually know everything, if I really don't know anything now, I feel really uncomfortable."
Xuanyuan Jing's eyes were blurry. Ever since the green smoke curled up inside the temple, she had been feeling sleepy. Now, listening to the old Taoist and Wujiang saying some words that she couldn't quite understand, she felt like she was reading a book from heaven, and she unconsciously wanted to sleep.
She leaned gently against Zhao Wujiang with a peaceful expression.
"I don't know if it's a blessing, but she has deep blessings." The incense burner crown on the old Taoist head burner was like a giant beast swallowing clouds and spitting smoke. The green smoke burned more and more. His eyes were far away and he sighed:
"It was a long time ago in the ancient times. There were no sects, no sects, no sects in the world. There were only tribes consisting of clans living together.
The demon god appeared at that time.
The old man that Pindao just mentioned also lived at that time.
The same was true for Lu Zhong and others, but they were all children at that time.
One day later, the world changed drastically, and the mountains and rivers rolled back.
The earth rolled over like a mud dragon, began to shake and collapse, and cracks appeared in the sky, stretching out its world-destroying hand, possessing supreme power.
Some people ran away, looking for a safe area, while others fought against the changes.
Among the people participating in the resistance, most of them were clan chiefs and clan leaders of various tribes, as well as demon gods, and the old senior.
Pindao didn't know the scene clearly at that time. I only heard from later people that the demon god single-handedly fought against three powerful men who were suffering from the disaster.
In the end, of all the creatures who participated in the struggle, only the old man survived, and the rest died, including the demon god. "
