In the north of Xumi, there are large and small sects that have founded mountains and established sects, as well as towns that have been controlled by the world of cultivation for a long time. Except for Dingxian City in the southern region, most casual cultivators live in this gap.
Something happened today, which immediately attracted countless monks to go out to check. There were sects and families with deep foundations. When they saw that the visitor was carrying a Zhaoyan token, although he did not dare to act rashly, his face became serious and he wanted to step forward. Asked some questions. But after the disciple Zhen Qiyuan stopped, he immediately used his hand skills to make a huge stone fall straight from the air to the ground. There were densely written words on the stone. As soon as the disciple who laid the huge stone left, the surrounding monks pushed and swarmed up.
"This is……"
For a time, monks from all over the North were rushing towards these boulders. The writing on them was clear, but in fact there was a magical power engraved on them, but the content was so mysterious that not everyone could understand it!
And on the top of the boulder, there is a line of big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes, as if they are about to take off into the sky at any time. Their boldness and heroic spirit are the first to be seen by everyone.
It said: "The ancient magical power is sealed and given to everyone in the world!"
The monks who didn't understand the content all looked at it carefully. Those who understood the meaning printed on the boulder had their faces flushed and their eyes gleaming.
It is, it is such a magical power!
How rich and heroic the Zhaoyan Immortal Sect is, that they dare to freely give a divine power that can be said to defy the heavens to the people of the world for practice!
For a time, even the many monks who had previously wanted to question him were no longer depressed at all. People from all directions rushed to tell each other. The news of the Immortal Sect's gift of the law swept across the entire Northland like a hurricane.
Naturally, it has also spread to several righteous sects...
Taiyuan Taoist sect, Heyuanqiu.
Most of the Taoist sects of the Xianjia choose mountains as their sites, such as the mountains and valleys of Zhaoyan, and the huge peaks of Yixuan rising from the ground. As the only one among the ten sects of the righteous Taoism that can be called the Immortal Sect together with Zhaoyan, Taiyuan has several things. The large river that flows into the sea has tributaries as dense as spider webs and leaf veins. The water is endless and the sky is filled with warm mist. More than 100,000 years ago, the founder He Yuanzi chose this place to establish the sect. He Yuanzi, where he was before his ascension, became a fishing place for Taiyuan masters of various generations.
As of now, it happens to be Shi Rucheng, the fourth generation head of Taiyuan.
There is a white-robed Taoist, currently wearing a raincoat, sitting cross-legged on a futon in the pavilion. The long pole in his hand is thin and curved, arching an arc like a half-moon before falling into the water. There is no silk thread on the pole head, and it moves point by point. Flicking with the water splashes, the fish swim back and forth without stopping.
The jade slip sent by Danxing was placed beside him casually. There were seven or eight monks standing outside the pavilion. It seemed that they were all powerful men in the cave who could control the wind and rain in the outside world. But now they all held their hands and stared intently. Standing on the ground, suddenly a disciple fell from the sky. He first slowly walked forward and kowtowed to the small pavilion, then bowed to the people standing, and then moved his lips slightly, not knowing what to report.
That matter seemed to be quite important, which made everyone change their expressions slightly. However, no one dared to come forward and disturb the Taoist in the pavilion.
It was not until several hours passed that the Taoist threw the long pole casually, causing a soft sound and several ripples in the water, and then saw a tall man walking out. A man of about sixty looks like a young man in terms of body posture. The monks waited for a long time before they heard a deep voice:
"You've been waiting for a long time!"
Everyone said "dare not", but this Taoist laughed:
"You guys have made breakthroughs on your own, and everyone who sees them won't hold you up with respect. It's really hard for you to stand around and accompany me fishing."
After listening to some flattering words, the Taoist waved his hands impatiently and frowned: "I have seen the thing Zhaoyan sent. It is indeed the superior magical power of Yuanshen. Even if it cannot be broken after practice, The two gods of Xu can also greatly enhance the power of the soul. Feng Shi actually sent this thing because of the Huanyuan incident. However, if this method is kept within the ten sects of the righteous way, it will only be for the sake of justice. Some human monks are beneficial.
"With Feng Shijing's style, this method should be made public to the world!"
"The head of the Immortal knew what was going on, and just now his disciples came to report that Zhao Yan had indeed set up monuments everywhere in the north to announce the method of splitting gods." Monk Youdongxu responded.
Shi Rucheng shook his head, chuckled, and muttered in a low voice: "It's strange that Cui You, with such a gentle temperament, can teach a disciple like Wen Sui or Feng Shi Jing."
Seeing that everyone in front of him did not dare to do anything without his instructions, Shi Rucheng raised his eyebrows, waved his hands and said: "Since the magical power has been sent to my sect, there is no reason to be timid and call people to copy this method. , be sure to make your disciples practice the basics.
"This method has three stages and nine small steps. Those who pass each stage will be recorded as a small meritorious deed, and the practice will be perfect. Those who split the two gods of the void will be recorded as a great meritorious deed, and they will be taken to the cave to practice!"
Scenes like this may be the same or different in the Zhengdao sects, but the mystery of the ancient supernatural powers really stirred up everyone's hearts. When they heard about Emperor Huanyuan, all the monks in the world were alert to it, and even some sects in the South were alert. The disciple went north just to copy the method of splitting the gods and come back.
But Feng Shijing, who arranged all this, welcomed a rare visitor in Yuandu Cave.
It has been more than a thousand years since he entered this place again. Although this is not a long time for a monk, Hai Qing still feels that things are different and people are different.
She stepped straight into the main hall. In the center was a four-cornered copper incense burner, with a sculpture of a Suan Ni with its legs in front and a prone body carved at the bottom. The two sides were empty. Except for a blank screen with no paintings, no ornaments were placed there. , Feng Shi actually stood in front of the stove, and the slowly rising white smoke obscured his face. If Hai Qing looked with his spiritual consciousness, he could see clearly.
But she didn't want to.
"You knew earlier." When he said this through gritted teeth, Hai Qing felt vaguely familiar.
It seems that when we met in the past, she spoke first like this.
Feng Shi didn't answer her. In the endless silence, the smoke swallowed his body like a mouthless beast.
A long time ago, before the world-shattering catastrophe occurred and the previous leader Cui You had not yet ascended to the throne, Wen Sui and Feng Shi did not know why their master would take a child under his tutelage before leaving.
Feng Shi actually just touched the child's head, and she bit him on the knuckles. Cui You next to him smiled and said: "He is really a demon king who is not afraid of heaven and earth. He should stay under my door. If he goes elsewhere, I don’t know how many troubles will arise.”
The two faces, one large and one small, gradually overlapped. What remained unchanged was Hai Qing's wolf-like eyes, which were always burning with rage.
"You knew Huanyuan was going to take action, but you still let her go." The anger grew higher and higher, rushing straight towards him, "just like when you knew about Mo Yuan, but you didn't stop Chao Yuan." Ask the same question as Chi Shen!"
Her eyes were hateful and angry, sad and regretful at the same time.
They were exactly the same as the other pair of eyes in Feng Shijing's memory.
