"You are merely a wisp of obsession; for now, remain within the sword."

Li Daoyi gently stroked the sword, and the milky white light gradually faded away.

"Whoosh..."

Li Daoyi casually tossed the sword aside, and it flew back into the scabbard in Yang Guo's hand.

The little guy's face was full of excitement. He was holding the sword with great excitement. Yue Fei! He actually saw Yue Fei.

"Dao Yi, what was that just now?" Dongfang Bubai walked over.

At this moment, Li Daoyi turned around and looked at the woods behind him.

"Aren't you coming out yet?" he said calmly to the old man's hiding place.

The three from the East also looked over quickly, and saw a figure leaping towards them on tree branches.

"Huh?" Mu Nianci was surprised to see the person who came, but then her face lit up with joy and she quickly went to greet them.

"Seventh Master".

The person who arrived clearly paused for a moment.

"Little Mu, is that you?"

The old man looked at Mu Nianci in surprise, sizing her up and down.

A hint of doubt flashed in Dongfang Bubai's and Yang Guo's eyes; they hadn't expected the two to know each other.

"I never expected it to be the famous Nine-Fingered Beggar," Li Daoyi said.

The old man was none other than Hong Qigong, one of the Five Greats, also known as the Northern Beggar.

At this moment, Hong Qigong's mind was not completely calm. What he had just witnessed was truly unbelievable. He had actually seen such a miraculous scene when someone called out Yue Fei, Yue Wumu.

"I am Hong Qi. May I ask who this Taoist priest is?" Hong Qi Gong dared not be presumptuous. He knew that the young Taoist priest in front of him was no ordinary person, so he quickly asked politely.

"Li Daoyi."

"Li Daoyi? I've never heard of him before. This guy's aura is even more exaggerated than Wang Chongyang's. When did such a person appear in the world?" Hong Qigong wondered.

"So it's Master Li."

"Seventh Master, what are you doing here? It's been so many years, but you're still as healthy as ever," Mu Nianci said.

"Haha, I'm an old man, I'll just live one day at a time. I was passing by and got a bit tired, so I took a nap in a tree. I never expected to witness the Taoist's supernatural powers by accident," Hong Qi laughed.

At this moment, Yang Guo blinked his big eyes and walked around behind Hong Qigong, looking curiously at the wine gourd.

"Guo'er, this is Master Qi, a great hero in the martial arts world. He even taught his mother martial arts before."

"Grandpa Seventh Master, my name is Yang Guo," Yang Guo said obediently.

“Yang Guo? Yang? Who is this child?” Hong Qigong was slightly surprised and looked at Mu Nianci.

Mu Nianci nodded slightly.

A knowing glint flashed in Hong Qigong's eyes as he reached out and stroked Yang Guo's head.

"Good boy, good boy."

"Huh? You have such powerful internal energy in your body, kid." Hong Qi exclaimed in surprise. He sensed a pure and extremely yang internal energy flowing within Yang Guo's body.

"Hehe, I'm just a third-rate martial artist." Yang Guo raised his head arrogantly upon hearing this.

“Is this something to be proud of? Hurry up and gather some firewood. We’ll rest here tonight and head to Lin’an tomorrow morning,” Li Daoyi scolded.

"Yes, Master." Yang Guo stuck out his tongue and quickly ran into the woods.

Then, Mu Nianci and Dongfang Bubai took a blanket from the oxcart and laid it directly on the ground.

"Dao Yi, I'm going to get some things," Dongfang Bubai said.

"Um."

Then Dongfang Bubai leaped into the air, transforming into a red shadow and flashing into the forest.

"Innate, this girl has such graceful movements," Hong Qigong praised.

"A Grandmaster?" Li Daoyi sensed Hong Qigong's aura. Although his aura was weakening due to his age, he could still feel the surging true energy within him, which far exceeded the Innate Realm. He should be a Grandmaster.

Li Daoyi sat down on the carpet, and Hong Qigong also sat down without any politeness, but his eyes looked Li Daoyi up and down, and the more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

"Who exactly is this young Taoist priest? He doesn't seem to have any martial arts skills at all. And what was that technique he just used? Was it magic?" Hong Qigong wondered to himself.

"Um, Master Li, if this old beggar may be so bold as to ask, what kind of martial art was that just now? Was that figure really Lord Yue?" Hong Qigong couldn't help but ask.

"Martial arts? This humble Taoist knows no martial arts. It is indeed Yue Fei, but it is merely a wisp of obsession," Li Daoyi said slowly.

"Not martial arts? Immortal arts?" Hong Qigong asked in surprise.

“Seventh Master, the Daoist is no ordinary person,” Mu Nianci said from the side.

"Not an ordinary person?" Hong Qigong stared blankly at Li Daoyi.

"It's unbelievable that such a person exists in this world." Hong Qigong exclaimed in amazement.

"By the way, Taoist priest, I just saw you talking to yourself for a long time. Were you talking to Prince Yue?"

“Obsession,” Li Daoyi said.

"Ah, yes, it's an obsession," Hong Qi quickly replied. But he didn't really understand what an obsession was.

"Yue Fei's true spirit has long since dissipated. What happened just now was merely a lingering obsession. Such an obsession is the spiritual imprint left behind by a person after death due to their unwillingness to accept their fate."

"This obsession was about to dissipate, but fortunately it encountered me, which sealed it into the sword."

Hong Qigong nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"As for my conversation with him, since the other party is merely a consciousness and cannot speak directly, you cannot hear him speak."

“Yue Fei’s obsession was naturally to protect his country, so he sought my help,” Li Daoyi continued.

Only then did Hong Qigong understand the meaning of the conversation he had just heard.

Just then, Yang Guo returned carrying a large pile of firewood.

Li Daoyi pointed at the pile of firewood, and the firewood instantly burst into flames.

"Hiss... Is this the Daoist method?" Hong Qi's eyes lit up.

A moment later, Dongfang Bubai also flew back, carrying a deer in his hand.

"Wow, it's a deer! Senior Dongfang, you're amazing!" Yang Guo exclaimed excitedly.

"Give me one of your thighs." Hong Qigong's eyes lit up.

"Seventh Master, after all these years, you still have such a love for food," Mu Nianci said with a smile.

"Haha... This old beggar has traveled all over the country these past few years, all for the sake of delicious food. To be honest, I'm also going to Lin'an this time. It's been more than ten years since I've had a royal banquet in the palace," Hong Qi laughed.

"Crackling and popping..."

The campfire burned, and the venison on the wooden rack dripped oil from time to time. Yang Guo kept turning the grill, while Hong Qigong gave him serious instructions.

“Yes, yes, just like that. When the fat is about to drip down, you have to flip it over quickly. Grilling meat requires patience. You can’t rush it. You also have to observe the color of the meat. The heat is also very important.” Hong Qigong said with a serious face, and Yang Guo also looked solemn, as if they were not grilling meat, but learning a profound martial art.

After a while, Hong Qigong looked at Yang Guo and then at Li Daoyi, before asking Yang Guo in a low voice.

"Boy, which Taoist sect does your master belong to?"

Yang Guo was somewhat puzzled.

"Taoist sect? I don't know that. My master came from heaven." Yang Guo shook his head.

Hong Qigong was stunned, looking at Yang Guo in disbelief, as if to say, "Don't try to fool me."

"Believe it or not, Master and Senior Dongfang flew down from the sky riding green oxen."

"Goodness, no wonder Wang Chongyang always sought immortality. Are there really immortals in this world?" Hong Qigong sighed when he saw that Yang Guo's expression seemed genuine.

"What kind of person was Wang Chongyang?" Suddenly, Li Daoyi's voice rang out.

Upon hearing this, Hong Qigong's expression also became solemn.

"Wang Chongyang is the person I admire most in my life. Daoist, to be honest, although he is also a person of the martial arts world, he is completely different from us. He has a transcendent air about him. We are like loaches in the mud, while he is a true dragon in the lake and sea. We are not from the same world."

Hong Qigong glanced at Li Daoyi as he spoke.

“Speaking of which, when I saw you before, I thought Wang Chongyang had been resurrected, but you are clearly far more unfathomable than him,” Hong Qi said.

"Oh? If that's the case, why did he die so young?" Li Daoyi asked.

Hong Qigong was taken aback upon hearing this, then frowned.

"The old beggar didn't understand either. With his cultivation level, he was the first among the Five Greats to reach the Grandmaster level. Logically speaking, even if he didn't live to be a hundred, living to be eighty or ninety would be normal. But he passed away before he was sixty."

“Strange, truly strange. Legend has it that he went mad from practicing the Innate Skill and the Nine Yin Manual, but I don’t know the details,” Hong Qi continued.

“He probably doesn’t practice the Nine Yin Manual,” Li Daoyi said.

The Innate Skill is not bad, and Li Daoyi suspects that the Innate Skill practiced by Wang Chongyang has already become a cultivation technique for immortality.

“By the way, Wang Chongyang once went to see Master Yideng. Not long after he returned, he faked his death and injured the old poison master. Then, news spread that he had passed away. I always felt that with his cultivation, it was impossible for him to die so easily.” Hong Qigong also looked puzzled.

At this moment, Li Daoyi had a vague guess in his mind that Wang Chongyang might not have died, or rather, he might not have died in the way people understood it. This world was not a world of cultivation, and Wang Chongyang might have entered the cultivation system. Perhaps this was the reason for his "death".

"Breaking through the void?" A thought suddenly flashed through Li Daoyi's mind.

A goldfish living in a muddy swamp would only want to desperately escape the swamp and venture into a wider world. However, all of this was just his speculation; it seemed he would need to personally visit the Quanzhen Sect in the future.

"It's cooked, it's cooked!" Yang Guo's voice rang out. The aroma of meat filled the air.

"Boy, give me a deer leg," Hong Qigong shouted.

"No, I want to give it to my master and Senior Dongfang," Yang Guo refused.

"Hey, you little rascal..."