The image that appeared in the art of observing heaven and earth was an old green ox.

Green cattle are naturally quite common.

But it was so strong that it seemed as if it could pierce a mountain with just a raise of its head and it could trample two big monsters to death with just a lift of its foot. It was a green bull at that time, and it seemed like there was only one such bull in the world.

The black-robed Taoist priest stared at the old green bull.

Look at its strong physique.

And there is the extremely familiar diamond cutter on the nose.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

No no no, no no no——

No, it shouldn't be.

The Taoist Taishang is still touring the Great Dao, walking alone on the Dao, how could he possibly come down? Besides, isn't that old blue ox still living in the Tushita Palace? It is said that there is no fighting in the Great Dao, and one only wishes to die of old age in heaven, how could he possibly be down there?

Hahaha.

Coincidence, all coincidence!

Even so, the Black-robed Daoist Master still clenched his five fingers, and the magical power that could transform water into form and illuminate the three realms instantly shattered and dispersed, which made Yun Qin, who leaned over to watch, feel very regretful and said, "Uncle, you..."

"No problem."

The black-robed Lord looked normal.

Yun Qin understood what was going on. She nodded and did not ask any more questions. She just sighed and said, "I will have to fight for a long time and will not have time to see you, uncle. So let's meet again after you forge the sword." After the girl said this, she picked up the folding fan, waved her hand, and left very freely.

This uncle was able to temper his sword at the intersection of the Milky Way and the Sea of ​​Blood, where the power of water was most surging and fierce.

There is no doubt that it has extremely powerful strength.

His skills and techniques are at least those of a long-established True Lord.

Even if it was a reclusive Heavenly Lord, Yun Qin wouldn't be too surprised.

But her relationship with this uncle was just that of lazy friends.

Start here, and it's best not to have any other relationships.

Therefore, Yunqin never thought about getting any opportunities from him. Her mind was clear and she walked in a cool and neat manner, which made the Black-robed Daoist Master admire her in his heart and said, "You are a disciple of my lineage."

He turned sideways again and looked at the turbulent and magnificent place where the Milky Way and the sea of ​​blood met. The part of Gou Chen's weapon that was smashed down by Hou Tu was placed here. It had been refined by the evil spirit of the blood river and the vastness of the Milky Way for more than thirty days. There were only fifteen days left to make up the number of forty-nine days, so that it could be used to forge the sword.

However, right now, the Black-Clothed Master had many thoughts in his mind.

I couldn't control my emotions for a moment.

That thing, could it really be that old cow?

If this old cow were still here, could it be that...

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

The black-robed Taoist swept his sleeves and took away all the magic weapons here. Then he took a few steps casually. In an instant, he had changed his position. What he saw before him was a pure and mysterious palace, which was the Tushita Palace. However, it is said that the Laojun of this generation was having a headache because the Green Ox Ancestor who was "living in retirement" in the Tushita Palace was dragged away. He had a terrible headache, but suddenly he saw a dark light in front of him.

His body stiffened slightly, and when he looked up, he saw that all things were dark and gloomy. He only saw a Taoist in black, standing with his hands behind his back. He had a dark and gloomy aura, and his charm was infinite. His face was unknown, and his spirit was unfathomable. He looked so majestic that he seemed the ancestor of all things, and was too awe-inspiring to be looked at directly.

The expression of Taishang Laojun suddenly changed, and he immediately bowed and saluted, saying: "Greetings to the Great Celestial Lord of Shangqing Lingbao."

His voice was deep and dark, and he said calmly, "No need."

The Supreme Lord Laozi respectfully asked, "I received the duty of the Supreme Lord Laozi ten thousand years ago. I have been breathing and refining the elixir every day. I have enjoyed peace for a long time. I don't know how long it will take. I wonder if the Supreme Lord Lingbao has any instructions for you to come here today? We respect your command."

The black-robed Taoist said in a cold and indifferent voice: "Where is the green ox?"

No explanation at all, just questions.

Taishang Laojun was stunned, and felt that the great celestial being who had once cut off the calamity and was full of murderous aura seemed not so happy.

His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately thought that he was the one who had commissioned Master Xuandu to make elixirs and was paying him back on credit.

The Taoist in black found out that he had gone out to gamble with the old ox several times, and his face turned pale.

My body shook a few times!

Great Master Xuandu!

We have been friends for so many years, it’s not that I won’t give it to you, but this, this, is it necessary to tell you everything directly?

You can tell Yuqing too.

Hey, you, why are you the one with the worst temper?

But when he heard what the Great Heavenly Venerable asked, it seemed that this was not the case, and he immediately felt relieved, and then answered honestly:

"It was the great master Xuandu from the Purple Mansion Xuandu Temple who came in person and took the blue bull away."

Hmm? It's Xuandu...

The Taoist in black felt relieved and laughed to himself. It was a mistake. It was a mistake. There is an allusion that once a mortal is bitten by a snake, he will be afraid of the rope for ten years. Who would have thought that I was the same. I saw the old blue ox and thought it was the Supreme? It could also be that Xuandu took the ox away.

Taishang Laojun was very worried.

But there was no response. When he looked up, he saw that the clouds around him had dissipated and there was a peaceful atmosphere. There was no such fierce and terrifying aura. The famous Taoist in black had also left. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, took a few steps back, and sat on the chair. He felt cold sweat on his forehead and sighed, "Fortunately, fortunately."

"I thought something had happened..."

The blood sea and the sky river collided with each other, making a loud noise like thunder. The black-clothed Daojun swept his sleeves and threw the severed part of the Gou Chen into the entire river, letting the weapon be cleansed in the roaring torrent. He performed a series of spells, then stretched himself, lay back, and lay directly on the clouds, lazily crossing his legs, with a relaxed and happy expression on his face, and said:

"Hahaha."

"I knew it, isn't it Old Cow? It looks like Xuandu sent it..."

"Not the Supreme Daoist Fellow!"

“…”

The black-robed Daojun's smile paused slightly, and another thought emerged in his mind -

The problem is that Xuandu is a kid who never comes out of the front door or the back door.

The little hot-tempered guy who always picks fights with his alchemy furnace when he goes out.

He was leading Tai Shang's green ox to meet a guy he didn't know. What was he going to do?

The black-clothed Daoist paused with his dangling right foot, and after a few breaths, he sat up with a look of doubt in his eyes. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to calculate, but then he thought of the agreement between Yuqing and himself, so he let out a long breath, put down his hand, and frowned slightly: "Could it be that this kid..."

The Lord of the Black Clothes lowered his eyes and looked towards the human world. After all these twists and turns, it was already dawn in the human world.

I saw high mountains and long rivers, billowing smoke from human cooking, birds flapping their wings, and clouds moving. A woodcutter went up the mountain shouting a clapper. In the small courtyard on the mountain, a green cow was grazing carelessly, flicking its tail. A young Taoist walked out, and behind him an old man was stroking his beard with a smile, as if instructing the young Taoist on his skills.

The black-robed Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, and in that instant, there was no need to calculate anymore.

Sent to Xuandu of the old green ox.

And the personal guidance from this Taoist friend who never shows up.

The black-robed Daoist Master lowered his eyes, and there seemed to be a wave of anger, resentment and regret in his eyes. He murmured slowly:

"I see--"

…

"Wuhuo's snacks today are quite good. Ha, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Most of your skills are acquired from others. I didn't even know that today you have achieved the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of your Head, which is enough to make you an immortal. Come, come, let me see what you have now."

In the morning, Qi Wuhuo prepared some dishes made of fashionable fruits and vegetables. The old man seemed to be quite interested and ate a lot of them. Then he took Qi Wuhuo to the yard to see his skills. The young Taoist took the Blood River Sword with its sheath and saluted to say yes.

Tai Shang’s advice is different from that of others.

He would not practice with Qi Wuhuo personally, but just let Qi Wuhuo display his skills and he would just watch from the side. The young Taoist had no objection, and holding the sword, he performed all the skills he had learned along the way in front of his teacher. Some of them were taught, some were learned when fighting with others, and some were realized by himself.

There was golden light shining from the ground, sword energy running wild, and he had the skills of controlling the wind and fire. His sword energy was extraordinary and the sound of the piano was boundless.

He performed them one after another all the way, and even though Qi Wuhuo did not use his own Qi which was pure enough to be called immortal energy, he still caused waves and his vital energy circulated everywhere. His simple magical power was enough to absorb and attract the Qi from the outside world, and to display all kinds of incredible means and strange appearances.

Old Qingniu was moved by what he saw.

As expected, the second master has a strong foundation and great skills.

As long as the old fellow Di Ting didn't rely on his innate magical powers to cheat, he would definitely not be a match for the Second Master in a one-on-one fight. But if Di Ting had made preparations in advance, the result would have been different.

Bai Ze and Di Ting are basically the weakest in encounter battles.

He can only bully ordinary gods by relying on his realm.

If you meet a few capable opponents of the same level, you will have to kneel down.

But if Bai Ze and Di Ting challenge others to a fight, they have never lost.

There is no other reason, it's just that the methods and supernatural powers are too unreasonable.

Qi Wuhuo demonstrated all the methods he had used along the way, and then stood in front of the teacher. The old man smiled and praised him for a few words. Just as he was about to speak, he paused slightly, raised his eyes imperceptibly and glanced towards the north of the heaven. Then, as if nothing had happened, he stroked his beard and smiled, "Wuhuo has a strong foundation and a solid basis."

"At this point, there should be some other adventures, so there is no need for me to worry about it as a teacher."

"Heh - Master needs to thank him."

The old man did not say much about this matter. He just smiled and said, "However, although the foundation is solid, Wuhuo has not survived the thunder tribulation, right?"

Qi Wuhuo nodded.

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Is there any doubt about the road ahead?"

Qi Wuhuo nodded and said, "Yes, the three flowers have merged into one, but there is still a little bit of Yin in this body that has not been eliminated. As my cultivation level increases, thunder tribulations will come. If I can break through the thunder tribulations, my body will be pure Yang, and I will be an orthodox immortal. I can use the Yang God to travel thousands of miles in a moment."

"There are many more incredible methods."

"Then we will gather the five qi to become an earthly immortal."

The old man smiled and said, "Earth Immortals and True Lords are already top-grade. They are the way to refine the spirit and return to the void. Refining essence into Qi, refining Qi into spirit, the focus is on the word [transformation], while the way to refine the spirit and return to the void is on the word [return]. My disciple's heart of Tao is pure and focused. At least most of the eight difficulties will not be difficult for you, but you have to go through the rest one by one."

Qi Wuhuo said: "Please give me some advice, teacher."

The old man stroked his beard and said, "People call it the Eight Difficulties, but these Eight Difficulties are not ordinary fixed numbers. It is said that for those who are sentimental, the difficulty lies in their sentimentality; for those who are ruthless, the difficulty lies in their ruthlessness. Why? It is just the strongest and weakest points of a person's character. As the Buddhists say, if you put down your butcher knife, you will become a Buddha right away. How can an ordinary killer be called a butcher?"

"It is to make those who are extremely fond of killing give up killing, to make those who are heartless know what love is, and to make those who are sentimental know what it means to stop being sentimental."

"The eight difficulties of all living things and phenomena in the world are different for each one."

"And there is no difficulty in confusing you..."

The old man sighed: "It's at the North Pole or the South Pole. You are a seeker of truth. The truth of others is your difficulty."

"You need to [attain the Way] before you can take one step past these eight difficulties. If you have attained the Way, then when you become an earthly immortal, there will be no obstacles ahead, and the road ahead will be smooth until you reach the True Lord."

Qi Wuhuo pondered and asked, "What is [Proof of the Way]?"

The old man smiled and said, "To prove is to understand. Once the heart of the Tao is clear, you need to prove yourself internally, and you can also show it externally, like the bright sun, which can make you achieve the Tao and benefit all living beings. This is to prove the Tao. If this Tao really exists, then no matter where you are, it exists. How can it not be shown to others?"

The old blue ox's eyes narrowed and his scalp felt numb.

???

Is this, is this to create one's own Taoist lineage?

hiss--

Is Second Master going to go further than that idiot raised by Fuxi? !

The old man picked up the Eight Scenery Palace Lantern that he had used when he founded the Taoist tradition, handed it to the young Taoist, and said with a smile: "Although it is still very far away from you, Wuhuo should have this wish. I give you this lantern because of this wish. If you only think hard and search up and down by yourself, how can it be called proof?"

“I was just thinking about the Tao.”

"In this case, if you die, your Tao will no longer exist. But if you die, the Tao will no longer exist. Then, doesn't your Tao only exist by relying on you? Can it be called Tao?"

The young Taoist felt suddenly enlightened. He held up the lamp with both hands, restrained his expression, and said solemnly:

"I thank you for your guidance, Master."

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Don't be confused and practice breathing exercises on your own."

"You need to break through the thunder tribulation and reach the state of pure yang in half a month before you can take the next step of cultivation."

"yes."

The young Taoist then practiced breathing exercises, seriously and attentively, while the old man brewed and poured tea. After about a cup of tea, the tea was ready. The old man raised his eyes slightly and looked into the distance. Without any movement, the cup of tea had disappeared. When he stood up, it also disappeared. Everything before his eyes was like a dream bubble, fleeting. What he saw before his eyes were raging waves and a clear sky.

A Taoist in a black robe stood between the sky and the sea, drinking from the cup in his hand, his brows as sharp as a sword.

The old man smiled and said, "So you are fellow Daoist Shangqing, what are you doing here?"

The black-robed Taoist was silent and calm. He just drank up his tea and said calmly, "I was just about to ask you, why did he appear after disappearing for such a long time? It seems that you really think highly of him, Taishang."

The Taoist in black robe looked at the young Taoist in the distance.

It’s like seeing scenes from the past.

He is a younger swordsman whom he recognizes and a younger cultivator whom he praises.

He was the person chosen in the bet between him and Yuqing.

He is a rough gem that I am determined to take as my disciple.

It is also the source of the current hidden anger, regret and unwillingness.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the old man in front of him indifferently.

Everything was silent, like thunder about to fall or a building about to collapse.

The black-robed avenue master said calmly:

"He is your disciple."

"It's the most profound and subtle."