When Qi Wuhuo was about to speak, the mountain god raised his hand and said with a smile: "Don't rush to make a decision."

"Let me first tell you about the power of the mountain god. The ritual method says that [mountains, forests, valleys, hills, anything that can produce clouds, wind and rain, and monsters are all gods]. As for the earthly veins, they don't actually obey the edicts of the Emperor of Heaven. In comparison, they are not subject to too many restrictions. Leaving their place will not have too much impact, except that they cannot use the power of the earth veins."

“And if you are in the mountains and rivers, you will naturally possess several kinds of great magical powers.”

"It can produce clouds and fog."

"For the wind and rain."

"You can use the earth veins to evolve the escape technique, come and go without a trace, and you can also gather the luck of incense, which is considered a strong magical power."

"At the same time, based on the incense and prayers, there is a certain ability to bless. For example, it can bring good luck to certain people, or make the blessed person study more efficiently."

"Of course, all of this is based on the normal operation of the earth veins. Mountain gods and land gods will naturally maintain the normal operation of the earth veins and the earth's energy, so they are called earth gods. However, these are not the reasons why I want you to be a mountain god."

The mountain god smiled and said, "I know you have great aspirations in your heart."

"You are still at the stage of refining the primordial essence. When the primordial essence is refined to the extreme and combined with the primordial energy, you can cultivate the [Innate Qi]. At that time, you can be called a Taoist priest. When the primordial essence and the primordial energy are combined, if you are in the earth veins, you can cultivate a magical power called the 'Earth Yuan Body Refining Heart Technique'."

"Each sect has its own secret methods, which can also be regarded as a secret of the earth."

The Tiger Mountain God took a glass of wine and drank it, saying, "For others, the status of a land god may be a destination they cannot obtain, but for you and me, it is just a place to rest temporarily. We will leave eventually. When the time comes, you will return this status to all living beings in this world."

When he spoke of this, his expression was calm. He drank the wine, put down the glass, and his eyes fell on the sword on the table.

The palm of the hand gently stroked the sword, and the sword whistled slightly.

Qi Wuhuo did not make a decision immediately. When he saw the sword, he asked, "Is the first swordsman of Tantai Country acquainted with the mountain god?"

The mountain god was silent for a long time, then said, "Yes, we have been friends for more than 300 years."

"I just didn't expect his descendants to do such a thing. If he were still alive, he would have killed him with a sword."

"You come with me."

He held the sword in his right hand, and raised the sword slightly upward. The blade of this sword was long and thin, and when it was raised, it made a clear sound of breaking through the air. It can be imagined that this sword must be extremely swift. The mountain god stood up, holding the sword and pacing, saying: "At that time, I swallowed Huangjing and opened my spiritual wisdom. I practiced in the mountains for a hundred years, and I already had the innate qi, and I also had the means to transform."

"He is a swordsman from a martial arts school in the human world, and he practices Taoism with the sword."

"We have traveled the world together, we have trampled on bandits in the mountains, and we have discussed Taoism with the old monk under the moon."

"I have been wielding a sword for thirty years, taking pleasure in revenge."

"Later, he fell in love with a woman at first sight and settled down in his hometown, while I returned to the mountains. We agreed to return to the place where we met every 20 years when spring comes and the rivers thaw. We would meet with wine, reminisce about the past, and talk about the future. The first and second times we met were still as happy as before."

"Twenty years later, when we meet again, he will be middle-aged, and his cultivation will have reached the level of Xiantian Yiqi, and he will be invincible in Hanoi."

"Swords are no longer needed."

"Twenty years later, his wife died."

"Ten years later, the next person who comes back is already an old man with gray hair."

The Tiger Mountain God drank: "He gave me the sword manual he created in exchange for me leaving my name on the jade book he prepared."

"I stood on the hill that day and watched him walk down the hill step by step. I have never seen him since then."

"As for now, it has been three hundred years."

“Time is really cruel.”

The mountain god stroked the sword and with a sweep of his sleeves, he crushed the body of the dead old Taoist priest to pieces. Then he came to the top of the mountain and inserted the sword into the highest point on the mountain. The sound of wind blowing across the blade seemed to make a low hum. The tall mountain god stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the river at the foot of the mountain. It was winter and a layer of floating ice appeared on the river. The mountain god raised his hand and the wine jug in his hand tilted slightly.

Strong liquor spilled on the sword, but its power was still as strong as ever.

"Your sword is with me, old friend, and your flagon is also with me."

"People of my generation travel the world with nothing more than a sword and a glass of wine."

"It's good to drink a pot of wine and look at the world."

The mountain god poured out the wine with a smile, then hung the wine jug on the hilt of the sword. He looked at the sword as if he saw a good friend who had shared life and death with him in his youth, as if he saw him for the last time when he was old and about to die. He suddenly smiled and waved his sleeves in a carefree manner.

The past, separation of life and death.

Not in my heart.

He turned and walked down the mountain, muttering to himself, "When the thousand-mile long river first freezes, the sound of jade pendants and jade pendants varies."

"Life is like water under ice."

"It flows eastward day and night without anyone noticing..."

"It is a good thing that you are buried here with me. When I pursue the great way and my life is about to end, where will I be buried?"

The mountain god and Qi Wuhuo walked down from the top of the highest mountain. The tall mountain god suddenly said:

"No doubt."

"How do you feel today?"

Qi Wuhuo thought for a while and replied, "See life and death."

The mountain god smiled carefreely and said, "That Tan Tai Xuan is about to die, so he refines the lifespan of living people to extend his own life. He has hundreds of lives in his hands, so he is naturally walking an evil path. But if you look into his true intentions, he is also seeking immortality and does not want to die. How is his intention different from yours and mine?"

"Any cultivator who does not change his original intention and does not want to harm others may die peacefully like my friend."

"Those who are driven by fear will fall into evil ways and die in disasters."

"Everything in the universe has its own laws of operation."

"It seems that he bumped into you today, and then died. Maybe he thought so too, and he hated his bad luck until he died. But in the fate of the universe, it may be that the great way of heaven and earth is using you and me to kill him."

"The universe is constant and in motion."

"One sip, one peck, who can tell?"

"You and I are people who seek immortality. One day we will have to get used to separation. Perhaps we will leave and die on our own."

"I'll give you a word."

The Tiger Mountain God slightly bowed his hands, wanting to speak but unable to, and finally just smiled and sighed -

"On the road to immortality."

"All the corpses."

"Daoyou... take care!"

…

When Qi Wuhuo was going down the mountain, the mountain god thought for a while and waved his hand again. Liu Feng took the black iron sword box. The Menghu mountain god raised his hand and pressed it lightly. Suddenly, an endless gale swept across the sword box. On the sword box, the light suddenly became brighter, and finally became very fierce, then returned to calm, and the unstoppable whistling had also stopped.

The mountain god turned the sword box over and handed it to him, saying, "You should have seen today that you don't have the method to protect the Dao."

"It's quite a disadvantage to meet an evil monk."

"Your spirit is so powerful that to some unorthodox people, it is no different from a natural elixir."

"Your Yuan Qi is not combined with Yuan Jing, so it cannot leave your body. However, your Yuan Shen cultivation is strong, so you can also control this object."

"I have erased the mark of Tan Tai Xuan's soul. You can go back and slowly refine the mark inside. It will take about three years, and then you will be able to operate as you wish."

"To protect the Dao."

The mountain god smiled and said, "This is not a favor or a transaction."

"Just like when you knew there was a problem with my technique, you went up the mountain overnight because of friendship. I saw that you had a strong soul but no method to protect yourself, so I also hoped to solve my friend's problem. This has nothing to do with cultivation, but friendship."

Qi Wuhuo cupped his hands and said, "In that case, thank you."

Because he had not yet tempered the magic weapon and did not have the innate Qi, he could not use his supernatural powers. Qi Wuhuo had no choice but to carry the sword box on his back and then go down the mountain step by step. Along the way, he met the night watchman again, but this time, the night watchman who was usually quite unceremonious was stunned, then gave way and did not speak for a long time.

Qi Wuhuo was startled. He heard the noisy sound before he even returned home.

From afar, I could see that the alley, which was originally so narrow that even a carriage could not enter, was now filled with silks and satins.

Men and women in luxurious clothes stood quietly in the dilapidated little house.

When you hear the sound, turn your head.

I saw a young man in blue shirt standing at the entrance of the alley with a black sword box on his back. When the wind blew past, the hem of his clothes looked faintly blood red and his brows were clear.

There was a commotion over there, and then a few people bowed their hands, and shouted in an uneven but loud voice:

"Master Qi is here!!"