When a younger generation pays a visit to an elder for the first time, the elder should give some gifts.

This is an unwritten tacit rule. Ordinary families would just give some rare gadgets that were not easy to see in the past, just to ask for good luck, to have fun, and to liven up the atmosphere. The practitioners in the Xuanmen sect would mostly give some Qi refining formulas and commonly used magic tools.

Emperor Zhuling specifically asked Yang Jian to come and serve tea, and there is no doubt that he had this idea in mind.

He knows his own business.

Although he had reached the limit of the emperor realm, what he could teach Yang Jian was only his magical powers and martial arts. As for his physical body, it was actually born and nurtured naturally. There was no other way to pass it on to Yang Jian.

He thought highly of and liked this boy.

In fact, it is not difficult for him to find ordinary imperial-level skills, or even skills that directly lead to the great level.

But if we want to practice, then naturally we should practice the highest and best.

From Zhu Ling's perspective, the Zhenwu Demon Emperor, whose fame has been rising in recent days, is undoubtedly the best choice, and Qi Wuhuo readily agreed. However, at this time, the young man Yang Jian said, "Junior would like to ask for a magic pill."

Emperor Zhu Ling paused.

Yang Jian cupped his hands, bowed deeply, and said: "My elder brother has taken care of me and my third sister since we were young. Now I have grown up, but my elder brother is suffering from illness every day. He is in great pain every day, so I want to ask you for an elixir, hoping to save my elder brother..."

Emperor Zhu Ling had anger in his eyes, but after hearing the reason, he could do nothing about it.

The Taoist asked gently, "Are you sure?"

Yang Jian said: "I know that your realm is very high. I think your skills must be extremely mysterious, with the ability to penetrate the sky and the sun. However, the skills can be found again, and the realm can be cultivated again. As a younger brother, this is the only one I have."

"I can't tell you, let me practice here and practice the technique."

"My eldest brother suffers every day."

"Even if there is a chance to find the elixir in the future, what if we can't find it?"

The young man bowed down, and the Taoist sighed and said, "What a good boy."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

"I have my own way to deal with your brother's problem. I was going to help heal him anyway, so you don't have to worry." He paused and said with a smile, "I was thinking of teaching you the technique now, but seeing you like this, I guess you don't have the heart to practice. Let's go."

"Heal your elder brother first."

So Yang Jian was overjoyed.

He trotted forward and took Qi Wuhuo to a side yard. The sun was warm and there was a reclining chair made by Yang Jian himself. A young man who looked a bit like Yang Jian and had a gentle look was sitting on the reclining chair, teasing his sister in his arms. Hearing the noise, he looked up and said in surprise: "Second brother, and Mr. Zhu, who is this..."

Qi Wuhuo looked at the reincarnation of the Lord of Justice.

Or rather, it cannot be said to be reincarnation——

The moves and methods used by the Lord of Justice at that time were too cruel.

The Lord of Justice and his soul were chopped into pieces. Even if he was protected and reincarnated by Taiyi Savior of Suffering, his soul was restrained and his past experiences were almost non-existent. Even after reincarnation, his flesh and blood were still affected.

The reincarnated Lord of Justice looked over and saw the Taoist smiling gently.

Standing between heaven and earth, yet seeming to be detached from it, feeling like a person in a painting, he said gently:

"Nothing else."

"Just an old friend I've never met."

The young man looked dazed for a moment, and his forehead felt a slight pain. When the wind blew, the trees swayed, and the sound was as fine as flowing water. In a trance, the gentle Taoist priest with extraordinary demeanor in front of him seemed to be just a boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, while he himself was wearing silver armor, holding a weapon, and looked very energetic.

The young Taoist's robe was stained with blood and he held a sword in one hand.

I feel very proud and high-spirited.

But the fallen leaves blocked my sight, and when I became confused again, the young Taoist in front of me was clearly a young Taoist with a wooden hairpin tied up his hair and a gentle temperament. His temperament did not have the sharpness and sharpness of the young Taoist, but was more calm like a still stream running deep.

The young man was startled, and suddenly sat up with an excited look, but it seemed that his breath was affected. He coughed violently, his face was pale, but his eyes were dark. Yang Jian's expression suddenly became nervous, and the Taoist swept his sleeves over him, calmed the young man's breath and mind, and let him lie down again.

But there were extremely strong and complex emotions in the young man's eyes.

The Taoist priest sat beside him and said gently, "No need to say anything, no need to speak, I know it all."

"I know a little bit about the art of medicine. Today I will heal your wounds..."

Qi Wuhuo stretched out his hand, pressed it on the young man's body, and his powerful spirit swept over him.

At this time, Laojun Kunpeng, who was guarding the place outside, bumped into a man who was running straight towards this side. With Laojun's realm, the maze he casually set up was not able to completely conceal the divine intention of this human being.

After changing the formation several times, that guy still kept rushing towards here.

This is the human world.

Secondly, they came down to the mortal world together with the Zhenwu Demon Emperor Qi Wuhuo in compliance with the order of the Supreme God Emperor Taiyi. It is not appropriate for them to use more divine power and methods, let alone kill people without reason.

As a last resort, Kunpeng Laojun had to show up.

"You Taoist, stop immediately!"

But the man didn't stop and kept walking forward.

Kunpeng said: "You Taoist, stop!"

He blocked the man in front of him, and the man moved to the left. When he blocked the right side, he moved to the left again. Kunpeng, who could not use too many magical powers, was annoyed, and finally blocked the front. He saw that the Taoist looked to be only thirty or forty years old, dressed in black, with a free and easy look, thick black eyebrows, and a pair of black eyes that rolled around like glass, which made him look lively at first glance.

Kunpeng stopped him and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am an ordinary Taoist who lives in a hut in the mountains. My name is just a code name."

"But if you really want to call me, you can call me that."

The Taoist paused, then spoke in a rhythmic and confident voice:

"Your father!"

Kunpeng: “???”

…

Qi Wuhuo had a rough idea of ​​Brother Yang Jian's injuries. After a brief investigation, he found out the crux of the problem. It was not the decay of flesh and blood, but the crack in the soul, which caused the flesh and blood to be out of sync with the soul. To deal with it, it is both difficult and simple.

The Taoist wrote an imperial edict.

Soon the god of the underworld appeared holding a gourd. The gourd contained the specialties of the underworld, water from the deepest source of the Yellow Spring. As long as it had not been seasoned by Meng Po, it would not have the ability to forget the past and could restore the soul.

On that day, the Dragon Emperor used this item to restore some of his spirit.

When the Dragon Emperor was at his peak, it was also at a great level. If it had an effect on the Dragon Emperor, it would naturally be the same for the reincarnation of the Lord of Justice. It was just that he was reincarnated in flesh and blood now, and had not even practiced the martial arts that were popular in the human world. He needed to drink it in several batches.

Yang Jian watched his elder brother drink the [medicine soup] and soon fell into a deep sleep.

But his breathing gradually stabilized, and his expression also relaxed, unlike before when he was frowning and looked faintly in pain even when he was asleep. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and bowed again to thank him. The Taoist asked with a smile: "In that case, can you tell me about it?"

"Don't make excuses anymore. Saving your brother was a decision I made before I came here."

"What do you want to achieve through your practice now?"

Yang Jian looked at his elder brother who was sleeping and finally had a good dream. He recalled what Emperor Zhuling said, that his elder brother was beheaded and died in his previous life.

He also recalled the Great Lord of Justice who had been beheaded. The scenery on the road of cultivation had not yet been seen, but the magnificent and treacherous side had already been revealed in front of him. It was like standing on the top of a mountain before a heavy rain or snow, watching the dark sea of ​​clouds rolling in front of him. He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know whether taking a step forward would lead him to the future or fall off a cliff.

He clenched his fists and replied softly: "I want..."

"The method to become an immortal by making one invulnerable to swords and spears, indestructible, and with an indestructible body."

He paused and whispered:

"The kind of skill that won't lead to decapitation."

Emperor Zhu Ling looked at this stubborn and useless boy.

I almost slapped him.

Just this reason?!

If I had known earlier that I would not have brought him to the Heaven, and if I had not seen the scene of the judicial being beheaded, I would not have made such a choice. The lineage of the Three Pure Ones did not become famous for their physical practice, but for their Qi, elixirs, instruments, talismans, and methods.

But he never expected that the Taoist would smile and say, "That's right."

"I have a technique that can satisfy your needs."

"Now that you worship me and have the aptitude to practice this path, I will tell you this method."

"With the alchemy method as the inner, the practice of Qi as the upper, the Nine-Nine Refining Yuan, it is my own creation, but... I have to go take a look outside first."

He reached out and patted the young Yang Jian on the shoulder, motioning him to go outside.

The arguing voices outside had already become louder. One of the voices was that of Lord Kunpeng, and the other voice was very familiar to both Qi Wuhuo and Zhu Ling. Even the usually arrogant and domineering Lord of the Heavenly Fire Department, Emperor Zhu Ling, had his eyes twitching.

The Taoist pushed open the door, walked out, and saw Laojun arguing with a Taoist who was about 30 or 40 years old.

But Laojun was at a disadvantage.

However, the Taoist seemed to have angered Laojun, who had been in the heaven for several calamities, with his words, or maybe he couldn't win the argument, and Laojun felt very uncomfortable, so he simply swung his fist and hit the Taoist's eyes, which made the latter laugh: "You can't win the argument, old man?"

"What's the hurry?"

Kunpeng: "...You were the first one here, speaking nonsense!"

The Taoist in black smiled and said, "But who told you to set up the maze here?!"

Kunpeng was slightly surprised.

It was not a maze, but just a question: "Can you see through my tactics?"

The Taoist in black robe said lazily: "No, old man, you have great skills, I can't see through it, but unfortunately, although your realm is high, you don't understand the world as well as I do. I can feel that the world is not coordinated enough, not natural enough, and I know I am wrong."

Kunpeng was more and more surprised.

The black-robed Taoist immediately said, "Anyway, what are you doing blocking the road here?"

"You came out after just one try. It doesn't look like a good thing."

Kunpeng paused for a moment, then waved his sleeves and scolded:

"There is no need to tell a little mortal like you about my affairs."

The black-robed Taoist said lazily, "Oh? It seems that this is not a good thing."

"Let me tell you, there is a great senior here. He is Master Yin, one of the two great founders of the current Taoist school Louguan Dao. He is the one who can go to Tianque to listen to Laozi's teachings. If you don't leave now, you will not be a match for Master Yin when he comes out later!"

As he spoke, he shouted, "Uncle Master, Uncle Master!"

"Come out quickly! If you don't come out, your weak and old nephew will be killed!"

"Uncle Master, Uncle Master!"

Emperor Zhu Ling raised his hand to cover his forehead, his forehead twitching, and spoke word by word:

"Zhuang Zhou, give me——"

"Shut! Your mouth!"

"Hahaha, uncle, you are here?"

The Taoist in black robe turned around and laughed, then he saw the young Taoist who looked to be in his early twenties. The carefree and open-minded expression on his face froze. He looked at the Taoist in disbelief, his face with a complicated and moving expression, and finally the corners of his mouth grinned.

The person in front of him seemed to be the old master, but he knew that his master back then belonged to that era, that unique era formed by the convergence of destiny. When the master left, he was no longer the old master sitting in front of the nine steles.

But he was also happy to be able to meet again. He bowed deeply, and his expression changed from carefree to gentle and solemn:

"You're back..."

He laughed: "You are much younger than before."

Qi Wuhuo looked at Zhuang Zhou, who was in his thirties or forties, and said, "You look older than I do."

Zhuang Zhou smiled and said, "Old? I don't think so."

"Zhou feels that my state of mind is no different from when I first met you."

"My heart remains the same as always, how can you say I am old?"

He took two steps forward.

Then he quickly rushed behind Qi Wuhuo and Zhu Ling, popped his head out, and pointed his finger at the dumbfounded Laojun over there, and whispered, "Old man, and uncle-master, this guy has blocked the place where you are. It's obvious that he has bad intentions."

Then he shouted at the old man over there: "Uncle blocking the door, please don't bully a young man like me."

"Here, these two are very powerful."

"Try it with these two!"

"Come on you!"

However, Emperor Zhu Ling grabbed him by the collar and threw him aside, saying, "... Why are you looking for me?"

Zhuang Zhou said, "Master said that you have been out for a long time. This year he will accept disciples and pass on the Dharma. If you don't go back, he will come out with a sword in hand to kill you."

Emperor Zhu Ling rubbed his brows and glanced at the Laojun without saying much. The Laojun just bowed slightly and explained with a smile that he actually came here with Qi Wuhuo. Zhu Ling nodded reluctantly and invited them in. After that, Emperor Zhu Ling said that he wanted to think about the answer.

In the following days, Qi Wuhuo taught the young man his own skills in this place. Firstly, it was because of Emperor Zhuling, secondly, it was because the young Taoist was born with a good aptitude and understanding, and the Taoist also admired his character, and thirdly, Fuxi valued him.

The third reason can be summed up by just two words: Fuxi.

Laojun had been guarding the door outside before, but now he walked in openly and dignifiedly. However, for some reason, Laojun was very interested in Zhuang Zhou. He stared at him all the time and talked to him about philosophy all the time. Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed.

Brother Yang Jian's injuries have gradually healed.

With the nourishment of the Yellow Spring water, the injuries to his soul have gradually recovered, and his body is no longer in so much pain. In the past few days, he has been able to walk around and practice the basic techniques. One day, all his injuries will gradually recover.

Yang Jian sat cross-legged on the cushion, his breathing gradually becoming long and slow. After taking the elixir, his Qi was gradually tending towards that of the Taoist lineage.

Qi Wuhuo watched the young Yang Jian learn the basics of martial arts.

He sensed the aura of Emperor Zhu Ling on one side and said, "Daoyou."

Emperor Zhu Ling looked at Yang Jian and said, "Thank you very much, Qi Wuhuo."

Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said, "That's not necessary."

He said gently: "Jian'er is a good child, with a very high aptitude and understanding. He is one of the best I have ever seen. If he has strong perseverance, he will have a bright future."

Emperor Zhu Ling sighed and said, "Yes."

"I used to think that the lifespans of human beings were short, and that a single moment of indifference was their entire life. But now I feel that, although their lifespans are short, they are all like blazing fire, brilliant and dazzling... Master, Yang Jian."

“Will you surpass me in the future?”

The Taoist looked at the great god in heaven on one side, his eyes lowered, looking at the young man who was meditating quietly there, with black hair and ponytail hanging down his shoulders, his expression firm, thought for a moment, and replied: "If his heart does not fall, if he is still tenacious and unparalleled, he may be able to become a great product."

He can't guarantee that.

It’s just like the three Taoist ancestors back then couldn’t guarantee that their disciples would be of high caliber.

Emperor Zhu Ling smiled and said, "I will wait for that day. Thank you, fellow Taoist. As for the answer..."

"Zhenwu, do you know why the Southern Pole Changsheng Great Emperor and the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Leisheng Puhua Tianzun have been looking for me so often during this period of time?"

"Because of fellow Taoist's fighting power?"

Emperor Zhu Ling laughed: "Hahahaha, combat power? No no no, that's not the case."

He seemed to sigh, and said, "You should have known that the peak True Lords of Tianshu Academy can break through their realms and ascend to the Emperor Realm by swallowing forbidden things like the Blood Sea Pill. Although that is equivalent to cutting off one's own path, and after a period of time, their foundations will inevitably be shattered, and they will die within a thousand years."

"But there is a way to get this level of combat power. With the power of the Great Emperor of Longevity in the South Pole, those who died in battle can also be reincarnated. Under special circumstances, he can bring out a team of generals with the strength of an emperor. At that time, even if I can beat three or five of them, it won't make much sense..."

"The true value lies in being one of the best among all the immortals and gods in the heavenly realm."

"It's in the Fire Department!"

"It's because of the countless warriors and inheritance under the Fire Department, and the power of the Fire Department in the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. It is precisely because of this that the Southern Pole Changsheng Emperor is so persistent..."

Qi Wuhuo recalled what the Jade Emperor had said before about the gods and immortals from various departments and that it would be best to draw them from the Fighting Department, Thunder Department, and Fire Department. Both their foundation and methods were incomparable to ordinary people.

Emperor Zhuling suddenly smiled.

He stretched out his right hand, and suddenly a blazing fire appeared in the void, spreading out layer by layer of flames.

The flame was majestic and boundless, and eventually turned into a seal.

The once extremely proud god said calmly: "Now."

"The status of the Lord of the Fire Department."

"It's yours."