Qi Wuhuo looked up at the [Tongdao Pavilion] and nodded.

The old man patted his shoulder gently, and a flowing breath covered him, concealing his body shape and breath.

The heaven and earth hide, and all living things hide.

Then the three souls were gathered in the Mud Palace, and the essence and energy returned to the chaos.

Even the gods in heaven with clairvoyance could not possibly spot his trace; even the listening beasts in the underworld could not hear any sound from him.

The old man handed the whisk in his hand to Qi Wuhuo and said with a smile: "I will not go in."

Qi Wuhuo bowed and walked quietly into the [Tongdao Temple]. There were many people coming and going, but no one noticed him. Qi Wuhuo saw a Taoist sitting on a three-foot high platform under the pines and cypresses, with a ten-strong crane cover on his head, a long and mysterious aura, and a jade ruyi in his hand, telling many mysterious and wonderful methods.

Qi Wuhuo thought about it and did not show up to ask immediately.

He placed his hands in front of him, with his right hand supporting his left hand, as if he was meditating. The whisk was resting on the crook of his arm. He stood quietly beside the crowd, listening to his senior brother talk about Taoism, which was indeed mysterious and profound.

The method of refining primordial essence and innate qi is explained extremely clearly.

But Qi Wuhuo seemed to be able to feel vaguely that what the Taoist said was probably his own creation based on some of the formulas taught by the old man. In comparison, it was far less profound and subtle than what the old man taught. The Taoist explained the Taoism and answered the questions of many disciples before leaving.

Many disciples stood up at the same time, bowed and saluted, calling out to the teacher to see them off.

Qi Wuhuo thought about it and followed him.

Looking back, I saw that many of these disciples were young and handsome, and some were dressed in luxurious clothes. They all looked like outstanding people.

And my senior brother's footsteps were also very brisk.

The Taoist walked back to the quiet room. He did not enjoy any luxury, but remained simple, just making tea for himself.

The Taoist lowered his eyes and let out a breath, listening to the endless calls of teacher from outside, a slight smile still appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly he murmured in a low voice:

"The Purple Palace Immortal recites scriptures at night, and the pine wind blows through his seat like playing the zither."

"Tomorrow I will go to Qingcheng again, and point to Penglai as my guest star."

Suddenly, a soft voice was heard: "Brother, you are in a good mood."

The Taoist was shocked. With his realm, he was actually bullied to such a distance. He was inevitably upset, but after all, he was experienced, so he remained calm and said with a smile: "Who are you, Taoist friend? Are you looking for me?"

Qi Wuhuo dispersed his spell.

So the owner of Tongdao Pavilion was ready to strike as soon as he sensed any change in the energy. But suddenly he saw ripples in the space seven steps in front of him, and a young Taoist priest walked out naturally.

She was wearing a blue Shuiyun robe, had black hair with a wooden hairpin, and a five-colored silk sash around her waist, but no jade pendant.

Only a green branch was inserted diagonally on one side.

He holds a whisk in his right hand, looking handsome and natural.

Just like a high-ranking disciple of the Xuanmen sect, he is like an immortal guest in the mortal world.

The Taoist who opened the passage hall's expression changed slightly and he stood up.

"Who are you?!!"

Qi Wuhuo looked at the Taoist in front of him and saw that he was still simple, wearing only ordinary Taoist robes and wooden hairpins. He did not have any luxurious enjoyments, but his temperament was profound and his eyes were bright. So he bowed slightly and said:

"Junior Brother Xuanwei, nice to meet you, Senior Brother."

"Xuanwei..."

The Taoist subconsciously turned around to look for him, but he could not find the old man. He subconsciously asked:

"Where's the teacher?"

Qi Wuhuo was quiet for a moment, and then he answered according to the teacher's instructions: "I am the only one here today."

The Taoist was obviously relieved and smiled:

"I didn't know that you were coming, and you didn't tell me in advance. I haven't been able to prepare to entertain you properly."

"Come, sit down and have a cup of tea."

He took out the tea. Qi Wuhuo recognized that although it was not one of the most expensive teas, it was not an ordinary tea either. It should be the kind that only grows on the cliffs of mountains and rivers. Even the water for brewing the tea seemed to be melted from glaciers in extremely cold places. He looked at the Taoist in front of him, without much greeting, and just said: "The teacher wants you to return to the sect to practice, is that okay?"

The Taoist said: "Return to the sect? What do you want to do?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "I travel everywhere, seek teachers and friends, and cultivate my nature and life."

The Taoist was silent, and subconsciously looked out the window, where he could see a full canopy of trees and evergreen pines and cypresses.

Although he does not like luxury, many of his disciples are respectful and respectful to him, and the people he comes and goes with are all dignitaries; the ones he chats and drinks with are also the most beautiful women in the world. Although he does not interfere in the affairs of the world, the changes in the world are all related to me. One move or another can change the situation in a country. The emperor of the human race practices the way of destiny, and I am the one who supports the Dragon Court.

A single move in this world can set off countless flows.

I am not lustful, but I can choose any beauties in the world; I am not greedy for money, but if I want it, I will bow my head and accept it.

When I thought of this place, a sense of pride suddenly rose from the deepest part of my heart.

But after leaving, I'm afraid I'll have to travel around and won't be able to do this anymore.

He looked around the teacup with his hand, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then smiled and said:

"Perhaps, I can only disobey the teacher's orders."

Qi Wuhuo asked: "Why?"

The Taoist replied, "I once had a great ambition to save all the disciples in the world, but now I have just started. The current emperor is also very brave. With my assistance, I can accomplish great things and eliminate the evil countries in all directions. I can also recruit many disciples to join my Taoist school and pass on my teachings. Now it is not yet completed, so I cannot leave with my teacher."

Qi Wuhuo looked at the Taoist deeply, did not accept his request to stay, and stood up to say goodbye.

"If that's the case, then the teacher gave the Taoist name and the jade slip to you, brother."

"Please give it back."

The Taoist was silent for a moment, then reached into his sleeve and took out the jade slip. He never left the jade slip.

He stroked the jade slip with his fingers, and finally handed it to Qi Wuhuo.

There was regret in his heart, but also a feeling of relief, and even some slight distracting thoughts. He thought that anyway, the skills had been passed on to him, and he had walked his own path. This jade slip, without the record of the fate from that year, didn't seem to be too important. Now that his cultivation level was comparable to that of a land immortal in the mortal world, he also had the foundation to be free and at ease.

People, after all, still have to make their own choices.

He finished his tea, his heart remained unchanged, he stood up and said with a smile: "Junior brother, I will take you there..."

Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said, "No need to trouble you, fellow Taoist."

The Taoist priest, who once had the Taoist name Yuyang, had a complicated expression and sighed, watching the young man push open the door. The sunlight poured into the room, causing some dust to rise and fall, but it seemed to emit a golden glow under the sunlight. When Qi Wuhuo walked out, some of the registered disciples looked at him in surprise, and the young man just nodded politely and greeted them, then walked out step by step in his Taoist shoes.

Curiously, he asked the Taoist priest who stood up with gray hair on his temples, "Teacher, who is this young Taoist priest?"

The Taoist who had lost his Taoist name Yuyang Zhenren looked at the young man walking in the light and shadow, wearing a blue water cloud suit, with a sword case on his back and a straight back. He recalled his appearance when he first entered the Taoism, with a complicated look and a few sighs. Suddenly, he seemed to be relieved, smiled, shook his head, turned around, and said calmly: "An old friend."

"That's all..."

…

When Qi Wuhuo walked outside, he saw the old man looking up at the falling leaves, as if he was concentrating very hard.

For some reason, he felt a little angry and sad. He took out the jade token in his hand and asked, "Teacher, what are you doing?"

The old man did not look back, but raised his hand and pointed at the evergreen tree. There was a leaf moving slightly in the wind, as if it was about to fall, but it seemed to be still there, half dead and half green, quite mysterious. He smiled and said, "Master, I just want to see whether this leaf will fall or not. When will it fall and wither?"

Then he added: "It seems that he didn't follow you out. Has he made his choice?"

Qi Wuhuo nodded.

The old man turned around and looked at the jade slip. It was made of the same material as the one Qi Wuhuo had. There was a jade sun on the front and the Taoist's name and surname on the back. The old man looked at Qi Wuhuo and said, "Go get your sword and smash this jade slip."

Qi Wuhuo had not yet reached the realm of innate Qi, he just took out the sword from the sword box and followed the old man's instructions.

A sword was swung down, and the blade hit the jade slip, causing it to shatter.

The old man took out a candied haws and handed it to him, smiling and saying, "Good boy, this is for you."

The blue-shirted boy said, "I am no longer a child. Teacher, you don't have to treat me like this."

The old man smiled and said, "Would you like to eat?"

“…food.”

Qi Wuhuo carried the sword case on his back, put away the sword, and then took the candied haws.

He carefully licked the syrup-like tissue paper on top, then slowly ate it and asked:

"Teacher, is it enough to smash the jade slip?"

The old man said gently: "Yes, that's enough."

"Don't take anything away, don't take away his cultivation and achievements."

"His foundation is still there, his practice is still there, but I just don't have the chance to do it."

Qi Wuhuo still didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. While he was deep in thought, the jade slip thrown on the roadside behind him suddenly shattered and turned into light dust, disappearing.

From the evergreen tree, a green leaf will eventually fall.

The old man laughed and sighed:

"However, since then, he has [never been] my disciple."