Huishan Purple Robe and Wudang Sword Maniac had blocked Wang Xianzhi's path one after another. The two battles had caused great waves in Jianghu. Outside the gorge, the section of Guangling River where the Iron Lock Sinks River was located was still as calm as ever. However, there was an endless stream of Wulin people who came to see the "remains". Not only was there the coffin created by the Wulin Alliance Master Xuanyuan Qingfeng, but there was also Old Monster Wang's Moving Mountain. Groups of Jianghu people came and went. Most of them regretted not being able to see Wang Xiaoping's Earth Fairy sword before her death, as well as that graceful figure in Huishan Purple Robe. No one knew that somewhere in the lower reaches of Guangling River, a nameless old Taoist from Longhu Mountain had been waiting for a long time. Although he only had the appearance of a middle-aged man, there was always an indescribable sense of lethargy. Taoist Zhao squatted by the riverside and reached out to scoop up a handful of water. He was somewhat emotional. Four hundred years ago, Gao Shulu had once said that she could suck up all the water in Guangling in one gulp. It was originally a metaphor to smoothly comprehend all methods in one go. Now, it had long changed beyond recognition. It was only used to mock someone once and for all. In four hundred years, words of praise had become words of derision. The Taoist who had long since abandoned his real name looked at the blurry face in the water and gently blew a breath. The turbid river water in his palm rippled slightly. After a moment, it was as clear and stable as a mirror, reflecting a touch of purple.
A person's life was but a hundred years. Things remained the same but people changed.
The old man who only existed in the genealogy of Emperor Zhao sighed. He threw up the water mirror in his hand and bent two fingers. From the mirror, he pinched the corner of the purple robe. As the Taoist made this move, a woman slowly floated up from the surface of the Guangling River. This was undoubtedly the extremely obscure and profound move of the Finger Mystery Realm, "Fishing the Moon in the Water". The woman was no longer curled up like a fetus. She sat cross-legged in the river, but her eyes were still closed. During this period of time, she was like a stone cow sinking into the river. Not only did she not retreat downstream due to the impact of the river, but she also moved upstream towards the mouth of the gorge. However, as a new Qi lingered around her body, she began to flow down with the water. In the end, she was fished out by the old Taoist who had been lonely for a hundred years.
In the past hundred years, the old Taoist did not have a good reputation. What he did was also like a grass snake. He hid in silence and was very meticulous. This was where the Dao of Solitary Seclusion lay. The evil dragon was raised in the Earth Lung Mountain to absorb the fate of the Zhao family in the Dragon Tiger Mountain and nourish the dragon's main family in the Great Peace City. The old locust tree was transplanted in the Lower Mawei Post House to suppress the evil spirits of the Xu family and his son. He made a bet with the old fellow from the Taoist Master's Mansion, Zhao Xuansu, to trade a seal for a seal. However, he, Zhao Huangchao, lived in seclusion in the Dragon Tiger Mountain adjacent to Mount Hui. He befriended the father and son, Xuanyuan Dandan and Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who were polar opposites. It seemed to be a coincidence, but was there no secret? However, this kind of behavior never interfered with his great undertaking of a hundred years. It was like a kind of leisure and elegant decoration, like a hermit who planted a plum tree in the courtyard. It was good that the flower bloomed, but it did not matter if it did not.
Zhao Huangchao looked at the young woman who slowly stood up on the water. As she grew older, she became more and more similar. However, for some reason, some of the similarities became thinner. It was no wonder that Liu Songtao had chosen the latter instead of her at the last moment. Xuanyuan Qingfeng opened his eyes. He was wary of this Taoist whose depth he could not see. Zhao Huangchao smiled and said, "You don't have to be like this. There are many legacies left for you on the Great Snow Plateau. For example, the 'wedding dress' that Xuanyuan Dandan did not have time to enjoy, and the 'Pill of Reassurance' that your father left for you to control your servants. They were all made by me."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was skeptical. He sneered and said, "Oh? So you are the benefactor of the Great Snow Plateau, aren't you? You want me, as a junior, to repay the debt of my ancestors? "
Zhao Huangchao smiled and shook his head. Not only was she not like her, she was simply not like her at all. Back then, that woman viewed the affairs of the world as either black or white. How could she be so calculative? That's right. If she was still that ignorant woman back then, how could she force herself to become a boneless person? She would also not be able to become the clever Huishan Clan Master and the vicious and merciless Wulin Alliance Chief.
Zhao Huangchao raised his hand as if he wanted to brush away the morning fog on the river. His tone was cold. He said, "I was on good terms with the two generations of Mount Hui in the past because I thought highly of Xuanyuan Dandan's ambition and Xuanyuan Jingcheng's sincerity. However, they did not succeed. My unnecessary efforts were wasted. I have no complaints."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked, "Then why are you looking for me?"
Zhao Huangchao smiled and asked, "Xuanyuan Qingfeng, do you want to reconstruct your muscles and bones to build a real Bodhisattva Golden Body and then cross over to Celestial Phenomenon? You should know that Wang Xianzhi gave up Martial Emperor City. It seemed that she did not leave any of her disciples behind, but in fact, she left a backup plan in Jianghu. If you want to be a true leader of Jianghu and not a leader of Wulin in name only, it is very difficult to avoid me. If you think I am a frog at the bottom of a well and talk too big, then let me put it another way. I can help you walk faster on the path of martial arts and avoid many detours. "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng did not even try to hide her disdain.
Zhao Huangchao had cultivated his body and Qi for two or even three lifetimes as long as an ordinary person. Naturally, he would not get angry because of this. He said calmly, "Just now I thought of half a sentence, which is to let people fight for their dignity. Xuanyuan Qingfeng, since you have reached Celestial Phenomenon, do you have any comprehension? "
Although Xuanyuan Qingfeng did not trust this pretentious Daoist, she did not have the slightest intention of looking down on him. After a moment of hesitation, she shook her sleeves and sat down on the ground. Almost at the same time, Zhao Huangchao also sat down on the ground. The two looked at each other as equals. Xuanyuan Qingfeng said in a deep voice, "Let's fight for our dignity. First, we have to fight for our own destiny. What we nurture is Qi Dynamic. Then, we have to fight for the destiny of the world to achieve momentum. Everything is in a gradual process. Then, at a certain time and place, we will succeed in one step, like a carp swimming thousands of miles, and finally leaping over the dragon gate. "
Zhao Huangchao nodded with a look of admiration. "Destiny, Qi Dynamic, Luck, and momentum are all within the scope of one's Qi. Below Earth Immortals, or to be precise, below Celestials, no one is exempt from this. Xuanyuan Qingfeng, although you are walking on the path of martial arts in the eyes of the three sects, you have already reached a higher level. "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng sneered and said, "Daoist, you came to find me today to talk about principles? Our meeting is not a Buddhist debate that happens once every ten years on the Evil Slaying Platform. "
Zhao Huangchao was still calm and did not pretend to be an expert. He folded his hands on his knees and said with a smile, "How about we make a deal?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng lowered his head and bent his waist. He put his hand into the water and rolled up his sleeve with his other hand, revealing a transparent wrist with blood and blue veins, but no bones. Zhao Huangchao laughed loudly and said, "It's fine if you don't do it. When you understand, and if this Daoist is still alive at that time, it will still be effective. Just come to Mount Longhu and call me. This Daoist's original name is Zhao Huangchao."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng nodded and remained silent.
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