Verse 35 is another gust of wind blowing, and the clouds are blurred, and they are scattered or clustered, and they are endless, and sometimes they come together in groups, and they come out and flutter in waves. The lush green pines on the cliff are faintly exposed, like a fairy dream.

The wind passed still, and these white clouds slowly quieted down again, like hazy, clean and mysterious snow lotus flowers blooming in the valley.

After a long time, Wu Ming recovered from the shock, and only heard the wine Taoist priest say lightly: "Lord Wu, what have you gained from watching it for so long?" ”

Wu Ming's face turned red, "National teacher, this kind of scenery should only be available in the sky." It's just that the kid is stupid and can't understand the mystery. ”

The wine Taoist sighed slightly disappointed, and then said: "It's no wonder, I think I've spent my whole life and haven't discovered the secret in it, and I have forced it on you in turn, it seems that I am still obsessed." ”

Wu Ming was stunned, but still bowed and said, "I disappointed the national teacher." The wine priest waved his hand, and then said: "Presumably, Lord Wu must have many questions in his heart, and he wants to ask me, first of all, the biggest question is probably why he promised Nanban independence, right?" ”

Wu Ming expected that the other party would be so straightforward, he raised his head, and saw that the other party's eyes were full of aggressiveness, and he wanted not to admit it, but his mouth was still involuntary, and he replied: "Yes, please also ask the national teacher to teach me." ”

"Bad fate!" The priest sighed, and then said: "This matter, I'm afraid it goes back to decades ago, when the little girl kneeling in the ice and snow began to talk about ......" (Note: Please read the outer part of this chapter: The past is like a dream) He shook out all the things that Li Mopa had passed up the mountain.

Wu Ming's heart suddenly turned upside down, he only knew the inexplicable relationship between Li Mopa and the wine Taoist, but he didn't expect that there were so many conspiracies and struggles in it, he thought about it, glanced at the wine master, and whispered: "So, Li Mopa should be called Pa Moli." He suddenly remembered that at the time of the snow ginseng dispute, the dry monk called him "Lord Pashi", but at that time he thought that the other party was just a slip of the tongue, but now that he thinks about it, it turns out to be this truth.

The wine Taoist priest seemed to tell a story that didn't matter to the past, he was still graceful and elegant, and he smiled slightly: "Yes, Mo Mo has never denied his identity later." However, this is not the most fundamental reason for my acquiescence to the independence of the Nanban. ”

Wu Ming's heart flipped over, he looked at the other party with some doubts, and the wine Taoist said with a faint smile: "The grandmaster is all over the world, and he has already broken away from the realm of heaven and earth, and he looks infinitely beautiful. In fact, there is also a time limit for life, and it is difficult to escape the cycle of heaven and earth. Generally speaking, the limit of a grandmaster's lifespan is four to five jiazi. No grandmaster has ever broken through the number of five Jiazi. For example, Deadwood is the oldest of the four great grandmasters, and if I remember correctly, he should be a full two hundred and fifty years old this year. ”

Wu Ming was secretly speechless. Two hundred and fifty years old, this is a number on earth that is unimaginable. Now that I hear it, I still feel like I'm in a dream. He opened his mouth, and the wine priest smiled slightly as if he knew the question in his heart: "If I have another year, I will spend two hundred years in vain." With that, he looked into the distance and sighed deeply.

These words were like a thunderbolt, which shocked Wu Ming and said, "This, this ......" If the wine Taoist is nearly two hundred years old, then, according to normal reasoning, he is not far from the limit. If he fell, for the Eastern Han Dynasty, it would be tantamount to the fall of an Optimus Pillar.

He thought for a while, and then said: "I don't know, Beimeng's ...... now" He thought about it, and really couldn't find any words to describe the lifespan of these people, saying that Gao Shou was simply an insult to this group of perverts, and he didn't dare to say that he didn't dare to say that Demon Shou was standing in front of him. It is enough to slander this in my heart, but it is clear that it cannot be declared.

The wine priest understood the meaning of his words, but said lightly: "That person is now in his youth, and he has just turned 100 years old. After I'm gone, only Momo is the only one who can fight with him. ”

If Wu Ming hadn't been worried about the current situation, I'm afraid he would have laughed out loud, this is just over 100 years old, and he is still in his youth, so it doesn't sound like a taste. He instantly understood what the wine priest meant, needless to say, the dead wood was already struggling to breathe. Once the wine Taoist falls, then the only person in the whole world who can resist the Northern Mengtian Killing is Pamori.

He muttered: "I see, the predecessors did not interfere with the independence of the Southern Barbarians, I'm afraid they have reached an agreement with the Southern Barbarian National Division, right?" It's just that, why don't you take advantage of the moment to find the heavenly killer and fight it two against one, winning or losing? ”

The wine Taoist smiled bitterly and said, "Lord Wu, you think very easily, that grandmaster is not the world, once he reaches the grandmaster, he can hang in the air, and the true qi is endless." If you really want to run, no one can intercept it, this is the most basic reason why a country taboos a grandmaster. ”

Wu Ming suddenly understood, he also knew this, when a martial artist reached the grandmaster, he could not rely on the army to deal with it. Unless the other party is determined to die. Otherwise, no matter how many people there are, they can only look forward to the admiration of others. This is also the reason why a grandmaster can exist as a deterrent. Just imagine, if there is such a terrifying killing machine that wants to assassinate the emperor of this country all day long, or to sabotage it every once in a while, it is estimated that no one can bear it.

The wine Taoist slowed down, and then continued: "What's more, Heavenly Kill should be the strongest of the four great grandmasters at the moment, if you really want to face him, if Mo Mo and I fight alone, we can only avoid it, and the same is true for the deadwood monk." ”

Wu Ming shouted, "Why? Aren't you all grandmasters? ”

"Because he is a two-attribute, two-attribute, gold and water. The combat power is so strong that it is suffocating. ”

After saying this, the wine priest was silent. Wu Ming heard it now, his heart was also heavy, the other party's combat power, I am afraid that the two of them have already experienced it personally, five years ago, Beimeng Heaven killed the wine Taoist in Dongyin Mountain, and the wine Taoist returned and was injured. It seems that up to now, it still has a great influence on this grandmaster. Later, Pamoli made trouble in Beimeng, and the other party caught and hid for three days, and he could only do guerrilla, but it turned out to be like this. After a while, he still couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that the entire Cangsong Pavilion is so big, no one has any hope of being promoted to Grandmaster in recent years?" ”

The wine Taoist turned his head, glanced at Wu Ming, and said, "You come with me." After speaking, he walked to a pillar of the octagonal pavilion, turned his palm, and made a strange gesture, only to see that the jade light on his hand was shining, and it was very good-looking, and then he drank lightly, and with his soft drink, the five fingers of his right hand flicked frequently, and he was dazzled for a while. In the middle of this pavilion, there was a "rolling" sound, and a tunnel suddenly appeared below, and it was dark and did not know where it led.

He glanced at Wu Ming, didn't say much, and took the first time to lift his robe, and the person was like a wisp of light smoke, gently retracting into the tunnel entrance. Although Wu Ming was puzzled, he didn't dare to ask more, and jumped down after him. It was cold and dark inside, and with the ability of Wu Ming's eighth-stage master, he was still trembling. He hurriedly raised his true breath and formed a small defensive shield, which was able to withstand the biting cold.

At this time, the wine Taoist had already walked far, he hurriedly calmed down, and when he mentioned his true qi, he was like light smoke, and ran down the stairs. Fortunately, the staircase was not very long, and he only trotted for a short time, and a glimmer of light appeared in front of him. When he got closer, he saw the priest standing upright at a torch, as if waiting for him.

The torch seemed to be a little long, and the soot had already smoked a black shadow of the boss on the stone wall, and the fire was suddenly dancing. It's even more terrifying. The wine priest didn't care, but what he was staring at was a stone basin under the torch, saying that it was a stone basin, which should be a pit naturally formed by stones. There are still traces of watermarks on it. After Wu Ming had adapted to the surrounding environment, the wine Taoist priest pointed to the stone basin and said, "The masters of the Cangsong Pavilion in the past generations must be a generation of grandmasters. This dry stone spirit pot is proof of this. ”

"Stone Spirit?"

Wu Ming shouted loudly, this thing is also recorded in Ding Shou's "Journey to a Foreign Land". It's blowing in the dark. It is said that as long as a drop has the effect of "raising up the dead, flesh and bones". Martial artists can even speed up the pace of cultivation. Wu Ming saw it at the time, and he just smiled, always feeling that this thing was too mysterious. That's such a cheap thing. But I didn't expect to see it today, and it seems to be still a pot, but it's just dried up.

The wine priest nodded, stepped forward, gently rubbed the smooth stone basin, and said, "Yes, it's just that more than a hundred years ago, I have consumed the last bit of stone essence here. Therefore, in the future, it will be difficult to continue the myth of the grandmaster of Cangsong Pavilion. I thought I could cultivate a Momo out, but I didn't expect that, alas-" Speaking of this, he let out a long sigh, full of helplessness.

Wu Ming suddenly suddenly, no wonder the masters of Cangsong Pavilion in the past dynasties have reached the grandmaster, but there is still such a heavenly treasure in hand, but the manpower is sometimes poor, Gaozu Xuanyuan Hai can rely on his own strength to create six grandmasters, and also supported the Eastern Han Dynasty for nearly a thousand years, after all, it is also a day of exhaustion.

Wu Ming said: "Don't be discouraged by the national teacher, the Dao Yun predecessors have profound skills, I am afraid that they have reached about the ninth stage, if they are cultivated, it is not impossible to impact the realm of the grandmaster." ”

The wine Taoist shook his head: "A person's spirit and spirit are at the peak before the age of thirty, if they don't reach the ninth rank before the age of thirty, there is no way to stabilize their qi and blood, and in the future, the spirit and spirit will slowly drain away, and the person will also grow old, let alone impact the realm of the grandmaster." Although Dao Yun is very talented, when he reached the ninth rank, he was already in the age of the sixtieth year, and it was difficult to improve in his life. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, looked up at Wu Ming and said, "Therefore, in the entire Eastern Han Dynasty, the only one who has the most hope of reaching the Grandmaster at present is you, Lord Wu." Wu Ming raised his head, only to feel that the other party's eyes were bright, but there was a lot of eagerness inside. His heart was sour, and he couldn't help but think of Chen Jianfei, how similar the eyes of the two were.

After the two of them came out of the boulder, Wu Ming only felt that his heart was heavy. The wind howled down the mountain, the white clouds rolled, and the wind whimpered throughout the mountain, as if an unknown monster was walking towards this huge empire step by step. Deliver a fatal blow at any time.

Wu Ming was in the end, but he couldn't hold back in the end, he said slowly: "This time Li Tie coup, why didn't the national teacher intervene?" If the coup d'état is nip in the bud, will it not increase the number of unjust souls? These words have been holding Wu Ming's heart, if Cangsong Pavilion really stood up at that time, perhaps, at least half of the 200,000 soldiers of the Southern Expeditionary Army could survive.

After what happened just now, the wine Taoist seemed to suddenly get a lot older, he stood by the pavilion with his hands behind his back, the mountain wind blew, and he was dressed in a Taoist robe raised, like a fairy among the people. He didn't look back: "At the beginning of the coup, Li Tie once came to me, and he promised that once he succeeded, he would support the Gaozu bloodline to inherit the throne." Gaozu ordered that unless the surname was changed, the owners of the Cangsong Pavilion in the past dynasties were not allowed to meddle in the internal strife of the Eastern Han Dynasty. This is a poisonous oath that the previous Cangsong Pavilion owners must make before inheriting the pavilion master, and no one is allowed to violate it. ”

Wu Ming was angry for a while, this was probably a means for Gao Zu to restrict Cangsong Pavilion. It's just that I didn't expect to be exploited by Li Tie instead. When the wine priest replied this, there was already a lot of coldness in his tone, and he must have been dissatisfied with his question being too wide, but he didn't want to say anything more, so he had to take out a letter from his bosom that Youluli had asked him to convey to the wine priest, present it with both hands, and then said: "Senior, this is a letter that Youluli entrusted me to pass on to you, and it is said that it was handed over to you by Senior Pa. ”

The wine priest turned around, his eyebrows raised, and he seemed surprised. "Oh" took it, took it apart a few times, and then looked at it at a glance, he saw it very quickly at first, but later, it gradually slowed down. In the end, I read it almost word by word. It took a long time to read the letter. He closed the letter, his eyes were also a little trance, and as soon as he closed his palms, the letter suddenly turned into powder in his hands. As soon as he raised his hand, the confetti flew all over the sky and fell down the cliff.

He stared at the confetti, and then looked at the white clouds in the distance, as if to comfort himself, and seemed to be saying to someone in the distance: "Life is a dream, white clouds and dogs." Right and wrong, grievances and grievances, in the end, the sun and the moon are silent, and the water passes without a trace. Those who are difficult to abandon are just a little obsession! Hide your heart, can't you let go? ”

Wu Ming was close, so he naturally heard clearly. It seems that the wine Taoist is called Hidden Heart. It's just that what is written in the letter, how can this elegant national teacher be so out of shape? He was speculating here wildly, and the wine Taoist had already raised his head, looked at him and said, "Lord Wu, you can stay in the mountains for a few days, Li Tie's side, I will send someone to say hello." This Cangsong Pavilion is the place where the ancestor broke the cocoon into a butterfly that day, and it may be very helpful for you to observe the day. It can also be regarded as a little bit of our Cangsong Pavilion to you. As for the residence, you can go out and find Mingzhen, and he is still waiting outside. ”

He gave an order to evict guests, Wu Ming agreed, saluted, and then slowly retreated from the pavilion. When he walked to the door of the moon, he couldn't help but glance at the mysterious national teacher again, and saw that the other party was still standing by the pavilion with his hands behind his back, looking at the green mountains and white clouds in the distance. At this time, the mountain wind was getting smaller, but the clothes on his body were windless and automatic, and he was shaking violently.