Ningxi, the mountains are stacked and green, the four rivers are circulating, and the scenery is very good.

Mr. Lu Da and He Qi pressed the escape light, fell into the city, and slowly walked forward under the guidance of the Haotian Mirror and the fragment of the Eastern Emperor Bell in their hands, looking for Mr. Lu Da's medieval past life.

The Haotian Mirror can illuminate the outside world of the heavens, making people sense "him and me", but it is not the treasure of the light of the sky, and it cannot see the past and the future, and it was originally difficult to use it to find the past life, but everyone returned to the Middle Ages by chance, and was in the same time and space as the previous life, which is almost equal to "him and me", so it can be subtly sensed, coupled with the fragment assistance of the treasure of the Eastern Emperor Bell, the treasure of the light of the sky, the clue is no longer clueless.

Moreover, Meng Qi also carried the "Third Ming King Wheel", operating the divine weapon, and when Mr. Lu Da and He Qi relaxed their vigilance, they helped them see the body of this life, and all kinds of factors were superimposed, and things naturally became simpler, and they had already locked the candidate.

Zhu Buxuan shook the folding fan, slowly came out of his yard, and walked towards the gold-spendthrift Luofang Street.

He is a disciple of the Ningxi Sword School, born in an ordinary family, with a simple appearance, looking harmless to humans and animals, and being a kind person, leaving a loyal and honest impression on the master of the sect.

Most of the people I met along the way knew Zhu Buxuan, and they all bowed their heads and smiled, but a few of them looked unhappy, and turned to other streets when they saw it from afar.

"Zhu Buxuan's appearance is loyal, but in fact, he is full of bad water, senior brother, I just suffered his loss, so I was reduced to guarding the Sword Sect Martial Arts Hall. A man with a long sword said resentfully.

The sword-wielding dwarf next to him was stunned when he heard this: "Zhu Buxuan has always had a reputation for honesty and kindness in the door, but he actually harmed you, senior brother?"

When a real person can't be a face?

The senior brother snorted: "If he is really just honest and kind, why did he get the love of most of the senior uncles and elders? Why did he open the Nine Orifices without wind and waves? Although my Ningxi Sword Sect is not as good as the top forces, it is also considered to be full of talents in the faction, and the secret dispute is quite fierce, and as a result, he has taken advantage of it several times. Just pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger!"

"I once told Uncle Zuo about this, what did you say about him? He said that he was honest on the outside, but black on the inside, not bad!"

He was venting to his contentment, when suddenly his heart moved, and he looked back to the side. I saw two old men standing at the mouth of the alley, one with slightly gray hair, focused eyes, and a temperament that people couldn't take their eyes off, and the other had a fluttering breath, almost invisible, and his eyes seemed to hide the heroism and self-confidence that dominated the world in the past.

The senior brother's words came to an abrupt end, and seeing that the two old men were extraordinary, he hurriedly pulled the senior brother and left in a hurry. I just said bad things about Zhu Buxuan, I think it has nothing to do with the masters!

"I can't imagine that in your previous life, you were honest on the outside and dark on the inside. He Qi laughed.

There is no trace of resemblance to this at all.

Mr. Lu Da didn't speak, turned out of the alley, returned to the street, and walked slowly with Zhu Buxuan's back.

After crossing the left street and passing through the promenade, Zhu Buxuan arrived at Luofang Street. The familiar road entered the "Jin Ya Ge".

"Alas, Zhu Gongzi. It's been a long time since you've been here, but the girl in the building is always thinking about you. ** greeted me with a fragrant breeze.

Zhu Buxuan smiled a little shyly: "The teacher is very strict in discipline, and he often can't leave the faction, I don't know if the Yuexia girl has time? ”

"Oh, Yuexia just had a distinguished guest. Yes, yes, it's ......"** pointed to the direction of the Ningxi Sword Sect, indicating that it was the elders of the sect.

Zhu Buxuan's face changed a few times, like red and blue, and he smiled reluctantly: "It's really not a coincidence." Please also say hello to Miss Yuexia on behalf of me. ”

After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, and everywhere he looked, he saw two old men who had always been extraordinary, and before he could turn his thoughts, he saw ** stopped in front of him: "Alas, my Zhu Gongzi, there is no Yuexia, and Yuelan and Yueqiu!"

"I'm only thinking about Miss Yuexia. Zhu Buxuan shook his head.

"Hey, that's a dedicated. He Qirao looked at it with interest and whispered, Mr. Lu Da's eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

**Twisted the handkerchief, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered his voice and said: "I have time tonight ...... moon."

Yuexi is the top brand of Jin Ya Ge, and the color moves the whole city, far from being comparable to Yuexia.

Zhu Buxuan was stunned, thinking of the ice-skinned beauty, thinking of the joyful and disgusting face, the memory of Yuexia in his mind was blurred, and his breathing became heavy: "Can I kiss Fangze in the next place?"

"The old body leads you forward, whether you can achieve it depends on your own performance. Said with a smile.

Zhu Buxuan nodded heavily and followed ** into the inner courtyard.

Mr. Lu Da looked at this scene, suddenly sighed, seemed to sigh, and turned around and left Jin Ya Ge without hesitation.

"This is gone, don't you observe your past life and understand his interaction with the long river of history and the connection that arises?" He Qi was surprised and followed.

Could it be that Mr. Lu Da has already completed his observation and understanding?

No, this has to be carefully observed with the help of the fragments of the Eastern Emperor Bell, and it is not a matter of time and a half!

Even if Mr. Lu Da still carried the "Third Ming King Wheel", it was impossible for him to be so fast, at least he didn't sense that he was using two treasures!

Mr. Lu Da's eyes were calm, and his tone was indifferent: "No need." ”

"No need, Lu Daoyou, although you and Xiao Su Daoyou have a special path, cut off him and me, and don't seek the past life, but they also have to project the ten thousand worlds, go back to the past, observe the past life more, and understand more of his interaction with the long river of history, which will help you leave your own mark, why don't you use it?" He Qi knew that Mr. Lu Da was not an impulsive and reckless person, and everything he said and did had his own purpose, so he was more puzzled, and asked with Su Wuming's previous words.

Mr. Lu Da turned into a secluded alley, walked slowly, and said with a smile: "The old man and Su Xiaoyou seem to have the same path, they both don't change him and me, and they don't seek the past life, but there is still a big difference in nature, and the old man didn't understand until today." ”

"What's the difference?" He Qi was even more confused, in his own opinion, they were all "self-sovereign" ways.

Mr. Lu Da walked with his hands in his hands and said with a smile: "Su Xiaoyou's practice is a kaleidoscopic path, upholding himself, going through the world, seeing what is wrong with each other, and knowing what he is. Therefore, he can play different people, experience different lives, leave legends, make imprints, and adjust his image according to the feedback of heaven and earth and the long river of history. Even if there is a huge gap between this image and himself, it will not bother him. ”

"Embrace all phases, accept changes, and don't lose yourself ......" He Qi bowed his head lightly, affirming Mr. Lu Da's statement.

When exchanging ideas with each other, Meng Qi once mentioned the wonders of his own eight or nine Xuangong.

Mr. Lu's voice became softer and softer: "But the old man can't, the old man is Lu Zhiping, Ye Yuyan's husband Lu Zhiping." Lu Zhiping, the owner of Thrush Villa, has a unique experience in the past that constitutes the essence of the old man, and the old man can't be 'others', whether it is his own 'him or me', or 'past life', if he wants to imitate them, so as to leave a mark between heaven and earth, the old man can't do it. ”

What is the only one. That's the only ...... This thought suddenly appeared in He Qi's heart, and then frowned. "Then how do you project the ten thousand worlds and go back to the past?"

Does it stop at the immortals?

Mr. Lu Da shook his head and smiled: "I can only continue to explore." ”

In this regard, the old man vaguely thinks that the normal way is to ignite others and me, accumulate quantity to qualitative change, so that his own essence can be improved. To become a legend, Su Xiaoyou's road is to create a 'false other me', leave a mark, and then complete the accumulation of quantities and produce qualitative changes. Becoming a legend, the second half is the same as the normal path, and the old man thinks if he can 'purify himself', change slowly, first raise his own essence to the legend, and then naturally project the world, and go back to the past. ”

"This path is very similar to innate powers, but they are born legends. He Qi was still frowning, Mr. Lu Da's road seemed to be very difficult, very, very difficult.

Mr. Lu Da smiled and said calmly: "Do your best, don't go against your heart, and die without regrets." ”

He looked at the Yixin Sword in his hand with a soft gaze, and whispered to himself:

"Yuyan, I have felt 'him and me' for my husband, I have seen my previous life, and so far I know that my path is not fake others. ”

"My path is not fake to others......" He Qi was shocked and dazed when he heard it, and this sentence kept echoing in his heart.

Single-mindedly on the road of the sword, not on the way of others.

............

Ink Palace.

As soon as Meng Qifu entered the main hall, his eyes were attracted by a thin and decrepit old man, his Dharma body was not leaking, his Dao power was abundant, and his qi and blood were vigorous, if he closed his eyes and did not work on the cause of all fruits, he would definitely have no doubt that he was in his prime, and the sun was empty - this is not an adjective, it is an accurate description, but now when I see it directly, I find that the old man is full of traces of time, and there is a kind of rotten atmosphere emanating from the inside out.

Who is immortal under time?

The old man's hands were changing the seal, and he was concentrating on refining the puppet in front of him, a puppet that was exactly the same as himself, and all kinds of arms hung down from the top of the hall from time to time, with dragon claws, magic hands, and mechanical creations, each with different flames, assisting his manufacturing, and the whole process was full of the beauty of precision machinery.

After a while, the old man completed a stage of refining, raised his head, and looked at Meng Qi with vicissitudes of life: "Su Xiaoyou, I've kept you waiting for a long time." ”

"It's okay, the younger generation has benefited a lot. Meng Qi didn't mind, and asked with a smile, "Instrument Saint, do you want to refine a stand-in?"

This old man is the Ink Palace Instrument Saint, who competes with the Rensheng and is in the forefront among the saints, and is considered the oldest wave of immortals.

The sage's gaze moved to the puppet, and his expression revealed a bit of emotion and confusion: "It's a stand-in, although things like souls, primordial spirits and true spirits are superior and inferior, but after all, it is difficult to be immortal, and if you don't go to the other side, sooner or later you will grow old and 'rot', so the old man wants to rely on the mechanism to imitate the characteristics of the soul, so that the puppet has the ability to think and explore, almost a newly created life but can survive in the world forever." ”

He sighed and showed a wistful smile: "Maybe when the old man decays into a myth, even the Mo Palace will already be mottled, and it is still roaming the heavens and worlds, exploring the avenue on behalf of the old man......"

Meng Qi listened in awe, whether he recognized the views of the saints or not, at least their spirit of adhering to their own ideas and always exploring the Great Dao was worthy of admiration.

After a while, Meng Qi restrained his emotions, calmed his mood, and began to discuss the idea of "Ten Thousand Worlds General Knowledge Ball" with the Instrument Saint.

As time passed, day after day, Meng Qi gradually had a draft of the "Universal Knowledge Ball", and just as he was about to thank the Instrument Saint and leave, the solemn and ethereal voice of the Moonlight Bodhisattva sounded in his ears:

"Guldo, Su Daji and the Overlord are separated from the Overlord and are heading to the Jade Emperor Mountain. (To be continued......)

PS: Revision: Sick and dizzy, the previous chapter forgot that Xu Bei and Shan Heng had died on Jinao Island, which has now been modified, and is hereby revised, sorry sorry.