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Qingyang Peak.

As soon as Su Qinian arrived at the palace gate, he saw his grandmother and grandmother with wrinkled and kind smiling faces.

"Where's Grandpa?" Su Qiannian wondered.

Chu Shi rolled his eyes angrily, and said angrily: "Your grandfather is fighting cocks with people!"

Cockfighting?

Su Qinian walked into the palace, after more than a month, the entire Qingyang Palace almost took on a new look, except for some furnishings and utensils that still look simple, many palaces have been repaired for the most part, and there is already a bit of grandeur back then.

After Qingyang Palace, Su Qiannian walked into the courtyard and saw a few green bamboos, grandfather and old man sitting at the stone table, staring at each other, a chessboard on the stone table, but it was difficult to solve.

"Brother Begging Nian!"

The little girl ran over without Nian, and began to complain: "Grandpa, they have been working for most of the day, and they refuse to play with Nian." ”

Su Qinian was also a little crying and laughing, the two old men seemed to be in a state of stalemate, and no one would let anyone, at this time he walked in, and the two of them didn't seem to see it, and they forgot about themselves.

At this time, the fat man and the three had not returned to the mountain, Su Qinian said a few words with the little girl, and walked out of the courtyard under the same angry gaze of the little girl, and came to the Qingyang Palace, in front of the dry Qingyang Spring.

The hidden Qingyang sword mark at the center of the eyebrows appeared, and Su Qinian stepped into the world of Yuanshen.

In the heyday of five hundred years ago, no matter how many times he looked at it, Su Qinian felt an invisible spur, which was not only from the original inheritance grace, but also from his body after such a long time. has deeply laid the mark of Qingyang Peak, and there is no longer a difference between them.

In front of the Qingyang Palace. Jiyuan Zhenren was very calm, and nodded lightly after seeing him. "You're here." ”

"I'm coming. ”

Su Qiannian also nodded, both of them were lighter than water, but Su Qiannian felt a sense of relaxation on his body, he liked to contact people like this, no identity, no cultivation, no elder and young, no intimacy.

Jiyuan Daoist was dressed in a green robe, and his eyes were warm and moist. Then sat down on the stone steps in front of the Qingyang Palace, put the dust in his hand aside, patted the stone steps beside him, and motioned for Su Qinian to sit down.

After Su Qiannian sat down, Jiyuan Zhenren turned sideways, raised one hand, brushed up his sideburns, and saw that in the deepest part, more than a dozen white hairs were shining silver in the sun. Crystal clear.

"Leave your life, rest your life, rest your own life, and rest your life. On behalf of the punishment of heaven, how can people compare with the way of heaven. ”

"That's fate. ”

Jiyuan Zhenren took a deep breath and said, "The destiny is hard to disobey. There is a certain number in the fate, and there is stillness in the certainty. There is movement in the stillness. ”

Su Qinian didn't understand it very well, but he also understood. Jiyuan Zhenren knows the hidden dangers of "The Knife of Death", and if he is now, he understands that he will not live for fifty years at most.

Shou Yuan is different from vitality, life vitality is lost, as long as the foundation is still there, it can be replenished after all, but if the life essence that supports Shou Yuan is reduced, it is almost impossible to replenish.

Therefore, those who practice martial arts continue to pursue a stronger realm, one is an irresistible powerful force, and the other is the pursuit of a longer life.

Therefore, in the second-rate dragon and tiger realm, the dragon and tiger converge into a golden pill, which is also called the immortal Taoist species in Taoism, and there are clouds in the rivers and lakes and martial arts: the dragon and tiger gather to ask for immortality.

In today's world, if ordinary people die at the end of their lives, they will live to their old age at most, and once the dragon and tiger gather and condense the golden pill, then they can live to be a hundred years old, and when they reach the first-class mixed yuan realm, they will increase their longevity for another fifty years.

"If it breaks through the second-rate, or first-class, can't it be supplemented?"

Su Qiannian asked, although he had long understood that the absorption of life essence in the "Retirement Knife" would continue to accelerate with the deepening of his comprehension of the sword technique, even if he broke into the second-rate dragon and tiger realm, or even the first-class mixed yuan realm, I am afraid that it would not change anything, the only thing that will change is that his sword technique will eventually become stronger and stronger, and it is very likely to exceed people's cognition and reach an unbelievable situation.

"No, you can't. ”

Jiyuan Zhenren spoke, without giving the slightest surprise, and then stretched out his finger and pointed to the Yuanshen world in front of him, and sighed: "After watching for five hundred years, it's enough." ”

"Not enough. ”

There was a voice sounding, a little rigid and jerky, I don't know when, the young Taoist priest came to the front of the hall, his eyes were very serious, looking at Ji Yuan Zhenren and Su Qinian.

After half a burnt incense, the young Taoist priest also sat on the steps, on Su Qinian's right hand.

The three of them were silent, and for a while, the entire Qingyang Hall was empty, and the needles could be heard.

Half an hour passed, and the young Taoist priest said again, "Master, are you still fighting?"

There was a kind of confusion in his tone that Su Qinian had never seen, Ji Yuan Zhenren was slightly stunned, and then he smiled, he smiled brightly, as if the blue and white sun above the nine heavens were eclipsed.

"Fight, why don't we fight, we don't fight for the day, we have been fighting for five hundred years, and we must continue to fight. ”

He said slowly and firmly, and then looked at Su Qinian and said, "It's time, go, enter Beijing." ”

Performers!

Su Qinian was struck by lightning, and he didn't suddenly hear such a sentence, in the far north, in that square city, there are too many places he is familiar with, almost all the memories of the previous ten years are there, but right now, what he is most afraid of is to return there, not afraid of death, but afraid of seeing a sealed and dilapidated mansion.

There, there is his home.

He really wasn't ready, Su Qinian's original intention was to wait until more than four years had passed, and after he had entered the first-class mixed yuan realm, he would enter the capital as the peak master of Wudang Qingyang Peak.

In addition, from the moment the old butler sent him on his way, he secretly swore in his heart that when he returned to that city, he would enter the vermilion gate openly.

Everything came too fast, and Su Qiannian was caught off guard.

"What, don't want to?"

Jiyuan Zhenren smiled, and he didn't know if he saw through Su Qinian's thoughts, and said lightly: "Only there, can you live longer, become stronger, hit a fixed number, and move in stillness." ”

Su Qinian couldn't understand the last sentence, what is a fixed number of hits, there is movement in the stillness, but he can understand the previous sentence.

Live longer, get stronger!

This is what he wants, the tenth-level foundation building of the top-level foundation building skill obviously has a great impact on the cultivation speed, and the consumption is too great, Su Qiannian has a heart, but he also understands that if he wants to reach the first-class mixed yuan realm in the next four years or so, it is probably not much easier than climbing to the blue sky.

"I'll go. Su Qiannian nodded heavily, and then asked, "Where are you going?"

He believed that Jiyuan Zhenren was not just as simple as letting him enter Beijing.

"Dojo. ”

Jiyuan Zhenren gently spit out these two words.

Su Qiannian was stunned when he heard this, and then he thought about it, he had a sense of familiarity with these two words, until he flipped through the many books recorded in his mind, and he was shocked, it was there!

Speaking of the Taoist Academy, perhaps few people know about it now, but when it comes to the Royal Academy, everyone in the Han Dynasty must know about it, and no one knows about it.

The holy land of Confucianism and Taoism in the world directly belongs to the royal Confucian and Taoist Academy.

Except for the Han military, almost more than thirty percent of the officials came out of the Royal Academy, and the remaining seventy percent were not qualified to enter it and become students at first.

Yes, this is the Royal Academy, the imperial examination over the years, if you become a person in high school, you may be favored by the Royal Academy, accepted as a registered disciple, in the academy, there are many bachelors, scholars, and even Confucians, they do not show the dew on weekdays, but they are rare strong people in this world, with many privileges, except for the face of the saint, anyone can not worship, and even some Confucians, that is, the current Han Emperor, also treat each other with courtesy.

And as long as he comes out of the Royal Academy, once he becomes an official, the starting point is at least seven grades, and he will soar and soar, just around the corner.

Therefore, in today's world, as long as you are a scholar, no one does not want to enter the Royal Academy, but the lowest threshold is also in the middle of the lift, so many scholars forget to sleep and eat, study hard day and night, and then buy bows and practice strength, and visit the martial arts hall, just to one day be able to enter the Royal Academy, worship under a bachelor's door, even if it is a registered disciple, it is enough to glorify the ancestors, at least in the next hundred years, hundreds of years, will be remembered by a town and a county, written into the local annals.

Compared with the Royal Academy, the Taoist Academy has no name, at least for the past five hundred years.

The fairy road, the Buddha road, is for the Taoist temple.

This is the academy that belongs to the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, if it is five hundred years ago, some people may have heard of it, but in the past five hundred years, it has gradually faded out of people's sight, and few Buddhist and Taoist sects are willing to send their disciples into it, and even in the past hundred years, with the succession of this generation of Han Tianzi to the throne, and set up the Dragon Guardian Villa, some sects and family disciples are more willing to join the Dragon Guardian Villa, become the Dragon Guard, and the official worships the seven products, so as to get a first-class martial arts treasured in the Qiankun arsenal.

In the past hundred years, the Taoist Academy has not had a single sect or family disciple.

It was also Su Qinian who once lived in that square city, and happened to pass by in front of the dilapidated Taoist courtyard, and the gate was afraid that it had not been opened for nearly a hundred years, and there was only a small door in the corner to enter and exit, and I didn't know if there were any living people inside.

Su Qiannian wanted to say something, but then, Jiyuan Zhenren handed over a bowl.

Yes, it is a bowl, an ordinary-looking porcelain bowl, the glaze has been peeled off, and even a corner is missing, the bowl body is black, and there are old stains left, no matter from what point of view, it is not worth collecting and storing anymore.

"Take it, go to the Taoist Academy, and if you want to change your life, go there. ”

Su Qiannian took the bowl, a little careful, for fear that he would crush it if he used his strength, he wanted to tell Jiyuan Zhenren about the changes in the past five hundred years, but the young Taoist priest waved his hand at him and didn't let him speak. (Ask for subscription, everyone comes to the starting point to support genuine subscription.) (To be continued.) )