"Where do you want to go?"

"I want to enter the infinite door. ”

"Hahaha, what a person who wants to enter the infinite gate, he should enter my door. ”

"Why?"

"The Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, three begets all things, and the poor Tao is three, which is infinite for the Dao. ”

"Disciple Guangcheng visited the teacher. ”

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"When I return to Guangchengzi, I want to enter the infinite door. The Taoist smiled and shook his head, "The peach blossoms in Peach Mountain that year bloomed so well!"

"Master, are you worried about your junior brother?" the elder Taoist asked in a depressed mood.

The Taoist smiled, "Jiren has his own natural appearance, and he is worry-free for his teacher." ”

"Didn't the master say that the junior brother would be in danger when he went?"

The Taoist smiled and said: "Nanji, your master has a saying that is very good, the blessings and blessings of misfortune depend, the blessings and misfortunes of your junior brother are in the sky, but they are not in the teacher." ”

If Nanji has an understanding, for a long time, he bowed to the Taoist: "The disciple is taught." ”

The Taoist didn't know what he thought, his face changed slightly, and then he sighed again.

The Antarctic Taoist asked nervously, "Why is the master sighing, but the Antarctica has disappointed you?"

The Taoist shook his head and said, "It's not because of you, it's just because the teacher forgot to remind you of an important matter." ”

"The disciple went and chased the junior brother back. The Antarctic Daoist hurriedly said.

"Forget it. The Taoist waved his hand and said, "Providence is like this, there is no need to force it." ”

What he can forget with the cultivation of beheading three corpses and almost saints is the will of heaven.

"Antarctica! Kunlun is left with you and me, master and apprentice. The Taoist looked at the lonely floating clouds in the sky and said a little gloomy.

"Master...... You...... Do you miss the master and uncle?" Nanji, who has been serving the Taoist, knows best the guilt in his teacher's heart.

The Taoist smiled silently and bitterly, three clear families, one walked the human race, one went overseas, one went farther than the other, the end of the world, the heart is far away, and the Tao is also far away.

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In the east of the Bohai Sea, I don't know its hundreds of millions of miles, there is a big gully, but there is a bottomless valley, and there is no bottom under it, and the name is called the ruins.

The water of the four seas continues to flow into the ruins, and the water of the ruins does not increase or decrease a bit, just because the ruins are connected to the heavenly river and the nine secluded rivers below, which is the place where ten thousand waters return.

There are five sacred mountains in the ruins: Daiyu, Yuanqiao, Abbot, Yingzhou, and Penglai.

Five sacred mountains, mountains and mountains, up and down 30,000 miles, millions of miles apart, the sacred mountains have no roots, erratic, only there was the power of the Fusang Emperor Dongwang and the immortals to settle Penglai, but the remaining four sacred mountains have never appeared.

From time to time, there is a great power into the sea to find mountains, or a hundred years, or a thousand years, none of them can be seen, maybe the time has not come, maybe its master has not arrived, and it is empty.

Between the misty heaven and the earth, on the vast smoke waves, a boat floats, and on the lonely boat, a guest fishes alone.

The weather-covered angler has been adrift for decades, the fishing rod in his hand has not changed, but the bait on the underwater hook has changed a few times, yesterday it was a dragon, today it is a dragon.

"Goo...... Gollum ......"

Where the hook is placed, the sea water is churning, the blood is gurgling, and there is a faint dragon wailing from the water, but the angler's eyes are closed, as if he has not noticed, so I don't know how long it has been, the angler suddenly wakes up like a dream and pulls the fishing rod, the hook goes out to sea, the hook is still a hook, but the bait is gone.

The angler stretched out unconcernedly, and suddenly, with a shake of his hand, the hook in his hand burst out of the air.

"Zi"

The line split the sky in two, and the Tsing Yi angler had already appeared in the crack, and the fishing rod in his hand turned into a sharp sword and stabbed out.

"Brush"

A six-colored glow had just swept away the extremely dangerous fishhook flying sword, and the more dangerous long sword arrived.