Proving the Tao in a dream, counting the immortal cultivators at the beginning

In the center of the secret realm, a mysterious small tree that grows like a horned dragon exudes a strange brilliance.

And just under the mysterious little tree.

The six figures sat cross-legged, struggling to resist the roaring dragon-like shadows from all around.

Saw him coming.

One of the six figures spoke with difficulty, begging him to send a letter far away.

"Actually, there is no need to look far away."

"I can go to Xianyuan for help."

He tried to change the ending of the last time.

Last time, with the eyes of a mortal, he thought that the six people in front of him were talking about the distance.

It's only a million miles away.

He didn't expect to be so far away, across the galaxy, and wasted 20 years of his time.

"No."

"This thing is of great use to my fellow Taoist."

"Maybe it can help him survive the catastrophe."

"You must not disturb the fairy courtyard."

The six shook their heads and asked again.

He could only sigh and didn't try to argue again.

Because he knew that the six people in front of him were trapped in such a dead place.

It was precisely to help that fellow Taoist in their mouth resolve a death calamity.

It's a pity they don't know.

All they think about is the one person they want to help.

How indifferent.

How lofty it is.

They have long been regarded as a group of followers.

He really didn't want to send this letter anymore.

but.

He looked at the six people in front of him and asked.

"If you did it all over again, would you still be willing to die for someone who might have already regarded you as a stranger?"

The six were puzzled and surprised.

After a long time, someone smiled.

"We've stood by once."

"Do it all over again."

"No matter what, we can no longer stand by and watch."

"Even if he has already regarded us as strangers."

"But Fellow Daoists are in trouble, so we can't ignore it."

When the words fall, the wind rises.

He sighed.

Riding the wind again, sitting in that rickety old broken ship, flew into the sky and fell into the starry sky.

He understood why he had to do it all over again.

I still chose the same fate.

Some people get along with each other for a lifetime and can't be friends.

But some people just met each other once, but they have already been like-minded.

Therefore, fellow Daoists are in trouble, so don’t ignore them!

……

The starry sky is vast, and the darkness is eternal.

Light-years away, even for a Golden Core cultivator known as the Patriarch in the practice world.

It is also difficult and difficult.

What's more, for a mortal.

He originally thought that he would do it all over again and had experience.

It can make this journey to the starry sky and the sea of ​​stars much easier.

But he overestimated the wisdom of mortals and underestimated the vastness of the starry sky.

Even if it is to take this starry sky road again.

But it also wasted too many years for him.

Withered sword edge, aged face.

When he stumbled, stepped across the barrier of the star sea, and traveled through the distance of light years.

Once again, I came to the cave in my memory.

The once vigorous young swordsman has once again become a gray-haired old man who is getting old and exhausted.

This time, he dragged his mortal body, exhausted from the long journey, to the same place.

Look at the evil bird guarding in front of the cave.

He straightened his waist bent by the journey.

Before the roar of the evil bird.

Shouting to Dongfu.

"Lynch."

"Fellow Daoist is in trouble."

"You can't ignore it!"

Chapter 223

There was a creaking sound, and the cave opened wide.

Lynch sat cross-legged in the cave, motionless like a statue, behind him there were several figures floating in the ups and downs of light.

The indistinct shadows set off Lynch's greatness, as if he was out of the world.

Suddenly, two figures walked out from left and right of him.

One person wears a crown on his head, five-color costumes, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger, awe-inspiring.

Holding the lonely grave in one hand, wearing plain and elegant white clothes, he spoke loudly with a smile on his face.

"Royal Tomb."

"People from Xincheng."

"Leaving home at twenty, fighting swords in the rivers and lakes."

"Twenty-five out of ten, when I pass the Banished Immortal Mountain, I meet the daughter of the Li family, and we make a perfect couple, and stay together in the rivers and lakes."

"Later, I brought my wife and daughter into the fairy courtyard, and 93 became a foundation."

"Eight hundred years of life."

"Although there is no hope for the golden pill, there will be a house full of children and grandchildren, and I will be happy for the rest of my life."

"The descendants last for more than 3 years."

"The incense never goes out."

……

With the strange white clothes holding the lonely grave in his hand, he opened his mouth.

The old swordsman, who was overwhelmed by this long journey to deliver the letter, was in a daze.

It was as if he had seen another life that should belong to him.

On that journey of life.

He did not choose to step into Qiulong Mountain, but traveled thousands of miles and swung a million swords.

Finally came to the foot of the Immortal Mountain.

He failed in the first Immortal Ascension Conference.

But he was favored by Miss Li's family.

Since then, the confidante has been with her, and the two have wandered through the rivers and lakes, and have a chance encounter, so they are able to worship in the fairy courtyard and formally practice.

Although in the end it failed to achieve Jindan.

But 800 years of longevity.

Accompanied by beauties, joyful at the knees, full of children and grandchildren.

The descendants have lasted for more than [-] years, and the incense has been burning continuously. They are also the ancestors of the Wang family.

"Is this another life for me?"

The old swordsman muttered to himself.

Holding the lonely grave in his hand, the strange white-clothed man nodded slightly.

"good."

"If you haven't entered Qiulong Mountain."

"I haven't taken this starry sky road."

"It has never been light years to send a letter here."

"Then, this should be your life."

"But here I am."

The old swordsman laughed at himself and straightened his back.

He wanted to see clearly the unattainable Lynch sitting cross-legged in the cave mansion like a god.

"So what should my real life be like?"

Lynch was silent like a god.

Only the figure wearing a crown like an emperor said coldly.

"You are empty of energy and blood, and you have already run out of fuel."

"With a mortal body, trek beyond light years."

"The day of faith is when you decay."

"Life is only fifty, never famous in Jianghu, never experienced love in the world, and has no blood to pass on to heirs."

"Waste a lifetime."

"I only have a handful of loess, which makes people laugh."

The old swordsman was stunned for a moment.

He thought about it seriously, then nodded.

He should have experienced such an ending.

Once again, the outcome would naturally be the same.