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early morning.

A ray of golden light shines, and the autumn wind blows, touching the face with a hint of coldness, making people feel refreshed and comfortable.

"My lord, where are you going next?"

Yue Fuyao asked softly.

Ye Lingtian held a mountain and river folding fan and chuckled: "I will take you to Wudang Mountain for a walk."

As soon as he finished speaking, his face changed instantly, from the handsome young man to a pale scholar with a weak temperament.

This time when he went to Wudang Mountain, he did not intend to use his true identity, nor did he intend to use the identity of Ye Xiao.

"..."

Yue Fuyao was stunned for a second, and then a soft smile appeared on his face.

She already understood Ye Lingtian's identity from what happened last night. Ye Lingtian was Ye Xiao, and he also knew the mysterious magic of transformation, so when his mask was broken last time, outsiders did not see his true appearance.

"Then I'll change it too."

Yue Fuyao's heart moved. Since Ye Lingtian had changed his identity, she naturally had to change her appearance. Otherwise, Ye Lingtian would be easily exposed when she went out.

Thinking of this, Yue Fuyao immediately took out a thin human skin mask from the package and put it on his face, making it impossible for outsiders to recognize it.

"That's right! The one who knows me is Fuyao!"

Ye Lingtian smiled and extended his thumb.

Yue Fuyao smiled lightly, feeling better than ever before and without any pressure. This feeling was really good.

"Let's go! Go to Wudang Mountain."

Ye Lingtian played with the folding fan and walked outside.

Yue Fuyao carried the package and followed beside him.

......

Wudang, located in Junzhou, is one of the Taoist holy places.

It borders Xiangyang to the east, Yanshi to the west, Shennong to the south, and Gaoxia to the north. It is a famous mountain through the ages. The sect is located here and has endured for a long time. It is the holy land in the minds of countless people. This practice.

People in the martial arts world will sigh with emotion when mentioning Wudang. Its status in the world is extremely special.

Today, many martial arts people have rushed to Wudang, and there will definitely be a big battle next.

At this moment, at the foot of Wudang Mountain, on an ancient road.

A carriage is driving fast.

"Shut up!"

Yue Fuyao pulled the reins instantly, the carriage stopped, and she glanced ahead.

boom!

Suddenly, dust flew up in front, and a group of people wearing Wudang Taoist robes and holding Taoist swords flew up from the ground and stopped the carriage.

"Young master, someone is blocking the way."

Yue Fuyao whispered.

"killed."

Ye Lingtian said lightly.

Yue Fuyao didn't waste any time and rushed forward instantly.

"what......"

Then there was a burst of screams, and all these people in Taoist robes were beheaded.

Yue Fuyao came to the carriage and whispered: "Although these people are wearing Wudang costumes, judging from their moves, they are not Wudang people, but more like killers."

Ye Lingtian smiled lightly and said: "Normally, if you want the various sects to take action against Wudang, you need a fire. This assassination is a fierce fire."

Wudang is a thousand-year sect. People from various sects go to Wudang and want Wudang to hand over the evil king.

After all, offending Wudang is not a good thing.

However, there are people wearing Wudang clothes who come to assassinate the various sects who come, which can add fuel to the fire.

Even if everyone knows that these people are not from Wudang at all, it is not important. What is important is that they need an excuse to take action, why not?

"The mountain road is not easy to walk on. Find a place to put the carriage down and we can walk up it."

Ye Lingtian whispered.

"Good son."

Yue Fuyao nodded slightly.

......

An hour later.

Ye Lingtian and Yue Fuyao climbed up Wudang Mountain and met many martial arts people along the way. They blended in with the crowd and no one noticed their identities.

Wudang Mountain is extremely huge, with a total of seventy-two peaks, thirty-six rocks, twenty-four streams, eleven caves, etc.

The main hall is located, the purple air comes from the east, the mountains are a golden scene, the autumn wind is cool, the clouds are filled, and the white cranes are flying, it is like a fairyland on earth, extremely beautiful.

"Fuyao, you can take a stroll while I go to meet an old friend."

Ye Lingtian whispered.

"Ah."

Yue Fuyao replied softly and walked aside.

Ye Lingtian continued to move forward along a avenue.

After walking a hundred meters.

He came to the foot of a mountain peak, known as Tianzhu Peak, which is the highest peak in Wudang.

The white jade ancient road and thousands of steps are like a white silk ribbon hanging in the air. It is surrounded by clouds and mist. It is steep and precipitous, and its momentum is like a rainbow, making it appear mysterious and unpredictable.

No one was waiting at the entrance.

Ye Lingtian's figure flashed and flew up along the ancient road.

It didn't take long.

He climbed to the top of Tianzhu Peak. On the top of the mountain, there was a white jade square and more than twenty main halls. However, these main halls seemed extremely deserted, and no one could be seen.

Oh oh oh!

A gust of breeze blows, and withered yellow leaves fall from the ancient trees nearby, swiping on the ground a few times, bringing with it a special sense of beauty.

Swish swish!

A small sound sounded.

Ye Lingtian looked not far away and saw a white-haired, skinny old man holding a broom and sweeping the leaves on the ground.

“You can know autumn with one leaf, see the real person with one glance, and realize the truth with just one thought.”

Ye Lingtian whispered.

After hearing this, the old Taoist stopped his broom and raised his head to glance at Ye Lingtian. A look of surprise appeared in his originally cloudy eyes.

He shook his head and said: "Here there are only fallen leaves returning to their roots, birth, old age, sickness and death, all things withering, there are people in autumn, there is no way!"

"The return of fallen leaves to their roots is the change of the four seasons; birth, old age, illness and death are the passing of spring and the coming of autumn; the withering of all things is the change of the sea. The movement of the great road begins again and again, and using the power of mortals to peer into the mysteries of the ages is the way to understand the mysteries."

Ye Lingtian smiled lightly.

"The lifespan of a mortal is only a hundred years, and the Great Dao can run for thousands of years. If you want to peep into the mysteries of heaven with a mortal body, you are just asking for trouble."

The old man lowered his head and continued to swing his broom.

"The wheels of history never stop, and the movement of the road never ends. Even mortals can see the Tao by walking through the long river of time and looking back at the past and present."

Ye Lingtian put his hands behind his back.

"Seeing the Tao is for all living beings, and realizing the Tao is oneself..."

The old man was stunned for a moment and murmured: "But...is it really right?"

He thought there was one in the past, but three hundred years later, he had not glimpsed any Tao. He was wondering, is there really a Tao?

Sometimes, after a person reaches the extreme, everything is just a dream and a vicissitudes of life.

Maybe there is a way.

But that is the way of heaven, the way of heaven moves, it cannot be changed by human power, it is mysterious and virtual.

And what about humanity?

Taoist practice is nothing more than immortality, but the final destination is still life, old age, illness and death, which is difficult to change.

"The Tao is in the heart. If there is a Tao, just ask the heart."

Ye Lingtian whispered.

This old Taoist has entered the realm of the five declines of heaven and man, and has already embarked on the same path as the old heavenly master. If he cannot see through it, inner demons will arise on his own.

However, this has little to do with Ye Lingtian.

The old Taoist thought for a moment and continued sweeping the floor.

Ye Lingtian sat cross-legged under the ancient tree, casually took out the wine from his waist and tasted it, looking at the beautiful rivers and mountains in front of him without saying a word.

He wants to wait for his old friend here...