Ascension failed, the system took me away

The long arrow broke through the air, just like the rainbow that pierced the sun and shot down the Golden Crow in ancient times.

The sharp edge of the scorching sun made the snake demon feel cold all over, as if all its magic power was frozen.

It didn't know why a mortal could suddenly become so powerful, it only knew that the arrow brought it extremely deadly danger.

Without any hesitation, the snake demon rode the black cloud and turned away, transforming into a black light and escaping into the distance.

The arrow also followed closely behind him and disappeared into the horizon together.

Zhiqiu Yiye also escaped from underground, but saw that the longbow in Song Yingxing's hand disappeared, his body fell straight backwards, and he had fallen into a coma.

He quickly caught it, held the patient's wrist with three fingers to feel the patient's pulse, and found that he was just weak and there was nothing serious, so he felt relieved.

During this examination, he realized that this older scholar had some faint magical powers and was no longer a mortal.

This situation made him extremely curious.

It is not something that can be done overnight for a mortal to develop magical powers.

One needs to have Taoist inheritance, be familiar with Taoist classics, and meditate daily to practice. It will take at least several months to reach the threshold.

Some people who are not talented, whose minds are not calm and composed, will waste their entire lives without achieving anything.

And this older scholar just said that he had realized something, and in the blink of an eye he gained magical powers and was able to perform powerful spells.

Looking at that peculiar way, it is different from the techniques of various schools and sects nowadays, and its power is also extraordinary, much stronger than what he has learned.

"Could it be that some master founded a new school of thought?"

Zhiqiu Yiye was puzzled and couldn't help but talk to himself.

"Do you want to learn?"

"Of course I want to..." Zhiqiu Yiye replied subconsciously, then he reacted the next moment and was suddenly shocked.

When he turned around, he saw a young man standing next to him, holding a small black snake in his hand.

Judging from the familiar demonic aura, it was the snake demon that had just escaped.

At this point, it was half dead and no longer had the arrogance of the previous great demon.

Facing this being who could easily control the snake demon and whose strength was hard to tell, Zhiqiu Yiye immediately bowed and said:

"I am a disciple of Kunlun, Zhiqiu Yiye. Thank you for helping me subdue this evildoer. May I ask your name?"

At this time, Song Yingxing also woke up, stood up, bowed, and said solemnly: "Thank you for your teachings, senior."

Bai Xin nodded slightly, and a flame ignited at his fingertips: "Do you know what you should do?"

Song Yingxing's spirits lifted, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he was full of fighting spirit: "I have wasted decades of my life, and now I am in my forties, and I have just realized why I study."

"Now that the country is in decline and troubled times have arrived, I should take on the responsibility of scholars, carry on the unique knowledge of the past sages, and inherit the skills of all people."

“Let the wisdom and fruits of the people of this world not be lost in the turmoil.”

"Protect the foundation for the rise of the human race, and pass on the art of survival to the people."

Song Yingxing was passionate and enthusiastic, just like the Buddha who made great aspirations when he attained enlightenment in the legend.

But now the will of heaven and earth is lost, and there is no witness.

A spark of fire flew out from his body and merged into the flame in Bai Yin's hand.

The faint shadow of the flame seemed to become brighter and more solid.

Heaven and earth cannot witness this oath, but the people’s hearts can.

Bai Xin also recognized his oath, put away the flame, and chuckled, "Once upon a time, Suiren drilled wood to make fire, lighting up the way forward for the human race."

"Now someone should stand up and rekindle the fire of hope."

"Remember, pioneers are not saviors. Don't try to save the world by yourself."

"Every man has a share of responsibility for the fate of mankind. Pass on the torch and let everyone illuminate the darkness of this world together."

After saying that, the figure disappeared with the wind, leaving behind only a package and a half-dead black snake.

There are also four three-dimensional runes imprinted in Song Yingxing's sea of ​​consciousness.

As soon as he touched it, he knew that this was the life-saving method left to him by his predecessors.

It contains a lot of things, including the same condensed educational gift package for Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen.

Through these four runes, we can also contact these two like-minded people, which can be regarded as a chat group.

"Ah! Are you leaving now? I don't even know which famous and authentic senior you are from." Zhiqiu Yiye scratched his head and said with some regret.

Coming out of the mountains and into the world, traveling around the world to slay demons and eliminate evil, it is also a chance to meet masters and seniors.

Song Yingxing seemed to see what he was thinking, and clasped his fists and said, "Master Zhiqiu, thank you for saving my life this time."

"Oh, there's no need to say more. It should be you who saved me." Zhiqiu Yiye waved his hand.

"Senior, your surname is Bai. I have heard what you just said. I will collect all the skills in the world to prevent them from being lost in the turmoil."

"At the same time, we also need to teach the people skills. Taoist priests are chivalrous and fight demons and monsters. I wonder if you are willing to learn this new method?"

Song Yingxing asked seriously.

Upon hearing this, Zhiqiu Yiye's eyes lit up, and then he hesitated and said, "This... the Dharma cannot be passed on lightly. Isn't this inappropriate?"

He learned all his skills from the Taoist tradition of Kunlun. Kunlun is extremely mysterious, and among the many Taoist traditions, it is also an orthodox one.

Large sects like these all have a common problem, which is that they work behind closed doors and never pass on their skills to outsiders.

When practitioners from different sects communicate with each other, most of the time they just fight directly to see who is stronger.

Of course, there are also people who sit and discuss the Tao, but they only talk about their personal experiences and ideas in practice, and do not involve their own fundamental methods.

For traitors who dare to pass on their skills to outsiders, they must be eliminated even if they have to be chased to the ends of the earth.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with this.

Because once the fundamental method is leaked, the enemy will figure out the tricks and create methods to target the weaknesses.

Then the entire sect would be in danger, and it would most likely be wiped out and destroyed, with its lineage cut off.

Therefore, the idea that the Dharma should not be passed on to outsiders is a deep-rooted concept among practitioners.

When Zhi Qiu Yiye heard that Song Yingxing wanted to pass on his skills to him, he felt torn between his conscience and his desires.

Reason and inherent cognition reminded him that this was against the rules.

But personally, I really want to learn this magical method.

Seeing Zhiqiu Yiye's constipated expression, Song Yingxing laughed and said, "Master, there is no need to worry. According to Senior Bai's philosophy, this new method is to be spread throughout the world."

"I think the Taoist priest should have realized that the magic you used is not so effective."

Zhiqiu Yiye was stunned when he heard this, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized that it was indeed true.

In the past, when exorcising demons and monsters, the Taoist magic would always go wrong at the critical moment and almost capsize.

If I hadn't been smart and relied on my intelligence to escape danger, the grass on my grave would probably be ten feet high.

He thought it was because he was too young, lacked experience, had little Taoism and low magical powers.

But now hearing what Song Yingxing said, it seems like there is another hidden story.

He immediately said, "Brother, tell me in detail."

Song Yingxing picked up the package and said, "Let's talk while we walk."

Zhiqiu Yiye held him back and said, "Don't worry, eat first and talk while you eat."

"Master, did you bring any dry food?" Song Yingxing touched his stomach and felt a little hungry.

"We don't have any dry food, but we have snake meat." Zhiqiu Yiye grabbed the black snake and began to skin it with skillful techniques.

The motionless black snake was actually still alive, but it had lost all its magical powers and was beaten back to its original form, with only one breath left.

I didn't check the almanac before going out this time, and instead of getting anything to eat, I was skinned alive.

"This... monster can be eaten?" Song Yingxing asked doubtfully.

Zhiqiu Yiye said as if it was a matter of course: "Monsters can eat humans, so why can't humans eat monsters? It's only natural."

"But it requires special cooking methods to remove the remaining evil spirit, otherwise it will cause problems if you eat too much."

Soon, the snake demon was made into skewers under the roasting flames condensed by magic power.

Song Yingxing tried a bite, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he exclaimed:

"It's so fragrant!"