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Li Yi suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in a desert covered with yellow sand. The sun was as dazzling as a sharp sword, and the air was filled with dryness and heat. He subconsciously touched his head, but was surprised to find that his hand felt strange. He looked down and found that his whole body was covered with sandy skin, and there was a long tail behind him.

"Have I...traveled through time?" Li Yi was in doubt and looked around. He saw a stone tablet not far away with the three characters "Liushahe" engraved on it. Memories came flooding back, and he suddenly realized that he had traveled through time and space and became Sha Wujing from "Journey to the West"!

Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves approaching from afar. Li Yi looked up and saw a white horse carrying a monk slowly approaching. The monk had a gaunt face and a firm gaze. It was Tang Monk. Following behind him were Sun Wukong with a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth and Zhu Bajie with a long mouth and big ears.

"Master, Big Brother and Second Brother!" Li Yi hurriedly stepped forward, trying his best to imitate the appearance of Sha Seng in his memory, and bowed respectfully.

Tang Seng nodded slightly: "Wu Jing, have you been waiting here for a long time?"

"Yes, Master." Although Li Yi had a thousand words in his heart, he could only suppress his excitement and followed the team silently.

Traveling westwards, sleeping in the open air, Li Yi gradually adapted to Sha Wujing's identity. He carried the luggage every day and silently guarded his master. Although he didn't say much, he knew in his heart that the journey to obtain the scriptures was long and arduous.

One day, they came to a desolate valley. The valley was filled with gusts of cold wind and jagged rocks, as if hiding endless dangers. Suddenly, a gust of black wind blew, and a huge monster appeared in front of them. The monster had a green face and fangs, and its eyes were fierce. It pounced on Tang Monk with its teeth and claws bared.

"Master, be careful!" Li Yi's heart tightened, and he rushed forward waving his magic staff. However, he was not the real Sha Wujing after all, and his kung fu was not so good. After a few rounds, he was forced to retreat again and again by the monster.

"Great Sage, Second Brother, come and help!" Li Yi shouted. Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie rushed over and started a fierce battle with the monster. Sun Wukong danced with his golden hoop with great vigor, and Zhu Bajie flew his nine-toothed rake up and down. The three of them worked together and finally repelled the monster.

"Wujing, why are you so out of shape today?" Tang Seng asked with a frown.

Li Yi felt ashamed and bowed his head and said, "Master, I am ashamed. Perhaps I have been slacking off in my practice recently."

Tang Seng shook his head: "The journey to obtain the scriptures is full of dangers. The four of us must work together to overcome the difficulties. You must not relax!"

"Yes, Master, I understand." Li Yi secretly made up his mind to practice hard and not hold everyone back.

As the days passed, Li Yi experienced hardships and continued to grow on the journey to obtain scriptures. He gradually realized that Sha Wujing was not only a burden-bearing character, but also a loyal partner who silently dedicated himself and worked hard.

In the battles and tests again and again, the tacit understanding between Li Yi and Tang Monk, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie became deeper and deeper. The four of them supported each other, overcame all obstacles, and moved forward firmly towards the goal of obtaining scriptures in the West.

Li Yi knew that although this road was full of difficulties and obstacles, as long as they had faith in their hearts, they would be able to reach the other side and obtain the true scriptures. And he would also gain his own growth and transformation along the way.

On the top of the towering Shu Mountain, the cold wind was as sharp as a knife, carrying tiny snowflakes and howling wantonly. Li Yi, dressed in white clothes that were whiter than snow, stood quietly on the top of the mountain, as if he had merged with everything in the world. His eyes were deep and peaceful, staring at the rolling mountains in the distance, but his heart was filled with ripples.

At this moment, Li Yi had no distracting thoughts in his mind, only the endless pursuit and exploration of the sword. He slowly raised the long sword in his hand, the sword body flashed with silver light, emitting a cold light under the sunlight. As Li Yi's mind focused, the long sword began to tremble slightly, emitting bursts of crisp sword sounds, like the roar of a dragon and a tiger, resounding through the sky.

The sound of the sword was not accidental, but a manifestation of the spiritual connection between the sword and Li Yi. The sword, as the swordsman's soul mate, is not only a weapon, but also an extension of the swordsman's inner world. Li Yi knows that the true way of swordsmanship is not only about the exquisiteness and superbness of swordsmanship, but also about the perception and understanding of the natural way of heaven.

He closed his eyes and felt the flow of spiritual energy around him. The wind came from all directions, carrying the breath of mountains and rivers, the fragrance of plants and trees, and the will of heaven and earth. An inexplicable feeling gradually emerged in Li Yi's heart, as if he was closely connected with everything in the world and became an indispensable part of this vast universe.

He began to wield his sword, and the sword light drew graceful arcs in the air like a silk thread, echoing with the spiritual energy around him. Every time he swung his sword, it seemed like he was talking to the heaven and earth, and every time the sword rang, it seemed to be telling Li Yi's inner feelings.

As the sword dance speeded up, Li Yi's mind became more and more ethereal. He seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, forgetting the passage of time, forgetting the troubles of the world, and only the fusion of sword and Tao. He seemed to see a bright road leading to the way of heaven. On both sides of the road were the shadows of countless sages, who stood with swords or sat cross-legged, their faces filled with persistence and pursuit of Tao.

Li Yi's mind suddenly became clear. He understood that the true way of swordsmanship was not about killing and fighting, but about awe of life, respect for nature, and compliance with the way of heaven. The long sword in his hand was no longer a cold weapon, but a spiritual artifact that could cut off worldly troubles and see through the mysteries of heaven and earth.

The sound of the sword became louder and louder, as if cheering for Li Yi's understanding. Li Yi's swordsmanship also reached an unprecedented level at this moment. Every sword contained the truth of heaven and earth, and every sword was full of endless power.

He stopped his sword dance and stood quietly on the top of the mountain, with a faint smile on his face. At this moment, he was no longer a simple swordsman, but a practitioner who had comprehended the true meaning of the Way of Heaven.

"The way of the sword is the way of heaven." Li Yi whispered softly. Although his voice was soft, it resounded between heaven and earth like a huge bell. He understood that from now on, his sword would no longer be a tool for killing, but a sharp weapon to protect justice and uphold the way of heaven.

The wind was still howling on the top of Mount Shu, but Li Yi's heart was filled with peace and tranquility. He slowly sheathed his sword, turned around and left, his back casting a long shadow in the afterglow of the setting sun, appearing lonely and determined.

In this ancient land, Li Yi's journey of enlightenment has just begun. He knows that the road ahead is full of unknowns and challenges, but he is ready to use the long sword in his hand to write his own legendary chapter.

Since becoming the Red Cloud Patriarch, Li Yi's cultivation has greatly increased, and his Taoism has become profound, making him famous in the Three Realms. However, he has always had an unfulfilled wish in his heart, which is to make friends with Zhenyuan Daxian. Zhenyuan Daxian is the ancestor of earthly immortals, with profound cultivation. The Wuzhuang Temple where he lives is a holy place for immortals and the location of the ginseng fruit tree. Li Yi knows that making friends with Zhenyuan Daxian can not only increase his knowledge, but also help him find a like-minded friend on this long immortal journey.

One day, Li Yi turned into a red light, crossed the sea of ​​clouds, and came directly to Wuzhuang Temple. Wuzhuang Temple is located between mountains, surrounded by clouds and mist, and filled with fairy spirit. Li Yi stood in front of the gate of the temple, feeling a vast fairy spirit, and couldn't help but respect him. He knocked on the door of the temple gently, and soon a boy opened the door. Seeing that it was Li Yi, he bowed and said, "Grandmaster Hongyun is here, and I am sorry for not welcoming you."

Li Yi smiled slightly and said politely: "No need to be so polite, boy. Please inform them that Hongyun wants to see the Immortal Zhenyuan." The boy took the order and left. After a while, he came back to lead the way and brought Li Yi into the temple.

After passing through several corridors, Li Yi arrived at Zhenyuan Daxian's alchemy room. Zhenyuan Daxian was holding a whisk and standing next to the alchemy furnace. Seeing Li Yi coming, he turned around to greet him. "Brother Hongyun, I have heard of your great name for a long time. It is a great honor to meet you today." Zhenyuan Daxian smiled and spoke kindly.

Li Yi quickly bowed in return: "Great Immortal Zhenyuan, you are so polite. I have heard of the fame of Wuzhuang Temple for a long time and have always longed to visit it. I hope you will forgive me for coming here today."

The two smiled at each other and sat down at the stone table next to them. The boy brought the fairy tea, which was fragrant. Li Yi took a sip and felt the fragrance lingering on his lips and teeth. The fairy power in his body seemed to be more active. "Good tea!" Li Yi praised.

Zhen Yuan Da Xian smiled and said, "This is the ginseng tea that is unique to my Wu Zhuang Temple. It is very beneficial to cultivation. If you like it, take some back with you when you leave."

"Thank you, Great Immortal." Li Yi was grateful in his heart, and then changed the subject, "This time I came here, in addition to paying a visit to you, I also want to ask you some questions about cultivation."

Zhen Yuan Da Xian nodded: "Brother, please feel free to speak."

Li Yi then told Zhen Yuan Da Xian about some of the bottlenecks and doubts he encountered in his cultivation. After listening, Zhen Yuan Da Xian patiently answered his questions. The two talked about scriptures and Taoism from sunrise to sunset, and both benefited greatly. Li Yi found that Zhen Yuan Da Xian not only had a profound cultivation, but also had unique insights. Many of the questions that he had been puzzled about for a long time suddenly became clear under the guidance of the Da Xian.

Before they knew it, night had fallen and the lights in Wuzhuang Temple were bright. Zhenyuan Daxian smiled and said, "Brother Hongyun, we had a great time talking today. Why don't you stay for dinner?"

Li Yi agreed happily. During the dinner, the two continued to talk about the immortal way, and the atmosphere was harmonious. After three rounds of wine, Zhen Yuan Daxian suddenly said: "Brother, I see that you have extraordinary cultivation and extraordinary temperament. Why don't we become brothers and discuss the immortal way together?"

Li Yi was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately stood up and saluted: "It is my dream to become a brother with the Immortal."

So, the two burned incense and swore brotherhood in Wuzhuang Temple, and from then on they called each other brothers. Li Yi stayed in Wuzhuang Temple for a few more days, discussing Taoism with Zhenyuan Daxian every day, and their relationship became closer. In the end, Li Yi returned with the ginseng fairy tea given by Zhenyuan Daxian, and his heart was full of hope for the future and cherishment of this fairy fate.