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In the light, a young man walked up the steps of the sky step by step, and when he reached the huge mountain gate, there was heavy snow and mist.

In the green lake pavilion outside the mountain gate, there are a few cranes in front of the gate, standing alone in the cold wind, with frosty green cypresses, and a few spotted deer below to shelter from the wind and rain.

The young man thought, this might be the Immortal Cave Mansion.

The snow on the top of Xiqiao Mountain does not melt all year round, and there is no manual sweeping outside the mountain gate. The snow is as high as the boy's knees, and he can only stand on the steps in a daze.

This year, Xiqiao Mountain was lonely, and the Taoists in the Taoist temple were also worried about their livelihood. The previous masters were mediocre, and the two celestial masters were amazing. Since then, prosperity has turned into decline.

Many Taoists couldn't stand the hardships in the mountains, and they resigned from their old age and left the vulgar early. For this reason, those old Taoists who were still sitting in the Guantian Temple could only go from behind the scenes to the front of the stage.

After presiding over these trivial matters, the boy waited for a long time but no one came out of the cave. The icy wind blew the ground and made the boy shiver.

Just as the young man was blindfolded, he saw the originally closed door suddenly opened, and after that, a Taoist dressed in black looked at him quietly.

He seemed to remember the man saying: "Boy, why are you stopping here?"

He bowed in a dignified manner, and said, "I want to learn fairy arts." The Taoist laughed loudly.

Holding the boy's hand, he walked through the entrance into the main hall.

For decades, the Taoist man in black gave him a sword, taught him sword skills, and imparted Taoism.

He has accomplished great Taoism, traveled all over the world, witnessed the melting of the North Sea, walked through the Gu area of ​​the Miao border, visited strange beasts in all directions, and experienced the wonders of heaven and earth.

In the end, he returned to the mountain where he had been raised for [-] years, faced the cliff of the mountain, rang the bell and asked, sitting for more than [-] years.

He still remembered that day, when he stepped into the hall, there was green smoke curling up everywhere.

The teacher stood with his back in front of the statue of Sanqing, dressed in black as he had been decades ago.