In the quaint courtyard, due to the continuous light rain, green moss grew on the mottled corners of the walls, gathering together soft and fluffy. The spotless bluestone path winds and leads to the second-story courtyard. In a clean and simple house, Zhao Yi was sitting cross-legged on the bed in a Taoist robe. His eyes, which had been closed for a long time, suddenly opened and he was suddenly radiant. He happened to see a big word Tao written on the wall. There are two lines of small characters next to it that read: "Destiny is called nature, spontaneity is called Tao, and cultivating the Tao is called teaching." Long-lost footsteps sounded on the small stone steps that had been silent for a long time. Before anyone outside could speak, Zhao Yi said : "Come in." Shen Congliang limped behind the beautiful figure and called respectfully: "Master." Zhao Yi raised his eyebrows on his kind and amiable face and said: "What's wrong with you." Shen Congliang glanced sideways at Zhao Qingzi and said, "This disciple accidentally fell and got injured." Zhao Yi looked at his limping leg, obviously not believing what he said, and said, "Didn't you encounter anything along the way?" Zhao Qingzi said straightforwardly: "No." Shen Congliang said: "Yes." Zhao Yi was stunned and looked at Shen Congliang full of doubts. Zhao Qingzi stared at Shen Congliang with her beautiful eyes, obviously threatening, if he dared to file a complaint, You must look good. Shen Congliang felt that it was a pleasure to be bullied by a beauty. How dare I make a mistake? I replied respectfully: "Master, I met Xizhao, the eldest daughter of the leader of the demon sect on the way back." Zhao Yi went straight to the point and asked directly: "Who saved you?" "It was a man with a big ax and a surprisingly big belly. I heard his name was Cheng Yaojin." Shen Congliang said seriously. Listening to the master asking so carefully, this matter must be unusual. , the words about rescuing Xiyan came to an abrupt end. Although the two may be inextricably linked, but accidentally let it slip, the person next to me became jealous, which will be enough for me in the future. Bear it. Zhao Yi snorted and said: "Cheng Yaojin, his ability to bluff people has improved greatly in many years, and he actually scared away the witch Xizhao. If he realizes it in the future, it will be enough for him." Shen Congliang asked puzzledly. Said: "Master, I saw with my own eyes that Cheng Yaojin beat that Xizhao away. It was all real skill." Zhao Yi smiled and said: "In the future, you will understand what it means to be a teacher and what Xizhao's cultivation is." Congliang said: "Look at her flying around, she didn't even use weapons, she didn't even show her weapons from beginning to end." Zhao Yi frowned and said: "It seems that her cultivation level is at least as high as the sixth level. , Qing'er, maybe her cultivation level is still higher than yours. "Zhao Qingzi said: "Your precious daughter has also reached the sixth level." Zhao Yi understands that his daughter has been very strong in her life. She will never admit defeat. , turned and sighed softly: "The wilderness is chaotic and silent, the purple energy of the Hongmeng is pregnant with various forms, the dragon gives birth to nine sons to chaos in the three realms, the world of gods and immortals is divided into hell, the devil gives birth to seven daughters to harm the common people, good and evil are reversed and merged into one, is this battle possible? Is it really inevitable? We are all Chinese children. We are born from the same roots. Why should we be too anxious about each other? " Shen Congliang was confused. Why did the master suddenly feel like reciting a poem? He could vaguely feel right. The devil will have a big battle, and he followed the master's words and said: "The world will be divided if it is united for a long time, and it will unite if it is divided for a long time. Kill to stop killing, and a fight will bring peace to everything. There should be a fight." Zhao Yi said: "The reason?" Shen Congliang said: "Instead of constant friction and war every year, it is better to have a thorough cleaning. However, most people can accept insignificant small battles, but cannot tolerate large-scale killings. Don't you know that accumulated over the years, the number of casualties is more than "It's like if a farmer's farm tool is broken and he doesn't want to buy a new one, but he is willing to replace parts day after day." It is more expensive than buying a new one for a few months. For national events such as national events, instead of letting a mediocre emperor rule the world, it is better to have a dynasty change. Although the economy is in recession, social unrest, productivity is declining, and everything is withering, but It only takes a few years for Mingjun Youdao to be able to restore everything and restore it to its original state, and even make the people richer and live in peace and contentment. Just like two people racing, the one who runs first may not reach the finish line first. The current prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty is the best "Example." Zhao Yi showed a smile on his face, thinking that he had indeed seen the right person. Looking at the world, there are only a few people who can see so clearly, but there are probably even fewer who can have such great courage, perseverance and ambition. He felt pitiful and said: "You are right, but it is easier said than done." Shen Congliang suddenly smiled and said: "I am just complaining and speaking quickly, but I am just imitating Zhao Kuo's talk on paper. " Zhao Yi closed his eyes and said: "No.?As for other matters, please step aside. " Shen Congliang lowered his head and replied: "Yes. " Just as he was about to turn around, he heard Zhao Qingzi say: "Dad, look what this is. " "Wu Ming Fan. "Zhao Yi opened his eyes again, reached out to take it, and then stood on the ground and looked at it carefully. He looked over and over for a long time, and suddenly took out a crystal clear stone from his arms, which was emitting blue light and dazzling. The small pebbles have a wide and deep feeling, like looking at the boundless sea. The small house is instantly covered with blue light, like a dream, and there is a feeling of being deep under the water, and it seems to be ringing in the ears. There was a sound of tinkling water in the spring. Shen Congliang turned around and saw the peerless face of his senior sister. Her snow-white clothes were dyed blue, and the light seemed to be flowing continuously. Zhao Yi pressed the stones into the fan and returned it. Before I could react, I heard a crisp sound, like a drop of water falling from a cliff onto a solid rock. With the sound, the blue light disappeared, and the room returned to its original state, as if everything was an illusion. Zhao Yi waved his right hand and opened the fan. Suddenly, the fan exuded a rich purple color, as if it was alive. The light was a little brighter than before, and gradually surrounded Zhao Yi. At the same time, there seemed to be something in the purple. A very small red light, like the blood in human blood vessels, was bright and vivid. This vision did not last long. The purple light disappeared, and Zhao Yi's figure reappeared. He was seen stroking the purple fan handle and sighing. Said: "I didn't expect that the Wuming Fan would also become a blood-refined object. " Shen Congliang said in confusion: "Master, what is a blood-refined thing? " Zhao Yi said: "By injecting your own essence and blood into it, this person will have telepathy with this fan in the future. Even if it is accidentally lost, it will be like a waste in the hands of others. If it is forced by someone with superb cultivation, it can only emit five points of power. , and it is easy to suffer backlash, so no one will take the risk, no matter how powerful it is. " Zhao Qingzi said: "Then it is a waste now. " Zhao Yi shook his head and said: "Otherwise, people who have reached the ninth level can force the essence and blood out of the fan and restore its chaotic nature. However, there are very few people who have reached the ninth level, and they only exist in legends. " Zhao Qingzi said: "My uncle Xiaoyao Zigong has participated in creation and his cultivation is astonishing. He is like a high-ranking god. He should be able to do it. " Zhao Yi said: "No, although your uncle broke through to the eighth level of apparation a hundred years ago, it is difficult to climb to the next level. Do you know that the further you go to practice, the more difficult it is to reach the sky." The harder it is, although fewer people reach the eighth level, they can still witness it, but the ninth level body can walk at will (teleport), which is a legendary existence, and the difference can be imagined. " Shen Congliang said oh, silently. It doesn't seem to make much difference whether he has this precious fan or not. On the contrary, it adds an extra burden. Zhao Yi turned around and asked: "Congliang, where did this fan come from. ¡± Note: There are nine levels in the three-dimensional space. The first level is as fast as flying, the second level is as fast as lightning, the third level is flying in the air (with the help of magic weapons), the fourth level is erratic, the fifth level is about the stars, and the sixth level stands on nothing. The seventh level is about flying in the clouds, the eighth level is about changing shapes, and the ninth level is about moving at will (or teleportation). The first three levels are called Qi training, the middle three levels are called essence refining, and the last three levels are called spirit refining. Every third level of these nine levels is a qualitative leap, and it is also a bottleneck for cultivating immortality and Taoism. People with Qi training and Taoism can live an extra hundred years, and people with Qi and Taoism can live for three hundred more years. People can live five hundred more years.