The pure warm streamer, like the dreamlike stars and rain, represents the reverse flow of certain laws of [truth], and all living beings are gradually recovering, but Wei Yuan looked at the young Taoist who appeared in front of him in disbelief, and subconsciously moved forward After taking a few steps, he stopped again, as if the majestic Yuxu Yuanshi Tianzun felt a little fear at this moment.

What are you afraid of?

Afraid that the scene in front of you is actually just an illusion, just a dreamlike bubble?

Or is it that you are afraid of yourself and just move forward, and everything you see in front of you will disappear invisible?

The young Taoist quietly looked at Wei Yuan, watching the recovery of thousands of people behind him with the concept of completely destroying the myth of the real part, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

With a gentle smile, he said, "Well done, Yuan."

Wei Yuan whispered: "Teacher..."

He saw the sleeves of the young Taoist priest rolled up in front of him, and saw that his body was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred when the light and dust flowed.

The field where the concept of "truth" mythology is fully developed.

Equivalent to a fleeting realization of the real world.

The young Taoist in front of him is just such a product. It is because Wei Yuan completely distorted and shattered this mythological concept, so he made him appear by mistake. This also means that when the laws of these real mythological concepts are exhausted, At that time, the boy in front of him will also leave.

The young man Zhang Jiao held a nine-segment staff and walked forward step by step, his figure was swaying like a mist. Annoyed and annoyed: "However, your sword just now did not show mercy at all."

"It still hurts a little bit."

The young Taoist looked at his disciple.

He stood side by side with Wei Yuan. At this moment, the invincible Yuanshi Tianzun seemed to have become the weak child back then.

Wei Yuan said: "Teacher, you...can't you stay?"

The young Taoist shook his head, and said freely, "This body is just an illusion, Yuan, can't you see it clearly?"

He pointed to the sky and said with a smile: "Of course, I will also fulfill the duties of the Daoist sect."

"My last strength will be with you."

"Chang Tian is dead, Huang Tian shall stand."

"Teacher has to find his own 'road'. As for this era, I have already felt it when the power of that **** was released. It's a pity, a pity, if I can be born in this era, then I will Go open a medical center, take in a few apprentices, and then select one or two from these apprentices to inherit the Taoism, and the work of curing diseases and saving lives can be completed."

With a trace of yearning, the young Taoist said with emotion:

"Hey, tell me, teacher, it should be okay for me to be a small lecturer in some university, right?"

"Hey, in fact, it's enough to eat and drink enough to teach a few more disciples every day." The young Taoist babbled.

"Come sit down and talk for a while."

He heard his disciples tell the story of this era, heard his disciples talk about the Yellow Turban Army after his death, and heard him say that later generations call these peasants who want to take back the food they planted and the fruits of their labor and cannot survive as "thieves". Talk about the changes of the present era, and talk about the current era of more and more abundant products.

The young Taoist had an undisguised look of yearning on his face.

Those eyes seemed to be inhabited by stars.

Wei Yuan blurted out: "Teacher, you can stay..."

Zhang Jiao laughed and said, "What are you doing here?"

Do what you want to do.

Wei Yuan couldn't speak, Zhang Jiao just laughed a few times.

He stood up, his face with some baby fat was already full of satisfaction.

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang's "Princes and generals have a kindness" is just because they are dissatisfied with being bullied.

Their purpose is to become a new batch of princes and generals.

And this person has been practicing Taoism for more than ten years, and there are many high-ranking officials and dignitaries among his disciples and believers.

But he has never enjoyed extravagance in his life, never married a wife, left no descendants, has been called a "thief" for thousands of years, and is buried like a thin coffin without any burial things. The world is prosperous, and I want the people to get back what they want.

At this moment, he seemed to have obtained what he most expected.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening.

He patted Wei Yuan on the shoulder, stepped forward, and the nine-jointed stick pressed against the ground, making a crisp sound. Wei Yuan lowered his hands and eyes, and opened his mouth. He didn't say anything, didn't do anything, and didn't hold back. It's just that my heart was blocked for a long time, and the sound of the footsteps and the nine-stalk staff disappeared.

The avenue is like the blue sky, and now I can finally see it.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, his mind was gloomy.

Suddenly a palm fell from the sky, pressed it on his hair, and rubbed it vigorously.

The gentle voice of the young Taoist came:

"Don't always look so listless and sick."

"brat."

Yuanshi Tianzun sat cross-legged on the bluestone, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and his white hair fell down from his temples.

On the taoist robe on his body, golden lines were outlined with pure cause and effect, which were ever-changing, mysterious and luxurious.

Holding a nine-section stick behind his back, the young Taoist priest in a worn-out Taoist robe bowed slightly, stroking his disciple's hair.

There was some headache in the young Taoist's tone, and he said, "Oh...it's always like this."

"Let me guess, after all these years, no one has comforted you anymore?"

His tattered taoist sleeves hang down on Wei Yuan's black hair, and he has spent his entire life fighting here, beheading demons and miasmas, fighting gods, and beheading demons. With a single sword that spans 30,000 miles from the jade dragon and snow python, his sharpness is unmistakable. Yuanshi Tianzun, who never retreated, Zhang Jiao patted his hair, with a gentle voice and a warm smile, and said: "Well, the teacher is here to praise you."

"A Yuan, you have actually done a good job."

"It's a blessing, and it's amazing."

"Doesn't it hurt when you're hurt?"

"Hmm, let the teacher take a look. It's very strong. It's already a true cultivation for thousands of years."

He patted Wei Yuan's hair and paused:

"Teacher thinks it's really great that I can accept you as an apprentice in my whole life."

Yuanshi Tianzun's Taoist robe, which contains the flow of cause and effect, fluttered slightly.

The only one who will comfort and praise Yuanshi Tianzun.

There are countless people in the world who respect and fear me,

But how many people can do this?

The tattered Taoist robe was retracted, Zhang Jiao held the nine-section staff, untied the burden on the back, untied the girdle on the waist, the wide sleeve robe covered the wind, the great virtuous teacher recited the Taiping Sutra, and when he retracted his right hand, slowly Slowly dissipating and turning into light dust, mixed with the flowing wind, stepping out step by step, smiling and saying to himself: "This life is complete, although I have regrets, but I have nothing else to ask for."

"Maybe, I can also go to seek the way."

Wei Yuan raised his head and saw that the tattered Taoist robe made of hundreds of thousands of common people's clothes scattered from the young Taoist priest's body, and the yellow long scarf danced violently and merged into the sky. Stick straw shoes, with a stick in one hand, step by step in the void, step by step, disappearing invisible, but also has a certain calmness.

The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established. The year is Jiazi, and the world will be happy.

But it is also the culprit of a great virtuous teacher.

How can there be peace?

Who is healthy?

Wei Yuan was silent for a long time, bowed slowly, and cupped his hands in the direction where the young Taoist disappeared, and didn't get up for a long time.

Above the sky, Huang Tianqing's clouds rolled endlessly, vast and majestic, as if they had turned into figures, as if it was just an illusion, and spanning thousands of years, the most decisive young Taoist in the era of the last years of Yan Han , finally ushered in his final peace and destination.

 …

a moment ago.

The change of the yellow cloud above the head is too vast and magnificent. It is so imposing that it almost seems to turn the entire sky upside down, and then smash down crazily in one breath. It changes and flows rapidly with the entire sky, so that any creature can feel its own insignificance.

Liu Niu raised his head, and suddenly froze in a daze.

Then, having lost his memory, he suddenly took a step forward subconsciously, and subconsciously shouted: "The sky is dead!"

"Huang Tian should stand!"

The shrill and decisive voice startled Jingwei next to her. She turned around and looked at the man who seemed to be crazy. She saw this man who had lost his memory for thousands of years suddenly raised a weapon, as if As if they were going to participate in some battle, they roared almost instinctively: "Go, go, all go to the back!"

"The great virtuous teacher has left!"

"You can't all stay here, rush out, rush out, you can always find a way out!"

"Walk!"

He kept running around, constantly making everyone stand up, like a fierce tiger that was suddenly awakened, as if he finally woke up from a sleep that had been sleeping for thousands of years, and frantically asked everyone: "Have you ever seen Shuigouzi? Where is he? Sili, where is Sili?!"

"where is he?!"

"He is not in good health! Let you take care of him!"

"Don't die! Everyone take up weapons, don't die! Don't die here!"

His movements froze suddenly, and suddenly he raised the spear in his right hand and said angrily, "Yellow Turban Army!"

"March!"

The yellow entangled on the spear fluttered violently, like a fierce flame, like a heart of resistance that has not been extinguished for thousands of years, and finally fell down, like a crazy appearance, which scared everyone , no one responded, only the spear standing alone in this era.

Like an abandoned son who has been abandoned long ago~lightnovelpub.net~Liu Niu was panting violently.

Jingwei restrained his worries and stepped forward: "Uncle Sili...are you awake?" Her voice stopped abruptly.

Seeing that the face of the **** general had already burst into tears unknowingly, his black eyes were flushed, and he choked up and said:

"Great and virtuous teacher..."

'Hey, my name is Zhang Jiao. '

'Would you like to come with me? '

‘You can have a full meal. '

'Everyone is full. '

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