Chapter 398 People in the Dream Back then

The silver-haired Taoist, who was as handsome as an eighteen-year-old boy, arrived at the foot of Mount Li with a large wooden chest on his back.

Mount Li is a very beautiful mountain.

Its beauty stems from its magnificent mountains.

In a sense, it was quite similar to Ya Qishan, which had the Lunar Temple.

However, the difference was that Ya Qi Mountain was extremely ferocious and ferocious, carrying a sense of aloofness that was aloof from strangers.

However, the majesty of Mount Li is a kind of calm and majesty. You can see from afar, but you want to be close to it.

The Taoist who stood at the foot of the mountain gate and looked up at the wonders of this world did not have time to taste it. Two sword-wielding disciples dressed in white clothes walked up and said, "This Taoist priest, it is convenient for you to be from Mount Li Sect. If there is nothing else, please take a detour."

Mount Li was a respectable Sword Dao Sect in this world. Although he didn't dare to say that he held the ears of the bulls under the heavens, apart from the Lunar Temple, Sword Mausoleum, Dragon Hidden Temple, and Green Lotus Temple, there were four extraordinary monuments that could not be ignored in the name of the top three sects in the world.

Being a disciple of such a sect, and being able to be so calm and even talk to an ordinary passer-by with such a pleasant expression, it could be seen how skilled Li Mountain's upper echelons were in teaching disciples.

The Taoist carrying a wooden chest the size of his body slightly cupped his hands towards the two disciples at that time and said kindly, "I would like to request to see your sect's Wang Jianxian. I hope that the two of you can pass on the news."

When the two disciples heard the words Wang Jianxian, their expressions immediately changed.

Mount Li was a world-famous Sword Sect. Although there were many Sword Immortals, there was only one Wang Jianxian.

It was the Sect Leader of Mount Li. Even though he had left the position of Sect Leader and was cultivating quietly on the peak of the mountain, the status of this Supreme Elder was incomparably lofty. No one in Mount Li could compare to him.

Although the two of them were hesitant, they did not dare to neglect this Daoist. Even if he was only one in ten thousand likely to be an old friend of the Supreme Elder, then this crime was not something they could afford to bear.

"You two don't need to be embarrassed. I'll wait here. Go report my name to him, Wei Changming. He will come out to see me." The Taoist was reasonable and said with a smile at that time.

Seeing that this Taoist was so sure, the two disciples were even more terrified. They hurriedly welcomed the Taoist into the sect's guest hall and served tea. Only then did they send people to the mountain to report the news.

Although Mount Li was tall, the disciple in charge of the communication must be someone with strong legs. One round trip and less than two hours later, he was able to respond.

At that time, Wang Jianxian's personal disciple personally came to the palace hall and respectfully welcomed the Taoist to the mountain gate. During this period, he did not forget to praise the two disciples who were guarding the mountain gate. They behaved appropriately and did not neglect the noble.

…

It was as if he knew that this person was extraordinary, or perhaps the Supreme Elder had already told him that he had sent the Taoist to the entrance of Wang Jianxian's secluded mansion and pushed him down.

However, Taoist was not in a hurry to enter the manor. Instead, he carefully sized up the manor that this old man lived in outside the manor.

Naturally, it wasn't the luxurious attire of a wealthy mortal wearing gold and silver. However, regardless of whether it was the materials used or the architectural style, it was extremely exquisite. It didn't reveal its sharpness, but revealed a majestic aura that originated from the bones.

Daoist couldn't help but nod when he saw this.

He's still him.

Dignified, graceful, but not aggressive.

"Come in. What's so good about this shabby thatched cottage?" The Taoist looked carefully, but the old man in the room was clearly getting impatient. His voice came from inside the room.

"It's still this temperament." Hearing this, the Taoist shook his head and muttered.

But at that time, he took a step forward and walked towards the entrance of the manor.

A white-robed figure was sitting on the ground with his back facing him. A snow-white silver thread casually scattered over his shoulders.

Although they hadn't seen each other for a hundred years, the Taoist still recognized this person as the old friend from his back.

"I didn't expect you to come looking for me." The old man clearly knew the arrival of the Taoist. As he said this, he slowly stood up and immediately turned around.

At this moment, the Taoist could clearly see the other party's appearance.

It was an aged face. There were wrinkles, vicissitudes, and white hair on it. Although they could still vaguely see the elegance of the past, they were still old in the end.

However, that person did not seem to see the exclamation in the Taoist's eyes. Instead, he handed a wine cup to the Taoist at that time.

The Taoist sniffed. The pungent smell assaulted his taste buds, making him somewhat dazzled.

"Wine?" He looked up at the old man in front of him and asked.

"Of course it's wine. Men don't drink alcohol. Could it be that you want me to drink tea with you?" The old man responded naturally, his eyes shining craftily. He knew that Taoists almost never drank alcohol.

The Taoist naturally knew that he did it on purpose, but he didn't give him face in the end.

Therefore, after a slight hesitation, he raised his head and drank all the sake.

"Tell me, what can I do for you?" Seeing that the Taoist was like this, the old man laughed heartily. Then, he sat down beside the couch in the room and asked loudly.

"Haven't seen you for a hundred years, can't I just come and see you?" Daoist's expression changed slightly as he asked.

"Of course, but if you didn't ask me, how could you drink this glass of wine so straightforwardly?" As the old man spoke, he didn't forget to blink at the Taoist, "Sometimes, your enemies know you better than you do."

Taoist was silent.

After pondering for a while, he looked at the old man and said, "I have not given the immortal a seal."

When the old man heard this, the smile on his face suddenly froze. After a while, he revealed a bitter smile. "I'm afraid that only one of the things that millions of cultivators have chased for thousands of years can reach that level, and only you can reject this step."

Yes, but as he said, all of this only happened to Taoists, and it was both unexpected and reasonable.

"Sure enough, you still can't forget Ah Yan … You've become a True Immortal, you can't take revenge, but if you don't become a True Immortal, you won't be able to take revenge either. This is a dead end." The old man said.

Only then did the Taoist walk to the low couch, put down the huge wooden box on his back, and sat down opposite the old man.

"The paths are all made by people. Who said there is only one path that leads to the heavens?" Daoist replied calmly.

The old man's heart trembled slightly when he heard this, but his face remained calm as he said, "So you found a way?"

"I've been to the Great Abyss Mountain and met the Monster Clan's Grand Monarch." The Daoist replied with an odd tone.

No one else could understand, and neither could the old man.

"Did he show you a bright path?" He asked casually.

"Yes." The Daoist's answer was unexpected.

"Oh?" The old man pretended to drink a glass of wine lightly and forcefully suppressed the ups and downs in his heart. In the end, he did not want to fall into a disadvantageous position in front of this old friend who had fought with him for half his life.

"Then what is your request?" The old man didn't want to dwell on this topic. It wasn't that he wasn't curious. It was just that after all these years, he had thought of many things. The things he had thought about in the past had long since faded away. Otherwise, how could he chat with this Taoist here?

"Speaking of which, I'm a little embarrassed to speak." The Taoist hesitated.

"You have always been shameless. Just say it." The old man didn't like Taoist's shyness and sneered at him at that time.

Hearing this, the Taoist hesitated for a while before saying, "I want to ask for something from you."

"What is it?" The old man asked.

The Taoist paused for a moment, as if he still felt that it was inappropriate. Only when the old man revealed a trace of impatience did he gritted his teeth and said, "Your sword."

"This?" The old man stretched out his body, and the sound of a sword rang out from somewhere in the room. An ancient sword flew into his hand at that time. He held the sword and swayed it in front of the Taoist as he asked.

"Mm" Daoist nodded with difficulty.

To him, this was an extremely disrespectful matter, especially to this Sword Immortal who was already famous all over the world. To ask for his sword was like stealing a wife and daughter from someone else, it was both despicable and reckless.

But he still had his reasons.

Therefore, as he said this, he began to write a draft in his mind, hoping that the old man in front of him could understand his situation.

However, this thought had just arisen, and the abdominal script hadn't finished writing the beginning in his heart.

"Here you are." The old man's voice suddenly sounded. Then, he stretched out his hand and threw it. At that moment, the divine sword that was as famous as the old man in front of him fell into the hands of the Taoist.

"Huh?" The Taoist who had never thought that this trip would be so smooth was stunned. He looked at the divine sword in his hand, then at the old man in front of him. His eyes blinked again and again, as if he was doubting whether the person in front of him was the person he had known before.

"I don't need him anymore." As for the old man, he seemed to have seen through Daoist's doubts. He waved his hand at Daoist and said.

"No need?" Hearing this, the Taoist was stunned. Then, he seemed to understand something. His expression immediately changed. He looked at the old man sadly and asked, "How long is there left?"

"What?" This time, it was the old man's turn to be puzzled.

"How long can you live?" The Taoist asked again. In his opinion, the only reason a swordsman didn't need his own sword was because the swordsman was about to die.

But who would have thought that the old man who heard this would explode with rage. He pointed at the Taoist and scolded, "I'll live longer than you, Wei Changming. Don't worry, even if you die, I won't die!"

The old man's attitude made the Taoist understand that he was mistaken, so he naturally didn't dare to refute it. He could only ask cautiously, "Then what do you mean?"

The old man smiled faintly and said with a relaxed expression, "I've been thinking about it for a while now. Either you return to the forest or go see Lord King of Hell. Although the world is big, there is no one I know. It's really boring. Rather than that, why don't you agree to the old boy and go to the Sword Mausoleum to guard his grave?"

Although the Taoist who knew more or less about this matter was surprised by the old man's choice, he didn't say anything else. After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "That's good."

"There are all sorts of swords there. If you want this sword, go ahead. But I have to tell you the ugly words. This sword is called Yang Ming. I have accompanied you for more than 130 years. You have to treat him well." The old man said this. At last, he seemed to recall something and asked, "Oh right, don't I remember that you never used your sword? Why did you take it?"

Dense sweat immediately appeared on the Taoist's forehead. He carefully said in an inaudible voice, "Melt… Cast money…"

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