Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 725

Two streaks of light, one red and one white, fell on the top of the mountain, revealing the figures of Mo Qiu and Wan Xiang.

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking down, you can see the scene in the forest below.

There is a simple courtyard in the forest, fences woven with bamboo and wood, houses built with wooden slats, simple yet full of attention to detail.

There is an open space behind the yard.

In the open space, two people are fighting.

A man with a majestic body and an ancient face, dressed in animal skin clothes, is Taihao, the patriarch of the ancestors.

He is bare-handed, his body is tossing and turning, his fists, feet and claws are changing, every move is exquisite, and there is a whistling wind whistling.

Obviously when making a move, there is a lot of energy inside.

The opponent is a child.

The child has red lips and white teeth, only five or six years old. He is dressed in clean white clothes, like Taoist robes and strong clothes, and holds a scarlet sword.

The sword danced in his hands into a ball of red light, sometimes delicate like a dragon, sometimes nimble like a fox, changing in thousands of ways, with a certain degree of movement and stillness.

Although he is young, when he unfolds his martial arts, he has the demeanor of a master like Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.

Facing Taihao's fist, he did not lose the wind.

"Zheng!"

The long sword trembled slightly, and suddenly a mass of red light exploded.

Taihao's face turned serious, he didn't dare to resist it for a while, his palms froze, and he transformed into many palm shadows, and waves of strength blasted from the air.

"Kill the sword from the fire!"

The child's eyes were dignified, and with a draw of the long sword, the person followed the sword, turning into a red light and shuttled through the air, cutting hundreds of thousands of marks in an instant.

"good!"

Taihao's spirit was shaken, he couldn't help shouting, and at the same time flicked his fingers, all of a sudden there were phantoms around him, colliding with the sword light.

"Ding……"

"Dangdang!"

The sound of collisions is endless, like rain hitting a pipa, rushing and melodious continuously.

"Peng!"

With a loud noise, the two retreated separately.

"Haha..." Taihao looked up to the sky and laughed, with a happy face:

"Shang'er, you are really smart and extraordinary. The Lihuo Killing Sword in your hand can already arouse the real fire in your body, and it is about to become a sword of its own."

"At that time, even I will have to avoid the edge for a while."

"Uncle Taihao has won the award." The boy also had an excited face, but although he was young, he had a good temper, so he forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart:

"Shang'er has made such progress, all thanks to the teaching of the master and the training of all the uncles."

"You!" Taihao stretched out his hand and nodded, shaking his head again and again:

"It's not necessarily a good thing to have such a stable temper at a young age, and it's not necessarily a bad thing to have a wild personality sometimes."

"I don't know how Moqiu taught you to have such a personality."

"What?" At this moment, Mo Qiu's voice came:

"Patriarch Taihao is blaming me?"

"How dare, how dare." Taihao turned around, smiled and cupped his hands:

"It's just looking at the appearance of Mr. Jiang Shang, I'm not used to it. The children in the clan are all bully-like."

Mo Qiu and the two didn't deliberately hide their breath, Jiang Shang didn't notice it when he was young, but he knew early on that someone was watching from the sidelines.

"The fire force in Shang'er's body is fierce, and it will also make his personality more irritable. This is not a good thing for him." Mo Qiu explained with a smile:

"If you have a calmer personality, you can also suppress one or two."

"Master!"

Seeing Mo Qiu, Jiang Shang's eyes lit up, and he bowed his hands in a solemn voice, with a respectful attitude and a well-mannered manner, he really looked like a little adult.

However, there is still a little curiosity in the sight of Vientiane.

Obviously the child's xinxing is still there.

Since he was born, he has not seen many living people, only a few elders, priests, Taihao Moqiu and others from the survivors of the ancestors.

The others are all phantoms evolved by Master.

"Is he Jiang Shang?"

Vientiane frowned:

"age……"

"I have a method, but it can be a dream for thousands of years." Mo Qiu said:

"So although Shang'er is young, his soul is not weak. He has experienced eighteen years in the illusion of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, so he can't be regarded as an ordinary child."

As for the flesh.

Jiang Shang's current cultivation base has reached the completion of the Dao Foundation, so it is easy to make himself look a few years older.

Actually.

He is not yet old.

The body is five or six years old, the mind is seventeen or eighteen, and the actual age is less than one year old, which can be regarded as a strange story.

"A dream for a thousand years." Everything is clear.

There are quite a few spells of this kind in the Taiyi sect, but it is extremely difficult to cast them on a newborn child without hurting its delicate soul.

Even Nascent Soul Daoist, it won't work.

However, Quanzhen Dao is already good at the mystic art of soul and soul, and it is not surprising that Mo Qiu often surprises people with unpredictable strength.

"Shang'er!"

Mo Qiu waved at Jiang Shang:

"Come here to see your Uncle Wanxiang."

"Yes." Jiang Shangying said, stepped forward and knelt down on one knee:

"Kowtow to see everything..."

"Don't!"

Wan Xiang stretched out his hand to stop him, and slowly shook his head:

"This, I can't bear it."

"Actually, Wan also wants to join the Quanzhen sect, so I don't know whether Daoist Mo will accept me, who is too old as an apprentice?"

"If it works, I'm still your junior brother, so I don't deserve this obeisance."

As he spoke, he looked at Mo Qiu.

"Um?"

Don't ask to be stunned, with a puzzled face:

"Friend Daoist Wan, this is..."

"Wan Mou sincerely thinks so." Wan Xiang showed a dignified expression:

"Mo Daoist doesn't need to mind his mentor. Wan has already obtained the permission of the suzerain before. If he wants to leave the main peak, he can do so at any time."

"This..." Mo Qiu frowned and asked:

"Why?"

Compared with the main line of Taiyi Sect, Quanzhen Taoism has a shallow background, and the path of Vientiane Taoism has been determined, and it is impossible to change to Quanzhen Taoism, so there is really no need to switch to the sect.

What's more, it is still impossible to ask for a teacher.

"I want to stay."

Vientiane retracted his gaze and sighed softly:

"Before Wan entered the Tao, there was a regret that he failed to protect the people of one side. This was a knot in his heart, so he didn't plan to go back this time."

"Mo Daoist, Wanmou worshiped the Quanzhen Dao because he was sincere and without adulteration. If the Daoist doesn't believe it, you can search the spirit."

He has a serious expression on his face.

When she was advanced to the Nascent Soul, she was lost in the illusion. In order to get out of trouble, Wanxiang made a big oath to protect the safety of the people.

Today, even if I wish, it is also to make up for the regrets of the past.

And staying as a disciple of Quanzhen Dao is naturally far more appropriate than staying as a disciple of the main line of Taiyi Sect.

In this regard, Mo Qiu was only a little surprised and came back to his senses.

He had long discovered that Wanxiang, as the Grandmaster of Jindan, had a different kind of compassion from other monks towards ordinary people who buried Longtian.

Half sympathy, half nostalgia.

It's normal to stay and protect one side.

but……

"Don't mention the matter of apprenticeship." Mo Qiu waved his hand, thought for a while and said:

"If a fellow Taoist is really willing to join the Quanzhen Dao, Mo can accept you as his junior, but he will have to report this matter to the Ming Sect Master after all."

"Do you think so, Fellow Daoist?"

"Okay!" Wan Xiang's eyes lit up, and he cupped his fists at Mo Qiu:

"Wanxiang, I have met my brother!"

"Haha..." Mo Qiu said with a smile:

"Wan... Junior brother, don't be like this. Whether the suzerain will agree to this matter is still a matter of opinion. If the main vein is less than one Yuanying, the elder may not be willing."

"Brother, you are too worried." Wan Xiang shook his head:

"Taiyi Sect is not a place where strong people find it difficult, and the suzerain has long known that Wanmou has other ambitions, and has advised me to change my path before."

"If so, that's just right."

Don't beg to nod:

"But you really don't intend to leave?"

"Not bad." Wanxiang said seriously:

"I still hope that the Taoist Lord will complete it!"

Don't ask to show your face and ponder.

…………

Wanxiang has made up his mind, and he has nothing to say. Although he is a little regretful, it is a very good thing for the Zanlongtian Human Race.

Taihao was excited.

Different from the human race who buried the dragon, the method of cultivation in the yang world has been accumulated for millions of years, and it has already been completed under Huashen.

Don't see you.

Jiang is still under his age, but he is already comparable to a dragon of the seventh rank.

If it was raised by the survivors of the ancestors, it would never be so fast.

Moreover, they are proficient in all mysteries, supernatural powers, and martial arts. If they can be passed on, the human race can also add another method in addition to the dragon transformation technique.

not to mention.

Mo Qiuchuan and Wanxiang Doumu Sealing Method, even if according to what Wanxiang said, this method is difficult and obscure, I am afraid that it will be difficult to comprehend as much as Mo Qiu in a lifetime.

But you can always use some of the power of the heavenly soldiers.

When Jiang Shang really came of age, he was able to teach this method, and the survivors of the ancestors learned the methods of cultivation, dragon transformation, and heavenly soldiers, and their heritage doubled.

Can also live better.

Walking on the mountain path, Taihao, who was in a good mood, remembered something, and said slowly:

"During this time, Emperor Ku, the lord of the Qifei Palace, had contacted us in private, intending to bypass you and form a covenant with us."

"Oh." Mo Qiu's face remained unchanged:

"Has the patriarch promised?"

"No." Taihao shook his head, his expression froze:

"Non-my family, its heart must be different."

"That Emperor Ku is a ghost after all, just like the Dragon Clan who buried the Dragon Heaven, he will never be sincere to humans like us."

"En." Mo Qiu nodded:

"Having said that, it's still a long way from the Dragon Burial Heaven to the Yangshi where we live, and we need to go through the Underworld and the Xuanyou Cave Heaven."

"Where is Di Ku, you can't omit it."

"Yes!" Tai Hao sighed softly:

"Fortunately, the lord of the Qifei Palace is still in trouble, and he may need to use us to collect the blood essence of the dragon clan, so it will also provide us with some convenience."

"For example, some methods of exorcising souls and ghosts."

In this regard, even if Mo Qiu is a Quanzhen Daoist, he is not as good at it as ghosts from the underworld.

"arrive!"

When he came to the place, Taihao stopped, stretched out his hand and pointed forward:

"Mo Daoist, the Supreme Elder is waiting inside. After you have talked, go forward and cross the two hills before you can leave."

"I wait……"

"See you soon!"

Mo Qiu stopped and looked back at Jiang Shang and Wanxiang who followed.

Jiang Shang's eyes were red, his nose twitched, and he was full of reluctance. Immediately, he was embraced by Wanxiang, patted his shoulder lightly, and didn't dare to look at Moqiu at all.

For parting, this young man has not yet adapted.

"Brother."

Moqiu sighed softly and looked at Vientiane:

"Shang'er's experiences in the world are all the evolution of the illusion of my heart, which is different from the complexity of the real human heart. Please take care of him."

"Don't worry." Vientiane's positive color should be:

"As long as I don't die, Shang'er will be fine."

"No need to do that." Mo Qiu shook his head lightly, and finally said:

"I will find a way to re-enter this world as soon as possible."

With that said, he stepped into the cave ahead.

Before leaving.

The Supreme Elder of the survivors of the ancestors must meet him, but he doesn't know why?