"Where is that person now?"

Taizong did not answer this question at all.

He raised his foot and stomped it down.

The pillars of Chenglong Palace were broken, the soles of the emperor's feet were sunken, and a big sun slowly emerged from behind him.

Xu Qingke's eyes were burning.

The blazing light scattered everywhere, but it did not shoot into the three-foot range in front of him.

The two "Nirvana practitioners" of Daozong and Lingshan each stretched out a hand to block him.

The light of the sun is extremely dazzling and constantly overflows. The emperor is like a god standing above the clouds, carrying the sun, moon and stars, towering on it, and cannot be looked directly at.

The white-haired strategist looked at the sun.

His eyes were still calm, without temperature...

The sound continues.

"As you can see, practitioners of the third method of immortality are all amazing figures."

"The soul after reincarnation is extremely fragile and cannot be compared with the realm of heaven before his death... Therefore, the third technique of immortality requires a guide."

Beside Xu Qingke, the lay Buddhist of Lingshan Dazhigushan and Pope Chen Yi, were burning more and more vigorously on the foreheads of the two people, and the sense of time in their eyes became heavier and heavier.

It's like a transformation.

Faded the old shell.

Reborn.

Chen Yi and Mr. Wushan are both practitioners of the "Eternal Life Art". The guest living in their bodies is different from the powerful powers who twist fire and sit and forget. The memory of the "previous life" does exist, and when they need it... this power will be released.

Chen Yi entered Tiandu three times.

No one has ever been discovered.

No one even doubted it.

Because this is the secret that only a few people know.

The emperor stared at the young man in azure blue Taoist robe with a sad look. There was a person beside him who practiced the "third technique of immortality". The woman accompanied him through a "very long" period of youth, and the impression left was so deep that he could not forget even if he ascended to the True Dragon Emperor. In the following hundreds of years, the most things he did in his practice were nostalgia and remembrance.

On the Hongshan Plateau, Jiuling Yuansheng once asked himself.

Remember the oath I made.

The emperor's answer is to remember.

He remembered all his oath to the woman, without a single word.

But she is a "quanke" and a sea royal family hanging upside down by the demon clan.

He simply doesn't believe in "reincarnation".

The emperor tried hard to stare at Chen Yi, trying to see something from the boy's face that could prove that he was not wrong... The third technique of immortality is so absurd and ridiculous... If there is really a third technique of immortality, if there is really a "reincarnation", then wouldn't he be wrong from the beginning...

He closed his eyes, his breath was a little unstable.

After six hundred years of practice, his heart of Tao is like glass, pure and pure.

Even if the sky collapses and the ground collapses, he will not be shaken at all... And now, because of Xu Qingke's words, his Taoist heart actually shook for a moment.

...

...

When Xu Qingke saw this scene, he keenly captured the ups and downs of the emperor's aura.

The corners of the white-haired counselor's lips were slightly raised.

This is exactly what he intends to...

How to kill a saint.

When an unreasonable and cruel man like Xu Zang appeared, stabbed the saint with a sword, leaving the other party with blood... all he had to do was to spread the wounds flowing out of the blood bit by bit.

Make this injury bigger.

Let the pain of skin cleavage into the heart of Tao.

From body to soul.

Now... it's not enough.

Xu Qingke continued: "After the plunder of the west, the Great Sui Iron Cavalry returned to the court without stopping for a long time, and immediately marched eastward... The Buddhist temple in the east was pushed down and collapsed. The dilapidated temples left by the Great Lakes in the East were actually not done by ghost cultivators, but were blasted down by the Iron Cavalry who accompanied you to the eastward expedition."

"You defeated Dongtu like you fought against Sanqing Pavilion..."

The emperor's breathing sound became heavy. He looked at the white robe and said coldly: "Is this also a genius who practices the third technique of immortality?"

Xu Qingke shook his head.

"Jiaoshan...is a mountain in my hometown."

Xu Qingke smiled and said, "The third method of immortality is not easy to practice. Apart from Taoist sect Taiyi and Chen Tuan, there is no third person who has succeeded in practicing... When I was very young, I practiced on that mountain and picked tea."

Taizong frowned.

He couldn't see through Xu Qingke.

Every word the white-haired counselor said made him feel confused.

Xu Qingyan, who was sitting in the imperial hall, had a little confused look on her eyes... She couldn't understand what her brother was talking about...

When I was very young, I practiced in Wushan and picked tea...

The brother and sister have lived in remote and remote cities since childhood, and have hardly seen mountains... let alone pick tea.

In Xu Qingke's sleeves, the bamboo slip emitting a faint golden light was hidden in the abacus. The light gradually overflowed and filled his sleeves. His eyes were filled with some memories and continued to whisper:

"Everything has spirits, so I have known many interesting 'things', creatures on Mount Kou, every flower and a grass, a bird and a tree..."

He smiled and said, "It was not until one day I walked out of there and came to this world that I realized that they were originally called 'demons'. Before I activated the spiritual wisdom, no one would regard them as enemies. After activated the spiritual wisdom... Ping Yaosi would hunt these 'demons'."

The forehead of the lay Buddhist Lushan was not only a faint fire of Taoism.

There was also a blade of grass shaking, turning into a phantom.

"I told a frost grass on Mount Wu that all things have spirits. If you have a heart, plants and trees can become sanctified."

Xu Qingke lowered his eyebrows and smiled and said, "I have activated the spirit for him and taught him the third technique of immortality... Whether he practices or not... this is his fate."

Speaking of this, there is no need to continue talking about it.

This is simply a ridiculous story.

Taizong didn't have the patience to continue listening. He looked at the man in white robe and said hoarsely: "The grass and trees are open to the spirits. Do you know that if you come to Chenglong Palace today, the punishment will be reduced to the entire Lingshan."

Mr. Wushan looked at the emperor, shook his head, and smiled calmly:

"You have been suffering for a long time."

A frost grass enlightens the spirit, practices the art of immortality, and achieves the body of Nirvana...

How long has it been?

How long has this white-haired strategist lived?

"When I was young, there were many creatures growing on Mount Kou, flowers, plants, birds and beasts, thriving, lush, and many years after separation... I don't know how there is now." Xu Qingke raised his eyebrows and said, "I have not only Mount Kou, but also many other mountains..."

When this white-haired strategist said this, he began to slowly report the name of the mountain.

"Chirong Mountain... Lingxu Mountain... Luoxia Mountain... Yilin Mountain..."

Emperor Taizong has never heard of these mountain names.

The emperor had no idea what Xu Qingke wanted to say.

He stared coldly at the white-haired counselor whose lips were rising upwards.

After talking about more than ten hills in a row, Xu Qingke finally paused. He smiled and said, "You must have never heard of it. After all, you have ignored a place when you are fighting in the east and west..."

The emperor was stunned.

Xu Qingke stretched out a finger and pointed to the south behind the emperor.

"There are 100,000 mountains in my hometown!"

Xu Qingke's voice was decisive and murderous intent.

His smile no longer gentle at this moment.

"You... guess who I am?"

The thin man with white hair slowly raised the abacus in his hand, raised his arms, and the jade beads fell one by one, and the big beads fell on the jade plate and smashed the hall, turning into a shiny black and white ink air, flying around his clothes.

In his hand, only a golden bamboo slip was left.

The "Bone Plain" in Ning Yi's body kept trembling.

He leaned against the hall pillar, his lips dry, and his eyes gathered on Xu Qingke's hand... The golden bamboo slip resonated with the white bone plain.
To be continued...