Life is rootless, floating like dust on the road.

Dispersed and turned with the wind, this is no longer a normal body.

Can you transcend the mundane world by entering the immortal gate?

Can you do whatever you want if you have great supernatural powers?

Where is the soul of Tong Ru, who was so powerful that he could change the world?

What's more, these young people are confused and don't know what to do.

Yan Zhengming had not spoken many words to Tong Ru, but he always had some vague resentment towards his master in his heart. Sometimes he could not help but have wild thoughts: If Tong Ru had not been so nosy and done something like Zuxiatang, he would not have aroused suspicion from others and would not have been involved in the Three Lives Secret Realm.

Even if he entered the Three Lives Secret Realm, if he was not so extreme, not so superstitious about prophets, if he was more content, not so stubborn, listened to his friends' advice, or had fewer unreasonable thoughts in his heart...

Maybe the master wouldn’t die, and wouldn’t end up in the remains of a weasel.

The Fuyao faction will not be unable to recover.

They will be just like those useless and stupid disciples of the White Tiger Villa, with little cultivation and little brains. It is obvious that they have never seen the world. They will definitely mess up when they go out to do things, and a few magic cultivators can make them run around in circles.

No one called him the head, and no one called him senior. He was just a big brother who was not very capable.

However, Yan Zhengming knew Tong Ru best. He had revisited the path Tong Ru had taken many times in the Sect Leader's Seal. Every time he reviewed it, he would tremble for a long time. Holding the Sect Leader's Seal in his hand, he felt like he was walking on an abyss or on thin ice. He dared not relax for even a moment, always reminding himself to learn from others and never follow in the footsteps of his master.

He wants peace, freedom, few desires, and a broad mind...

But at this moment, Yan Zhengming heard Cheng Qian's heartbeat coming from behind him, and all his grudges against Tong Ru suddenly disappeared.

If “undue desires” can be suppressed, how can they arise?

The dam he had built in his heart for a long time was like a pile of sand, precariously pretending to be majestic, and could be broken apart by a single finger. If there was no such moment in a person's life when he felt that the world was upside down and he was willing to be crushed to pieces, what fun would it be even if he ascended to the great way in the future?

"What are you waiting for?" Yan Zhengming heard a voice in his heart asking, "Are you waiting like that fool Tong Ru, until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, until the Yin and Yang separate?"

Yan Zhengming held Cheng Qian's folded hands in front of him and gently pulled his arms apart. In the darkness, he turned around and stared at Cheng Qian's face, restraining himself and whispering, "Do you know how absurd this is? Do you know that this goes against the laws of nature and morality?"

Cheng Qian remained calm: "Master, let me be at ease."

Yan Zhengming: "But Master didn't tell you to indulge yourself! If you indulge your seven emotions and six desires, aren't you afraid that you will be struck by the heavenly calamity when you ascend to heaven?"

Cheng Qian: "Then what kind of Taoism can you be in when you are trapped in your inner demons?"

Yan Zhengming was speechless.

Cheng Qian looked at him and said word by word: "Brother, I am not afraid of the heavenly tribulation, I am only afraid of you."

When Yan Zhengming heard this, his heart pounded. He thought, "It's over. There's no way back."

He stood there for a long time, as if his feet had taken root. His heart did not blossom, but instead he felt an inexplicable sadness.

"Xiao Qian," he finally struggled, "Don't regret it in the future."

Cheng Qian sighed softly and looked at him helplessly: "Brother, please wipe your tears first."

"Come here." Yan Zhengming stretched out his hand and pulled Cheng Qian over. His expression was too tense and he looked a little strangely cold.

With such indifference, he thought: "I'm sorry, Xiao Qian."

Then, he grabbed the back of Cheng Qian's head, leaned over and kissed him. He wanted to just taste him briefly, but he couldn't help himself.

Cheng Qian groaned and instinctively tilted his head back, but was locked tightly by a pair of arms. He felt that his whole body was enveloped by the familiar orchid fragrance. He was a little shocked at first and endured it passively. It was the first time he knew that it was possible to be like this. It was a bit weird and a little uncomfortable, but when he realized who was in front of him, the slight weird feeling suddenly changed.

This sudden and strange intimacy made Cheng Qian's scalp and waist numb, and his spine became as stiff as a hammer. The worldly world, which he had heard of for a long time but never seen in person, wrapped him up tightly. He suddenly felt a strange restlessness in his heart, his throat was dry, and he swallowed involuntarily, feeling as if he should recite the Sutra of Purity and Tranquility.

Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian passionately, thinking, "I am also... sorry to Master."

The inner demon seal between his brows turned into pure cinnabar color unconsciously, and then collected a drop of blood, which sank into his forehead and disappeared. The seal of the leader on his chest suddenly emitted a dazzling white light.

Yan Zhengming suddenly came back to his senses, not knowing what medicine the headmaster had taken again. He rested his forehead on Cheng Qian's shoulder, closed his eyes, and said, "Let's go first. This is not a good place to stay."

Cheng Qian looked Yan Zhengming up and down with a strange expression, still not in the right state: "Did you learn all this from that fake Pure and Tranquil Classic?"

For the first time, he truly felt that this sanctimonious senior brother seemed to know too much.

Yan Zhengming almost lost his breath, and wiped the dirt and blood on his hands on Cheng Qian's sleeves: "Shut up."

The white light emitted from the Sect Leader's Seal was projected onto the ground and took the shape of a feather. As the white light inside flickered, the feather trembled gently, as if guiding the direction ahead.

Yan Zhengming raised the glowing seal stone in his hand, followed the feather that led the way, and said to Cheng Qian, "Follow me."

Cheng Qian took a look at his face, which had regained some color, in the white light, and felt relieved. He said, "By the way, your..."

Yan Zhengming interrupted him and said, "No! Impossible! Stop dreaming! I have already burned that evil book!"

Cheng Qian: "...I want to ask you what you mean by 'every step a sword cultivator takes leads to a demon in his heart'. What do you mean by that? "

Sect Master Yan, who judges others by his own experience, realized that not everyone is as keen on learning bad things as he is. He was so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to turn his head. He coughed dryly, and his voice became three points weaker: "Sword cultivators have strong hostility and murderous aura. In the early stage, they focus on training the body and neglect cultivating the mind. It is not obvious at the beginning, but it is easier to have inner demons later. This is what my master told me when I was a disciple. He said, 'With the same cultivation level and realm, sword cultivators will win in a fight. Therefore, this path is particularly difficult to walk, and the training is more difficult and painful.'"

When he said this, the corners of his mouth that had been tense all the time finally revealed a faint smile: "When I heard this, my first reaction was to beg Master to abolish my sense of Qi. I was determined not to be a sword cultivator and must change to another path to enter."

He seldom brought up the past on his own initiative. Cheng Qian listened quietly, feeling that these words were something that the eldest senior brother would say.

“Later, my master scared me by saying that it’s okay to get rid of the Qi, but the process is no different from rolling on a bed of nails or being frying in oil. Many people who can’t endure it just kick their legs and die, and that’s it. It doesn’t matter where they start.” Yan Zhengming laughed at himself, “I actually believed his nonsense. After weighing the pros and cons, although practicing the Dao with a sword makes people want to die, it’s better than real death, so I had to compromise.”

Cheng Qian stared at his back, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but think of the time when he first met Yan Zhengming.

The demonic aura in the Land of Gentleness was even stronger than that in the Valley of Demons. He saw the eldest senior brother for the first time amidst that demonic aura, and he thought at that moment, "This person is really good-looking."

But the next moment, his feeling changed to: "This person is really a piece of shit."

"Then you..." Cheng Qian raised his hand and gently rubbed his forehead, "When did it start?"

Yan Zhengming was silent for a while: "I don't know."

Was it the Vermillion Bird Tower? Or the Fuyao Villa? Or the Hundred Years of Lisuo… or even the Qinglong Island when I was young and frivolous?

When I just thought about it superficially, I felt confused and overwhelmed. My heart was already beating before it even hit me.

Yan Zhengming glanced at Cheng Qian with mixed feelings, reached out to tidy up his messy hair, and said softly, "I don't know, don't ask."

Cheng Qian readily changed the subject and said, "I don't know how long we have been trapped here. How is Taiyin Mountain doing?"

Yan Zhengming: "Tian Yan is out of ammunition and food, and Han Yuan is probably at the end of his rope. No one can control anyone. I'm afraid that after the Demon Slaying Formation, Tian Yan will have no backup plan."

Cheng Qian was silent. He didn't know clearly unless he had seen it. Only after experiencing it with his own eyes did he understand that if there hadn't been the rebels at Tian Yan's place who secretly changed the formation, if they hadn't been involved by chance, and if Li Yun hadn't happened to have a real dragon flag in his hand, no one could have broken the formation single-handedly.

Wu Changtian set a trap outside Fuyao Mountain not just to weaken Han Yuan's combat power, it was a killing trap.

Now that the Demon Slaying Formation has been broken, there is probably nothing in Tianyan that can stop Han Yuan. He will go straight into Taihang Mountain and slaughter all the cultivators who overestimate their own abilities and try to block his way. Then he will go north to the capital to avenge his grudge against Tianyan and the mortal court.

"Tian Yan deserved to be put to death." Yan Zhengming said, "That guy who sits on the dragon throne in the capital - I absolutely don't believe he is a mortal. He calls himself a long live the emperor every day. Can he tolerate himself dying of old age and glory in a few decades, while watching his subordinates, a mere Tian Yan, have a long history? Impossible."

Cheng Qian: "It is a common practice that monks do not care about worldly affairs. Trivial matters can easily distract one. If one is not a top-notch person, it will definitely hinder one's practice. How can he be an emperor and want to be immortal?"

"The royal family has plenty of money and channels. They can get as many techniques and elixirs as they want. If they can't make them, they can just take the medicine," Yan Zhengming said. "Besides, didn't you understand what Wu Changtian meant? Tian Yan must be controlled by someone in the court. How could they, who feel they are extremely righteous and regard human life as worthless, be controlled by mortals? Anyway, these people love to die or not, and it doesn't matter to us. But Han Yuan is leading a group of demons to the north, and his sins of killing must be serious. Should we kill him or not?"

At this moment, Yan Zhengming paused and looked in one direction, where he saw a faint light.

The guiding white feather followed the light directly into the room, and after walking in the direction of the light source for about an incense stick of time, the view suddenly became clear.

I saw a stone staircase before my eyes.

The stone steps are either on the mountain or on the building, stacked up. But the stone steps here are nothing, layer by layer in the air, like reaching the sky, with no end in sight.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt that the true energy in his body seemed to be suppressed by some unknown force. For a moment, he truly became a mortal, standing under the stone steps, as small as an insect or an ant.

Cheng Qian: "This is..."

Yan Zhengming frowned and said, "It seems that he doesn't regret it."

The No Regrets Terrace is 18000 steps high. All those who can fly here are just like ordinary people. They must walk up step by step. It was the first time that Cheng Qian knew what it meant to look up and break one's neck. Ordinary people would be afraid just by looking up, let alone going up in person.

Yan Zhengming took a step tentatively, but before he could stand firmly, a gust of wind blew towards him. By the time he realized that his body-protecting true energy was gone, the wind had already reached him. Yan Zhengming quickly took a step back and fell off the stone steps. Even though he was agile, one of his sleeves was still torn.

How did Tong Ru get up there?

The two were both shocked. Yan Zhengming thought to himself, "I thought my master was just a normal person, but I didn't expect him to be this depressed!"

Cheng Qian recalled the few times he had come into contact with Lord Bei Ming. He was still young at that time and could not see how powerful Lord Bei Ming was. It was not until this moment that he discovered the huge gap between himself and his master.

He was lost in thought when Yan Zhengming suddenly tapped him on the ear, and Cheng Qian woke up with a start.

"I know what you're thinking," Yan Zhengming said, "When he came out of the Three Lives Secret Realm, he was already possessed. Madmen are different from ordinary people. You can't walk the path he walks, and it's not necessarily because he's so powerful."

He looked down at his sleeves and said with a smile, "I've really become a gay now. This Buhuitai is very weird. Don't stay here any longer."

Cheng Qian let one hand hang down at his side, tapping the sheath of the Frost Blade gently, and said as he walked: "If it were you, would you go up to the No Regrets Stage to ask for the Wish-fulfilling Stone?"

Yan Zhengming thought to himself, "What a good question."

If the obsession in his heart did not coincide with Tong Ru's, how could his consciousness be attached to Tong Ru in the leader's seal?

If he didn't know what it felt like to be possessed, how could he force himself to improve his cultivation on the Immortal Locking Platform and just barge in regardless of anything?

Of course, it is not convenient to mention these things to Cheng Qian.

Yan Zhengming, who said one thing and did another, said righteously: "Of course not. Joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, waxing and waning of the moon are all normal in the human world. Since you have not yet ascended to become an immortal, you are still a mortal. If you know yourself, you should understand that since you are a mortal, how can everything go your way? There will always be times when you are unable to do what you want. Not being able to get what you want may not be a failure in cultivation. If you are extreme and demand perfection in everything, it will definitely not last long."

How grandiose...

Cheng Qian didn't respond, but turned his head and smiled, but Yan Zhengming still caught his gaze sharply.

Yan Zhengming: "What are you laughing at?"

"You speak better than singing." Cheng Qian exposed mercilessly, "I don't know who was trapped in the inner demon just now."

Yan Zhengming: “…”

"If you shut up now, I won't bother with you." Yan Zhengming turned around and stood two steps away, with the second half of the sentence hanging on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows - "Come here and apologize quickly."

Cheng Qian was speechless for a moment, thinking: "If I encourage this kind of temper, what will happen in the future?"

Then, he shook his head secretly: "Forget it, isn't it always like this?"

Cheng Qian then perfunctorily bowed and said, "Yes, Senior Brother is very generous, and you speak as well as sing. By the way, if this is the back mountain of Fuyao Mountain, can we go back from here?"

"You're overthinking it," Sect Leader Yan said like a wolf with a big tail. "Fuyao Mountain is Fuyao Mountain, and Heart Demon Valley is Heart Demon Valley. Although the two are neighbors, they are not sealed together... Huh?"

As soon as he said this, he saw that there was a door behind the Buhui stage. Yan Zhengming was stuck for a moment and thought to himself, "This crow's mouth, he just said it and then he got slapped in the face, can he really get through it?"

The guiding feather in the master's seal floated down slowly onto the door and disappeared. There was a small groove on the door, which was exactly the same shape as the master's seal.

Yan Zhengming tentatively took off the leader's seal and carefully stuffed it into the groove. It fit perfectly, as if they were originally grown together.

At this moment, a deafening rumble was heard, and a large stone door about ten feet high appeared and slowly opened.

Suddenly, three wooden plaques flew out from the door, each engraved with the words "Heaven", "Earth" and "Man". Yan Zhengming wanted to grab them, but as soon as he stretched out his hand for the "Heaven" plaque, the other two plaques began to move back, indicating that he could only choose one of the three.

"If you choose the 'Heaven' card, does that mean you can immediately ascend to heaven?" Yan Zhengming said with a smile, "Do you want to choose it?"

Cheng Qian said nothing, looking at him with a little smile, which made Yan Zhengming mutter uncomfortably, "Stop seducing me."

After saying that, he took off the "人" plate without thinking, and with a "click" sound, the seal of the leader automatically fell off from the big stone door and went straight back to his neck. The next moment, the wooden plate suddenly glowed white, and the surrounding No Regret Platform and the strange stone door all disappeared. Countless people and voices flashed before his eyes like the passage of time, noisy and noisy.

From the moment the word "Fuyao" was written, the ancient stone tablet laid the foundation for thousands and tens of thousands of years of inheritance, and the nine-story Sutra Building came into being. At the door, big, small, fat, and thin footprints gradually flashed by, some as light as a veil, some deep into the stone, and then they all disappeared, leaving only the grass and trees beside the secluded pool and stream, which gradually turned into green waves year after year.

The vast sea and the mulberry fields, under the drizzle and breeze that have never changed throughout the ages, the only thing that lasts forever is the cycle of growth and decline.

This is the human way in the middle of the three poles.

The author has something to say: Life is rootless and floats like dust on the road.

Dispersed and following the wind, this is no longer a permanent body. - Tao Yuanming