I am the man who wants to be the immortal and the devil emperor

The two distinct internal forces in his body absorbed a large amount of blood heat from the outside, and he was originally in chaos and turbulence. If he was not careful, he would explode and die.

But now, in this wonderful and selfless state of mind, they gradually stabilized, and began to circulate on their own in a mysterious state of "I am in you, and you are in me".

What is Tao?What is a demon?

At this moment he has forgotten.

Just as there is yang within yin and yin within yang in the Taiji diagram, in his body, the two internal forces began to gradually blend together.

Under normal circumstances, this mysterious state cannot be achieved by him.As long as he still has the distinction between Dao and Demon in his heart, no matter how he tries, they will always be opposite to each other.

Even if they can promote each other, it is still an improvement in mutual confrontation.

But now, he is pure and unobstructed, and Taoism is natural. He has neither thoughts of Taoism nor demons, nor distinctions between them, and has reached a mysterious state of "returning to nature".

These two apparently completely different internal forces are slowly merging because of this.

Shi Hao strolled in the maple forest, looking like volcanic leaves, admiring the long white clouds, sometimes stepping on a high place, looking at the world, mountains and rivers, only feel the vastness of the world, the universe is with me, it is an indescribable enjoyment.

After crossing the maple forest, you come to a river, facing a steep cliff, and behind you is a continuous old forest.

He picked a branch, twisted a string from the bark and tied it to the branch, sat cross-legged by the river, and threw the string to the river in front of him.

A strange thing happened at this moment, obviously the thin rope was like catkins in the wind, fluttering - straight forward, falling into the water, the end of the rope sank into the river naturally, just like the principle of heaven and earth, the original That's it.

While humming, he was fishing by the river.

The fish at the bottom of the river swim around and feel very happy to see the "fishing line" without bait and hook.

On the shore, he watched the fish swimming around and felt very happy.

There is no fish in his heart, but there are fish in the water, there is no other in the fish's heart, but there is him on the shore.

I don't know whether he is fishing or the fish is catching him?

The sun gradually moved to the mid-heaven, the warm sunlight fell straight down, and the water surface was full of light, as if the fish were jumping on the river surface.

Behind him, an old man slowly walked out of the forest.

The old man was hunched over, wearing a brown cloth, with an ordinary iron sword pinned to his waist that he bought for a few taels of silver at most.

He coughed sharply in the mountain wind, recovered his breath, and looked up at the young man cross-legged fishing by the river.

At this moment, the old man had a strange feeling that the young man and the fishing rod in his hand seemed to have become one with the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.

Just like this young man should have been there, since ancient times, he has always been there.

The old man in brown walked over slowly, sat down beside the young man, and looked at the "fish shreds" that fell into the water.He said, "Is there no hook?"

The youth said: "No hook!"

The old man said: "There is neither hook nor bait?"

The young man said: "There is neither hook nor bait!"

The old man showed a funny smile, and he said with a smile: "There is neither hook nor bait, so you are not fishing, so what are you doing?"

The young man said: "I am cultivating truth!"

The old man thought for a while and said, "I've heard of cultivating Taoism and cultivating demons. What is cultivation?"

The young man smiled and said: "Don't you hear: Poor all kinds are false names, and only by recognizing them can you escape death and life; wisdom is like the sky and the moon, but Taoism is ice in the water. Turn back the switch and shake your head to see through the emptiness and clarity; lack of action Deficiency is all false, is it difficult to refine Dao with pill furnace fire?"

The old man said: "Since it's all false if you are lacking in deeds and demerit in merit, it is difficult to practice Taoism in the alchemy furnace", then why is it true?

The young man said: "If you can't see the pill after nine turns, the curse will order the water without the devil; if you don't see the lead, the way has always been natural!"

The old man lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then nodded and said, "I've been taught!"

The old man sat cross-legged on the grass, watching the young man fishing there.

The mountain wind gradually weakened, and the midday sun made the shady atmosphere in the mountains much less.

The young man said: "Old man, why did you come here?"

The old man raised his head and looked at Yoyo's Baiyun: "He came here for the fight."

The young man turned his head to look at him, and after a while, he sighed and said, "Why do I think, old man, you are here to wait for death?"

The old man smiled and said: "Almost! After living this life, I have almost done what I can and should do. I am already old, and I have been injured and disabled a long time ago. Next, it will be the young man's life." The world is over.

"It's a pity that I didn't get to see the restoration of China, the stability of the people, and the peace of the world. But I believe that this day will eventually come."

The young man continued to look at him, then nodded: "Old man, you are a good man!" At this moment, he was unrestrained, quiet and natural, so he said whatever came to his mind.

While talking, a small boat came slowly upstream.

Standing on the boat was a middle-aged man, wearing a coir raincoat, with short and thick hair, eyes as bright as lightning, and an iron sword stuck in his waist.

The boat floated to the center of the lake in front of them, the man turned his feet slightly, the boat turned on its side, and the middle-aged man on the boat turned to face the old man.

The river was rolling, and the boat floated in the middle of the river like this, as if it was tied by an invisible iron chain, and it stopped rushing downstream.

The middle-aged man looked at the old man and said in a deep voice, "You arrived earlier!" His voice was low and powerful, with a kind of force that could penetrate the void.

The old man's voice was old: "I have explained everything that needs to be explained. It's rare to have a leisurely day today, so I arrived earlier."

The middle-aged man looked at the young man fishing beside him: "Who is this?"

The old man said: "A little brother who is cultivating here, he was already sitting here when I came."

The middle-aged man said: "I have heard of cultivating Taoism and cultivating demons! What is cultivation?"

The old man said: "He said, 'If you can't see the pill after nine turns, the mantra will order the water without the devil; if you don't let the beads see the lead, the way has always been natural'!"

The middle-aged man lowered his head in thought, and after a while, he said in a deep voice, "It makes sense!" After a pause, he said, "Since he arrived first, do you and I want to move?"

The young man who was fishing put away his fishing rod.

He wound the slender fishing line made of tree bark around the fishing rod, put it on his thigh together with the fishing rod, and said with a smile: "It's okay! Although I arrived first, this mountain, river and river is not my own." Yes. You just do your thing, I'll take a look, I won't talk!"

Chapter 181 Born a hero, died a hero

The old man nodded and said, "Thank you!" Then he looked at the middle-aged man in Hexin.

The middle-aged man with short thick hair stood still proudly, and said: "Although it is a sword competition, you were injured by Lie Zunyi eight years ago, and the injury must have not healed. If you are in a competition now, you have accumulated illnesses and become ill, and your skill is no longer as good as it is." Me, I am invincible."

The old man said: "What do you want?"

The man said: "I only compete with you for sword intent!"

The old man let out a sigh of relief, continued to sit cross-legged, and said, "Thank you!"

The mountain wind blew past, as if disturbing the surface of the water.

The old man and the man faced each other across the water, both of them remained motionless.

The old man seemed to have taken root in the ground. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, as if he was meditating. Only the iron sword at his waist was making a buzzing whistle.

The middle-aged man stood on the boat with his hands behind his back. As the boat rose and fell on the water, his body also rose and fell.

For several miles around, the forest birds startled up, and the beasts turned their heads to look at them, and fled away in horror.

Gradually, the space seemed to start to distort, and the place where the old man was sitting seemed to be affected by the river surface, rising and falling accordingly.

However, there seemed to be a majestic sword energy rushing away, and the river surface became as smooth as a mirror.

At this moment, Shi Hao is also sitting cross-legged, as if closing his eyes and resting his mind.

But he "witnessed" the sword fight between the two with his own eyes!

Leaving the form to know is the same as the great way, this is called "sitting and forgetting"!

Those who sit and forget, forget both things and me, and merge with Dao Ming!

At this moment, he maintains a wonderful state of merging with heaven and earth, mysterious and mysterious. He is a bystander, and he is only a bystander.

He saw that invisible sword moves collided between the two, one move after another, one style after another, unknowingly distorting the space, as if leaving the world, bursting out in the infinite universe. A bright firework.

If he was the original him, he would definitely be horrified by the swordsmanship duel of these top-ranking masters.

But on the other hand, the original him was trapped in his heart and me, but he couldn't witness the battle of sword intent that transcended form and left no trace in the world.

Only at this moment, in his state of mind, he transcended himself, transcended the world, and watched this peerless sword fight with an absolute bystander mentality.

He doesn't know what is top grade, middle grade, and low grade, and he doesn't know who these two people are.

But only in this way, at this moment, he can maintain an absolutely detached state, seeing all their sword moves in his eyes.

The old man's sword intent opened wide and closed, carrying a kind of compassion to save the world.

This is a sword drawn to save the world. It is simple and unpretentious. Who else dares to be the first in the world.

The sword on the opposite side has another kind of sword intent, domineering and fierce, but transparent and unobstructed, with a powerful aura that will destroy anyone who stands in front of his sword way.

With a snap of the fingers, there are thousands of killer moves, each move is unique and never repeated.

The young man's heart was like a mirror, and he watched the invisible sword fight without any fluctuations. Neither of them drew their swords, but the sword intent that soared into the sky, the sword energy that penetrated into the sky, was everywhere.

There is nothing else in the world, only the dancing invisible swords showing their brilliant brilliance.

This is a battle that is enough to shock the world, but it is not between this world.

Thousands of swords blared together, and the heavens and the earth were completely destroyed. The sword intentions of both sides turned into endless sword moves, which were mighty and mighty, fighting each other.

Every sword in the middle surpassed the imagination of countless swordsmen in the martial arts world. It was like the stars illuminating the sky and the earth gathered together and bursting in an instant. Its magnificence is unbelievable.

In the end, he saw that the old man's sword energy was concentrated in one strand, and roared towards the opposite side.

The sword intent on the opposite side slashed down like a thunderbolt, looking down at the world and sweeping the world.

As the sword energy exploded, as if the entire universe was exploding, a ray of light flashed in front of the old man—flash, and then everything returned to calm.

The old man was still sitting cross-legged. Opposite him, the middle-aged man was riding a boat, ups and downs with the current.

The old man sighed slowly: "I lost!"

There was no joy on the middle-aged man's face, he just said indifferently: "Last time, you beat me with a sword, this time, I beat you with a stroke. In these years, you have troubled trivial matters, although you used compassion as a sword, but in There is no improvement in the way of the sword itself."

The old man shook his head and said: "Although I am known as the King of Swords, 30 years ago, at your age, I was not as good as you at this moment in terms of skill or swordsmanship. Your achievements in the future will definitely surpass me. "

The middle-aged man didn't say much, he just looked at the young man beside the old man and said, "Who are you?"

The young man tilted his face, as if he was thinking hard. After a while, he finally remembered: "Shi Hao! My name is Shi Hao!"

"So you are Shi Hao!" The middle-aged man said slowly, "You have a great enemy, and he is waiting for you on the road ahead of you."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, and the boat spun along with his turning, and it actually slid upstream by itself against the current.

The Qinling Mountains are many and high, and the river is curved. After a while, the flat boat turned around the bend and disappeared.

Shi Hao turned to look at the old man beside him.

The old man raised his head and looked at the mountain on the opposite cliff. On the top of the mountain, all the autumn leaves fell, falling from the cliff one by one.The mountain wind blows, and the dead leaves are flying everywhere on the river.

The old man sighed and said, "Oh! I am old... I am really old!"

Shi Hao pondered for a while, and said, "Where should I send senior?"

The old man said with a smile: "I don't need to go anywhere! I've already run out of energy, and I've already explained to you all the things behind me before I came here. I deliberately chose such a place to compete with swords, because I hope to die in a place where there is no where people know."

"It's just that I didn't expect that at this last moment, my little brother would be with you. For me, I am satisfied. If you don't give up, I will be buried in the forest and an empty monument will be erected. There is no need to engrave my name." .”

Shi Hao nodded, and suddenly said: "Although there is no need to engrave the name on the stele, the name of Senior Zhao has been engraved in everyone's hearts. After thousands of years, someone will remember the name of Senior Zhao."

The old man smiled gratifiedly: "I don't need anyone to remember, I just hope that the great rivers and mountains of China will not be trampled by barbarians, and that all the people of China will be in good health. I hold a sword all my life for this purpose. If there is a One day, the barbarians are expelled, and the mountains and rivers are completely restored, please come to my grave and tell me a little bit."

The mountain wind gradually picked up, and the leaves swirled in chaos.Shi Hao looked at the turbulent river, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, senior, that day will not be far away!"

After speaking, he sat there quietly, looking at the water.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the turbulent river, looking at the fish hiding deep in the bottom of the river to avoid the cold wind.

He was looking at the fish and the fish seemed to be looking at him too.

He smiled and said, "Don't look at me like this. Although I yearn for the great way, I am still me after all!"

He sighed, turned around, picked up the gradually cooling old man's body, and stepped into the forest.

He pulled out the iron sword from the old man's waist...it was really just an ordinary sword, as long as there was a blacksmith in the village, it could be cast for a few taels of silver.

He dug a deep pit with his sword, put the old man's body in, and buried the old man.

When he came to a stone, the iron sword cut it down, and with a few strokes, a stone tablet was cut out.

He erected the stele on the grave and looked at the wordless stele.