Immortal Taoist: Cultivating in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 164 Heavenly Palace

East China Sea.

It is said that there is a fairy mountain in the East China Sea. Gu Xiao has been there before, but there are only some Japanese people on the island.

Perhaps Penglai is at the end of the world, and Penglai Fairy Mountain is in the storm at the end.

Gu Xiao saw the danger back then, so he returned to Shenzhou. As his cultivation became stronger over the years, Gu Xiao wanted to find out more.

"Anyway, I don't have many years to live, so when should I fight?"

Gu Xiao thought.

After that, he took a boat to the vast ocean.

The round sky and square earth are the whole picture of this world, which both the ancients and he knew.

What is more curious is what is at the end of the round sky and square earth?

Is it the boundless void, or a formation barrier?

Shenzhou is the center of the world, and the land becomes more and more barren, followed by islands, and then the vast ocean.

Gu Xiao kept going east, and encountered storms and tsunamis during the period. His boat was overturned and he drifted in the vast ocean. Due to the lack of supplies, he had no choice but to use the Taoist turtle breathing technique to maintain his life.

The Great Perfection of Turtle Breathing Technique can even keep one from breathing, and keep vital signs, reducing consumption in a deadly way.

About half a year passed.

Gu Xiao's head hit a hard object, which seemed to be land. He opened his eyes and saw a world of ice and snow in front of him. The heavy snow seemed to never stop and kept falling.

And the place where his head touched was not land, but the bottom of a ship.

An old man and a young man looked at him in horror and almost knelt down and kowtowed.

These people looked very different from the people in the Central Plains. Their skin was pale, with blue blood vessels visible, high noses and deep eyes, red hair and big eyes, and they looked like evil spirits in myths.

Could it be a Hu people? However, this person looked very different from the Hu people. The Hu people's noses were not so high, and their skin was not so white.

Pah pah pah!

Gu Xiao suddenly jumped up, shook off the ice on his body, and jumped onto the boat.

"Where is this?"

Gu Xiao asked.

I saw the other party kneel down and talk a lot. I don't know what he said.

After that, Gu Xiao settled down in the land of ice and snow.

It took about three months for Gu Xiao to finally understand what this place was, from the original gestures to simple language communication.

After that, he traveled in this northern country for another half a year.

This country is called Luosha, and Luosha has a population of five million.

There are about 18,000 nobles, and the rest are all slaves. This country is militaristic, and the emperor is even more powerful. He has practiced the Ice Soul Dao for thousands of years. When he makes a move, heavy snow will fly and freeze people into statues.

"I'm afraid he has the cultivation of a grandmaster." Gu Xiao thought.

There is a huge square in front of him. In the center of the square is a statue of an emperor with short hair and a rapier. It is about a hundred meters high, which is simply a miracle.

This is the Ice Emperor of Luosha, the king who once challenged 3,000 troops alone.

In the Central Plains, only grandmasters have this kind of cultivation.

Gu Xiao did not intend to compete with him.

At his level, it is almost impossible to break through through a life-and-death duel, unless a higher-dimensional being fights with him in an incredible way and he learns something from it.

But this possibility is very small.

Gu Xiao left this country.

"Rakshasa Country... The territory is vast, no less than Shenzhou, mostly extremely cold permafrost, sparsely populated, two-thirds of the year in winter, about 10,000 to 13,000 miles away from Shenzhou. Its people are like beasts, and you can't deal with them in a human way!"

Gu Xiao knew that he had drifted to the north, so he continued to head east.

After an unknown period of time, the ragged Gu Xiao encountered a storm again.

He realized that he had come to the end of the world.

"Haha! I want to see what's wrong with you!"

Wow!

Gu Xiao rose to the sky, and a pair of black wings appeared behind him.

Boom boom boom!

Facing the thunder, Gu Xiao marched forward without hesitation, his momentum continued to rise, and the dark demonic energy even dyed the sky blood red.

He had already touched the limit of the human body, and the blood in his body was faintly glowing, causing the whole person to glow.

Suddenly, a corner of the palace was revealed in the clouds on the horizon.

It was a bronze palace with mottled rust. There were reliefs outside the palace with images, which were vaguely similar to the martial arts in the world. If you practice according to the images, you will definitely be able to cultivate internal strength.

Although the skills are exquisite, they are not too profound for the grandmaster, but the images on the walls of the palace are so powerful, what is the situation inside the palace?

Soon, the full view of the palace was revealed, and the dark door opened. Although it was unclear inside, it seemed that there were endless temptations waiting for him, and the door to the new world was about to open.

"Is this the broken void?" Gu Xiao murmured to himself, his eyes gradually confused.

Finally, he made up his mind.

"Take a look, just take a look from a distance at the door, tell the Master what you remember, and let him crack this place."

With a thought, Gu Xiao found himself in the hall.

Boom!

The bronze door closed.

Gu Xiao never appeared again, and people called him Shattered Void.

In Qinling Mountains, an old man buried his last old friend.

The peach blossom forest is still brilliant, and he is the only one left of the seven people who played the piano on the mountain.

He leaned against the peach tree, looking back.

The last time Sun Simiao died, Xiang Youxian appeared in front of everyone for the first and last time.

Sun Simiao was lucky. He achieved immortality to some extent. Where there are people, there are legends of Lao Sun.

And Xiang Youxian, who is over 90 years old, is about to reach the end of his life.

At this time, two young men dressed as hunters went up the mountain and saw a house here, so they came to pay their respects.

"Old man, can I pick a peach to eat?"

"Take whatever you want." Xiang Youxian waved his hand casually, and the two picked two peaches.

"Come, drink with me."

Xiang Youxian threw the wine pot over, and the two looked at each other and smiled, "The elders give it, and I dare not refuse it."

The old man and the two young men drank the wine in silence.

"You live in seclusion in the mountains. You must be a big shot. Can you tell me your name? I am Gaoming from Luoma Villa. This is my brother Gaoda."

"Do you want to listen?"

"Yes!"

Xiang Youxian was interested and said, "Okay, let's start the story with the Seven Immortals of Qinling..."

A melodious and cheerful song of "Xiaoyaoyou" began to play.

The song ended and the audience dispersed. The last of the Seven Immortals of Qinling died.

The two brothers admired this man and buried Xiang Youxian for free.

"What a strange man! Is Xu Zhenjun still alive?"

"As a Taoist god, he must be."

"That Xiaoyaoyou is good. Don't let the divine song be lost."

...

History is like a long river, flowing eastward without stopping. When heroes grow old and beauties grow old, all kinds of legends lose their color; seemingly eternal memories become blurred, and things that were eternal before become less real.

Whether the legend is true or false, no one knows it.

The Taoist god has not appeared for decades. Some people say that he has died of old age, while others say that Xu Xuan died of his injuries after the battle. However, the Taoist sect did not publicize it for the sake of stability. There are also emerging strong men who want to challenge this legendary master.

Another genius has emerged, but under the framework of Taoism, secular forces are no longer supported to fight for the so-called hegemony of the world.

Instead, they have turned to the "jianghu" circle that ordinary people cannot understand. No matter how fierce the struggle in the jianghu is, it is mostly irrelevant to ordinary people.

A new generation is born and grows up, and the previous generation grows up and grows old.

The former Shenxiu, Jingming Temple, Tang Ming, and the holy monk have disappeared in people's memory, and few people remember the famous people in the past.

Except for Tang Ming, others are not qualified to be recorded in history books. Unless they are people with particularly profound family knowledge, basically no one knows them.

After decades of operation, the desert and Goguryeo were incorporated into the territory, and their masters were either killed or fled, and they changed from secular regimes to sects occupying mountains and rivers.

The fight between the two sides is still going on, which is another epic.

Xu Xuan is gone, but time does not stop flowing. It keeps running as usual.

Kou Zhen also became a white-haired old man. In his later years, he handed over the power to Li Chunfeng and retired at home.

Everything in the world is changing, except the sky, the earth, the sun, the moon, the stars... and the gods.

Guijun, Mangjiang.

The old man was wearing a bamboo hat and paddling a bamboo raft. The rain and dew in the early morning made his raincoat slightly wet. The water surface was covered with cold mist. Behind the old man was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old.

The boy seemed to be out for the first time. He looked around excitedly, looking at the hills in front of him, and said: "Grandpa, is this Mangshan? Why is there no snake?"

"You have a good life now. When Grandpa was fishing, he saw snakes every day."

"Why did they suddenly disappear now?"

The old man's eyes were full of memories, and he said: "Speaking of this matter, it has to be traced back to forty years ago..."

"At that time, Grandpa was as young as you, a handsome young man in the surrounding area. At that time, a fairy wanted to take my boat..."

"Grandpa, how do you know it's a fairy?"

"Don't interrupt... Grandpa, I saw the fairy turn stones into gold with my own eyes. This is correct. Since the fairy came to Mangshan , the snakes of Mangshan disappeared from then on... um... "

"Disappeared..."

"Yes, the gods rewarded grandpa with fifty taels of gold. Grandpa used the money to buy land and married a wife. That year, the wind and waves were so strong. As the saying goes, the bigger the wind and waves, the more fish there are. I slammed the table and decided to do a big job..."

"Then I got rich... Grandpa, you have said it dozens of times. What do gods look like?"

"That god..."

The grandson suddenly interrupted and said, "Is that god wearing white clothes? Long hair? White face and no beard, like the gods in the painting?"

"Yes, yes, yes, how do you know?"

"There!"

Looking in the direction of his grandson's gaze, the old man was stunned.

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