Chapter 175: My Own Path

City of Ten Thousand Immortals.

Deep in a certain courtyard.

Beside the black coffee table, three figures were sitting, one woman and two men.

The woman has red lotus-shaped lines between her eyebrows and unattainable phoenix eyes. She is the Holy Lord of the former Fuyao Holy Land. The man sitting opposite her is the richest man in Wanxian City and the leader of the Taoist Sect, Li Xundao. His appearance is ordinary, except for the His temperament makes people confused.

As for the third person next to the coffee table, he was an old monk, with lowered eyebrows and a look of great compassion for all living beings. The three of them sat across from each other, first discussing the reform, and then talking about the current situation.

Li Xundao said: "You two, as the saying goes, the road to reform is long and the results will not be seen in a short time. I have thought about it a lot in recent years."

"My Dao Sect has left behind many treasures, some of which can delay lifespan or even increase lifespan. I want to take out such items as rewards for the summit."

"What do you two think of using this to stimulate the desire for reform?"

Li Xundao asked.

"Good." The old monk nodded, and the woman with the red lines between her eyebrows frowned, feeling that there was something in Li Xundao's words.

Sure enough, the next second.

Li Xundao said again: "There are only a handful of Mahayana monks in the world. Each one of them can be said to have taken away all the good fortune of heaven and earth and received all the blessings of the world. Although this Ten Thousand Immortals Summit was initiated by me, Li But it’s for the sake of the whole world, so...the two of them should do something based on their feelings and reasons, right? "

Li Xundao said.

The woman with the red lines between her eyebrows sneered and said: "Extension of life, the precious fruit of longevity, I do still have some, but..."

She looked arrogant, almost indifferent, "My things will never be wasted on waste. If someone can carry the banner of reform, provide good ideas, and contribute to the world's reform, I will naturally give one to him." "

"But if it is only used as a reward for the summit, it would be too frivolous. And use one less item. At a small level, it will add a little life to them. At a large level, it will increase our life span. , it is hard to tell whether it is good or quick for the world to give some of it to them."

She looked at Li Xundao, wanting to see how he would reply.

Li Xundao smiled slightly, not annoyed at all, "How about this."

"Everyone who changes the law has power that ordinary people cannot have."

"I will hold a transformation competition at the top of Wanxian Mountain. Whoever wins the competition with the power of transformation will be rewarded with a life-extending treasure pill or a longevity-enhancing treasure fruit."

With that said, Li Xundao looked at the old monk.

The old monk turned to look at the woman, "Donor Ruosu has no objection, and neither does I."

The woman frowned, "That's not right. The essence of the reform is to seek the path to immortality."

"High martial arts value does not necessarily extend life. Mortal martial arts is the best example."

Hearing this, Li Xundao felt extremely headache and rubbed his temples.

This is the path to reform.

It is difficult to walk, and it is even more difficult for him to carry the cauldron. The risks are all added to him. If he is not careful, he will be doomed.

"That's all." Li Xundao said, "Let's talk about other things first."

He said: "Recently, the world of Fuyao has been extremely unstable. There has been some unusual movement in Zhenhai Tower. The attitude of the Shark tribe is unclear. There is a world that is approaching quickly..."

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The Ten Thousand Immortals Summit lasted for seven days and was held on the Ten Thousand Immortals Peak. The mountain path was full of Taoist friends and it was very lively. Li Changxiao saw some Taoist friends sitting on the bluestone steps, chatting about their thoughts on the reform. He also saw another Taoist friend. , the reform ideas are completely contrary to each other, and they quarreled over this.

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It’s only been ten years since the reform.

Most of them are still in the theoretical stage. To put it harshly, they are just words on paper. However, this is exactly what Li Xundao hopes.

The collision of these theories will provide the soil and nutrients needed for the reform.

Li Changxiao was also listening carefully. Not only did he listen, but he also found people to communicate with. The reform method he was studying was the path to eternal existence. On the mountain road of Wanxian Peak, he happened to hear a conversation between two monks. The content of the discussion was related to it, so I went over to take a look.

The discussion between the two monks was quite intense and attracted many people to listen.

"Human beings are born from the intersection of yin and yang. They are like a ball of fire and a ball of water vapor. They consume each other and will eventually be exhausted. Therefore, this is the longevity of heaven. If you want to live forever between heaven and earth, you need to give up one and take one. also."

"Oh? My Taoist friend said this from a novel angle. The method I have studied in the past ten years is the theory of ghosts and gods extending their lifespan. Ghosts are souls, but they are not souls. People have a natural life span, but they can transform after death. Ghost, if you say this, does the principle of immortality lie in this?"

"No, no, no, ghosts are hard to survive in today's world. Your reforms are too simple. Just listen to me. I came from the Xuan Realm, which is the southernmost region in the world. There is endless world below. There is a group of sharks living in the ocean. Although they are aliens, they have long lifespans. I suspect that the sharks hide the secret of immortality. "

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Various ideas collide with each other.

There is quite a rudiment of a hundred schools of thought contending.

Go up the mountain path.

There were more and more monks, and it became more and more lively. After walking for three or four hours, when we reached the mountainside, it was even more crowded.

Along the way, Li Changxiao also met several acquaintances: Qing Xiao, Hou Shao, and Lu Chan.

The three of them were exchanging reform ideas with others. Even Li Changxiao stared at the three of them for a long time without noticing at all.

Li Changxiao smiled, did not bother, and continued walking upwards. His steps were light and the place he passed seemed like an undetectable breeze, leaving no trace.

He never stopped walking, and never talked. He walked up the bluestone stairs step by step. Gradually, he saw more and more familiar figures, some with grudges, some with gratitude...

There were princes of the Lingtian Dynasty, former enemies, old friends with unclear entanglements, people who had abandoned him, people who had used him, and people who had helped him...

He saw his former Taoist partner Si Nian, his brother Li Tiansheng, who was not on good terms with him, Zhou Qingyu, the elder of the Jihua Sect, and Zhang Qingling, the son of the former Fuyao Holy Land...

He passed by like a dream, and few people noticed that a white-clothed swordsman had passed by them.

Finally, suddenly.

He stopped.

It was still a long way to the top of the mountain, but he... was going down the mountain.

It was also from this moment.

He went the other way with everyone.

Occasionally, someone looked back and glanced at the swordsman's back, but soon retracted their gaze, and then completely forgot about it.

It seemed as if he had never been there.

This strange swordsman in white went down the mountain, walked straight to the stable, rode on the old donkey, and drank two taels of strong liquor.

He went to find his own way.

"It's time to become a god."