Time passes, and it does not change with the hearts of the people. In the blink of an eye, the eleventh year will be the spring and autumn of the eleventh year.

It was the 20th year of Kaihuang. Yuan Qingwei, who returned to Taibai Mountain, was playing chess with Sun Simiao. While playing chess, the two chatted about the current situation.

"This time Cihang Jingzhai was considered a disaster!"

Sun Simiao left a son and seemed to speak casually.

"What's strange about this? If we are unified today, Yang Jian cannot allow Buddhism to continue to intervene in the replacement of dynasties. Moreover, Yang Yong is too anxious and is too close to Buddhism! Look at the women in his backyard, how many forces are there intertwined?"

Yuan Qingwei answered, and then he fell down.

"But King Jin may not be good. I think his aura seems to be vaguely connected with the demonic path. In the future, it will be difficult for the Sui Dynasty to be peaceful!"

Yuan Qing nodded slightly: "Whether the world is too uneasy and whether Yang Guang has a connection with the demonic path is not directly related. The key to everything lies in whether Yang Guang can bear it."

"Oh?" Sun Simiao asked in surprise, "What are your insights in Brother Dao?"

"I dare not take it for the high opinion! Although the Sui Dynasty was not upright, the world had been in trouble for a long time, and there were many people who longed for peace. Even if the four major clans were not convinced today, there were many grassroots, but after Yang Guang took office, he relied on the foundation left by Yang Jian. As long as he survived the early turmoil, the people in the world would recognize the rule of the Sui Dynasty and the world would also be stable. At that time, Yang Guang wanted to deal with the four major clans or do something, which was much more convenient. It was just a pity..."

Sun Simiao sighed too: "Our King of Jin is not a patient person!"

Yuan Qing smiled when he heard this, and the chess piece in his hand continued to fall: "Fellow Daoist, you lost!"

"Uh!" Sun Simiao looked at the situation, shook his head, and sorted out the chessboard with Yuan Qingwei. At this time, Qi Hui walked slowly from the other side, and a tall man was following him.

"Uncle Master! Shi Long brought it."

Qi Hui, who had a hint of anger on his face, had calmed down when he walked to Yuan Qingwei. After bowing to Yuan Qingwei, he took a step towards the side, revealing the man behind him.

The man named Shilong was quite excited when he saw Yuan Qingwei, so he bowed his head and said, "Disciple Shilong, I have seen the Grandmaster!"

"Get up!" Yuan Qing smiled, took out something from his sleeve, and said, "I'm looking for you today, I'm asking for something."

"I dare not! I dare not!" Shi Long waved his hand quickly, and then said with some restraint: "If the master has any instructions, just say it, the disciple will never dare to refuse."

"Actually nothing!" Yuan Qingwei pushed something forward in his hand.

"Is this?" Shi Long took it, but it was a roll of something woven from black gold thread, like silk.

Under Yuan Qingwei's instructions, Shilong spread it open and saw that there were seven human figures in it, with no posture facing each other, and guided by various symbols such as red dots and arrows, as if telling a certain method of practice.

There were densely packed with words from various dynasties next to it. After just looking at it, Shilong had a vague sense of it, but once he tried, he would be dizzy and his qi and blood would churn.

"This is!" Sun Simiao next to him showed surprise when he saw this.

Qi Hui also showed a shock: "Uncle Master, are you?"

Looking at the reactions of the two, Shi Long also knew that the things in his hands were not simple, and he was just preparing to return them.

Yuan Qingwei waved his hand and said, "I'm entrusting this thing to you, I want to trouble you to take it away! As for its name, I think you have heard of it, it is the Eternal Life Story, one of the four great books."

When Shi Long heard this, he instantly used force in his palm, holding the Eternal Life Art, and Qi Hui's eyes were slightly cold.

Yuan Qingwei didn't care at all and continued: "This thing can be regarded as the foundation of my lineage, but the difficulty of practicing is too high. I have lived on Taibai Mountain for so many years, but I have never seen anyone who can obtain the inheritance."

"For this reason, I used Qimen Dunjia to calculate and found that your fate is unique. This thing will inevitably spread from your hands in the future and fall into the hands of suitable people. Therefore, I left two qi channels on it, and my disciple will use this to cultivate the art of growth in the future."

As he said that, Yuan Qingwei took out two booklets from his sleeve and said, "The "Stone Jade Refining Qi Art" and "Giant Spirit Palm" are the reward for you to do things for me!"

After taking the two booklets, Shi Long was silent for a while and asked, "Master, if I have learned something from the Eternal Life Art, can I join your disciple?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Qing was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "If you have that ability, you can."

When Shi Long heard this, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. After bowing to Yuan Qingwei again, he left with three secret books.

After Shi Long left, Yuan Qingwei looked at the silent Sun Simiao and Qihui and smiled: "What's wrong with you two? Also, Qihui, when you came just now, his face was not very good-looking. Is anyone asking for trouble for you?"

Qi Hui opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but the last thing he said was: "It's not about trouble for me! It's about trouble for you, uncle!"

Hearing this, Yuan Qingwei immediately knew who was coming to trouble him: "Is it the one from Cihang Jingzhai?"

"Uncle Master's calculations!"

Yuan Qing sneered, "What a magical calculation? Now that the situation is the situation, the face of Cihang Jingzhai is almost Yang Jian pulled it down and threw it on the ground to trample it. Naturally, he was thinking about how to break the situation. According to their usual style, he was obviously preparing to continue to do the Dragon Futing. The Heshi Bi in my hand naturally became their necessary things. The only thing that made me curious is, who did they invite to you this time? The four Buddhist monks, or Ning Daoqi?"

"It's Ning Daoqi!" Qi Hui's face looked very bad.

As a great master in the world, Ning Daoqi himself should be inclined to Taoism, but in essence, when this guy broke through, he borrowed the power of Buddhism, so many times, his actions felt a bit mixed. In Qi Hui's view, such actions were to help Buddhism.

On the other side, when Sun Simiao heard this, he frowned and looked at Yuan Qingwei and asked, "As the contemporary master of our Taoist sect, can Daoqi be sure to deal with it?"

Sun Simiao himself practiced the Taoist magical skills "Huangtian Great (Defense) Method". Even though he has devoted himself more to medical skills over the years, he has outstanding talents and what he does, in addition to his own heart, that is, he gradually reached the eighth level of threshold and has some understanding of the realm of a great master.

Although Yuan Qingwei has become increasingly difficult for him to see clearly over the years, he can still vaguely realize that Yuan Qingwei himself is still in the realm of a master, and he can't help but worry.
Chapter completed!