Wherever his eyes reached, An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a subtle expression, as if he was looking at himself:

"What do you want to tell me?"

A distance from time to space, looking at each other.

Seeing himself cutting down one of his incarnations, An Qisheng frowned in his heart. The invisible barrier reappeared, making it impossible for him to further contact the old Taoist on the chariot.

This is the rule of the established order of time and space for the rebellion, and there is also an indescribable force to stop him.

Or, waiting for him to touch this line of Tao that restricts time and space.

The old Taoist's eyes were clear, but they had a deep meaning that ordinary people could not understand:

"The net of heaven is vast and sparse without leakage."

The young man in the morning was slightly stunned, not knowing what the teacher said.

After just one look, the old Taoist withdrew his eyes and pointed at the place he had looked at before:

"Wenming, if you come here in the future, don't forget to get a piece of breath stone here and erect a monument."

"Ah? Yes."

The boy was puzzled, but he nodded and remembered the teacher's words.

Although he didn't know why he would come here in the future, the teacher said he would come, so he would definitely do it.

"Just here."

The old Taoist waving his sleeves, and the old Newman who was pulling the cart immediately screamed, crawled on the ground, unloaded the reins, turned respectfully, and knelt in front of the cart.

The young man looked straight and knelt in front of the chariot.

Soon, the peacock in the sky restrained its body and turned into the size of a palm, landing on the weeds not far from the carriage.

The same is true for the six giant monsters in the mountains. They dissipated their huge bodies and returned to their normal heights and sizes. They knelt side by side with the old ox, and were extremely respectful.

This is a calm and inconsistent picture.

An old Taoist took a boy to sit in a carriage, and a strange beast blocked the road and bowed, as if waiting for something.

"After three thousand years of separation, you have improved your cultivation. It's very good, very good."

The old Taoist swept over the beasts in front of the car, nodded slightly, praised slightly, and felt a little regretful: "I have nothing to teach you anymore."

"teacher......"

"The teacher is as close as a saint, and we are in panic."

"Teacher, don't leave me behind."

All the beasts spoke, all of whom were nervous and frightened, and the black raccoon cat was like an abandoned young beast, making a mourn.

Only the peacock's eyes swept away and looked at the little boy on the chariot. His voice was clear and sensitive:

"Is he the teacher's closed disciple?"

"Peacock!"

The boy in front of the car glanced coldly: "That's your junior brother."

"You are my teacher, he is not my brother!"

The peacock raised his head, but did not look at him, but looked at the chariot.

But even if I face the old Taoist, I would not bow my head: "Do you hate me for having eaten thousands of people when I was ignorant and had not yet opened my spirits, so I chose him just now?"

"She is crazy!"

Looking at the peacock, the old Taoist sighed: "People have people, but monsters have monsters, why bother?"

"I can't bear your way, so I won't even walk the way of the old demon in heaven!"

A loss flashed through the phoenix's eyes, and then turned into a tough stern. With a long whistle, it flapped its wings and suddenly tore through the void and left:
Chapter completed!