“Master of Guixu, you..., Xi Yuan, I think you must have some strength.”

“However, the strength of the Master of Guixu far exceeds your imagination. You are not his opponent yet.”

Lei Zu was taken aback by the white-haired Daoist's boastful words, then smiled, shook her head, and politely declined the Daoist's kindness. However, the Daoist, who had always been measured and gentle, now seemed a little more forceful: "How can you know he's not an opponent without trying?"

“I wonder how he compares to Emperor Jun, Fuxi, and Buzhou Mountain?”

Lei Zu said, "Of course, he's not their opponent..."

“Then, we can compare.”

The white-haired, red-eyed woman couldn't help but laugh, and said, "The Great Eastern Ravine under the command of the Master of Guixu has countless small worlds undergoing birth and death, and his supernatural powers are unparalleled. Stop joking around."

“Small worlds, huh…”

The white-haired Daoist muttered to himself, "Like this, perhaps?"

He slightly opened his five fingers, and sword qi crisscrossed, supporting the heavens and the earth, traveling through the six directions. The Xiantian Eight Trigrams (the Primordial Eight Trigrams) appeared one by one.

Transforming into a small world.

Then, he clenched his fist, and this brief world of sword qi was annihilated and dissipated.

The white-haired, red-eyed woman was lost in thought, her pupils contracting.

The Daoist, with his green robes, white hair, and a leisurely and lazy temperament, said apologetically: "I am skilled in swordsmanship, killing, and violent methods. I am not very good at creating and destroying. Hmm... I'm a bit rusty, but, is this okay?"

Lei Zu slowly raised her eyes, looking at the white-haired Daoist in front of her: "You, who exactly are you..."

"Tu Shan Tribe, Yuan, genuine and authentic."

The white-haired Daoist said decisively.

Lei Zu's red pupils emitted a glazed luster, and a jade talisman appeared in her hand. The Daoist glanced at the jade talisman, knowing that it was a Bi An Dragon Pearl (a treasure to discern people's hearts and distinguish truth from falsehood). He added with a smile, "Not only am I from the Tu Shan Tribe, but my name is also on the Tu Shan Tribe's family tree, absolutely a direct descendant."

"In addition, I am the younger brother of the Qingqiu (Green Hill) Country Lord of the Tu Shan Tribe."

Wei Yuan's words all came from his heart.

Soon, the conclusion was reached—

It was the truth.

……………………

A moment later, Wei Yuan, having obtained the method of recognizing the aura of the Master of Guixu from Lei Zu, left the Lei Zu Tribe's shop, walked out, and bought some clothes. Since he came all the way here, it seemed a waste not to buy something.

Curator Wei pondered.

When did this habit develop?

Why do I, who am so poor, have such a bad habit of spending money so easily?

The white-haired, red-eyed Lei Zu watched the person who claimed to be from the Tu Shan Clan leave, and after a long time, she retracted her gaze.

She was originally unwilling to tell Wei Yuan the location of the Master of Guixu.

This was because he was a top-tier powerhouse in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations (all directions), stronger than Xing Tian and Chi You of that year, and close in strength to Xuanyuan (the Yellow Emperor) when he held the Xuanyuan Sword and held the position of Human Emperor. However, just now, the youth from the Tu Shan lineage displayed a touch of sword qi.

In the way of swordsmanship, he was already above Xuanyuan.

He had the qualification to讨伐(tao fa - punish by armed force, send armed forces to suppress) the Master of Guixu.

"But... the younger brother of the Tu Shan Country Lord, do his brothers have such powerful beings? Could it be that the Tu Shan Tribe also has such a foundation? And he's skilled in medicine..." Lei Zu pondered for a long time, took out a talisman, and fell into deep thought.

"The Shennong Whip (a divine weapon) has always been silent. In the future, in the selection range for the master of the Shennong Whip."

"Let's add the Tu Shan Tribe to it as well..."

"It's a pity... divine weapons choose their masters."

"In that case... let's just take a gamble and see if a descendant can awaken this divine weapon."

………………

"Are you really from Tu Shan?"

"Naturally."

The white-haired Daoist rubbed his temples, recalling Lei Zu's question just now, and answered again in his heart.

He very happily repeated this answer.

Even Lei Zu, who obviously had some means of discerning people's hearts, couldn't see the slightest flaw, because I really am from Tu Shan, from Qingqiu Country, and just as I said, I am the younger brother of the Tu Shan Country Lord, and my name is on the family tree.

I, Wei Yuan, speak truthfully in every sentence, unlike that scummy snake (a reference to a cunning character), and treat people with sincerity.

It's just that I didn't tell the whole truth.

Hmm...

The Tu Shan Tribe is real.

His sister, the Tu Shan Country Lord, is also real.

It's just that they are not from this era.

The white-haired Daoist returned to his room. Xian wasn't here, she seemed to have gone out to explore the scenery of the Youxiong Tribe. He thought for a while, put the clothes he bought from Lei Zu Tribe on the table, formed a sword with his fingers, and wrote a short note.

It roughly said that he was going out for a trip to do something.

He would be back soon, and that the person who had lost her memory should not run around.

The white-haired Daoist retracted his fingers, reorganized his thoughts in his mind, and then turned and left.

The words in the void flowed endlessly, and finally slowly disappeared, turning into a state that would only appear when Xian herself came here. Wei Yuan also left a note for Zhuanxu, but unfortunately, Zhuanxu, Xuanyuan, and Gonggong had all been in a state of disappearing and reappearing during this period. Wei Yuan had no choice but to wait for a chance to give it to him later.

But...

Master of Guixu?

Its characteristics should be somewhat similar to the Land of the End of All Laws. Then, when fighting him, he couldn't give him any room. He had to pour out all his power in one breath and violently kill him directly... if possible.

Although he had agreed to kill him.

But that guy was probably not so easy to kill...

He had to prepare a plan in case he couldn't kill the opponent immediately.

The white-haired Daoist kept thinking about how to kill the Master of Guixu, who had already bewitched the concept of the Four Fiends (four evil creatures), transformed into the appearance of Yu Xu Yuan Shi (Jade Purity Primordial Beginning), and walked through the Youxiong Tribe of this past era. Unknowingly, he had walked to the armory again.

After thinking about it, he still stepped inside.

Inside, the white-haired and old Cang Jie was still looking at the tortoise shells and stone slabs in his hand. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and saw the white-haired Daoist who had come before was here again. The old man had a good impression of him, smiled and nodded, saying:

"Coming to get weapons again?"

"No, just here to chat for a few words." The Daoist shook his head.

"I just don't know if I'm disturbing you."

"Haha, it's rare for someone to be willing to talk to this old man, is it still the saying of your friend before?" Cang Jie laughed and invited him in.

"No, it's not..."

The white-haired Daoist looked at the jade artifacts and stone slabs around him, smiled, and said, "I want to, um... expound on my understanding. You don't need to ask, and I can't explain it for some reason. Just take it as... I'm just talking to myself here about some things, and you just happen to hear it."

"Oh?" Cang Jie stroked his beard in surprise and nodded.

Wei Yuan had already tried it. Things that were too advanced from later generations could not be explained.

However, based on the existing knowledge of this era, he could reduce the interference of fate to the limit.

The white-haired Daoist lifted the hem of his robe, sat upright, and said slowly: "Then, let's start with Senior Gui Yuqu's theory of the Five Elements (metal, wood, water, fire, earth) and talk a little about this poor Daoist's understanding..." The Daoist closed his eyes, as if he was discussing the Dao in those years, and fully expressed his own understanding.

Because these things started from the things passed down by the previously deceased Gui Yuqu, also known as the Great Hong Sage, it did not cause too much backlash. And Cang Jie did not care at first. He and Gui Yuqu were both ministers under Xuanyuan when they were young, and they already understood each other's theories extremely well. 138 Chinese Reading Network

But slowly, as the white-haired Daoist continued to speak, the smile on the old man's face slowly solidified.

This, this is—!!!

It came from Gui Yuqu's Five Elements meridian theory, but it was far more mysterious and unpredictable than it.

Mysterious and profound, the gateway to all mysteries, no, it was far more indescribable than these. The light in the old man's eyes lit up, and the light of the oil lamp next to him seemed to brighten. Cang Jie, who had already reached the end of his life, seemed to have returned to his youth, and his heart was beating rapidly in his chest.

With a crash, he swept the stone slabs and jade books that he usually cherished onto the ground.

Holding the carving knife in his right hand, he directly carved words on the table. Wei Yuan's voice paused slightly, waiting for the old man to prepare, and then he continued to speak slowly, saying only about the content of the *Huangdi Neijing* (The Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine), the part where Gui Yuqu and Xuanyuan discussed the Dao.

But in fact, he was using this as a foundation to expound his own Dao.

He could not explain it, otherwise, it would inevitably detonate the backlash of time. Even the words that Cang Jie recorded, he did not look at them. Outside was the earliest story of the Yan and Huang tribes, the branches and leaves of that tree spread out, the passing pedestrians, the running children.

Inside the house on the side of the road was the white-haired Daoist sitting cross-legged on a futon.

It was the old man with wrinkled face holding a carving knife.

The Dao that can be spoken is not the constant Dao. When the Daoist had spoken his own Dao once, the old man also happened to carve the last stroke. Cang Jie's white hair was soaked with sweat. The Daoist looked at the old man and said, "...I wonder how much has been recorded?"

Cang Jie sighed: "The content you said is too profound, it's a pity, if Gui Yuqu was here, he would definitely be able to understand more. What I have written down is only 30%, or even less than 30%..."

"And for some reason, although I understand the mysteries you said, I can't completely repeat them. I had to rewrite them again with my own understanding."

"That's the best..."

The white-haired Daoist got up and said, "If all of it was recorded, we would all be unlucky."

"Besides, although I am not a talented person, it took me too long to get to this point, one life-and-death tribulation after another. My path is not so simple to take down. If all of it was recorded in one breath, I guess no one would be able to get started."

Cang Jie asked, "...I wonder if this classic has a name?"

"Just Yu Xu..., ha, never mind."

The white-haired Daoist paused slightly, shook his head, and mocked himself, "I won't cause trouble for the old man, let's just pretend that this poor Daoist has never been here. This scripture will be based on the name of Xuanyuan Huangdi (Yellow Emperor). I remember that he also has an understanding of the Daoist school of thought."

The Huang-Lao school of thought (blending Daoism and Legalism).

Cang Jie was slightly stunned.

???

Ji Xuanyuan, Dao? That brute?! When did he...

Before he could ask, the Daoist looked outside, suddenly flicked his sleeves, and a majestic aura transformed into a small world sword formation, blocking the door. Cang Jie was puzzled, and the white-haired Daoist took a slight breath, resisted the surrounding force of karma, and said:

"I have the Four Greats within the Realm (四大- the four elements constituting everything in the universe, i.e. earth, water, fire, and wind, or the four aspects of reality, i.e. being, form, energy, and mass), and I am afraid I can only demonstrate it for you once."

"Watch!"

The Four Greats within the Realm are Heaven, Earth, Dao, and Man.

……………………

A moment later, the small world formation formed by sword qi dissipated. Cang Jie's face was pale, as if he had returned to the era of gods and demons fighting. The white-haired Daoist nodded, exhaled, and said gently: "Then, farewell..."

After this farewell, I am afraid there will be no time to meet again.

Leaving behind a legacy to await future generations can be regarded as secretly changing the past.

Reversing fate.

Cang Jie came back to his senses after a long time, trotted out of the house, and saw that the road of the Youxiong Clan under the big tree was accessible in all directions. The white-haired Daoist stood in the middle of the road, with an ink-colored wooden hairpin and white hair falling down. He stretched out his hand to catch the falling leaves at the intersection, with a gentle expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cang Jie murmured: "...Dao, Dao?"

The old man suddenly turned around, bent down and rummaged around, finally found a broken piece with the ancient human character 【Dao】on it. However, this Dao was just a square intersection. The old man recalled the way the Daoist stood at the intersection just now and suddenly had an inspiration.

He re-added a 【head】representing thinking and a 【stop】representing walking in the center of the pictographic character of the square intersection. Thus, a new character appeared, one that thinks about the road and walks in all directions.

It was no longer a simple square intersection.

But the 【Dao】of truly thinking about walking in it and walking towards the true Heavenly Dao.

The old man looked at the words on the table and came back to his senses after a long time. Although he didn't understand why the Daoist who left behind his own legacy had to borrow the name of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, was it to avoid something, or was it that he really didn't care about these vain names?

But Cang Jie still added some of Xuanyuan's military strategy and governance to the words he transcribed.

For example, "奸生于国，时动必溃" (treachery arises in the country, and collapse is inevitable when there is unrest), and so on, combining them into one book.

However, thinking of the power of the Four Greats within the Realm displayed by the Daoist, Cang Jie couldn't help but be lost in thought for a long time, sighed for a long time, and added a line of text to this book—

"天发杀机，移星易宿；地发杀机，龙蛇起陆" (When Heaven sends forth its will to kill, the stars shift and constellations change; when Earth sends forth its will to kill, dragons and snakes rise from the land).

When Man sends forth his will to kill...

The old man recalled the Daoist supporting the heavens and the earth with one hand and recorded it as follows.

"天地反覆!" (Heaven and earth overturn!)

"天人合发，万化定基，为道" (When Heaven and Man combine their wills, all things are based, this is the Dao).

Outside, the white-haired Daoist collected his thoughts and whispered to himself:

"I have tried my best, so there should be a change in fate..."

Cang Jie stroked the words he had recorded. Unfortunately, these words were recorded by himself with his own words after hearing the Daoist's explanation. The subtleties were probably difficult to read. He sighed for a long time and said: "Invisible and difficult to see, so it is called Yin; wonderfully combined with the Great Dao, it is called Fu."

"经者，万古之常法也." (Scriptures are the constant laws of all ages).

"Borrowed in the name of Xuanyuan, it will be named... *The Yellow Emperor's Yin Fu Jing* (The Yellow Emperor's Scripture of Hidden Accordance)."

The white-haired Daoist released the green leaves and walked out of Xuanyuan Hill.

Has he... changed the predetermined fate?

Will the words he left behind touch the cultivators of later generations?

The Daoist, who had already tried his best, no longer cared. He just held his sword and looked forward. When the fallen leaves landed on the ground, they had already turned into遁光(遁光 - dūnguāng - escaping light, a term for rapid movement/flight in xianxia novels) and left—

Master of Guixu.

Shall die.