The girl's heart was seized by the instinct of past memories the instant she saw Master. The experience of her youth, after thousands of years, was still extremely clear. It suddenly tore open her memory, turning the girl's face pale.

However, she was no longer the little girl who would be frightened to tears. She took a deep breath and greeted Master with the etiquette of a disciple.

"Ah, Master, long time no see."

"Heh… Jue'er, indeed, it has been a long time."

"When I sent you back to Kunlun Mountain, I thought I would never have the chance to see you again in this lifetime. Who would have thought that we would have another meeting two thousand years later." Master stroked his beard with emotion, then joked, "However, you are much calmer now."

"I thought you would be frightened to tears when you saw me."

Jue's face flushed slightly, then her expression became calm and composed. "I was young then and didn't understand reason."

"If you were still like that now, wouldn't it mean you haven't grown at all in these thousands of years?"

Master stroked his beard and praised, "Good."

Vodka Niangniang turned away in shame.

Sob sob sob… innocently wounded… jpg.

Jue looked around but didn't see the familiar figure. She took a pair of chopsticks, tasted the home-style dishes on the table, and a smile appeared on her fair, jade-like face. "It's Yuan's cooking. Is he back?"

Master stroked his beard and said, "He went to Longhu Mountain to celebrate a birthday."

Jue was surprised, then realized that Nuwa's birthday was approaching. She nodded and said, "Then I should prepare some gifts as well."

Jue helped pour tea.

It was rare to see Master. Although she was indeed quite frightened when she first saw him in her youth, she had also received guidance under Master's tutelage, having the reality of a teacher-student relationship. This long-awaited reunion should naturally be a good chat.

Kai Ming slipped into the quiet room and began to ponder how to deal with this Nine Heavens Gate, mainly to confirm what Wei Yuan's last two causes and effects represented, whether they were related to Kunlun Mountain. He was determined not to let go of any clues related to the Queen Mother of the West.

Even if there was only a tiny possibility, he would devote all his efforts.

He possessed the power to observe the ten directions, and quickly re-stimulated the remaining charm on the Nine Heavens Gate in his hand. Traces of golden light re-converged, eventually transforming back into the two severed causal reflections when Wei Yuan used the Nine Heavens Gate earlier.

However, Kai Ming took a hopeful look, but in the end, he could only sigh regretfully. Those two causes and effects had nothing to do with Kunlun Xihuang.

He waved his hand to let the karma dissipate.

At the same time, or rather, on the very mysterious fluctuations of the timeline. The Xuanzong era of the Tang Dynasty.

A young Daoist with a long sword on his back walked out of the door of a wealthy family, laughing and waving his hand, ignoring the pale-faced young scholar who chased after him. He just strode away quickly. The latter stretched out his hand to keep him, "Daoist, Daoist, please stop, please stop. I was very happy to talk with you today, but why leave tonight? Cough cough, I, I really seek the Dao wholeheartedly."

"I also want to have a candlelit conversation with the Daoist."

"Seek the Dao wholeheartedly?"

The young Daoist turned back and smiled, looking at the scholar dressed in silk and satin, eating delicacies, and naturally having maids supporting him on both sides. The folk customs of the Tang Dynasty were open, and the maids wore a thin layer of clothing outside, unable to cover the softness of their chests, and did not avoid being intimate with the scholar in front of outsiders.

Ah, no wonder this guy is so young, and he looks weak even though he takes supplements every day.

The root cause is here.

So Lu Dongbin couldn't help but turn the long sword in his hand and joked:

"Brother, you have suffered such continuous sword strikes, I'm afraid your lifespan will not be long. Not to mention ascending to immortality, even living to a ripe old age is a luxury. How about practicing with me?"

The young scholar in rich attire was shocked: "Ah, this, how can you say that?"

The young Lu Dongbin, who was already famous in the Daoist sect at a young age, had already walked far away. From a distance, he heard several bursts of laughter, with cadence, but it was a poem. This poem was not very elegant, but because the person reciting it was Lu Dongbin, it was passed down in Tang poetry: "The beauty of twenty-eight is like butter, with a sword at her waist to kill ordinary men."

"Although no heads fall, it secretly makes your bones wither!"

The young scholar then realized that this Daoist was secretly mocking him, and his face turned blue and purple.

He was intent on learning how to cultivate his mind and body as the Daoist said, but looking at the beauties on the left and right, although not what one would call stunning, they were also pretty and soft, like warm jade, and he couldn't bear to let go when he held them in his arms. He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "That's the Daoist's mistake. Love and desire are human nature. Even the sages say that food and sex are human nature."

"But you, although free and unrestrained in the martial world, inevitably suffer loneliness. There are too many beautiful things in the world that you have never experienced. The mortal world is wonderful, and the grace of beauties is heavy. I only wish to grow old in it. That is what they call 'only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals'. The joy of the boudoir, the wonderful things within, the Daoist's pure cultivation has so many precepts, I'm afraid you don't know it?"

"In my opinion, your cultivation is far less enjoyable than my life."

Lu Dongbin just smiled as he looked at the sharp-tongued, eloquent scholar, and turned away without answering. The scholar with his arms around the beauties laughed loudly: "We discussed the Dao earlier, why didn't the Daoist answer?"

Lu Dongbin raised the sword in his hand, taking it as a greeting, and smiled: "Your question is wonderful, I have to think about it carefully. How about I answer you next time I see you?"

Seeing the Daoist leave.

The maid next to him said娇柔, "Perhaps this Daoist couldn't answer the young master's words, so he had to flee in embarrassment."

The young master with a righteous face said sternly: "Brother Lu is a cultivator with Dao, how can you be so rude. I still think that his so-called hard cultivation is not good. Now that the Sage Emperor is young and strong, his literary and martial arts are no less than those of Emperor Taizong of our Great Tang Dynasty. Today the world is at peace, we should learn literary and martial arts, to seek an official position for our wives and descendants, to be emperors and generals."

The soft and beautiful woman giggled and said, "So, the young master is going to study hard tonight, then I'll go with Sister Wan'er."

The righteousness on the young master's face collapsed, and he reached out and held the woman's fair hand, and said with a smile: "What is disturbing? This is clearly reading at night with a red sleeve adding fragrance, which is an elegant thing since ancient times."

The woman smiled playfully and said, "Ah, reading at night with a red sleeve adding fragrance?" "I just don't know, is the young master going to read the books of sages?"

"Or this book of mine?"

She gently stroked her graceful curves with her fingers, causing the young master's eyes to widen, and then he spread his arms and hugged her. All that was left here was a burst of giggles.

As time passed, the young master in the courtyard slowly forgot about the so-called Daoist. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years had passed, and he had changed from being in his early twenties to forty years old. In the Tang Dynasty, ordinary people only lived to be sixty years old. In addition, he was overworked, and his temples had some white hair. One day he was watching flowers outside, but he saw a young Daoist coming towards him.

"It's you?! Brother Lu?!"

The scholar looked at it for a while before shouting out in disbelief.

"Haha, of course, I went three thousand miles west and saw the yellow sands of the desert."

Lu Dongbin smiled and told about his experiences during this period, and then looked at the middle-aged man with white hair at the temples, although he was a bit old, but still well-maintained. The two exchanged greetings for a while, and Lu Dongbin said, "It's been more than ten years, why haven't I seen the two girls, Wan'er and Yue'er?"

A look of loss appeared on the scholar's face, and said, "Wan'er, she colluded with outsiders to steal money and was punished by criminal law."

"Yue'er originally married me as a concubine, but she died of dystocia a few years ago." Lu Dongbin expressed his condolences.

Then he smiled and said:

"I told you back then, would you like to follow me in cultivation, now that the beauties are gone, are you willing to cultivate?"

The scholar immediately cheered up and shook his head, "That's how the world is, Yue'er's fate is like this."

"However, Daoist Lu has been living in seclusion for too long, I have never been able to find you. Now the Sage Emperor is young and strong, and he has created the Kaiyuan prosperous era, which is not inferior to the Zhenguan prosperous era of the previous generation. It is time to establish a name. Speaking of which, Daoist Lu, you haven't answered the question I asked you last time."

In a casual chat, over a cup of tea and wine, Lu Dongbin took out a handful of copper coins from his sleeves and sprinkled them to the performers on the roadside.

Then he left gracefully with his sword, still waving his hand, lazily smiling and said, "This question is still too complicated."

"I have to think about it carefully, I will definitely give you the answer next time we meet." The scholar smiled dumbly, and finally shook his head and said, "This Daoist."

He heard a crisp voice: "Daddy!"

Then a little boy ran over and hugged his knees. "Father, who was that just now?"

A look of love appeared on the scholar's face, and said, "That's a Jianghu Daoist who Dad knew before who talked about mysterious things. He's just saying a few words. Hehe, when Dad was young, he was also quite interested in those otherworldly warlocks and immortals. It's not the first or second time I've talked about the Dao with people. Oh, right."

"You're not allowed to look at any Daoist books, the imperial examination is the right way for you."

"Okay! Good!"

As time passed, the emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, who was said to have died too late, also slowly grew older. Spring went and autumn came, and the atmosphere of the Kaiyuan prosperous era gradually became not as good as it used to be. The leaves of the old tree in the courtyard turned green and then yellow, and then yellow and then green. The scholar of that year sat on the chair in the courtyard, already with white hair and his eyes slightly muddy.

Da da da.

The sound of footsteps came from the avenue on this autumn day, which was rather harsh. The old scholar raised his head and saw a young Daoist in a coarse cloth robe in front of the old wooden door. He was still carrying a sword, carrying wine and two taels of pig's head meat, and said with a smile, "Sorry to bother you. I ate a lot of your wine and meat a few years ago, so I came to pay you back today."

The scholar stared for a long time before recognizing that this was Lu Dongbin. The corner of his mouth lifted up and said:

"I didn't expect that after so many years, Daoist Lu is still as elegant as ever and knows how to maintain his youth."

"Hehe, perhaps you will be revered as the ancestor of the Daoist sect after thousands of years." Lu Dongbin just laughed loudly: "An ancestor who writes doggerel?"

The two drank wine and ate meat for a while, and Lu Dongbin casually asked about the scholar's current situation. The latter held a glass of turbid wine, a look of sadness appeared on his face, and sighed, "The sage, he, he favors Yang Guifei, and that Li Linfu who has honey in his mouth and a sword in his belly." Only then did he know that this scholar originally had some fame, but he offended Li Linfu's faction and was eventually demoted to his home. His son was even more miserable and went to Lingnan. Lu Dongbin brought up the old topic again.

Over a glass of wine, the scholar still asked with a smile, "However, the sage is still alive, and the treacherous officials are just temporarily deceiving the sage's eyes. Eventually, there will be a day when the sun will shine brightly again, so there is no need to talk about cultivating the Dao. Speaking of which, that question we had when we were young."

Lu Dongbin laughed and said, "This."

The white-haired scholar, who was no longer as high-spirited as before, reluctantly smiled and said, "Next time?"

"Hahahaha, you understand me!"

Lu Dongbin picked up the wine gourd and staggered away with a drunken look, while the scholar looked at the turbid wine in his glass, not knowing whether this Daoist really didn't know how to answer him, or whether he was just messing with him. He drank the turbid wine, and then looked at the geese, fallen leaves, drizzle, and dead vines, an unspeakable desolation.

However, neither of them knew that their meeting would be so fast and so caught off guard. The originally prosperous Tang Empire quickly became turbulent. The An Lushan Rebellion caused the country to decline. When the scholar saw Lu Dongbin again during the war, he was extremely desolate. He had been hungry for several days and finally ate a bowl of rice from Lu Dongbin.

His white hair was wet and scattered. The old man, who had talked about immortals when he was young, finished a bowl of rice. Lu Dongbin handed him a pot of strong wine. The former drank it slowly, and finally learned that the An Lushan Rebellion had swept through once, and then the government army came, but it was not much better than the rebels.

As he spoke, he choked up a bit, and finally sighed, still wanting to maintain the demeanor of a literati, and smiled:

"So, what is the answer to the question we had when we were young?"

The Daoist, who was still as young as he was decades ago, looked at him gently and said, "Don't you understand?"

"'In my opinion, your cultivation is far less enjoyable than my life.'" The old man was greatly saddened, and watched the young Daoist carrying the blue sword and walking away.

But in just a few months, the old man finally passed away. Lu Dongbin buried him in his hometown near the East Sea, where he could hear the sound of the blue waves. A lame Daoist knew that this was also something he liked when he was young.

He liked to talk about the legends of immortals and the things that Lu Dongbin failed to save him, and sang with emotion: "Everyone knows that immortals are good, but they can't forget fame and fortune! Where are the generals and ministers of ancient and modern times? A pile of graves is gone."

"Everyone knows that immortals are good, but they can't forget gold and silver! They only hate that they don't have enough all day long, and they close their eyes when they have a lot."

"Everyone knows that immortals are good, but they can't forget their charming wives!"

Zhang Guolao, who was riding a donkey backwards, suddenly raised his head and said, "No, that's!!!"

Lu Dongbin raised his head to look, and suddenly his expression became sluggish. He saw that in the extremely magnificent place of the East Sea, a huge heavenly gate appeared between heaven and earth!

Above the heavenly gate, golden light was brilliant, unpredictable, with thousands of feet of colored clouds and endless auspicious energy.

A Daoist in a blue shirt seemed to be standing behind the door, his aura was long and unpredictable, as if he was the aggregation of all concepts of the past, present, and future, mysterious and mysterious. Lu Dongbin was shocked, and thought of the immortal fate he encountered when he was young, and said eagerly, "It's, it's Tianzun!"

Then he went straight towards the East Sea, but for some reason, when he was halfway across the sea with his sword, the heavenly gate suddenly restrained all its light and disappeared. Lu Dongbin was out of breath and fell into the East Sea, looking at the heavenly gate that seemed extremely far away and yet close at hand, he sensed the strands of cause and effect and aura.

But layers of waves rose in his heart.

Yuanshi Tianzun is in the East Sea, behind the heavenly gate in the East Sea! His own strength cannot cross the East Sea.

He cannot contact Yuanshi Tianzun behind the heavenly gate. Then gather eight people!

Use the eight trigrams to replay the innate from the acquired, and then try again to cross the East Sea and cross the heavenly gate. See Yuanshi Datianzun again!

In the dark, the cause and effect of the Eight Immortals that Wei Yuan sensed at that time was comparable to the feedback from the Qitian Dasheng.

It became more and more solid.