Eternal Gate

Not understanding the secret technique, Zhao Yun walked away embarrassedly.

He stood by the river with his hands in his hands, wondering what he was thinking about.

It is rare that the Taoist immortal is not there, such a good time, if you don't stealthily learn the secret art, are you sorry for the old ancestors?

"Hold her." Yun Cangzi was restless again.

Zhao Yun is too lazy to deal with this guy, he is not a pig, he is a little cabbage.

He had to find a good way to learn the secrets of Taoism without being so embarrassed.

"Then who... open the door."

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard cries from outside the bamboo forest.

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and the voice sounded familiar.

When I glanced sideways, it was really an acquaintance: Youyou Old Daoist.

The old guy was probably beaten up again, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his hair was like a chicken coop.

"I've seen seniors."

The misty rain has passed, but he can't go out.

Helpless, she had to bow her hand across the barrier.

"Where's your master?" Youyou Laodao wiped a nosebleed.

"I have something to do, go out for a few days." Yan Yu smiled softly.

"When will you return?" Youyou asked while looking into the depths.

He could vaguely see that there was still a person on the river bank in the forest. He looked a little familiar, but the barrier was blocking it, or the formation was too mysterious, so he couldn't see it clearly with his vision.

He wanted to come in, but it wasn't that easy.

The Taoist array is evil, and it is difficult for outsiders to enter and stroll.

"Master didn't say it clearly." Yan Yu said with a smile.

"Then who is it!" Youyou Old Road pointed to Zhao Yun's side.

"An old friend." Yan Yu did not reveal Zhao Yun's true identity.

There is no way, Da Luo Xianzong has enemies all over the world, the less people know about his whereabouts, the better.

Not to mention, this is the Holy Master Daluo, if it is spread out, I am afraid that it will cause trouble.

"Interesting." Youyou Old Daoist squeezed his beard.

He is very clear about where this is, and Daoxian basically does not bring outsiders.

Today, there is actually a junior left here, and he is still alone.

"This little girl's husband?"

Youyou Old Daoist touched his chin and looked at Yan Yu one more time.

What kind of evildoer must be, to be worthy of being a disciple of Dao Zhongxian.

He didn't stay long, turned around and went to the sky.

Zhao Yun just came here, afraid that the old man would ask him to chat.

"Listen to the master...you have the tree of creation." Yan Yu asked.

"Yes." Zhao Yun came to the spirit, and it seemed that a business had come to his door.

"Can you lend me three leaves?"

Misty Rain said, brushing a healing manifestation in his hand.

Inside, there was an elixir, and the fragrance of the medicine came out.

Zhao Yun sniffed it and felt a burst of energy. This was a high-level pill.

Although it was very rare, he still shook his head.

Misty rain smiled and changed something.

This time, it was an immortal sword that moved loudly.

nice one!

Zhao Yun is a person who knows goods, and at a glance, he knows that this sword is extraordinary.

Of course, he shook his head again.

Seeing this, Misty Rain slapped his sleeves again.

The treasure this time is an exquisite little tower.

The small tower is radiant, and it is made of special immortal gold.

Zhao Gongzi glanced at it, and then looked at the vast nothingness.

"Fellow Daoist wants to replace something, but it doesn't matter." Yan Yu asked with a smile.

"I want to learn the secret art." Someone who pretended to be deep the last second laughed at this moment. Compared with medicinal pills, weapons and secret treasures, the secret art was priceless, and he wanted this.

"The secret art is not rumored." Yan Yu smiled apologetically.

"Let me see the head office for a few days!" Zhao Yun rubbed his hands.

Yan Yu hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

It is still an illusory ancient book, transformed into the air in mid-air.

What is recorded on it is the method of Heaven's Secret Art. As for whether it is complete, Zhao Yun does not know. Even if it is not complete, it is genuine, and the ancient meaning cannot be deceived.

"Fairy take it."

Zhao Yunma took three leaves and stuffed them in Yan Yu's hands.

With the leaves hanging in the palm of her hand, Misty Rain was full of novelty. She had only heard of the legendary God of Fortune Tree, and it was the first time she had seen the real one. Even a few leaves contained a majestic spiritual energy.

"Three days later... I'll take it back."

Misty Rain left a word and left with the leaves.

As for the ancient books, outsiders can't understand them at all.

Without this confidence, she would not easily show it to Zhao Yun.

"Old Daoist, can you understand?" Zhao Yun said Yun Cangzi.

"Your master doesn't understand, let alone me." Yun Cangzi coughed dryly.

"Research and research first." Zhao Yun's eyes were shining, and he didn't look sideways.

The characters on ancient books are not fixed, they seem to have life, and they are arranged and combined all the time.

But he does not believe in evil, and there must be a mysterious mystery in it.

He is a studious person, and he is dazed when he sees it.

His stop is one day and one night.

He didn't understand the secrets of the ancient books of heaven at all.

Xu Shi was fascinated by it, and he didn't seem to realize that there was a shadow outside the bamboo forest.

It was Daoxian, and when he turned back to check, he saw Young Master Zhao and the ancient book of secrets.

This... was all he expected.

"If you can understand, this deity is your surname."

Daoxian took out the jug and smiled confidently.

Many people have read the ancient book of heaven and mystery that he arrived at home.

Among them, including Changshengxian, Bu Niantian, and the old way of hurting the sky, no one can see the mystery. With the vision of the Holy Master Daluo, it is strange that he can understand it? If you want to learn Taoist secret arts, it is not that simple.

After half a pot of wine, he subconsciously raised his eyes.

Just a moment ago, he smelled a hint of ancient air.

He threw the jug at random and took the supreme tripod immediately.

"It should be right this time."

He murmured, turned and disappeared.

Here, Zhao Yun is still there like a wooden stake and pestle. It has been a day and a night. Not only has he not understood the mystery, but his eyes are also staring at gold stars. The ancient characters that are always moving are all shining.

boom!

The long-lasting silence was broken by a roar.

The voice came from under the old tree, and it was the misty rain that was transforming into Nirvana.

Melting three leaves of the God of Fortune Tree, she tapped into the power of her bloodline and performed an ancient vision. Fortunately, it was in a bamboo forest. Fortunately, it was a small world, otherwise it would definitely attract a lot of people.

"Famous teachers give great apprentices!" Yun Cangzi sighed.

The disciples of the immortals of longevity are talents, and the disciples of immortals in the Dao are also talents.

To say that the most talented person is still the disciple who does not read the sky. This kid has an unlimited future.

"What... I don't understand!"

Zhao Yun scratched his head fiercely, the secret art was here, and he couldn't understand it.

If Xiu'er was here, he would definitely translate it for him.

Nonsence! If Xiu'er was here, just let him teach him directly.

The Moon God is an outstanding god, and he knows how many secret techniques of inheritance.

"I understand." Yan Yu walked slowly.

"Too mysterious." Zhao Yun buried his head and rubbed his eyes.

"Tell us about it!" Yun Cangzi floated out of the Eternal Realm.

Seeing him, Yan Yu was a little surprised, there was actually a remnant soul in the space with him.

If you are not mistaken, this is a remnant of the immortal king's soul, and it has also melted into Juechen's destiny.

"Explain?" Zhao Yun was caught off guard again, smiling at Yan Yu.