Take a Door with You - Chapter 182

  Chapter 182 Old Town Meets Old Town! [First change, ask for a monthly pass! 】

   Crash!

  The waves hit the reef, stirring up waves one by one.

  Cao Xin is in the sea, with a sword in his hand, walking like a mountain, taking the fierce waves as imaginary enemies, breaking through the waves with his sword, and constantly fighting.

  The sword technique is sometimes psychedelic and sometimes complicated.

  Qingqiu Eighteen Illusions!

   Eighty-eight sixty-four-style flying eagle maneuvering swordsmanship!

  The two sets of swordsmanship were rehearsed and honed over and over again by Cao Xin. The former has been mastered, while the latter is the most complicated and difficult to practice.

   But drill again and again.

   Think again.

   From time to time, a little feeling came to my heart.

   Sometimes thinking about moves.

  Mobilize the mood from time to time.

Qishan is known as the “Thirty-Three Swordsmanship”, and this set of swordsmanship “Eight Eighty Sixty-Four Styles Flying Eagle Whirling Swordsmanship” is among them. It is the most complicated and the most ruthless among Qishan swordsmanship, and it is also the most difficult to practice. one.

   The changes in moves are not easy to figure out.

  Practicing this set of swordsmanship, what’s more, it is courageous and ruthless, and the power is greatly reduced if the mood is not in the mood.

  Cao Xin was pondering over the connection of various moves, and at the same time pondering how to coordinate his state of mind with sword moves to exert greater power.

   Immerse yourself in it.

   Before you know it, time passes.

   Wait until exhausted.

  Cao Xin retracted his sword, turned back and went ashore, ready to enter the primitive fairyland to cultivate, and then go to the bottom of Yuanhe River to practice internal strength.

but.

   Just at this time.

  Before Cao Xin was about to enter the original fairyland, he casually glanced at the sea, his face suddenly changed——

  …

  The vast sea.

   A flat boat, moving slowly.

  There is a man standing on top, with long hair **** and wrapped in animal skin. From a distance, he looks like a savage. But when he got closer, he realized that he was an old man with black hair and white beard. His demeanor and demeanor, except for his clothes, had nothing to do with savages.

  Cao Xin stood on the shore, found the boat, found the old man.

  The old man also saw Cao Xin, with astonishment on his face, and then he picked up the paddle in surprise, and slapped it on the sea at random.

   “Master!”

   Cao Xin’s pupils constricted.

  Only this one-handed skill can lift weights lightly, no less than a master.

At least.

  Ask yourself.

  Cao Xin couldn’t be so calm.

  Stay to shore.

   Seeing the old man turn over and get off the boat, he raised the boat over his head with one hand, and just like that, stepped on the waves and carried the boat to the shore step by step.

  With this strength, it is no problem to carry a tripod.

boom!

  The boat landed.

  The old man cupped his hands and greeted Cao Xin: “Zhang Jue, Taoist from Dongtu, met fellow Taoist.”

  Zhang Jue was a little excited.

  Going to sea for six full years.

  Wandering for thousands of miles.

  Finally, on a distant coast far away from home and Daliang, I meet a living person.

  This is too rare.

  Even though this person is wearing a mask, Zhang Jue feels very friendly.

   Seeing that his black clothes are still intact, I look forward to it even more.

   Clothes are good.

   Does it mean that there are human beings and kingdoms around here and on this continent?

  He searched for it for six years but couldn’t see it. Could it be that there is another village?

  There are many things I want to say.

  Many questions to ask.

  For a while, Zhang Jue didn’t know where to speak.

   And this side—

   “East soil?”

   “Zhang Jue?”

When Cao Xin discovered this old man, he had already changed into black clothes, white hair, and silver face, and turned into the appearance of “Yang Guo”. It’s a fellow villager: “Could it be that the Taoist priest is from Daliang?”

“what?”

   “Fellow daoists also know Daliang?”

  Zhang Jue was shocked when he heard it.

  He has been at sea for six years, and he doesn’t know where he has drifted to. A person he meets at random speaks Mandarin with a Xijing accent?

   Could it be—

   “Wandering outside, going round and round, and returned to Daliang?”

  Zhang Jue began to doubt.

   “The opposite?”

  Cao Xin also became confused: “Shouldn’t my place be the northernmost end of the Dongtu Continent where Daliang is located?”

   One old and one young.

  Looked at each other.

  …

  In the end, the old Taoist Zhang Jue was the first to react, hesitatingly asked: “Fellow Daoist is also from Daliang?”

“good.”

   “I am Xia Yang Guo, a person from the Xijing Prefecture of Daliang.”

  Cao Xin reported his family.

   Zhang Jue heard the words, and didn’t care about the surprise of fellow villagers meeting fellow villagers, so he hurriedly asked: “I don’t know if this place is Dongtu? How far is it from Daliang?”

  You don’t know either?

  Cao Xin looked puzzled.

Seeing this, Zhang Jue hurriedly said, “It has been six years since the old Taoist went to sea at the beginning of the second year of Qianyou. He set off from the South China Sea and went all the way to the south. He originally wanted to see the farther world, but he didn’t expect to go back to the east today. earth!”

   Be good!

  Going to sea alone, it will take six years?

  This old-fashioned, awesome man!

  Much better than him and the Divine Condor.

  Ah Xia, I have only been flying for three months, and I only fly four hours a day, and now I can’t stand it. I really can’t imagine, what kind of person can persevere in asceticism for six years in the boundless sea.

   This is a great man.

   is even more ruthless.

   At the same time, Cao Xin understood.

   Obviously.

  This old man, like him, started from the South China Sea, found a direction, and went straight south.

  Now, when Cao Xin met the old Taoist, he thought he would go back to Daliang.

  The old way is the same.

   When I met Cao Xin who claimed to be from the Xijing Prefecture, he also thought that he had lost his way at sea, and unknowingly turned back and returned to Dongtu.

   Oolong trouble.

Cao Xin tidied things up a bit, then smiled and said: “We may have misunderstood. The Taoist priest went to sea for six years, and he has been going south. Yang is similar. Since he hit Daliang, he has traveled southward for 260,000 miles. It takes six years to travel a hundred miles, and it’s about the same to get here.”

   Travel hundreds of miles a day.

  It may be difficult for ordinary people, but for this old man—

  Zhang Jue—

  【root bone: 8】

  【Age: 126】

  【Sequence: None】

  【HP: 28】

  【Energy value: 49】

  【Spirit value: 42】

  …

   “Tsk tsk!”

   “Over one hundred and twenty years old, and still able to go on a great voyage alone, he really is not a mortal!”

  Cao Xin casually threw two insights to the old Taoist. Seeing his six attributes, although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, he couldn’t help but gasp.

  Eight-point root bone!

  One hundred and twenty-six years old!

  The energy value is as high as forty-nine points, surpassing all the masters in Daliang, surpassing them by a whole order of magnitude!

   Even the spiritual value is more than forty points, far surpassing Grandmaster Liang!

  The life value is slightly lower.

  This may have something to do with his being too old. Life and death are important matters. As he grows older, his vitality will be lost, which is inevitable.

   After reading the attributes, Cao Xin was shocked.

But at the same time.

  He can also understand how this old man can travel alone for six years, wandering 260,000 miles, and come here to meet him.

“ceiling!”

   “This is the ceiling!”

   “Zhang Jue?”

   “I just said why it sounds so familiar!”

  Cao Xin looked at the attributes of the old Taoist, then looked at the age, and then looked at the three-dimensional value, and immediately remembered: “It turns out that the Qingyang Palace Chongyang real person is face to face, no respect, no respect!”

  This ‘Zhang Jue’ is not someone else, but the ceiling of the force of the Liang Jianghu—

  Chongyang real person!

  His real name is ‘Zhang Jue’, which was often mentioned when he was young, but since Chongyang real person became highly respected, he was rarely heard of, and has always been honored as ‘real person’.

   Over time.

  The layman’s name is unknown.

   Fortunately, the Embroidery Department formulated the “Embroidered Clothes Gold List”, which introduced many masters, and naturally included Chongyang Daoist who was number one on the list.

  Cao Xin saw it at the time and was impressed.

  I didn’t think of it when I met the old man, but combined with this attribute, I am afraid that there will be no second person.

   This side.

  Seeing that Cao Xin recognized him, Zhang Laodao was also a little surprised. He didn’t expect that there were still young people who remembered his layman’s name.

   But in comparison, he was even more surprised—

   “Two hundred and sixty thousand miles?”

   “Xiaoyou Yang means that this place is 260,000 miles away from the Eastern Land?”

  Chongyang Daoist has been wandering in the sea for six years, and he has also passed by the mainland and islands, but he spends more time on the sea. He can only rely on the sun and astrology to identify his position and ensure that he keeps heading south.

  However, after six full years, how many miles he has traveled, how can he remember and calculate.

   Travel hundreds of miles a day?

   Much more than that!

  But going around, excluding the winding and tortuous detours, 260,000 miles seems to be about the same.

   “I saw my little friend just now, and the old man thought he was going back to the east again.”

   “But I didn’t expect that this place is nearly 300,000 miles away from Daliang.”

  Chongyang Daoist was emotional for a moment.

  Even if he is a master, these six years of wandering have never been easy.

   Hard work.

   Dangerous.

   Not enough for outsiders.

  If it weren’t for his merits and good fortune, he would have died countless times.

Therefore.

  He was also very curious about Cao Xin’s ability to travel here: “I wonder how long you have been at sea?”

  Meet an old acquaintance in a foreign land.

  Naturally kind.

  Chongyang real person’s tone is more enthusiastic.

When Cao Xin heard the words, he laughed and said: “In April this year, Yang went to Qingyang Mountain and wanted to see the real person. At that time, Master Lu said that the real person had retreated for many years and had not seen outsiders. Yang felt deeply regretful. Unexpectedly, To be able to meet a real person here.”

This year?

  April? !

  Chongyang Daoist looked surprised: “How is it possible?”

   “A real person.”

   “You might as well go to the island and listen to me in detail.”

   Cao Xin laughed.

  …

  (end of this chapter)