One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 413: Shifting Stars to Change Fights
Zhao Fuyun was finally unable to maintain that state of emptiness and tranquility, and the sound of tides began to appear in his ears. At that time, the invisible force that existed in time and space rushed into his soul from his ears like waves.

That force seemed to be able to wash away a person's lifespan, spirit, and all the meaning of existence.

This was just his intuitive feeling, and he quickly disengaged.

His body quickly emerged from nothingness.

In his eyes, the people he had seen were also flying away, and then dispersing into the only light and shadow in the dark water, forming groups, pieces, and finally breaking up, dispersing into the darkness, and turning into stars. He saw stars appearing in the darkness.

Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear: "Move the stars and change the constellations"

The stars in his eyes suddenly started to spin, and the sky instantly became hazy and turned into a whirlpool that swallowed him up. He had no choice but to control his thoughts and guard his mind so as not to let his consciousness be shattered by the whirlpool.

Time was only a moment, yet it seemed extremely long. He felt the wind blowing on his body and felt himself falling.

I opened my eyes and saw the dark night sky.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw several stars that were shining brightly. They seemed huge in his eyes, as if they were right in front of him, and then they quickly shrank and went away. When he could see clearly again, the stars seemed to have returned to the sky, but they were brighter than other stars. In the blink of an eye, they were no different from other stars. After another moment, Zhao Fuyun could no longer tell which stars were shining just now.

They have merged into the stars, as if nothing had ever happened.

Zhao Fuyun fell to the ground, the wind was broken by his body, but there was still spiritual light on his body. Looking at the stars that disappeared without a trace, he was surprised and unbelievable, but he also felt that it should be so.

Patriarch Xiyi of Tiandu Mountain entered the Hall of Rebirth and had his own way to leave it.

The room marked with the word "Peng" is probably the passage leading out of the Hall of Rebirth.

Some people on earth looked up at the sky and saw a stream of light suddenly falling from the sky and landing in the mountains.

In this mountain, there were two people sitting on a stone platform on the mountainside practicing.

These were two female cultivators, one of whom looked to be in her forties, dressed in a white Taoist robe and holding a whisk in her arm.

When I saw her for the first time, the most striking thing was the black spot on her face, which ran from the left side of her head and covered her eyes. Her eye sockets were sunken and her eyelids could hardly cover her eyeballs, making her look hideous and terrifying.

Judging from the injuries on her body, she must have had some thrilling experiences.

She looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with caution and vigilance.

Next to her was a young female monk who looked to be in her twenties, dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe. She looked like an apricot-yellow bud blooming in spring, full of vitality.

"Master, what is it?" the female disciple asked in confusion.

Her eyes were full of young people's curiosity.

The master next to her did not answer because she didn't see it clearly either.

"Is it a human?" the female disciple asked again.

"It's the talent that's dangerous." The master replied.

"You are here, let the teacher go and take a look."

She still decided to go and take a look. Although she had experienced thrilling and terrifying things and had become cautious, she also knew that some things could not be avoided, so it was better to take the initiative to face them.

Just as she finished speaking, the disciple next to her suddenly pointed to a big tree not far away. There was a person standing on the top of the tree.

That person was so eye-catching in the night and under the faint starlight, but she had no idea of it until her disciple reminded her.

When she saw this man, her heart sank. He was wearing an orange robe, with his hair tied up in a bun and a white hairpin inserted in between. His robe was wide and flowing, with big sleeves. He stood there, the wind blew, the treetops swayed, but his flowing robe did not move at all.

He stood there, so eye-catching and bright, but the wind could not reach him. He seemed to be nothingness, yet visible.

However, when she saw his face clearly, her heart, which was originally filled with fear and caution, turned upside down in an instant, because she had seen that face before.

She remembered that when she and her master were practicing in front of the cave, they saw a man sitting on a huge leaf, and the leaf was carried by eight ghostly figures and floated between the mountains and forests.

At that time, she asked her master whether that person was a human or a ghost.

Later, she had an argument with her master, which caused her master to hit her, and also caused the other party to ask across the mountain to buy her to try the medicine.

During these years of her practice, many of her old friends have died. Although practitioners live longer, they will always encounter various dangers. Ordinary people will die if they encounter ordinary ghosts and monsters, but cultivators will encounter more powerful ones, and sometimes they will even take the initiative to explore the places where the ghosts and monsters are lurking.

Therefore, the casualties among the monks were also very heavy.

Her master did not live to a ripe old age, and she herself almost died while exploring a cave. She also had several fierce fights with others and thought she was going to die. Although she managed to open the Purple Palace by chance, she was also injured. So she returned to the mountain where she practiced with her master, accepted a disciple, and stopped thinking about other things.

What surprised her was that she actually met someone she had met once before.

Although he looked more mature, he also became more mysterious and lofty, and his face was still young.

It seemed like an old friend but not an old friend. The conversation between her and her master when she was young came to her mind again.

But she quickly came to her senses because she really didn't know whether the person in front of her was good or evil.

Some people might kill someone just because of the way you look at them, so she was still tense.

Moreover, the other party seemed to have fallen from the sky, and no one knew what had happened to him.

"It's fate that I ended up here." Zhao Fuyun said with some emotion.

He recognized this mountain range because he had passed by it before.

"I am Shanxiu, a junior, and I am honored to meet you, senior." The female Taoist priest with a scar on her face held a whisk and bowed to Zhao Fuyun from a distance.

"Well!"

Now when others call Zhao Fuyun "senior", he no longer has any resistance or feeling of inability, because he is indeed old, and he himself does not know how many years he has been in the darkness and how many years he has been in this world.

Time created a sense of confusion in his body and mind.

It is really dark and gloomy for years, and the world has changed.

"I remember there was a cave in this mountain. There lived a master and disciple in that cave. I don't know if they are still there." Zhao Fuyun asked with some sigh.

"Senior, you still remember it, but my master has passed away for many years. I am the only one who has accepted a disciple to pass on my master's Taoism." said the Taoist nun named Shanxiu.

Zhao Fuyun then looked at her carefully again, looking at her current face and the cautious tone of her voice, he couldn't help but say: "So it's you, you were young and innocent back then, but now you are calm and cautious, time is really merciless."

Zhao Fuyun only felt that time was like a torrent, taking away many of the lovely and beautiful things in people.

Finally, people become like rotten wood until they die.

(End of this chapter)