As usual, Dongling Jun practiced Taoism in his quiet room as usual.

Since more than 40 years ago, after being fortunate to visit Penglai Fairy Mountain, Donglingjun has lived a very regular life and practiced the breathing method in the early morning every day.

When it is noon, get up outside the mansion and practice Lingxu's swordsmanship and Wuliang Fist Palm.

In the evening, I returned to my room and comprehended the Penglai Sword Book.

It has been like a day for more than 40 years, and it sounds boring.

But for those who are determined to seek the truth, this kind of life is the most suitable one.

Only by being clear about one's mind and few desires and being free from worries and being free from the world of worries can one stabilize the mind of Tao and practice the Dharma hard.

The Penglai Fairy Mountain is indeed very quiet. Except for the time when the fairy mountain is opened once every twenty years, it will be noisy for several days, nothing major happened on weekdays.

There were only hundreds of people gathering in the entire mountain.

It is also scattered on several peaks, and the rest are walking in the world. It is normal for them to not see others for several months.

However, on this day, when Dongling Jun had just started to use the Lingxu breathing method and was about to continue breathing his true energy, someone came to visit him.

"Dongling Sword Lord, the head Taoist Lord calls you to the main peak to meet you, and you have important matters to discuss."

"Um?"

When Dongling Jun was disturbed when he was igniting his energy, he was displeased.

He frowned and touched his beard on his chest. The Taoist master of the sect used to be building a house to practice the secret technique of the sword scriptures. Why did he suddenly summon it today?

Could it be that my disciple caused some trouble when he was walking outside?

Thinking of this, a trace of worry flashed in Donglingjun's eyes.

He gave an order to the outsider's Taoist boy, asked him to wait for a moment, then got up and changed his clothes.

When Dong Lingjun walked out of the wing, it had changed a lot.

He was wearing a blue Taoist robe. Behind the Taoist robe was not decorated with Yin-Yang fish or Bagua patterns, but some strange runes of flying dragons and phoenixes.

There are also beads decorated like stairs on the shoulders.

It looks a bit exaggerated, but it is blessed with a mysterious temperament. Under the Taoist robe, it is wearing a white plain outfit with a moon-que jade ring hanging on its chest.

Wearing the Heavenly Dao Crown above our heads, we tied our long black hair with a green jade hairpin, and our hair was spread behind us. We didn’t use a hairband or a belt, and we just let our long hair fly.

The long beard is repaired very well. As you walk, the aura of immortal spirit and Taoist bones comes to your face.

Although Dongling Jun is over forty years old, his face looks only thirty because he has been practicing immortal martial arts for many years.

True energy is always warmed up to keep the facial skin properly, which is better than those young girls' skin.

He has a pair of sharp eyes and a pair of real sword eyebrows. Just looking at the appearance, he can feel a little bit of solemn and murderous aura when he looks light.

His eyes were filled with calmness, and he even felt indifferent, as if he was disdainful of external affairs.

Dong Lingjun held an exquisite whisk in his hand, and behind the Taoist robe, he also carried a green ancient sword on his back. Judging from the decoration of the sword grid and sword horn, this sword is not an extraordinary thing.

However, after the sword bead, it is also decorated with sword spears made of pearls, jade agate and colorful ropes.

The decoration is a bit exaggerated.

He walked out of the wing room and looked up.

Above the head, there are spots of light refracted from the sun through the sea surface, which are quite blurry, just like illusion light, shining on a light wall of light.

There is also a whale, stretching its huge body, slowly swimming through the sea of ​​light above Lingxu Peak like a mythical Kun.

Yes.

Penglai Fairy Mountains exist under the deep sea!

A mountain range with a radius of hundreds of miles is protected by a layer of light walls under hundreds of millions of tons of sea water. No matter how those seeking immortals are searching for it on the vast sea, how can they find this hidden place of immortals?

Donglingjun still remembers the shock and shock when he was admitted to the Immortal Sect when he was a child. He first came to this secret place of the Immortal Family.

For more than 40 years, every time I looked up at the wall of light above my head, my shock and sigh still did not weaken at all.

These are all blessings and protections for ancestors.

A thousand years after this spiritual energy disappeared, although this mountain protection array can still operate and resist seawater erosion, it cannot preserve the spiritual energy in Penglai Mountains.

This place of immortals is no longer strange than that of the outside world.

"I'll go first, just walk slowly."

Dong Lingjun withdrew his gaze, nodded to the little Taoist boy wearing a blue Taoist robe in front of him, then took off his leap and jumped down from the mountain under the sea.

Dongling Jun was floating in the air with a long clothes floating, and he just fell down a hundred feet away.

When he reached the center of the ridge, he waved his whisk and his whole figure floated for a moment. He took advantage of the force on a pine tree, slowing down halfway, and then continued to fly down.

His wide long sleeves swayed behind him, just like Ling Xu flying over. In just a dozen breaths, he fell from the peak and into the mountain road below.

During several ups and downs, it disappeared on the bluestone steps leading to the main peak.

Soon, Donglingjun, whose breathing was evenly symmetrical and his hair was not messy, came to the hall above the main peak.

This Penglai Hall is also a creation left over from ancestors a thousand years ago. It is solemn and grand. It is built on the main peak and is nine stories high, just like a high wooden tower.

However, this place is connected to the mountain protection array in Penglai Mountain. Although it is made of wood, it is immortal for thousands of years. It is difficult to hurt even if it uses the treasure blade of the world.

This main hall is the most important part of Penglai Mountain. The entire Immortal Sect’s secret spells, magic techniques, and the immortal family’s immortal life techniques that have been passed down for thousands of years are all stored here. This is also the place where the Taoist lord in charge of the sect has practiced.

On the vermilion gate of the nine-story hall that spreads nearly a hundred feet, there is an ancient plaque with four big characters written on it.

"Penglai Immortal Land"

"Dongling, come in, I have something to say to you."

A slightly old voice sounded from the Penglai Hall, and there was a vague feeling. When Dongling Jun heard the call, he did not dare to delay and got up and entered the hall.

The interior of the hall is quite simple with no ornate decoration. It is just a big house covered with black jade, at the end of the main hall.

It is a picture of the immortals in Penglai.

According to the inheritance era, from top to bottom, there are more than a dozen people who have achieved success in the Penglai Fairy Mountain in all dynasties, but they stopped at the time point a thousand years ago.

In Penglai, each Taoist lord's tablet can only be placed on the table below the Immortals' Picture and cannot be included in the Immortals' Picture.

This represents the regret and helplessness of all the immortals who practice immortals in the Dharma-Ending Age. Without the spiritual energy entering the body, no matter how wonderful immortal art is, it cannot be used, so naturally it will not be able to escape freedom and seek immortality.

And those immortals who had achieved success in their practice before also fell one by one in this cruel era.

People in the martial arts world sound just a story, but for the last immortal inheritors of Penglai Mountain, this is a tragic thing on earth, just like a desperate situation in hell.

And in front of the immortal map, there was a white-bearded old Taoist standing.

His outfit is very similar to that of Donglingjun, except that he is wearing a black Taoist robe, and the embellishment on his shoulders is not pearls and jade, but a black streamer.

It's strange that the hall has no wind, but the light streamer has been floating behind the old Taoist.

There are also two long white eyebrows extending from the corners of the old Taoist eyebrows, floating on his cheeks like beards, which is quite magical.

"The Master Daojun."

Dong Lingjun bowed to the old Taoist in front of him, and he said:

"I am urgently summoning me today. Could it be that my disciple was wrong and caused trouble?"

"It's not the case. Dongling, don't think too much."

The old Taoist put a few incense sticks on the pictures of the immortals, then picked up the white whisk, turned around and looked at Dong Lingjun with a smile. The old Taoist looked gentle, and when he smiled, he felt close to him.

He said to Donglingjun:

"Your disciple, Liu Zhuoran, is a person with a clear mind of Taoism and is quite talented in fate.

If he was still a thousand years ago, he would have achieved success in his practice and could enter the path to heaven. It was just that he had been born in the wrong era, just like you and me."

Speaking of this, the King of Penglai sighed, and shook the whisk and said:

"Zhuo Ran walks in the secular world, holding the Lingxu sword to kill demons and eliminate demons, protecting the people of the Tao. In several years, he has eliminated several evils for me Penglai.

They practiced my Penglai exercises, but did not do good deeds, so they should punish them. If they did not do good deeds, they would have to kill their lives and avoid the sufferings of the world.

I call you today not because of a brilliant thing, but another important thing.”

The old Taoist sat on the chair and looked at Dong Lingjun.

His face became serious, and his long white eyebrows also thumped, he said:

"Dongling, you have been in Penglai for forty-five years, but I still remember when I started, I told you, the wonders of my Penglai inheritance of swordsmanship?"

"Of course I remember it."

Dongling Jun held the whisk and said calmly:

"My Penglai sword technique all comes from Penglai Sword Book, which is a peerless martial art derived from the real immortal sword. The so-called "Red Dust Soaring in the Sea" are the three peerless sword techniques that are differentiated by Penglai Sword Book.

The sword style and sword intent are different, but they all end up with the same path. They directly point to the essence of swordsmanship and can return to nature."

"You remember well."

The old Taoist smiled and nodded, he twisted his white beard and said:
To be continued...