History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 1608

Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes, meditated for a moment, opened his eyes to look at Yang Jian, and asked, “Brother Dao knows that the Great Master Xuandu had received a letter from Emperor Ziwei? Or someone else’s letter?”

“There is a letter.” Yang Jian nodded and replied with admiration in his eyes, “Master Xuandu asked the old gentleman, but the old gentleman didn’t comment, so Master Xuantu took care of it himself.”

“Finally, Master Xuandu went to the Heavenly Palace Shrine, but the road was blocked by the ancient Buddha burning the lantern.”

Yan Zhaoge looked up slightly after hearing the words.

After leaving for a while, a wry smile appeared on his face: “Listening to you, Brother Dao, is really shocking.”

The old man’s mind really couldn’t guess, it was too much to rely on it.

“It is also difficult for people other than the Dao Sect of my generation to figure out the mind of the old man.” Yang Jian smiled slightly: “If it were not, his old man would not make a move in the Middle Ages.”

“The so-called Taoism is unpredictable, doing nothing and doing nothing, it is not uncommon to do anything. It was a decision before, and then immediately changed my mind. It is also normal. It is normal to use ordinary people’s ethics and thinking habits to demand such existence. Kind of absurdity.”

Yang Jian smiled undiminished and sighed: “Boldly speaking, Lao Jun suddenly took action in person, and it is not impossible to wipe out the Sanqing Daoist family in my generation. There is no reason at all, maybe it’s just because his old man gave birth to that way at the time. So I did that. There is no reason to say. The reason in our eyes is useless to the old gentleman.”

“Still constrained by the principles of this world, what is it called detachment?”

Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng were silent.

Yang Jian just said that it is naturally a very extreme hypothesis, but it is not impossible.

From a certain point of view, this hypothesis is as likely as Laojun to fight against other Dao ancestors in order to protect the Dao Men’s direct inheritance.

“It’s not that our reasoning is useless.” Yan Zhaoge added: “It may be useless or useful.”

Whether or not to follow the common sense and logic of this world is up to the old gentleman himself.

Perhaps in his eyes the previous moment, the creatures in this world are equal, no matter whether the Taoist school is authentic or the Xiantianwaidao, or the Buddhism demon clan, or even the Nine Nether Demons, they are all equal, and there is no difference.

It is also possible that in the next moment, he will protect the calf very well, and actively participate in the game with other Taoist ancestors in order to care for the Taoist ancestors, doing everything to the extreme.

Or even, he would help Xian Ting suppress the Dao Sect’s authentic progeny, it is not impossible.

Of course, most of the time, the old gentleman’s reaction to the affairs of this world is indifferent.

However, what makes everyone helpless is that they can’t guess when the old man is thinking, there is no rule at all, and only when he really takes action can he be accurate.

And a Dao realm capable of making a move is likely to be full of profound meaning, and it is difficult to see his true thoughts at the time.

The reason why the other forces didn’t rush to the Dao Sect’s authentic sects, this is the reason.

Maybe the old gentleman ignored him when others did it.

But many years later, at any time, Lao Jun suddenly turned his face without warning, seeking revenge on the back.

In terms of strength, Lao Jun is equivalent to the Taiqing Moral Heavenly Sovereign before he transcends, and it is enough to make other Dao Ancestor levels daunting.

There are only a few Dao ancestors in total, and in the battle between them, the old gentleman suddenly joins, which is enough to affect the balance of the battle.

What is even more frightening is that no one can guarantee whether the old gentleman represents the will of the detached Sanqing Patriarch.

The ancestor of the Three Qing dynasties who have been detached is like an old gentleman, hard to figure out.

Maybe the projection of Laojun was gone, and the Patriarch of the Three Qings didn’t care about it.

But it may also provoke the re-emergence of the ancestors of the Three Qing dynasties.

That is not something that anyone would like to see.

Feng Yunsheng murmured: “After all, even if the same detached Buddha and Empress Wa return, the result is still two to three.”

It is a pity that the authenticity of Taoism cannot be guaranteed.

It may even be disaster.

“This is very painful…” Yan Zhaoge raised his forehead and said with a wry smile: “However, thinking about it a little more optimistically, Immeasurable Tianzun’s heart must not be at peace all these years.”

In those days, I took a risk and it succeeded.

But who knows when Lao Jun suddenly asked for a post?

Of course, there may be surprises, for example, the old man helped Xian Ting instead.

But this is either great sorrow or great joy, but sorrow and joy are not the final decision, and I don’t know when it will happen, or whether it will definitely happen, I am afraid that few people will like it.

At least Yan Zhaoge didn’t like it very much.

“This is the current situation in front of my generation.” Yang Jian smiled sighingly: “It’s useless to be dissatisfied or complain. How to make the best of the situation and let the situation develop in the direction that is beneficial to us is the key.”

He laughed at himself and said: “I have been recuperating in Tusita Palace for these years, even if the old man and his elders do not pay attention to it, I have benefited.”

“This is natural.” Yan Zhaoge also smiled: “The so-called if, at present, it is only if, but in fact, the authenticity of my generation of Taoism continues to this day and is gradually rejuvenating. It is more or less related to other people’s fear of the old man.”

The smile on his face gradually disappeared: “It’s just that I don’t wait for time.”

“On the matter of the ancient sword of the absolute immortal, please be calm and restless.” Yang Jian stood up at this moment: “I will give you an answer later.”

After all, he handed a piece of talisman to Yan Zhaoge.

The treasures written on Fulu belonged to Houtu Huangdi.

Yan Zhaoge took the Fu Lu, put it away solemnly, and then bowed his hand to Yang Jian: “Brother Lao Dao.”

“It’s been a long time. Today’s conversation, so far, we will have some time later.” Yang Jian nodded to Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng.

His figure gradually disappeared, and the brilliant galaxy in front of him began to collapse.

The dim light reappeared, coming from afar, as if the boundary of the universe was shrinking, replacing the galaxy universe and manifesting a world.

The power and artistic conception of Hou Tu Huangdi reappeared, and the warm and heavy feeling once again enveloped the two Yan Zhaoge.

“See you again.” Houtu Niangniang’s voice sounded, and then she went away, and the yellow world collapsed.

The two Yan Zhaoge returned to the real endless void outside the territory.

Yang Jian turned into the Emperor of Hou Tu and traveled far into the void.

After the long journey, he once again united with the same star, waiting quietly.

I don’t know how long it took, inside the stars, an old man appeared suddenly, wearing a fishtail crown and a big red robe, with a strange appearance and a long beard.

In front of the old man, there appeared a woman who was graceful and noble, gentle and heavy, like the mother of the earth.

“The Daoist Houtu is alive, and I am also happy.” The red-robed old man stroked his beard and smiled.

The woman in the Chinese dress said flatly: “Thanks to Dao Brother Xuan Du for helping me, letting my generation recover in the Palace of Dust, otherwise I am afraid that I will not live to see Dao Jun again now.”