Ye Yang looked at Yi Xuezi, with a barely perceptible gleam in his eyes.

"The universe is not perfect, and neither is life. How can we infer past and present lives based on a person's appearance?"

"No, appearance is determined by the heart, and destiny is determined by heaven."

Yi Xuezi shook his head, his voice low and powerful.

His eyes were clear, like a bottomless spring, filled with unshakable faith.

Ye Yang sighed softly.

Fate is really hard to predict.

It is too difficult to understand with the concepts of ordinary people.

Even the immortals in the legend may not be able to predict the power of fate.

Ye Yang believes even more that people have different lives, big lives and small lives.

Fate is something that cannot be changed or replaced no matter how hard you try; you can only passively accept it.

Like birth, like family background, like a person sitting at home, disaster will come from the sky.

Life, on the other hand, is something that can be changed through willpower and hard work.

Like practicing, like learning.

However, students of Yi believe that everything is arranged by fate.

Even studying, practicing, and luck are all predestined by fate.

Some people, when their destiny arrives, can obtain the fruit of immortality without practicing, become immortals, and ascend to heaven soon.

Some people make all kinds of plans and try their best, but in the end they are trapped in one place, unable to break through, and die in vain.

"Brother Yi, since you believe that everything is destined, then what is the point of our efforts?"

Ye Yang couldn't help but ask.

Yi Xuezi smiled slightly.

"Brother Ye, destiny cannot be violated. If you don't know your destiny, you can't be a god, and you can't be a gentleman. Destiny has already decided whether you will work hard or not."

Ye Yang was silent.

"Brother Yi, although you and I have different opinions, this world is big enough to accommodate our different opinions and views."

Before they knew it, night fell, and the starry moonlight shone through the window, shining on the three of them.

Yi Xuezi looked at Ye Yang and frowned slightly.

"This person was able to discuss the Dao with me for such a long time. He is indeed an extraordinary person."

"However, according to my fortune hexagram, he is clearly a mortal. Why is he so unpredictable and unpredictable? I used the six-line plum blossom arithmetic to predict the future, but it turned out to be nothing."

"Could it be that I am outside the mortal world and not in the five elements?"

"This person either has a heaven-defying treasure that conceals his aura, or he has an extraordinary physique. I was wrong."

He lowered his brows, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ye Yang raised his doubts at this time.

"Brother Yi, I wonder why you came all the way to find me."

"To be honest, I sense a familiar aura from Brother Ye."

"This aura led me across many mountains and rivers, but I used various methods to measure and could not find your trace."

"I had no choice but to find the Holy Son and ask him to introduce me."

There was a hint of urgency in Yi Xuezi's eyes.

It seems that what you are looking for is not just a person, but a past, or a long-lost connection.

Brother Ye frowned slightly, a little confused, and he spoke slowly.

"Brother Yi, we just met for the first time, how could we have such a deep connection? Is there something wrong?"

"No, I am not mistaken."

Yi Xuezi shook his head, his tone firm.

"This is closely related to the technique I practice. Many years ago, I obtained a treasured astronomical calculation technique in a fortuitous encounter."

"Ever since I started practicing this method, I have been able to sense my opportunity among the crowd, and now this opportunity has fallen on Brother Ye."

Brother Ye was silent for a moment, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes. He had not come into contact with many cultivators who studied the Dao of Numerology.

Except for the Yi Xuezi in front of him.

The remaining one is the mysterious old Taoist priest that he met in the longevity barrier in the past.

The man was holding a fortune-telling white soul flag and was extremely sloppy. The outline of the Thirteen Swords of Time was also given by him.

Could it be that he is the one that Yi Xuezi is looking for?
Ye Yang spoke slowly.

"Brother Yi, your words remind me of an old Taoist priest who also practices the art of numerology."

After hearing this, Yi Xuezi's eyes sparkled: "Old Taoist priest? Brother Ye, please tell me in detail."

"Do you still remember what the old man looked like?"

Brother Ye pondered for a while, then slowly closed his eyes, as if trying hard to recall.

"I only remember that he had white hair, held a soul flag in his hand, and had a slovenly face. The rest is gone."

Xuezi Yi nodded, took out a scroll from his arms, unfolded it and handed it to Brother Ye.

"Brother Ye, take a look at the person in this painting. Does he look like the old man in your memory?"

Brother Ye took the scroll and his eyes fell on the painting. In the painting was an old man with an immortal look, holding a whisk, with deep eyes and surrounded by a faint green light.

Apart from being clean and tidy and well-groomed, his face was exactly the same as that man's.

Ye Yang's fingers gently stroked the screen, with shock in his eyes.

"This is indeed the old Taoist priest!"

Seeing this, Yi Xuezi showed a relieved smile on his face.

"It is true. Brother Ye, I said that my fate would fall on you. There must be a deeper cause and effect between you and me."

The two looked at each other, Ye Yang took a deep breath, and spoke slowly.

"Brother Yi, if it's not the old Taoist priest, what is his origin?"

Yi Xuezi shook his head

"I don't know either, but I got two sentences from the Tian Suan Bao Shu, which I still remember clearly and have always regarded as a guiding principle."

He spoke slowly

The previous sentence is "It is impossible to count the humble lives of the countless living beings."

Ye Yang somehow thought of the words that the old Taoist priest often said before. He immediately blurted out the next sentence.

"The next line is 'Look back and see the starry sky approaching the dawn.'"

"No, it's Geng Geng Xing He Nai He Tian."

Looking back at Geng Geng’s words “The stars are about to rise in the sky”, it reveals a glimmer of hope and expectation.

Although the journey of life is full of ups and downs and difficulties, there always comes a moment when the night is about to fade away and the first ray of dawn appears on the horizon.

People will stop and look up at the starry sky as the darkness gradually fades away, and a warm feeling will surge in their hearts, inspiring them to strive for self-improvement.

But Geng Geng Xing He Nai He Tian Tian, ​​despite his thousand efforts and struggles, was ultimately beaten down by the wind and rain.

The word "what to do" completely dissipates everything into nothingness.

"Want the dawn or the naihetian?"

Yi Xuezi looked at the sky and a trace of doubt appeared in his heart.

Ye Yang looked at him, with a gleam in his eyes.

Fate is unpredictable.

But he wanted to.

Regardless of whether fate is already determined or not.

He always sticks to his beliefs, is tenacious, takes one step at a time, keeps his feet on the ground, keeps exploring, keeps practicing, and keeps moving forward.

……

this time.

The battle started by Yi Qi Chang Qiu Dao Xing He and Ba Bu Tian Long Huo Xia Bodhi caused a sensation.

Ye Yang was also paying close attention and did not even return from the sect.

Tonight, the night of the full moon.

In the quiet Ruyi Lake valley, ancient trees stand tall, and the moonlight shines through the treetops, dappling onto the bluestone path.

On the full moon night, everything finally became quiet.

A group of people are standing on the top of the cliff, on the precipice, or on the lake, looking forward to it.

All those who came were heroes and great men.

Ye Yang looked around one by one. Next to him by the lake was the six-armed lion king Dona Yuan, and next to him was the royal concubine Li Xinfei.

They are all high-level cultivators in the top 20 on the Hidden Dragon List, and are rarely seen in normal times.

Further ahead was Luo Shenxue, whose years had been cut off by Ye Yang's sword. She now had a head full of white hair and bloodshot in her eyes.

As for the Blood Demon Saint Son, the bloodthirsty wolf Wang Dong and others, needless to say.

Ye Yang sat in the attic by the window and waited patiently.

This position is extremely difficult to obtain. Even within the Feitian Sect's sphere of influence, it took the subordinates a lot of planning to get it.

He waited quietly for Dao Xinghe and Xia Puti to appear.

Looking forward to it, looking forward to it
When the moon was one-third higher, the crowd finally became excited.

There were two people walking alone under the moon, coming in the moonlight.

In the night, their figures were like two meteors, one in front and one behind, cutting through the silent sky.

Then they stood in the center of the lake, one on the left and one on the right.

One is Dao Xinghe and the other is Xia Bodhi.

Dao Xinghe was wearing a black robe with silver edges and a long sword at his waist. The scabbard was engraved with intricate star patterns.

His eyes were determined and his steps were steady, as if every step was in line with the rhythm of heaven and earth.

Following closely behind was Xia Bodhi, wearing a fiery red robe that fluttered in the wind like a burning flame.

He was tall, like a diamond, without hair, but on his head was a high fleshy bun with a red-gold hairpin carved with a flying dragon stuck in it.

Xia Bodhi was very calm, with a string of Buddhist beads hanging in his hand, chanting all the time, with wisdom shining in his eyes.

There is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the Buddha is smiling at a flower. He is approachable and always gives people a feeling of being unfathomable.

The arrival of the two broke the tranquility here.

"Look, they're taking action."

“It’s a once-in-a-century event, and it’s rare to see one.”

"The battle between the third and sixth place on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. If we miss this opportunity, it will be hard to see it again in our lifetime."

Many people opened their eyes wide, afraid of missing out on this unprecedented battle.

Ye Yang's eyes emitted golden-red sword light, and his sword pupils moved. Everything in the world became clear in his eyes.

He looked carefully.

On the lake, under the full moon.

Dao Xinghe took the lead in launching the attack.

The knife can shatter the starry sky, and once the knife is out, the heaven and the earth will be destroyed.

This knife, like the brightest star in the night sky, cut through the curtain of darkness, bringing with it endless brilliance and power.

Wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to be split in two, and a sharp whistle echoed in the space, making people tremble with fear.

Xia Bodhi opened and closed his hands, and launched a Buddha Fire Palm.

This palm is like the lotus beneath the Buddha's seat, blooming with infinite light and compassion.

Wherever the palm wind went, the flames turned into a huge lotus, burning all the evil.

In the center of the lotus, there seems to be a small Buddhist kingdom, emitting peace and tranquility.

The attacks of the two, one hard and the other fierce, did not complement each other, but both contained the power to destroy everything.

The sword light of Dao Xinghe and the Buddha Fire Palm of Xia Puti intertwined with each other, forming a gorgeous vacuum zone.

The next moment, the two collided and disappeared like mist.

The sword light flashed again, and the Buddha's fire lotus bloomed again.

The two men's offensive was as powerful as the tide.

Everyone could see that this person was a worthy chess player and a good general, and their strength was comparable.

In fact, the Drunken Sword Immortal is ranked first on the Hidden Dragon List.

He is already sixty years old and will be removed from the list next year.

(End of this chapter)