God Eye Courier

Chapter 417 Strange Rules
Meng Guangyuan's face turned pale with anger, and he said to the Lingwen Bead: "Hey, if it wasn't for the Confucianism treasure to break the empty pen, I wouldn't be living in the immeasurable holy place."

Zhitong wiped off the saliva on the bead, and gave him a blank look, "You scold me, don't spit on my spirit pattern bead, this bead took 100 years to refine."

Anger was simmering in his heart, Meng Guangyuan's chest heaved and heaved, and his face became more and more ugly.

Monk Zhitong sighed lightly, and joked, "Old Meng, don't be discouraged, a thousand saw sharks can still trouble you. Now that you are managing Ke Lanhai, you have a lot of money. Hurry up and go to the sea to catch hundreds of guppies to replenish your health." , change your mood."

Meng Guangyuan flicked his sleeves and said, "You want to satisfy your hunger and go fishing by yourself. I'm not in the mood, so don't bother me."

Zhitong nodded slightly, "Okay, don't be greedy when I finish stewing the fish."

Before he finished speaking, he had already plunged into the depths of Ke Lanhai stepping on the Triple Treasure Gourd.

Meng Guangyuan completely ignored Ye Xuan, and thought with his hands behind his back, "The way of heaven is not fair, I am devoted to revitalizing Confucianism and Taoism, the sun and the moon can learn from the heart of a child, why is it controlled by Zhang Wuliang?
If it wasn't for Duan Kongbi, I wouldn't be so useless, and the barrier of Wuliang Tiangong couldn't stop me at all. "

Standing behind Meng Guangyuan, Ye Xuan suddenly thought of the Confucianism cultivators of Wenqu Shrine. There are thousands of different monks in the world, but only Confucianism cultivators seem to be born out of the same mold, all of them are polite and eloquent.

"Senior, I dare to ask, can the revitalization of Confucianism and Taoism only rely on Duankong pen?"

Meng Guangyuan didn't even turn his head, and said coldly: "You don't know something. The Duankong pen is one of the three Confucian and Taoist treasures left by Kong Sheng when he became immortal. trace.

For thousands of years, Confucianism and Taoism have been declining, mainly due to the lack of charismatic leaders. The first choice for children to practice is kendo, and kendo is the most powerful branch of martial arts. Over time, Confucianism and Taoism lack talents to be cultivated.

If I can get the Duankong pen, I can gather all Confucianism cultivators in the world, spread the Dao, and recruit disciples. If I don't have this pen, even if my cultivation is as high as the sky, I won't be convincing. "

Ye Xuan immediately understood that what Meng Guangyuan said was not unreasonable, the way of swordsmanship is prosperous, but there has never been a unified leader, whether it is the Eight Great Saint Emperors or the Nine Great Divine Kings, they are all just playing in their own fields.

Even though the emperors can destroy a small world with a snap of their fingers, they cannot become spiritual leaders in the small world.

The spiritual leader of Confucianism and Taoism has always been Kong Sheng, and there is no other choice. Meng Guangyuan wants to revive Confucianism and Taoism, and obtaining Duankong Pen is undoubtedly a shortcut.

Ye Xuan clasped his fists and said: "Senior has such lofty ambitions, and I admire him very much. The road ahead is difficult and unpredictable. I wish you all the best, and your wishes will come true."

Meng Guangyuan then turned his head, his eyes showed approval, and finally a smile appeared on his face, "Ye Xuan, you have a good conversation and a lot of knowledge, but you are a good seedling of Confucianism, why don't you worship me as a teacher, I will definitely cultivate you with all my strength." .

One day I will hold the banner of Confucianism and Taoism, and you will be the number one hero, wouldn't it be great? "

Ye Xuan was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect Meng Guangyuan to have such an idea, but at this moment, being a teacher is tantamount to confronting the immeasurable emperor, he is not so stupid.

"Thank you for your love, senior, but I have always been a swordsman, and I don't know anything about Confucianism, and my own skills are messy. If I learn one more, I may go crazy."

Meng Guangyuan's eyes froze, and he said arrogantly: "Forget it, it's not difficult for a gentleman to force others."

Ye Xuan didn't dare to speak again, and stood there without embarrassment.

A moment later, monk Zhitong rushed out of the sea driving the three treasure gourd, holding two dark green net bags in his hand, which contained more than a dozen colorful guppy fish.

"Ye Xuan, come and give me a hand. I'm going to make braised fish, sweet and sour fish, steamed fish and grilled fish."

"Okay." Ye Xuan quickly ran over and took one of the net pockets.

Zhitong flipped his palm, and a powerful force burst out, rolling up the nearby yellow sand, revealing a large open space.

He put away the gourd, took out more than ten kinds of cooking utensils, a small stove, and various condiments from the storage bag, and began to call Ye Xuan non-stop.

Ye Xuan is willing to help, after all, he can share several pieces to taste after a while.

The laughter of Zhitong and Ye Xuan spread to the eardrums with the sea breeze, and Meng Guangyuan became more and more upset when he heard it. Fortunately, he turned off his ear consciousness and plunged into the sea.

Half an hour later, Zhitong divided the [-] fish into three shares, one for himself and Ye Xuan, and naturally the other for Meng Guangyuan.

"Try the braised guppy fish first, it tastes delicious, and the nourishing effect is better than the general spirit-gathering pill."

Ye Xuan picked up a chopstick of braised fish and put it in his mouth. Sure enough, his cheeks were fragrant, and he quickly praised, "Senior, your cooking skills are really good."

Zhitong laughed and said, "If it wasn't for the inexhaustible beauty, how could I be willing to stay in the immeasurable holy land for 1000 years?"

Ye Xuan almost choked. Of these two Chinese fellows, one devoted himself to the revival of Confucianism and Taoism, while the other only cared about eating, drinking and having fun. It was a world of difference.

It didn't take long for the two of them to eat ten fish and wipe them clean.

Zhitong burped, touched his swollen white belly and said, "Ye Xuan, it's time for us to go back. If we don't leave, Lao Meng will definitely go crazy."

"Please senior lead the way." Ye Xuan said politely, and landed firmly on the Triple Treasure Gourd.

With a wave of Zhitong's hand, the three-treasure gourd under his feet immediately took off, carrying them straight into the sky.

The three-treasure gourd disappeared into the sky, Meng Guangyuan came out from the sea, muttered a few words, and devoured the five fish left by Zhitong.

"Although this monk is out of shape all day long, he is really good at cooking, and the steamed fish is delicious."

………………

After returning to Sanxia Mountain, Zhitong went around to the back mountain to take care of the purple bamboo forest, while Ye Xuan sat in the grass, took out a bright red spirit stone, put it on his lips, and poured spiritual power into it.

"Rong'er, everything is fine here, how are you doing now?"

After waiting for a long time, but did not receive a response from Gao Yuerong, Ye Xuan couldn't help but feel discouraged, and was about to close the spirit stone when a serious and cold voice came into Ye Xuan's ears.

"I am Qing Huan, the cave master of Yanyue Cave. Now Gao Yuerong has become a disciple of my sect. According to the sect's rules, newcomers are not allowed to have frequent contact with the outside world in the first year, lest they indulge in their children's personal affairs and disturb their Dao heart.

I know that you are already married. Today is just a reminder. Try not to contact her for a year from now. This year is very important to her. It is a good time to lay the foundation, and you can't be distracted at all. "

Ye Xuan's heart sank, he didn't expect Yanyue Cave to have such weird regulations, Qing Huan's behavior is called salty eating radish and less worrying at best, or cold-blooded and ruthless beating mandarin ducks at worst.

Ye Xuan said as politely as possible: "Cave Master Qinghuan, I just want to know how Rong'er is doing now, can you let me say a few words to her?"

"sure."

After a while, Gao Yuerong's voice came from the Ling Wen Stone, "Ye Xuan, I miss you so much, I'm fine in Yanyue Cave, don't worry."

"Rong'er, I'm relieved that you're doing well. Let's work together to become an inner disciple as soon as possible."

In order to avoid Qing Huan's irresponsible remarks, the two of them only chatted a few or five sentences, telling each other their hearts, then cut off their spiritual power and took back the spirit stone.

In the early morning of the next day, facing the brilliant Zhaoyang, Ye Xuan started weeding. There are mostly saber-tooth grasses, about two feet high, with deep roots and broad leaves, so it is not easy to pull them out.

It took three full days just to pull the weeds, and then it took another five days to cultivate day and night.

It wasn't until the tenth day that Ye Xuan had time to sit down and rest, and took out the jade slips to study the immeasurable magic skills carefully.

Mental methods and moves have long been memorized, but they are awkward to use. No wonder Bai Wentao said that ordinary people can learn immeasurable magic skills.

"Ye Xuan, what are you thinking about?" Monk Zhitong appeared quietly, his belly seemed to be rounded again.

Ye Xuan hurriedly stood up and said hello, "I'm comprehending infinite magic skills, Senior Zhitong, I want to ask you something."

"What do you want to ask?" Zhitong sat on the gourd, drinking a small wine leisurely.

"Do you know the master of Yanyue Cave? How is she?"

Zhitong took a sip of his wine and coughed violently, "You are not a female disciple, why ask her?"

"My wife Gao Yuerong visited Yanyue Cave a few days ago, and now she is sitting down as a disciple. I wanted to talk to Rong'er, but she reprimanded me.

I'm fine, I'm just worried that Rong'er will suffer under her hands. "

Zhitong turned away his playful look, and exclaimed: "You are so special, you actually brought your family and mouth to pay homage to the Wuliang Heavenly Palace. I guess your wife is also a talented and beautiful person."

Ye Xuan smiled and said: "Rong'er's aptitude is comparable to mine, and her temperament is also good. We are very affectionate."

"A pair of gods and couples, really enviable, Qing Huan specializes in the ruthless way, and is currently a monk in the tribulation stage. He rejects the love between men and women the most in his life. He is serious all the time, no different from a wooden man.

All women who worship Wuliang Tiangong must practice in Yanyue Cave for a period of time. This rule has lasted for thousands of years, and it is almost unshakable. Even Zhang Wuliang's daughter and granddaughter have to honor her as master.

However, she has no selfish intentions. Normally, she would not intentionally target a certain female disciple, and it is unlikely that she will embarrass your wife. "

After Ye Xuan heard this, the gloom on his face was swept away, and he said with a smile: "If that's the case, I can rest assured."

Zhitong asked again: "Ye Xuan, to what level have you comprehended the infinite magic power?"

"I have been busy planting spiritual valleys for the past few days, and I didn't formally delve into it until today. I haven't started yet."

Zhitong looked at the plowed land, and said: "The immeasurable magical skills and Taoism are natural, so you can't rush for success, but this spiritual field is in urgent need of irrigation. Maybe you don't know yet, Sanxia Mountain hasn't rained once for hundreds of years, wait for the rain If it is watered, the Lingtian will definitely wither."

Ye Xuan's heart trembled, and he hurriedly asked, "Is there a suitable water source nearby?"

Zhitong replied: "I often go to Kelanhai to get water to irrigate the purple bamboo forest, but Kelanhai is too far away for you. The nearest water source is the Sunu River three hundred miles away. You can use the storage artifact to bring back some river water. "

Ye Xuan said distressedly: "But I don't have an artifact suitable for storing water, and it's too late to polish it now."

Monk Zhitong smiled slightly, and took out a white jade bottle with a narrow mouth and round belly.

(End of this chapter)