Sword comes

How could Chen Lingjun dare to pat that man on the shoulder, he was determined not to go, but he didn't want to be pissed off, so the old master had no choice but to let Chen Lingjun take him out of the town, neither going to the Immortal Grave nor Wenwu Temple, just taking a detour Take a look at the Longxu River, go to the stone arch bridge, and finally take a look at the ruins of the small temple that looks like a pavilion.

Chen Lingjun asked tentatively: "The most holy master, did the tall old Daoist immortal have a very high realm?"

The old master nodded, "It's very high. If the realm is not high, the Taoist ancestor would not have taught him the Taoism. Moreover, this fellow Taoist, in the early years, had great favors for our human race, so the ritual sage made a plan that is compatible with the earthly branches." Among the twelve zodiac signs, the ranking is very high. It is the bullish temper of fellow Taoist... Forget it, it is not kind to talk about right and wrong behind the scenes."

Chen Lingjun was worried, "But from the sound of it, it seems that I have a little bit of a holiday with my master?"

What should I do, I'm sure I can't beat that old Taoist, and the most holy master said that I would be embarrassed if I fought with the Taoist ancestor, so no matter how I look at it, I don't take advantage of it.

Nonsense, of course I and the most holy teacher are in the same camp, as a human being, you can't bend your elbows.What is called gangsterism, is two groups of people fighting, fighting in groups, even if the number of people is huge, and there are few people on your own side, you are destined to be defeated, and you have to stand with your friends and not run away.

Earlier, the old Taoist mentioned the Blessed Land of Ouhua, and he heard that his master had suffered and lost face there.

As for the blessed land that was renamed Lotus Root Land, Chen Lingjun only knew that Pei Qian, Cao Qinglang, the old cook, and Mr. Zhong all came from this land of outstanding geomantic omens, but none of them liked to talk about their hometown. Chen Lingjun didn't bother to ask about it, so he always misunderstood that an Ouhua Blessed Land of low rank in the past, with few people cultivating Taoism, let alone earth immortals, could cause any disturbances.

Who would have thought that there would be a guy who was called a Taoist friend by the Taoist ancestor? I can't carry it on my calf.

The old master shook his head, "Actually, it is not the case. Back then in Ouhua Blessed Land, this fellow Taoist recognized your master's conduct in the world, especially the words from the bottom of his heart, which were just right to comfort people."

Feeling relieved, Chen Lingjun puffed up his chest and said with a laugh: "My master has always had a good relationship with elders. As for me, it's okay if I follow suit."

The old master smiled and said: "I am not good at such things as the elders. When I took my disciples to study in the world, I met a fisherman, but I couldn't take a boat to cross the river. Looking back, I was still full of energy at that time. I am happy for Dao."

Chen Lingjun boldly said: "At that time, my master took Aquarius and the others to study in the Sui Dynasty. All the way to the mountains to eat and drink water. It was my master and the woodcutter who knocked on the door for the night. It was relatively smooth."

The old master asked: "Jing Qing, you have practiced Taoism with Chen Ping'an for many years, and you have a lot of books on the mountain, but you have never read Zhangjiao Lu's fisherman article. ?”

Chen Lingjun looked embarrassed and said: "My master has finished reading all the books. I only know how to practice diligently every day in Luoluo Mountain, so I don't care about it for the time being."

The old master laughed and said: "I still need to read more, at least I can pick up the conversation when chatting with people."

Chen Lingjun pecked at the rice, nodded vigorously and said: "In the future, I will definitely read books and practice both."

Looking back, every time I wander down the mountain, I often go to the Confucian Temple in Huaihuang County to offer incense and kowtow to the most holy teacher!

Chen Lingjun hesitated for a moment, and asked curiously, "Can I ask the Buddha how the Dharma is?"

The implication is that I want to ask you if the old man can beat the Buddha.

The old master stroked his beard and smiled and said, "You can turn the world into a speck of dust, and you can turn a flower into a world of mountains and rivers. What do you think of Buddhism?"

Chen Lingjun sighed, didn't stop, and subconsciously patted the old master's sleeve. It's okay, anyway, fighting is a kind of thing that hurts peace, so it's better to fight less.

The old master didn't care about this, and asked casually: "I've been here for a long time, is there anyone you don't like?"

Chen Lingjun withdrew his hand in resentment, and simply imitated his master's hands to cover his sleeves, so as not to have similar rude actions. After thinking about it, there is no one who really hates it. It's just that the most holy teacher asked, and he had to give an answer, so he chose A relatively unpleasant guy came out, "Ma Kuxuan from Xinghua Lane, he doesn't pay attention to things, he is a thousand miles worse than my master."

The old master naturally knew about Zhenwushan Ma Kuxuan, but he didn't say whether this young man was good or bad. He just smiled and revealed the secret to Chen Lingjun, and gave the inside story of an old story: "Over there in the wild world, the puppet was driven to move. The old blind man from Shiwan Dashan was once very disappointed with us, so he took out a pair of eyeballs and threw them in Haoran Tianxia and Qingming Tianxia respectively, saying that he wanted to watch with his own eyes one by one of us become like the gods we used to be. That kind of existence. Of these two eyeballs, one was taken to the Ouhua Blessed Land by the old temple master, and given to the Taoist boy who burns fire, and the rest stayed by Ma Kuxuan's side. It's not a small bet."

The old master said with emotion: "At that time, the old blind man only talked about his appearance, and he was indeed the best. Even Chen Qing is far behind him, but both of them are solid-minded, single-minded, and bad-tempered."

When the words were rushing, Chen Lingjun thought of something, "Actually, there are still people who are annoying, but there is nothing to talk about. An unreasonable woman, and I am a big man, and I can't do anything to her. It's that wronged person." The woman who killed the white goose by Pei Qian wanted Pei Qian to pay her back, but Pei Qian paid in the end. Pei Qian was actually very sad at that time, but at that time the master was traveling and was not at home, so he could only hold back In fact, when Pei Qian just went to school, he made a scene on the way home from class. He really liked chasing white geese, but every time he would put some rice bran and corn in his pocket. With a wave, I immediately threw a handful of millet grains in the alley, as a reward to her so-called defeated soldiers."

The old master nodded, "I want to be sad."

In the earliest glorious era when a hundred schools of thought contended, the Mohist School was once the most famous school in the world. In addition, there was also the Yang-Zhu School that became unknown in later generations. "The argument.Then there was an important turning point that later generations didn’t pay much attention to, that is, Yasheng asked Li Sheng to return to the Confucian Temple of China from outside the sky to discuss a matter. In the end, the performance of the Confucian Temple suppressed the Yang Zhu School and did not allow the whole world to follow this school of learning. Go forward, and after that, it is the rise of the sub-sage, who accompanies the Confucian temple, and after that, it is the sage of literature, who puts forward that human nature is inherently evil.

Among the patriarchs of various schools of thought, quite a few were extremely critical of this, thinking that the sage of rites was worried about his own way, and the "rules of etiquette" had an incompatible relationship with the "individual freedom" advocated by the Yang Zhu School. Conflicts, they feel that there is indeed an invisible struggle between the order of the world and the freedom of individuals.Therefore, many people believed that Li Sheng agreed to Ya Sheng's proposal out of selfishness.

Li Sheng, who has never liked drinking, rarely took the initiative to ask the most holy teacher for a drink that time, but when drinking, Li Sheng didn't say anything, just drunk.

Of course, the old master knows the reason, not that the Yang Zhu School, which advocates "everyone is for oneself, is justified", is not good, if it is not good, it will not become a famous school in the world. Novelty, the tenet of "don't be tired of things, don't hurt things outside" is also excellent, and it's not that this school of knowledge is close to Taoism, it's just that this line of knowledge will one day spread like a river pouring into the world In the future, becoming the way of the world will make all the people walking on this road, all people, become more and more extreme, and this involves the more hidden struggle between human heart and divinity.

The old master asked: "Jing Qing, what does your master think of the Yang Zhu School?"

Chen Lingjun thought for a while, and answered honestly: "My master didn't mention it, but I heard from the big white goose that it is a kind of chaotic refinement, which is not good. A group of people who study this way is harmless and can also benefit you. In the world, if everyone is like this, it will be a short-lived epiphyllum."

If it wasn't for Cui Dongshan's nonsense, Chen Lingjun would never have heard of Yang Zhu School.

Chen Lingjun always thought that the big white goose was a drunkard, the kind of person who would talk when he didn't drink.

The two walked along the Longxu River. Along the way, Master Zhisheng knew everything about him, and Chen Lingjun walked a little bit driftingly, "Master Zhisheng, you old man talked to me so much today, you must feel I'm something to make, right?"

The old master laughed and said, "What's the point?"

Chen Lingjun had a sincere expression on his face, and said, "You are so busy, you are willing to chat with me all the way,"

The old master answered irrelevant questions: "Everyone who was yesterday is our biggest backer today."

"Jing Qing, why do you like drinking?"

"Huh? Do you need a reason to like drinking?"

"Right."

"Most Holy Master, can I ask you a question, old man?"

"of course can."

"Which person are you most afraid of at the wine table?"

"It's the kind of guy who drinks his face."

Oh Huo, it really can't help the most holy teacher!This sentence came to my heart right away.

Chen Lingjun continued to ask tentatively, "Which sentence annoys you the most?"

"It's saying that persuading people to drink is harmful to their character. I'll do whatever you want."

Oh, oh, oh, the knowledge of the most holy teacher is really great. Chen Lingjun sincerely admires it, and grinned: "I didn't expect you to be an old man."

"Jing Qing, let me ask you, what do you think is poor?"

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"You only have money, but no knowledge?"

The old master glanced at the little boy in Tsing Yi who was beginning to shake his sleeves.

Chen Lingjun immediately wrapped his arms around his sleeves again, and changed his words: "A rich, heartless, vicious, and extremely evil person?"

The old master smiled and said, "Just tell me what's on your mind."

Chen Lingjun breathed a sigh of relief, and was exhausted thinking about it, "It means that you have no money in your pocket, you are too poor to marry a wife, you are single, you find someone to buy wine on credit, no one is willing to borrow money, you are too poor to save face, and this To save face, I have to hide and hide, as if I can’t see the light, and then slapped, the last remaining face, was trampled to pieces by someone casually one day, and I can only wait until the people leave and others have finished watching It was so lively that I dared to find a chance to pick it up from the ground.”

"that's it?"

"You only dare to doubt the morals of the world, but you dare not doubt yourself?"

The old master nodded, and gave two answers one after another, especially the latter, which was really unexpected. He asked with a smile, "Did you think about it at the wine table?"

Chen Lingjun felt a little embarrassed, raised his sleeves and rubbed his face, "How can that be, at the wine table, I was really drunk, I don't know how high the sky is, I followed the master to the mountain, I'm too lazy, and I like to make excuses for myself, change Fazi wanders around all day long, and he likes to come down the mountain to relax in the small town. Don’t blame me, Holy Master. Earlier, I said that I was diligent in my practice. Fuck, I just eat on the mountain and drink on the mountain. Fortunately, the master is watching In my eyes, but I never care about me, the master doesn't care, other people don't have the nerve to care about me, the most holy master, it's really not my bragging, no matter who we are in Luobashan, we all respect the master from the bottom of our hearts."

The old master looked up at Luopo Mountain.

Except for an uncommon name, Lunwu, there is nothing weird about it.

But that's the biggest oddity.

The old master asked: "Chen Pingan bought the mountain back then, why did he choose Luopo Mountain?"

Chen Lingjun laughed and said: "There is really a saying here. I heard Pei Qian secretly say that back then, the master first fell in love with two mountains, one Zhenzhu Mountain, and it cost less, just a gold fine copper coin, and another This is the Luopo mountain where our ancestral hall is located. At that time, the master spread out a map of the situation of the mountain. I don’t know what to choose. As a result, a bird flew by and dropped a pile of shit on the map, which happened to land on the On Luoba Mountain', haha, I laughed so hard..."

The old master asked with a smile: "Is there a story in the old town?"

Chen Lingjun rubbed his face vigorously, and managed to hold back his smile, "My master is willing to say anything to Pei Qian, the great disciple who founded the mountain. The master said that when old man Yao, the kiln worker, took him into the mountain to find soil, he said There are miracles between mountains and rivers, there are gods three feet above the head, anyway, my master believes in this the most. But the master also said it back then, and he later speculated that it might be the intention of the national teacher."

The old master nodded, Chen Ping's guess was the truth, it was indeed Cui Chan's doing.

Of course it's not a good word to be down and out, but if you can get a fixed word, the meaning will be completely different.

The reason why Cui Chan stripped out a Cui Dongshan with a jumping heart, in addition to those big schemes that have already been revealed, actually hides a more interesting method, which is to use another self, maybe to use one or two key words, Opening some kind of prohibition is like a "letter from home", sent to the self in the future years, to help remind yourself at what stage, moment, and node, what should be said and what should be done.Just like Daozu walked out of the Lotus Cave and Qingming Tianxia this time, he "talked to himself" early, and Daozu had different questions and answers from some predestined people who had already seen the future but didn't come to him for the time being. It is the evolution of the Dao in the cave, carefully deduced, and it has been calculated long ago.

Haoran Embroidered Tiger, this time, the patriarchs of the three religions are invited to sit down, one person asks, and the three walk away.

Of course, it doesn't mean that Cui Chan's mind, Taoism, and knowledge are higher than those of the founders of the Three Teachings.

It’s like the patriarchs of the Three Teachings had thousands of choices. Cui Chen said that the path he helped to choose was the one that he could prove to be the most beneficial to the world. This is the undoubted eventuality. Then you three, To go or not to go?

Walking to the stone arched bridge with no more sword hanging, the old master stopped, stopped, looked down at the river, and then raised his head slightly. On the far side of the green cliff beside the river, is the place where the boy in straw sandals and the girl with ponytail met for the first time. Fish, a watcher catches fish.

How many small fish swim leisurely in the clear water, a struggle to cross the river in order to change from a fish to a dragon, the world sees the eternal dragon gate again, with purple gold and white scales vying to leap.

Chen Lingjun sat down on the side of the bridge, with his feet dangling in the air and his arms crossed around his chest. He raised his head and asked, "Most Holy Master, you old man was on the side of Niping Lane, what were you looking into the house for?"

With his hands behind his hands, the old master smiled and said: "A poor, frightened and hungry child, in order to survive, dried fish in the sun and ate them all. There was nothing left. After eating, wipe it off and make no noise."

A helpless child in Niping Lane, at first he learned how to cook medicine from the pharmacy clerk, then learned how to go up and down the mountain from Liu Xianyang, and then learned how to burn porcelain from the old man Yao of the Dragon Kiln, and learned how to recognize from boxing records. Then learn to write with the help of Lu Chen's prescription. After leaving his hometown, he still looks at the world carefully, keeps learning from others how to behave in the world, and learns as many skills as possible. Every kind of recognition from the heart, every time Careful self-certification and self-cultivation are a kind of silent growth. At the same time, we will do our best to give back to the world.The young Chen Pingan once told people that he would learn everything that is good. In the end, even Wu Shuangjiang and Zheng Juzhong's art of dismantling everything and people's hearts, the young hermit who is now in his forties, is still learning. , Presumably Chen Ping'an will still be like this in the future.

The old master looked at the river, and asked: "The term "world" was originally in the Buddhist language. World, if we interpret words according to our Master Xu's words?"

Chen Lingjun wept bitterly, "Most Holy Master, stop glancing at me, I sure don't know."

The old master raised his finger and pointed to the field ridge by the river, and said with a smile: "by the side of the field, there is a land of crops, a paradigm of criss-crossing fields. The old scholar said that people are born with desires, and if you don't get what you want, you can't do without it. But there is no limit of measurement, so you have to argue. Listen, is it a very clear thread? So the final conclusion is that human nature is inherently evil, and it is the origin of etiquette. The knowledge of the old scholars is still very real , and if you are Li Sheng, are you happy to hear that?"

Chen Lingjun was very ashamed, "Master, I don't read enough, I don't understand anything, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Books don't have long feet. There will be opportunities to read them later. Don't read books for nothing."

The old master patted the head of the little boy in Tsing Yi, and after comforting him, he also advised, "The way is not far away, don't suffer in vain."

Chen Lingjun was ignorant, so he didn't care, just listen and remember.

The old master said kindly, "Jing Qing, you can go on your own, you don't need to help lead the way."

Chen Lingjun dared to ask: "Do you want to go to Qilong Lane for a drink? My master is not at home, so I can help him drink a few more bowls."

The old master shook his head and said with a smile: "Drinking now is outrageous. It's a good habit not to act good when you get a bargain. Don't worry, it's not about you, it's about our Confucianism."

Chen Lingjun took a few steps back, bowed respectfully and bid farewell to the most holy teacher, then turned around and ran down the stone arch bridge, not daring to return directly to Luopo Mountain against the wind, and planned to go to Qilong Lane to find Old Brother Jia for a drink to suppress his shock.

The little boy in Tsing Yi had already run far away, stopped suddenly, turned around and shouted loudly: "Most Holy Master, I think you are the most powerful, I don't understand why you are so powerful, anyway, it is... this!"

Chen Lingjun raised his arms high and gave a thumbs up.

The old master smiled and nodded, which is also very reassuring.

The heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things, the time and time are the passers-by of a hundred generations, and our generation is also a traveler on the road.Sad and miserable?Wonderful and fortunate.

I crossed the water to see the flowers, and I came to Jun's house without knowing it, so I will say goodbye and thank you here.

The old master bowed to the whole world to express his thanks, and it was also a farewell.

A monk who walks against the wind, flies high to the sun and the moon, is calm and kind.

People in the world pursue freedom because they are not free, and hope that the next time the sea will change, the sea of ​​suffering will turn into a field of blessings, everyone will have enough food and clothing, and the sound of books will be heard everywhere.

Finally, the Holy Master took a look at the back alley in the town.

A small alley called Mud Bottle Alley.

Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement.

A flower blooms out of the mud, making a vase with your own heart, and the flower blooms outside the vase, isn't it wonderful?

I believe that the other two who visited the town also viewed that one in the same way.

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The old temple master glanced sideways at the other side of the mountain road, like a white cloud falling from the green hills.

In addition, there was a female warrior walking down the mountain, and the boy in white circled around the female, shouting and drinking, bouncing up and down, and playing clumsy fists and kicks.

The woman was probably used to it, and turned a blind eye to his troubles, and went down the mountain on her own, walking around and punching.

The old temple master didn't bother to look at that Cui Dongshan again, and stretched out his hand to grab it, and there were two more things in his hand, a token talisman sword cast by Longquan Jianzong, and a safe and sound card issued by the Ministry of Punishment of Dali. rustic.

As for where the two things come from, God knows.

The old Guanzhu grasped the talisman sword with two fingers, and squinted his eyes to examine it. Sure enough, there is an ancient sword art that is not easy to detect. Qi practitioners who are not in the realm are destined to be unable to see through it.

As for what is meant by insufficient realm, of course it is not enough for qi trainers at the fourteenth stage and sword cultivators at the ascension stage.

It's just that the sword formula is incomplete, and I want to make it up, about

Five or six rune swords are needed.But no matter what the price of the talisman sword is, as long as someone has the heart to do it, it will be a huge profit. How can they make a profit?This sword art alone is enough to allow a sect of swordsmanship to gain a firm foothold in Haoran Tianxia. The key is that the threshold for this art is low. Strength, the rank of the sword art is not high, but it is stable in practice.Therefore, the bigger the sect, the more value this kind of Taoism is.

Cui Dongshan was on the other side of the steps, leaped high, turned sideways, settled by the table, shook his two big white sleeves, looked up into the distance, and said to himself: "Autumn is coming, the autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is clear." In the Ming Dynasty, the autumn cloud is full of the void, and the autumn water falls to the flowers."

Then he closed his gaze, first glanced at the old cook, and then at the familiar old temple master, Cui Dongshan said with a playful smile: "The autumn water is coming, and the rivers are filled with rivers, so vast that it is difficult to distinguish between cattle and horses."

Zhu Lian laughed it off, it was a bit embarrassing to say this.

With his back to the table, Cui Dongshan sat down on the bench, raised his feet and turned around, and asked, "The mountains and rivers are far away, the clouds are deep and the roads are secluded. Where did the old Taoist come from?"

Zhu Lian was nibbling sunflower seeds, thinking that he was the old temple master, so he was about to hit someone.

The old temple master sneered and said: "Everything in the world has cracks. Everything you see, even the golden body of the god, is invisible, and even the Taoist mind of a practitioner is not a complete one. This road, It won’t work. If you spend your whole life, Cui Chan, if you still can’t find it, you’re doomed to be futile, otherwise why would the patriarchs of the Three Religions come here. Dao and One, if it’s a real thing, wouldn’t the world be turned upside down again.”

Cui Dongshan complained: "What bastard, I'm Dongshan."

The old temple master chuckled.

Cui Dongshan shook his shoulders and muttered words, like a teacher in a school, "Besides, is the Tao close? You can't see the eyelashes. Is the Tao far away? Touching things is true. The sage is close? The merchants haunt. The sage is far away? god."

The old temple master smiled and said: "Back then, Cui Chan still looked like a scholar. If you had this kind of virtue back then, I can guarantee that you won't be able to get out of the blessed land of lotus flowers."

Cui Dongshan patted his chest, as if terrified.

The old temple master took a sip of tea, "Whoever knows how to be a daughter-in-law can hide from both sides, but who can't be a daughter-in-law can tell both sides. In fact, it is often difficult to hide from both sides."

Wiping the table with his sleeve, Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said, "Senior's words are inappropriate."

Seeing that this guy continued to pretend to be stupid, the old Guanzhu turned his head to look at the woman who was walking along the steps, and asked, "Is this the boxing disciple you picked?"

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "I'm not a registered student. What's more, my little three-legged cat kung fu is not beautiful for women to learn."

The old Guanzhu didn't take it seriously, and asked the woman: "Your name is Cen Yuanji?"

Cen, the mountain is small and high, describing the majestic appearance of the rocks and cliffs.The Mandarin machine is a secular brocade machine, and poets have a metaphor for moving flowers and shadows.

Lu Chen has always acted as he pleases, and he likes to cast a long line to catch big fish, but it doesn't matter if he can't catch them.

Whether it's Shirou from Qilong Lane, or the golden robes with twists and turns, it's like asking only one wisher to take the bait, and they don't care about the broken fishing lines or the fish that eat the bait and leave.

Cen Yuanji just stopped at the gate of the mountain. She knew the importance of it. An old Taoist priest who can make Mr. Zhu and Cui Dongshan come down the mountain to meet him must not be easy.

For some reason, the old Taoist looked as usual, but Cen Yuanji felt the pressure was great, and clasped his fists and said, "Responding to the words of the Taoist priest, the junior's name is indeed Cen Yuanji."

Zhu Lian laughed and said, "What are you doing to scare a little girl?"

Cui Dongshan beckoned, "Millet grains, some sunflower seeds."

The little girl in black immediately got up from the bamboo chair, trotted to the table, and took out all the remaining melon seeds from the cotton satchel, but there were not many, "Here, little brother."

Cui Dongshan slapped his head and asked, "The right protector, is that all?"

Xiao Mili heard that the big white goose had changed her name, and with a straight face, she took out another handful from her sleeve pocket.

Cui Dongshan nodded, "The right guard is generous!"

The old temple master asked Zhu Lian again: "Where is the swordsmanship? Are you going to choose from the embryos of sword immortals in the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"

The same old temple master, Daoist Sun from Daxuandu Temple, encouraged Lu Chen to scatter his way and simply turn to reincarnate as a sword cultivator. It was not all a joke, but targeted.

Of course, with Sun Huaizhong's temper, if Lu Chen really went to become a sword cultivator, no matter what, he would turn Lu Chen into the lowest-ranked Taoist boy in Xuanduguan. beat.

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "I don't have the face to teach others swordsmanship, it's not that I misunderstood what my disciples are."

As a sword cultivator of Haoran, if you just throw one of them into the Ouhua Paradise, you will be a well-deserved sword fairy.

In the history of Ouhua Blessed Land, there are also some deeds of earth immortals recorded in official and unofficial histories, but there is no evidence to check. Zhu Lian has also started to compile official histories in addition to accounting books and construction, and has seen many unpopular barnyard official and unofficial histories. Some kind of immortal, spitting out a sword pill, a white light flashed, and the head was taken from a thousand miles away.But in my hometown, even these rumors of ghosts, mentioning the lineage of the sword fairy, there is nothing good to say, what is not the avenue of longevity and long-term vision, it is just a side-door spell, and the flying sword technique is difficult to achieve the avenue.But Zhu Lian's way of martial arts, in the final analysis, really comes from the book. This point is exactly the same as Jia Sheng, a scholar in the world. They are all self-taught without a teacher. One is martial arts.

When Zhu Lian first traveled to rivers and lakes, he also traveled far away with his sword, traveled all over famous mountains and great rivers, visited immortals and asked questions.

Another one, hiding his hidden thoughts, Zhu Lian wanted to know where the boundaries of the world were.If the sky is really round, no matter how vast the world is, there will be an end after all, right?

Xiaomi Li didn't go far, her face was full of shock, she turned her head and asked, "Can the old cook know how to use a sword?"

Zhu Lian waved his hand and said, "What kind of swordsmanship do you know? Don't listen to the polite words of this kind of guests. It's far worse than Pei Qian's crazy swordsmanship."

Cui Dongshan lowered his head and licked melon seeds, "Mili, you don't know, our old cook took off his apron in the kitchen and went out, playing swords is pretty good. Very well, it is said that the noble son Zhu Lian's long sword is wrapped with a woman's charming thoughts, and Yu Mi can't compare it. I don't know how many Jianghu heroines have devoted their lives to practicing swords infatuatedly, just to compete with the old cook. field."

Cui Chan once traveled to Ouhua Blessed Land with the old scholar, and knew a lot about the customs and customs there.

Xiaomi Li hurriedly covered her stomach with one hand, pursed her lips hard, and said vaguely: "The old cook was once a noble son."

Zhu Lian laughed and said, "If a good man doesn't mention his bravery in the past, it's all in the past. Jianghu affairs are all rumors, and the more they spread, the more suspenseful they will be."

Millet nodded heavily, hummed, turned around and ran back to the bamboo chair, grinning, just to take care of the old cook, and didn't laugh out loud.

The left guardian in Qilong Lane just strolled to the mountain gate, looked up at the old Taoist priest from a distance, and immediately turned around and ran away.

The old temple master looked at it, it's a pity, for some reason, that Ruan Xiu changed his mind, otherwise he would have almost followed the old saying, toad swallows the moon, and the dog eats the moon.

Sui Youyou came from the other side of the mountain with the sword, she didn't take a seat, she wanted to ask about her husband with this God of the Ouhua Blessed Land.

The old temple master said to her: "Tell Chen Ping'an that it doesn't matter whether you are poor or poor, but you must keep that Shao Yuanran. As for the Ni Yuanzan, you just need to tell him and give away the hairpin. Jin Dan, he is free."

The legal order of Jinding Temple comes from the Louguan School of Taoism, which "builds a building with grass and watches the stars and Qi".As for Ni Yuanzan, who supports Artemisia in the blessed land of Yunku, it is just a pawn thrown out of the blessed land by the old temple master.

Sui Youyou hesitated to speak, but in the end, he still didn't say a word.

Zhu Lian helped out, and took the initiative to nod his head and said: "It's not difficult, it's just a message."

The old temple master asked: "Why isn't that Jiang Shangzhen of Yuguizong on the mountain?"

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "We should have stayed on the mountain and went to Tongye Island together, but our Chief Zhou got more and more angry, so he sneaked away to the wild world."

Sui got Zhu Lian's wink on the right side, she left silently, and went to Xiaomi Li's side.

The old temple master looked around and sighed, "With the matter of breaking the Tao, I never thought that in the end, your Confucianism would take advantage of it. I think Yu Dou will be very angry."

Once the patriarchs of the three religions scattered at the same time, academies, temples, and Taoist temples can be found everywhere, then Haoran Tianxia, ​​which is the most accommodating of the knowledge of other religions, will of course receive the most gifts.

While walking away, the patriarchs of the three religions will join hands to visit the ruins of the old heavenly court. Of course, this huge problem will not be left to others.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "It's best to be the second child."

The old Guanzhu said softly: "Just one thing, when there is no fifteenth level in the world, and there is already a fourteenth level, how will you treat a monk who has the opportunity to become a fourteenth level?"

Cui Dongshan nodded, "It's going to change, there are bad and good, anyway, I'm more inclined to the latter now."

The old Guanzhu asked: "Now? Why?"

Cui Dongshan said solemnly: "My husband is here."

The old temple master turned to look at Zhu Lian, who was one of Lu Chen's five dreams and seven phases, maybe even the second.

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Senior see what I do, I am not as handsome as my young master."

The old temple master laughed and said: "It's really a good place, the trip is worthwhile for the poor, and the family style is very upright."