Advise Qingshan

Ye Zhu was quite surprised, "Can you break the formation?"

The boss said, "I am good at formations, but the scene just now made me a little nostalgic, and I couldn't bear to leave for a while."

Ye Zhuo said silently, "This formation should reflect what you want to see the most? Is Taifu Chen's ideal to read silently in a bookstore?"

The boss seems to have fully grasped the laws of the dream, so he grabbed a fan out of thin air, shook it, and blew a stray hair from his temples, saying, "No, my wish is to have peaches and plums fragrant in front of the door, to be a teacher of good scholars all over the world." , what can educate the world better than writing books?"

Between the conversations, this was another dream of others.

Ye Zhuo looked around, but there was no one there, let alone the owner of the dream.He knocked on the trunk, and saw that the branches and leaves were luxuriant and decorated with green bamboos. He guessed, "Is this Yishan? The owner of the dream is a long boat to cross the moon?"

The boss pinched a little bit of soil and said, "Probably not. The climate here is humid and the trees are tall, so it should be in the south. The soil color in the south of Yishan is mainly purple-red, and this part is black. I think the location is further south than Yishan. It should be Guizhou or Shonan."

Guizhou and southern Hunan are not densely populated places. Most of the sects there are established in the middle of the mountains and forests, and there is very little communication with the outside world. Ye Zhu is not familiar with the sects there, so he just said, "I heard that the sects there use His spells are a little out of the ordinary, there are very few people like you and me who learn swordsmanship and Confucianism."

As a result, after he finished speaking half a sentence, there was a sudden scream in the forest, and a young man was seen jumping up and down on the branches, scurrying like a rat with his head in his arms, "Father, father, I don't want to learn Confucianism, I want to learn swordsmanship! I want to learn swordsmanship!" !"

The perching birds in the forest flew out in a large swath to his surprise. Behind the young man was a middle-aged man with beards, big arms and round waist. When he jumped up, he was as light as a swallow. pheasant.He was still holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and while waving it, he yelled, "Little bastard, stop me, our whole family supports you in studying, and we only expect you to pass the imperial examination. If you want to learn swords, I will tell you to learn ghost swords !"

The boy held his head, saw Ye Zhuo and the boss, and immediately rushed forward, "Friend Daoist, save me!"

In the dream, it is natural to follow the thoughts of the mind. Ye Ju pulled his hand and held a plain silver long sword out of thin air. There were snow-white sword marks, and Ye Zhuo held the handle of the knife with one hand, making the person on the opposite side unable to lift it up, and asked, "The blue tide is born in the sea?"

The middle-aged man looked suspicious, and said, "What, don't be here with me, you literati, I don't understand stuff."

Ye Zhuo stretched out a hand weakly behind his back, and received "God... Immortal Su Yingzhou."

It seems that the owner of this dream is this young man running around with his head in his arms, and he doesn't know that he is a new disciple of that sect.

Seeing the middle-aged man cursing and trying to catch him again, Ye Ju and the boss looked at each other, staggered two steps, stabbed with the long sword, and defended twice, the boss grabbed the boy's arm, and disappeared in place after a few ups and downs.

This dream depends on the young man's state of mind. If he can't see here, the middle-aged man will naturally disappear.

At the same time, a small road was naturally opened in the forest. The road surface was flat loess, as if trampled by people picking herbs.Ye Zhuo put away his long sword and searched along the path, only to see a cave full of vines, the boy shrank inside, the boss stepped half of his foot into the hole, half of his foot stepped out, waving his fan, He shook his head and said, "Oh, good luck, the dream is so beautiful, what's wrong with the dream, did you just teach your father a lesson in the dream?"

He took a fan and tapped the young man on the head, hating that iron cannot become steel, "Besides, is it not good to learn Confucianism? One book can help the people, and one plan can determine the world. You children, if you have never read a book, you know how to fight." kill kill."

The young man covered his head, "How can it be the same? Writing books is so boring. If you don't learn swords, you can use swords all over the world. What do you call that cultivating immortals?"

Ye Zhuo just teased him, he pointed at himself, and then pointed at the boss "Well, you know the rules of dreams, everyone uses aliases, now I am the master of Yingzhou Palace Chongning Xianjun, this is a contemporary Confucian Sect master Chen Kezhen, what do you want to be called?"

The young man had a sullen face, "I also want to be the palace lord Chongning Xianjun."

Of course Ye Jue wouldn't argue with a child with a young heart, and said kindly, "I'll give it to you, but then what am I?"

The boss waved his fan, "Why don't you be his apprentice, Elder Xuesong from Xiaquan Palace, Taoist Wen Xing, who is cold, lonely and glorious, is also a high-ranking and powerful person, so I don't think I have wronged you."

Ye Zhuo lowered his head and thought, "Okay."

They climbed out of the cave. This young man's cultivation base was relatively low, and he was not quite able to break through the formation at will like the boss Ye Zhuo. While looking for the flaws in this dream, they hacked all over the place. The other young man really wanted to do it. The sword cultivator, the three words are inseparable from the Chongning Immortal Monarch, and Ye Zhuo is um, ah, ah, one head and two big.

Because Ye Zhuo showed his hands just now, they are not so profound, but they have a graceful posture and are of high ornamental value. According to Ye Zhuo, they are very suitable for amusing children.Seeing that he was powerful, the young sword repairman was more interested in him than his boss, so he chatted beside him.

"Hey, your sword is really beautiful, isn't your cultivation level very high?"

Ye Zhuo said in his heart, "It's not just about being tall, I'll scare you to death when you say it." But he just said, "It's not that good, it's all about flamboyance."

The boy was surprised, "How is that possible? You look so amazing."

The boss came in with a fan, and pushed Ye Chuo away calmly, "Don't look, your eyes are not very good, and his cultivation level is definitely not high. The test in Yingzhou Palace in Donghai is based on cultivation level." Yes, only those with low cultivation bases will be together, the three of us have similar cultivation bases, the test is easier, it is nothing more than breaking two dreams, and it will not hurt the mood."

Ye Zhuo glanced at him cryptically, and thought, "The speed of breaking the formation is so fast, how can it be a low-level cultivator?"

The young man had no doubts, and asked again, "What should a high-level student take the exam?"

The boss put away the fan and said with a smile, "Living a fantasy world drawn out of thin air is like an ancient fairy and god crossing the calamity, experiencing other people's lives, and testing the demons in one's heart."

Ye Zhuo walked in the front with his hands behind his back. Hearing what they were saying, he couldn't help wandering for a while, thinking silently, "Speaking of which, what is the inner demon of that cheap apprentice of mine?"

When Wen Xing woke up, all he could see was the snowstorm.

This place is extremely cold, but it's not like Xiaquan Palace, it's so cold and clean, so pure that people can't feel resentment.The cold here is more like the bottom of the White Prison, and the humidity is as dense as maggots attached to the bones.He sniffed lightly, and there was still a faint smell of blood in the air.

But because of the reason in the formation, everything in front of him has a hazy feeling of looking at the flowers through the fog, which is not so real.

Someone next to him handed him a fox fur, Wen Xing turned his head, and saw a boy with a ball head, looking at a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Wen Xing nodded, "Thank you."

He had just used his spiritual power, and his body was empty, worse than his previous years. Not only could he not cultivate, he was also a downright sick child.

The little boy said, "I heard that Miss Jiuqing was on stage today to boost morale, would you like to go see it?"

Miss Jiuqing Wen Xing didn't know her, but a thousand or eight years later, if it was put in the mortal scriptures, she would be a very famous person.Legend has it that she was originally a singer who played and sang by the Zhang River. The Immortal of Chongning passed by on a boat. He stopped the boat and listened to her play the pipa for half the night.The pipa is like rain falling on a plate, and there are countless waves of sword energy.

After the fame spread, countless people came to listen to the piano, and this girl gradually became known as the number one Qin Ji in the world.

Wen Xing wanted to refuse at first, but after thinking that this was an illusion, he had to find a way to break through the formation, so he said, "Okay."

His tone was indifferent, and he sounded a bit cold, the little boy was taken aback, and ordered his servants to prepare the car, and said, "Master, today is a little different from usual." Before Wen Xing could answer, the little boy laughed again, "But son, go now, okay?" The place may be gone, I heard from other people that the Immortal Lord Chongning will also come, and the places in front are all reserved for them to cultivate immortals."

Wen Xing paused, thinking, "Sure enough."

The reputation of Chongning Xianjun Merry is very popular, and there is even a story that when he just ascended to the ascension, thousands of filial sons and grandsons of Xianjun appeared in the human world in an instant, and they bluffed and deceived under the name of Xianjun.Ye Jue even lowered the Dao decree, to the effect that "Let's leave, everyone, I am an old man who is still perfect. Although I also hope that this jade will be broken as soon as possible, but there is no chance in a short time. I guess this fairy is going to die. You don't want to recognize your father indiscriminately and jump up and down."

But when such a serious decree came down, it was still stamped with the great seal of the immortal king, but few people believed it. People made up it several times, and even said that they did not recognize illegitimate children. This was to pave the way for a certain child he loved.Ye Zhu heard that the book made his story the same as the story of the rich and powerful, making up nine twists and eighteen turns, and in the end he had to do it.

This shows how tightly this sentimental hat is buckled.

But the disciples of Xiaquan Palace wished to treat their patriarch like a sage. Listening to the music is absolutely impossible. If the emperor wanted to listen, he would ask a few masters to talk about the scriptures, and listen to the Tao Te Ching from the Diamond Sutra.It's also impossible to look at a beautiful person, you have to see the bald head from the ring scar, so Wen Xing, apart from hearing a little "nonsense" from his brothers, never knew that his ancestor had the habit of listening to music.

He paused, and then said, "Let's go."