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The class ended with their dispute. When Lin Wuduan was woken up by Ning Qing, he asked, "Oh? Is it over?"

Mo Lingyun squatted at the door, Ning Qing, and he asked him: "Master, is that why the coffin is closed like that? The east is all evil?"

"There are trillions of living beings in the east, can you say that they are all evil? Not all the north and south are good." Ning Qing looked at him quietly, "Nephew, you said something to me, It's over, don't let other teachers hear it again."

"Oh..." Mo Lingyun answered reluctantly.

"I know that you have a distinction between right and wrong, good and evil in your heart, but sometimes, it's not a good thing to be too discerning between good and evil." Ning Qing spoke with a deep meaning, and Mo Lingyun lowered his head and remained silent all the way.

When Ning Qing spoke again, what he said was: "Here we are."

When Mo Lingyun raised his eyes, he suddenly realized that he had already led the cow to the foot of Lingxiao Peak, and Ning Qing who was beside him had already turned and left.

Is this because he is afraid that he will be lost and unable to find his way home?Mo Lingyun didn't know.

He took the ox and strode up the mountain, thinking, what are we going to do for Jing Rong today?Rock candy Sydney, right?

A cup of pears with rock sugar, a bowl of porridge, and stir-fried vegetables grown by Mo Lingyun himself were their lunch.

Jing Rong doesn't eat meat very much, and Mo Lingyun doesn't cook meat dishes most of the time, and occasionally stew soup for supplements.

Even so, Jing Rong watched him eat most of the time.

Mo Lingyun took a sip of the porridge, and Jing Rong asked him, "What did Lingyun gain today?"

"Ah... I don't think it's right in the book, but I can't tell you what's wrong in detail." Mo Lingyun felt a little wronged.

"It's a good thing to have your own ideas, but you don't have to stick too much to ancient books."

It seems to be the general knowledge of every master when an apprentice comes back from school to ask him if he has gained anything. Master Chiqing also asked: "No reason, what did you gain today?"

Lin Wuduan thought for a while, and said firmly: "There are too many people in the world who don't distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil, and I will do my best to save as many people as possible."

"Including that demon girl?" Master Chiqing's eyebrows jumped.

"Correct."

"You!" Master Chiqing choked up, "You are not allowed to leave Qingyue Peak until you have recited the Qingjing Sutra!"

"Master, what are you talking about? The disciples have already memorized the works of Patriarch Boyang, so it's okay to memorize them backwards?" Lin Wuyuan was puzzled, why did the master become more and more unstable after he told him that the Dao heart was unstable? The more moody it is?

"Get lost!" Master Chiqing realizes that sometimes it's not a good thing for an apprentice to be too straightforward.

The last thing they Daomen should touch is the word love. For no reason, I'm afraid they don't realize now what kind of emotion he has for the so-called demon girl who is about to be transformed.

Lin Lin took a bite of the candied lotus root for no reason and didn't eat it anymore. He cleaned the veil and took it with him with him. He was determined to remember the witch's teasing of him. There was no candied lotus root in the veil, and there were more dried flowers. It was the flowers that Chunqiu and the veil threw down that day.

Lin Wuduan never carefully considered his motives for doing this, and his desire to see Chunqiu again was completely understood by him as his desire to bring this girl back to the right path.

*****

Mo Lingyun not only has to study, but also has to practice swordsmanship. He has a fixed time to practice every day, and Jing Rong will give advice when he has nothing else to do.

"The sword energy is like a rainbow, swift as the wind." Mo Lingyun muttered silently, and the sword in his hand also came out in response to the sound. The wooden sword seemed to have life in his hand. In the meantime, the afterimage of the sword blade in the air is difficult to capture with the naked eye.

It seemed to hum, and was blown by the breeze again.

"You did a good job." Jing Rong was always generous with praise, and Mo Lingyun showed a big smile, "Master!"

Jing Rong took a wooden sword and said that he would teach him a thing or two.Mo Lingyun was naturally happy, so happy that Jing Rong rubbed him under the sword countless times.

The cold wind was blowing, and there was nowhere to say desolation.I still remember that when Jing Rong said that he was teaching him personally, Mo Lingyun asked enthusiastically: "Master, who is better at swordsmanship, you or Uncle Wujian?"

"Almost." Jing Rong seemed to hesitate for a moment, but Mo Lingyun took it seriously.

He's so silly, really, is that about the same? !That's a lot worse! ! !

Mo Lingyun feels that now he is like the cake he once baked, being baked by Jing Rong with the wooden sword over and over again. Although he has been taught like this, his swordsmanship has indeed improved rapidly, but every time he asks, it hurts his self-esteem. okay? !

"Master, Master, have I improved this time compared to before!"

"Ah."

"How much strength did you exert this time?"

"Three points."

"..."

Mo Lingyun, who was picked up by Jing Rong's sword again and had his mouth full of mud, lay on the ground and looked at the sky, then looked at Jing Rong again, and said leisurely: "When will I be able to beat you?"

Jing Rong was startled, and replied, "Let's leave the teacher."

"Why don't you just let me lie down." Mo Lingyun looked away sadly.

"Isn't it cold?" Jing Rong looked at the rocky ground beneath Mo Lingyun.

"...It's quite cold." Mo Lingyun succumbed to reality, got up, picked up his wooden sword again, and said loudly, "Come again!"

I have to say that although Mo Lingyun couldn't cultivate, he was quite durable, even more durable than Qin Wujian. He could get up full of vigor after practicing today, day after day. I can return Jing Rong a few swords.

Seeing this, Jing Rong felt a little relieved. If Ling Yun's swordsmanship is extremely high, then before he solves the meridian problem for him, Ling Yun will receive less criticism, right?

The two masters and apprentices walked side by side on the morning dew, and they could see the mountains in the distance, and the mountain peaks that seemed to be visible no matter where they stood in Xuantianzong. Between heaven and earth, he raised his finger and asked, "Master, where is that?"

"The highest mountain in the north is Jiuxiaotian." Jing Rong also looked forward.

"The highest mountain? Sky?" Mo Lingyun was a little confused.

"It is rumored that Jiuxiaotian is the residence of the ancient god Rongxie." Jing Rong explained.

Jing Rong was inexplicably tired, and Mo Lingyun beside him couldn't help chanting the three characters "Jiuxiaotian" in dialect for a long time: "Since it is the residence of the gods, it must be very prosperous, right?"

"No." Jing Rong's expression was indifferent, and he paused every word: "Nine Heavens has been frozen for thousands of years, and not a single blade of grass can grow."

Mo Lingyun only felt a chill all over his body, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Jiuxiaotian is the forbidden place of Xuantianzong, and also the forbidden place of the entire human race.

"No one can get out of Jiuxiaotian alive." This is what Nian Qing, a disciple of the Discipline Hall, told him.

"Don't try unknown things lightly." This is what Ning Qing told him.

"It's over. Now that they said that, I want to go even more." Mo Lingyun stroked his chin and thought about life.

The soft-mouthed Yunjing stuffed another piece of candy cake, and muttered: "I suggest you don't do it, Jiuxiaotian is a forbidden place sealed by countless seniors of our Xuantianzong. A fly flew in and never came out."

"Isn't this more interesting?" Mo Lingyun muttered.

"Don't mess around, the Taoist sutra feast is coming up, if something goes wrong right now, brother will have a headache." Yun Jing then stuffed food into his mouth, couldn't help but sigh with emotion, Mo Lingyun's culinary skills are incredible. It's a pity to be a cook.

"A Taoist sutra feast?"

"Didn't Senior Brother tell you yet? It's an event where hundreds of families gather to listen to Taoist lectures in November. It happens once every three years, and this year it's Zhongnan Temple's turn to host it." Yun Jing made gestures.

At the beginning of October, Jing Rong received five invitation letters for the Banquet of Classics of the Hundred Schools, which means that they have five quotas for the Xuantian Sect. Mostly Taoist priests, but there are also many powerful figures from various sects. It can be regarded as a very formal and cutting-edge lecture gathering.

Some small and medium-sized sect forces may not get the invitation letter even if they are overwhelmed, but the invitation letter is not only issued according to the prestige of the influence. Credentials are not out of the question.But these are very few. After all, Taoists have always hidden themselves from the world, so there are so many Taoists who can be bumped away.

The host of this sutra feast is the Zhongnan Guannan clan, and the location is also set on Zhongnan Mountain. Speaking of Taoism, the Nan clan can be regarded as the most prestigious among them. Another thing to mention is Jingrong and Zhongnan. The current abbot, Nan Siyuan, also has some intersections, but not deep, not only because of the lofty Taoism, but also because of the always cold appearance of the scene, but because Nan Siyuan always looks at him with a bit of weird eyes.

anger?envious?Or hybrid?Jing Rong felt that he was not liked by Nan Siyuan, and the meeting between the two of them was like a friendship between gentlemen.

But for the Zhongnanshan listening party, as the head of Xuantianzong, Jing Rong is going, and the remaining four places are arranged. Qingyue Peak, which focuses on cultivating Taoism, does not need to be considered. will arrange.

Qingluan Peak... Qixiu has always disliked Taoist lectures, and if arranged, he would probably refuse.

Qingyun Peak is mainly based on the two methods of Danfu, and the Taoist sect is also the most outstanding in the two ways of Danfu, so we can arrange two more places to ask Uncle Qingxuan for his opinion.

As for Wangui Peak, which is dominated by casual cultivators and has a large number of people, Lin Xian should be able to do it.

There are not a few subordinate disciples under Ling Xiaofeng's sect, Jing Rong thought about it, and Ning Qing, who has always been interested in Taoism, is more suitable.

As for Ling Yun.

"Lecture on Taoism? Master, you should spare me. It's okay to walk down the mountain, but not to listen to it."

Jing Rong finalized other peak candidates, and passed the news that Qing Yunfeng could send two people, but Taoist Qingxuan wrote back: Yunjing alone is enough.

Jing Rong drew up a list of four people, but he still hasn't decided who to send for the fifth person. Disciples with too low qualifications will not understand when they go, those with moderate qualifications are generally unwilling to go, and those with high qualifications, such as Taoist Qin Fang , It is said that a few years ago, he fell asleep in the dojo, and the Taoists were so angry that they deducted the number of Xuantianzong from eight to five.

"I heard that Brother Wujian is going to leave the customs." Ning Qing, who helped draw up the list, said.

"If Junior Brother Wujian is allowed to go, he may sleep worse than Uncle Qin Fang." Jing Rong shook his head. Although the Taoist lectures are profound, there are many obscure and difficult things to understand. A straightforward person like Qin Wujian People, I am afraid that if the lecture is not just started, they will fall asleep to death.

If Qin Wujian really went, maybe the number of seats for the Hundred Classics Banquet of their sect would change from five to three.

"Look from Wangui Peak?" Ning Qing discussed again.

"...Forget it, one less person is one less." Jing Rong pondered, after all, this is a Daoist grand event, if you have to gather enough people from their bunch of non-Taoist cultivators, maybe it is still unkind to Taoist people, it is better to just It shouldn't matter if the four of them do the foot ceremony again.

The Hundred Family Sutra Banquet is scheduled to be held in late September and early October, and it will be concluded for seven consecutive days. Now that the invitation letter has been received, they should also prepare to arrive at Zhongnan Mountain in advance, so as to listen to the detailed arrangements for this host.