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There is Jiuxiaotian in the north and Changshengtian in the west. I heard from San Lun Gyatso that he has been walking for 19 years in order to find the saint of their Changshengmen.

What kind of firm belief is this, Jing Rong can't understand but respects it.

When the bell rang at the beginning of the morning, Sanlun Gyatso and his attendants recited obscure scriptures, saying: "In the dark, the gods have already connected me with the saint."

Yun Jing looked at him blankly, and wanted to spit at him, the Son of the Longevity Sect and the Saintess were not treated the same at all, the Son was the next Master of the Longevity Sect, and the Saintess was just a victim.

Ning Jiuchen was not in the sect recently, even if Yunjing handed over the letter, he might not be able to rush back. Few people might know about the dirty things about the Changshengmen.

San Lun Gyatso, who had finished reciting the Morning Sutra, took a deep look at her and said in Western dialect, "I am waiting for you to return to court."

Yun Jing hooked the corners of his lips ironically, and stood behind Jing Rong, pretending that he didn't understand. She worked so hard to get out of the West Realm, but she didn't want to be taken back with just a word.

She and Yun Nian were originally twins. Yun Nian was sent out of the western region by Yun's father and mother. She escaped by herself. Yun Nian, her sister loves her very much. Her sister once said that if she can escape, she will go find her.

Yun Jing didn't find Yun Nian, but only saw her husband-in-law Ning Jiuchen.

She said, "Brother-in-law, I don't want to die."

Since then, Yun Jing has become Ning Jiuchen's apprentice, Xuantianzong's disciple.

The arrival of San Lun Gyatso was a sign that her peaceful life was about to break down.

The arrival of the Saint Son of the Longevity Gate in the Western Region to Xuantianzong attracted many curious people, and Nan Siyuan was one of them who watched the excitement.

"Long time no see, Junior Sister Yun." Nan Siyuan smiled like a dog.

"Don't be safe, Daoist Dog." Yun Jing smirked.

Mo Lingyun, who was walking with her, waved to Nan Siyuan, and asked Yun Jing, "Little uncle, you seem to have a big opinion on Nan Daochang?"

"He's not a good guy." Yun Jing pursed his lips.

"But doesn't he like you a lot?"

Yun Jing thought about it, and explained to Mo Lingyun in this way: "It's not liking, it's joking, he just likes to tease other people's feelings of success."

Her Yunjing seems to have rough nerves, but in fact, she is very sensitive to other people's emotional changes.

"It sounds bad, doesn't it?" Mo Lingyun frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

"It doesn't seem like he is." Yun Jing affirmed, she didn't dare to wander outside alone recently, and caught Mo Lingyun wherever she went.

At least until the master comes back, she will never leave alone when she goes out. After all, San Lun Gyatso is here, who knows what will happen if she is alone.

As for Mo Lingyun, he verified that Nan Siyuan was not a good person in the afternoon, he teased his junior uncle Yun in the morning, and came to bother his master in the afternoon!

Such a mouthful of Daoist Rongxie, Mo Lingyun almost wanted to gag him!

"Mr. Rongxie, where are you reading?" Nan Siyuan approached, "Shall we go to the Zangshu Pavilion together?"

Jing Rong ignored it, Mo Lingyun pulled out the book abruptly to block Nan Siyuan's eyes, and almost made Nan Siyuan's face come into close contact with this "Miscellaneous Notes on Pharmacy" which was as thick as a brick.

Mo Lingyun laughed super fake, "My master is not free, why don't I accompany you, Daoist Nan?"

"Okay." Nan Siyuan didn't refuse anyone who came.

So Mo Lingyun came to Zangshu Pavilion.

Serving as Yunjing's bodyguard in the morning and accompanying Nan Siyuan to the Zangshu Pavilion in the afternoon, what kind of human suffering is this? !

Mo Lingyun didn't want to go to the bookstore with Nan Siyuan, an old fox. This was his disciple's nameplate. What Nan Siyuan wanted to read were precious ancient books that were under special protection. But if he shook his hand and damaged an ancient book, he still had to remember it. On Mo Lingyun's account!

"Take it easy... Take it easy, handle it with care!" Mo Lingyun's heart was hanging by Nan Siyuan's movement of holding the book, and he was warned by the guards of the Library because he cried out.

"Don't be nervous." Nan Siyuan sighed lightly, and slowly read the ancient book in his hand.

Mo Lingyun choked up, but Fan Nansi was far from a guest, he had to give him at least two punches.

Seeing that Mo Lingyun was not interested in the book in his hand, Nan Siyuan couldn't help being curious, and asked softly: "Are you not interested in the ancient gods?"

"Not interested." As expected of a master and apprentice, this is the same answer.

"Then what if, I said, there is more than one Shishen, Rong Xie?"

Hearing this, Mo Lingyun stared at Nan Siyuan seriously for two seconds, and tried to lower his voice seriously: "Nan Daochang."

"Ok?"

"You shouldn't be here, you should set up a stall."

This is, turning a corner and calling him a magic stick?Nan Siyuan was not angry either, and put the ancient book back to its original place with a smile, "Whether you believe it or not, I believe in my own judgment."

"The Book of Ancient Gods" notes that God Rongxie is the first god in the world, the so-called god of beginning. Later, many great powers were born from all races to ascend to the position of God, but no one can shake God Rongxie's position.

This is a well-known myth and legend. Even if the Western Territory respects their gods alone, they have never denied the existence of Rongxie God.

But Nan Siyuan didn't think so. He didn't think that a battle of gods between gods and demons could cause the first god Rongxie to die.

What's more, according to the ancient records, the god of the beginning, Rongxie, lived in the sky for a long time, with an indifferent nature, and regarded all things as the same.

Who created the complete six paths of reincarnation and the laws of heaven and earth in ancient times?

Nan Siyuan didn't believe it, Rong Xie was the only Shishen at that time, even if the world thought so, he could only laugh at his ignorance.

Accompanying Nan Siyuan to visit the bookstore is really tormenting. Mo Lingyun was in a daze the whole time, dazed, dazed, and then changed to another place to daze.

Nan Siyuan's mouth is not forgiving, and he will calm down when reading a book, but there is one thing that is quite miraculous. He said that he is here for the Son of the Longevity Gate, San Lun Gyatso, but so far, Mo Lingyun has not seen him. He doesn't look like he's going to visit someone's house.

After leaving the Book Pavilion, Nan Siyuan's first sentence was: "Where is Fellow Daoist Lin Wuduan?"

"My uncle is contemplating behind closed doors and seeing no outsiders for the time being," Mo Lingyun replied.

And Lin Wuduan, who was thinking about his mistakes behind closed doors, didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. He just failed to transform into a demon girl. Why was Master so angry?If there is a disagreement, let him reflect on the stone room until he understands the mistake, and say that he has broken the commandments of Qingyue Peak. Which law has he violated?

He couldn't figure it out, so he could only continue to face the wall and think about it.

When Mo Lingyun and Nan Siyuan were separated, he was almost ready for dinner. Mo Lingyun took a detour and went to the dining room to pick up some tofu and other fresh vegetarian dishes. Recently, there were so many miscellaneous things that he hadn't cooked for Jing Rong for a long time. dinner.

The small kitchen in Lingxiao Temple was not used by him, and there was a light layer of dust on the table. Mo Lingyun was wiping the kitchen utensils, thinking about what to make for dinner.

The monks didn't seem to eat much meat, since he wanted to have dinner with Master, he must pay attention to this.

Mo Lingyun lit a fire, cut up the side dishes, poured oil into the bottom of the pot to preheat, put the adjusted egg liquid in the pot and fry it slightly before picking it up, put the chopped soft tofu in the pot and mixed it with white jade mushrooms and cooked it over low heat, a dish of white jade The tofu soup is ready.

Then blanch the cabbage, pick it up, sprinkle with the adjusted sauce, a cold cabbage is freshly baked, by the way, stir-fry a sweet potato vine, steam an egg custard, and the simple three dishes and one soup are ready.

"Master, it's time for dinner." Mo Lingyun yelled and arranged the dishes, and placed two pieces of cut watermelon. This watermelon was a seed he dropped a few years ago. Unexpectedly, a melon grew. To share the fruits of his labor.

"Here we come." Jing Rong came slowly, holding two wild fruits whose names he didn't know, which he picked casually in the pine forest, probably edible.

Jing Rong handed the fruit to Mo Lingyun. After hesitating for a while, he still said, "If you lack any ingredients, you can ask the dining room to find them for you."

Just now, Jing Rongquan saw the scene where Mo Lingyun was catching chickens and looking for eggs and made a fuss, but he didn't call out because of Mo Lingyun's face.

In this dreamlike cloud and pine, a young guy is scurrying around to catch chickens. Don't ruin the atmosphere too much. Anyone who was once the master of Lingxiao Peak would never have imagined that one day, the sword cultivator Ling Xiaofeng, the sacred place in his heart, can actually let people raise chickens.

Mo Lingyun grinned, and put a piece of tofu into the Jingrong bowl, "Master, try this tofu, it's super tender."

Jing Rong ate as she said, and Mo Lingyun's cooking skills are still as good as ever, and the portion of the dishes is just right, which can guarantee that there will be no leftovers every time.

"What are you looking at me for?" Seeing Mo Lingyun holding a bowl and not eating, Jing Rong couldn't help asking.

"Wait... wait for Master to praise me." Mo Lingyun blinked, then smiled again, "Is my cooking delicious?"

"Delicious." Jing Rong followed him, and as expected, after hearing this, Mo Lingyun, who was begging for praise, sat down and ate with satisfaction.

Tonight is a beautiful moonlit night, Jing Rong and Mo Lingyun sat opposite each other, feeling the long-lost silence together, although there was only a few words of communication, there was nothing embarrassing about it.

Jing Rong looked at Mo Lingyun, who was eating and eating, and felt that the corners of his lips were slightly curved. More than two years hadn't dampened Mo Lingyun's youthful spirit. Ruthless way.

"Ling Yun." Jing Rongji called softly.

"Huh?" Mo Lingyun raised his eyes.

"About kendo, what do you think?"

"Uh, choosing a teacher is a lifetime, I just want to follow the master." Mo Lingyun probably understood what Jing Rong meant, he felt that the two ways were not compatible and wanted to ask him about his attitude.

However, "I was [-] when I first met Master, and I am now [-]. In two years, it is Master's teaching that made me different from before, and also pointed me to a brand new path. As the old saying goes, life-saving grace should be ..."

"You're only nineteen?" However, Jing Rong's focus was here, and he successfully interrupted Mo Lingyun's lyrical speech.

"That's right." Mo Lingyun held his face and tilted his head, "Isn't it like that?"

It makes sense to be so lively at such a young age.Jing Rong nodded, or he didn't pay enough attention to Mo Lingyun, and he didn't even remember how old his apprentice was.

"If you don't believe me, you can feel it." Mo Lingyun rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand. The bone age can be measured, but there are not many people who can touch the bones of his eldest disciple.

Jing Rong didn't reach out his hand, but only replied: "Remember it, I won't remember it wrong next time."