The Ultimate Student in the City

At the moment, Li Zedao picked up a bun, took a bite, swallowed his stomach in twos and threes, and then asked, "Why did the Taoist leave Dai Temple for what reason? How long has it been since?"

The answer in Li Zedao's heart is actually that if this neuropathy had been a Taoist priest in Dai Temple, he would have been swept out of the house.

"Because it's time to leave, so I left." After Qing Xuzi swallowed a bun, he smiled at Li Ze and said.

Li Zedao really wanted to worship on the ground, listen to it, listen to it, what it says makes people feel tall and majestic, but at the same time it prevents others from getting any useful information.

"As for how long it has been since I went back..." Qing Xuzi thought for a while and said, "It's a thousand years."

"Puff..." Li Zedao, who was drinking from the teacup, sprayed uncontrollably.

After two encounters, Li Zedao knew that this Taoist priest liked to pretend to be a calf, but he did not expect that he liked it to such an extent. Does he want to say that he has lived for thousands of years? What international joke?

"Dao Master, do you mean that you are over a thousand years old?" Li Zedao said, his tone of sarcasm was hard to hide.

Qing Xuzi looked like a god-stick, put down his chopsticks and stretched out his hand, pinching his fingers, and then said: "Pan Dao was born in the twelfth year of Emperor Huixiao, Emperor Zhaosheng of Tang Yizong. Up to now, there are indeed a thousand. How old is it."

"..."

Faced with such a natural neurosis that pretends to force a calf with you, Li Zedao really doesn't know what to say. So, he didn't intend to say anything anymore, he just wanted to quickly get back the medicine jar, and then quickly pat the **** to leave. If he continues to take it, he is worried that he will become neurotic too.

Besides, Bei is still waiting for him to send his aunt's towel back. How can he keep the beautiful woman waiting? Besides, the beautiful lady is still bleeding...

"Dao Master, that medicine jar..." Li Zedao woke up with a stiff smile. When he first came in, he saw the neurosis and put the medicine jar directly into his pocket.

"Wuliang Tianzun, the taste of this steamed bun is really good. Pang Dao is trying this." Qing Xuzi said, holding up the bowl of millet porridge in front of him, and after taking a sip, he was enjoying, "Wuliang Tianzun, this millet porridge It's also pretty good."

"... Chief Dao, that medicine jar..." Li Ze Daoqiang endured the violence in his heart and said again with a smiling face. What if you can't bear it? This is a master whose skill is no longer under Huang Wen!

The neuropathy looked at Li Zedao, smiled slightly and said: "The donor doesn't seem to believe what Pang Dao said."

"Uh... believe, believe... my medicine jar..." Li Zedao felt that there was no need to worry about neurosis.

Qing Xuzi's expression became serious, and he said, "Donor, when we met last time, Pang Dao said that you were dark in the hall. That is a sign of hiring a villain. He also calculated that a certain strong violent spirit in your body is about to come. Outburst... Is there a villain in the end? Has some kind of cold and violent aura in the body erupted?"

"...Taoist magic calculation, magic calculation..." Li Zedao almost cried, "My medicine jar..."

"Wuliang Tianzun, poor Dao still has such a meager way." Qing Xuzi was very happy to be praised by the other party.

"..." Li Zedao's heart rushed to a large group of grass and mud horses.

"Therefore, what Pang Dao said is true. Pang Dao was indeed born in the twelfth year of Emperor Zhaosheng Huixiao of Tang Yizong, Xiantong, and it is indeed more than a thousand years old..."

"...Yes, yes, Dao Master is more than a thousand years old, but like a person in his 30s and 40s, he is too good, really good at maintaining... My medicine jar..."

Qing Xuzi picked up the chopsticks and continued to bite with the bun with a look of enjoyment.

Li Zedao's body was trembling slightly, the skull section of the clenched fist was already white, the veins on his forehead were rising, and his breathing became thick.

After all, Li Zedao didn't lift the table and smashed it, because... it was not his opponent!

Li Zedao didn't forget that when he hit the neuropathy with a punch before, the neuropathy easily grasped his hand tightly.

Therefore, Li Zedao could only hold back, and then hold back his internal injury.

In the end, Qingxuzi finished the three-drawer steamed buns he wanted, and drank a large bowl of millet porridge. Then he hiccuped and said with a look of enjoyment: "Immortal Tianzun, I am full of poor Dao... Donor, Why don't you eat it?"

Li Zedao really wanted to say, eat your sister.

"I'm not hungry." He said again with great difficulty, "Dao Master, my medicine jar..."

"Blessed Tianzun, it's shameful to waste food." Qing Xuzi said, then stretched out his hand and brought the bun that Li Zedao had only bitten on one of the buns in front of him, and then continued to move his expression. He bit with chopsticks.

The muscles on Li Zedao's face twitched and his body was shaking, and he looked like he was about to fall. This old bastard... actually ate his saliva again!

After finally waiting for him to clean up the remaining buns, Li Zedao said with great difficulty: "Dao Master, my medicine jar, should you return it to me?"

This time, there was an uncontrollable anger in his voice, and his patience had really reached its limit. If this neuropathy continues to play with him, Li Zedao really doesn’t mind directly flipping the table and fighting him for three hundred rounds. ......Although, it is very likely that he will be beaten in less than three rounds.

Thankfully, this neuropathy finally took out the medicine jar from his pocket, but he didn't return it to Li Zedao. Instead, he said with a faint smile: "The sky lock has been opened... also, after all, you are the benefactor. "

"...What are you talking about? Tiansuo..." Li Zedao's expression instantly stiffened, staring at the neuropathy with wide eyes, "You know... Tiansuo?"

Li Zedao is not shocked. After all, Tiansuo itself is an extremely mysterious thing, not to mention that it is not visible to everyone at all. More importantly, this neuropathy knows that there is a Tiansuo on the medicine jar...what is he who is it?

Isn't it... Old Zhaotou?

Qingxuzi smiled slightly and said, "The pills in this medicine jar were put in by Peng Dao, and the sky lock was also locked by Peng Dao. So, why don't Peng Dao know?"

Li Zedao was stunned, suddenly thinking of something, stammering, and said with great difficulty: "You...you are... Chen Tuan?"

Qing Xuzi smiled and nodded and said, "That's my lay name."

Li Zedao simply slipped off the chair and sat on the ground.

After being silly for a while, Li Zedao asked again with great difficulty: "You... are you really Chen Tuan?" He already remembered. When inquiring about Chen Tuan's information before, he learned that Chen Tuan was actually There are several names, such as "Mr. Baiyun", "Mr. Xiyi", and "Qingxu Specialist"... and this neuropathy says he is Qingxuzi! He also said that he was more than a thousand years old and was practising in Dongyue Dai Temple. In addition to his terrifying skill, he not only knew Tiansuo, but also knew that the medicine jar was locked by Tiansuo, so... is he really Chen Tuan?

It's just that Chen Tuan has been given "Kacha!" by Zhao Kuangyin?

"The donor believes in Poor Dao is Chen Tuan, and Poor Dao is Chen Tuan. If the donor does not believe, Poor Dao is still Chen Tuan." Qing Xuzi said with a faint smile.

"..." Li Zedao could only swallow desperately.

"Pan Dao knows that you will go to the land of mist...that is, the place you call the devil's cave, and enter my senior brother's grave..."

"Brother..." Li Zedao's mind was stunned again, he said...Brother? Therefore, Duanmu Weizhuang belongs to Chen Tuan... brother?

After a full hiccup, Qing Xuzi said with a sigh: "Yes, brother! The generation of ghost doctor Duanmuweizhuang you mentioned is actually my brother. As for the woman in the misty land, her name is Bingxue. It's our Junior Sister... Blessing Tianzun, Junior Sister Bingxue is so pretty."

"Uh..." Li Zedao widened his eyes, thinking this world is quite absurd! This kind of thing is like a beautiful woman with **** and fair skin running over and telling him that Li Zedao you are really ugly and I don't like you... This is too hard to believe.

As Qing Xuzi said, his eyes already showed the kind of look that Li Zedao knew at first sight. Because of that look, Li Zedao once had... He loved her, but she didn't love him, it was that simple.

Then, Li Zedao had already thought of the "The Story of Chen Tuan and the Widow of Duanmu Weizhuang" that was invented by Master...If this...the respected Taoist commander saw him, would he be so angry that he immediately set off to Sichuan Go to the plateau and dig up the master's body and start whip the body?

Qing Xuzi picked up the cup of tea in front of him, took a sip, and looked at Li Zedao and said, "The Immeasurable Tianzun, as for this thing, was handed over to General Wolf by Poor Dao thousands of years ago. Poor Dao calculated the secret. It means he is coming out."

"He's coming out? He is?" Li Zedao tried very hard to force his restless heart to calm down, but in the face of this immortal who has been alive for a thousand years, it is so beyond your imagination. Words, if you want to calm down, it shouldn't be too easy.

"My brother, the ghost doctor Duanmuweizhuang." Qing Xuzi sighed slightly.

"He...want to come out?" Li Zedao swallowed, "He's not dead?"

"The body should have turned into dust, but his soul is still wandering in the tomb in the misty land. This is for sure. Once you open the tomb, he will reappear in the world." Qing Xuzi said solemnly.

"Uh...reappear in the world? Then?" Li Zedao asked very hard, "What are the consequences?"

"The Immeasurable Tianzun." Qing Xuzi looked compassionate, "Many people will die, at least, those Taoists, whether they are real Taoists or those on the roadside who are doing fortune-telling and cheating for money, will be slaughtered clean... I hated me thousands of years ago. This hatred has accumulated for thousands of years, and it is even more intense. Naturally, this account will be directly counted on the other Taoists."