Chapter 851： Mud Bottle Alley

How dare Chen Lingjun pat that person on the shoulder, he was still alive and dead, but the old master had no choice but to give up and let Chen Lingjun take himself out of the town, neither to the gods’ graves nor to the Wenwu Temple, but just a detour. The Longxu River, go to the stone arch bridge and finally take a look at the ruins of the small temple similar to the pavilion.

Chen Lingjun tentatively asked: "The Most Sacred Master, who was the tall Taoist old **** before, has his realm very high?"

The old master nodded, "It is very high. If the realm is not high, the Taoist ancestor will not teach him the Taoism. Moreover, this Taoist friend, in his early years, was a great beneficiary to our human race, so the ritual sage was set in line with the earthly branch. In the twelve zodiac signs, the ranking is very high. It is the bull temper of fellow Daoist...Forget it, it's not kind to say right and wrong behind.

Chen Lingjun was anxious, "But listening, it seems to be a bit of a holiday with my master?"

What to do, I must not be able to beat the old Taoist, and the Holy Master said that he would be guilty in fighting with Taoist ancestors, so no matter how you look at it, I don't take advantage of it.

Nonsense, of course, he and the Most Sacred Master are in the same camp, and you can't turn your elbows outside. What is called "Hunjianghu" means that two groups of people are fighting and fighting in groups. Even if the number of people is huge and there are few people on their own side, they are destined to be unable to fight.

Earlier, the old Taoist mentioned the lotus root flower blessed land, listen to the tone, his master has suffered and lost face there.

Regarding the blessed land that was renamed the Lotus Root Blessed Land, Chen Lingjun only knew that Pei Qian and Cao Qingyang, as well as the old cooks and cultivators, all came from this wonderful geomantic land, but they didn’t like to talk more about their hometown. Chen Lingjun was too lazy to ask about the matter, so he always mistakenly thought that it was an inferior lotus flower blessed land in the past, and there were not even a few cultivators, and there was no land immortal. What storms could be caused.

How could I think of running out of a guy called Daoist friend by the ancestors. It’s really not good to look at him. It’s because I was kind and kind to others, and talked about a lot of grass in the mountains in my own family. Otherwise, this foolish account, my little arm The calf cannot be carried down.

The old master shook his head, "In fact, in the lotus roots, this Taoist friend recognized your master's life in the world, especially the long and long way in the heart, and it was just right to relieve people."

Chen Lingjun was relieved, straightened his chest, and laughed: "My elder, the elders have always had a good relationship with them. As for me, I have to learn how to do it, but it's OK."

The old master smiled and said, “I’m not good at this kind of elders. I took my disciples to study the world and met a fisherman, but he couldn’t cross the river by boat. Looking back, I was still very energetic at that time. I'm pleased by Dadao."

Chen Lingjun said courageously: "My master took Aquarius and they went to the Sui Dynasty for a study tour, relying on the mountains and rivers all the way to eat. It was my master and the woodcutter knocking on the door to stay. It was relatively smooth."

The old master asked, "Jingqing, you have followed Chen Pingan for many years, and there are a lot of books on the mountain, so you never read Master Lu's Fisherman's article. I don't know the source of the story of court resistance. I once scolded me, "The master still has a proud face." ?"

Chen Lingjun looked embarrassed and said: "I have finished reading all the books for my master. I only know how to practice diligently every day in Luopo Mountain, so I temporarily ignore it."

The old master smiled and said, "I still have to read more, so that I can catch up when I chat with people."

Chen Lingjun pecked at the rice, nodded vigorously and said, "I am sure I can read and practice properly in the future."

Every time I go down the mountain for a stroll, I often go to the Confucian Temple in Huaihuang County to offer incense to the Most Holy Master and kowtow!

Chen Lingjun hesitated and asked curiously, "Can you ask the Buddha's Dharma like?"

The implication is to ask if your old man can beat the Buddha.

The old master said with a smile: "It can turn a thousand worlds into a small dust, and can turn a flower into a world of mountains and rivers. What do you think of Buddhism?"

Chen Lingjun sighed. He didn't stop his hands and patted the sleeve of the old master subconsciously. It was okay. Anyway, fighting this kind of thing would hurt the peace. It's better to fight less.

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

Chen Lingjun withdrew his hands in angrily, and simply learned from his master's hands and sleeves, so as not to make similar rude behaviors. After thinking about it, there is nothing really annoying. It's just that the Holy Master asked, he always has to give an answer, just pick There was a relatively unpleasant guy, "Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane, who doesn't care about things, is a thousand miles worse than my master."

The old master naturally knows the truth about Zhenwu Mountain, but he didn’t say whether this young man is good or bad. He just revealed the secret secret with Chen Lingjun with a smile, and gave an inside story of the old past: "The wild world is driving the puppet to move. The old blind man in Shiwan Dashan, who was very disappointed with a few of us, took out a pair of eyeballs and threw them in Haoran and Qingming respectively, saying that he would see us all become like gods before. That kind of existence. One of these two eyeballs was taken to the land of lotus roots by the master of the old view, and given to the Taoist boy who burned the fire. The rest stayed by Ma Kuxuan. Old man Yang was in Ma Kuxuan in his early years. It's not a small bet on the body."

The old master said with emotion: "At that time, the old blind man only talked about his appearance. It was indeed the best. Chen Qing was far worse than him, but both were solid eyes, a tendon, and a bad temper."

Chen Lingjun remembered something in a hurry, "In fact, there are people who hate, but there is nothing to say, a very unreasonable woman, and I am a big man, and I can’t take her. That’s wrong. Pei Qian killed the white goose's woman, and insisted on Pei Qian to lose money to her. Pei Qian finally paid for it. At that time Pei Qian was actually very sad, but at that time the master was traveling abroad and was not at home, so he could only hold back. In fact, Pei Qian just went to the school to study, and he made trouble on the way after class and school. He really likes to chase the white goose, but every time he keeps the rice bran and corn in the pocket of the millet grains, Pei Qian will give a big hand after the trouble is over. With a wave, immediately throw a handful of millet grains in the alleys, which is regarded as a reward to the so-called defeated opponents."

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

In the earliest glorious era when a hundred schools of thought were contending, the Mohist school was once a prominent scholar in the vast world, and there was also the Yang Zhu school who became unknown in later generations. The words of the two families once filled the world, so that there was "no return to Yang Jigui Mo". "The statement. Then there was an important turning point that later generations did not pay much attention to, that is, the sub-Saints invited the saints to return to the Zhongtu Confucian Temple from outside the sky to discuss the matter. In the end, the performance of the Confucian Temple was to suppress the Yang-Zhu School and not let the whole world follow the direction of this school. Going forward, and afterward, is the rise of Yasheng, who accompanies the Confucian Temple, and afterward, it is the literary sage who proposes that human nature is evil.

In fact, many of the patriarchs of the philosophers of the Hundred Schools have criticized this very seriously. They think that the saints of rituals are worried about their own avenues. The "rules of etiquette" are incompatible with the "individual freedom" advocated by the Yang Zhu school. Conflict, they feel that there is indeed an invisible dispute between the order of the world and the freedom of the individual. Therefore, many people believe that the saint of rites is selfish, and they agree to the proposal of the saint.

The ritual saint, who has never liked to drink, rarely took the initiative to find the most holy master to drink, but when drinking, the ritual did not say anything, just drank wine.

Of course, the old master knows the reason. It is not that the Yang-Zhu school, which advocates "everyone for oneself, is righteous" is not good. If it is not good, it will not become a prominent school in the world. It is very open and thorough in terms of life and death, and it is unique and extremely Novelty, "Don't be tired of things, don't hurt foreign things" is also excellent. It is not that this school of learning is close to Taoism, but this kind of learning will one day be like a river flooding the world and spreading. Coming, becoming a worldly way, will make all the world's people walking on this road, everyone, become more and more extreme, and here is the more hidden human heart and divine dispute.

The old master asked, "Jingqing, what does your master think of the Yang Zhu school?"

Chen Lingjun thought for a while, and answered honestly: "My master never mentioned it, but I heard from Da Bai Goe that it is a kind of chaotic exquisiteness, which is not good. A group of people study this way, it is harmless and elegant, and it can be beneficial. In the world, if everyone is like this, it will be a flash in the pan."

If it weren't for Cui Dongshan's nonsense, Chen Lingjun had never heard of Yang Zhu school.

Chen Lingjun has always thought that Big White Goose is a drunk, the kind of person who can talk about alcohol without drinking.

The two of them walked along the Longxu River. On this road, the Holy Master knew everything about themselves. Chen Lingjun walked a little bit, "Master, your old man talked to me so much today, you must think I'm a manufacturable, right?"

The old master smiled and said, "What is the truth?"

Chen Lingjun looked sincere and said: "Your old man is so busy, you are willing to talk to me all the way,"

The old master answered the wrong question: "Every yesterday's self is our biggest backer today."

"Jingqing, why do you like to drink?"

"Huh? Need a reason to like drinking?"

"Right."

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

"of course can."

"Who is most afraid of at the wine table?"

"It's the kind of guy who gets his face on drinking."

Oh, I really can’t help the Most Holy Master! This sentence came to my heart.

Chen Lingjun continued to ask tentatively: "Which sentence is the most annoying?"

"I'm talking about persuading alcohol to hurt your character, I did what you want."

Oh, oh, oh, the knowledge of the Most Sacred Master is indeed remarkable. Chen Lingjun admired it from the bottom of his heart and grinned: "I didn't expect your old man to be someone who came here."

"Jingqing, then I ask you, what do you think is poor

? "

"Just rich and ignorant?"

The old master looked at the boy in Tsing Yi who started to dangle his sleeves beside him.

Chen Lingjun immediately regained his arms and sleeves, and changed his words: "For the rich and unkind, the poor and the wicked?"

The old master smiled: "Just say something from your heart."

Chen Lingjun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about the individual to death, "That is, there is no money in his pocket, so poor that he can't marry a wife, bachelor, find someone to buy wine on credit, no one is willing to borrow money, so poor that it's a face, and this To save face, you have to hide, as if you can’t see the light, and then slap it, the last remaining face, which was smashed by a casual foot one day, can only wait until the people are gone and others have finished watching It’s so busy that I dare to find a chance to pick it up from the ground."

"that's it?"

"You only dare to doubt the world, not yourself?"

The old master nodded, and had two answers, especially the latter, which was really unexpected. He smiled and asked, "Did you figure it out on the wine table?"

Chen Lingjun was a little embarrassed, raised his sleeves and rubbed his face, "How can it be, the wine table is really drunk, I don't know the height of the sky, I am too lazy to follow the master to the mountain, and I like to make excuses for myself and change I just like to go down the mountain and come to the town to relax. Don’t blame me. I said that I’m diligent and diligent. I’m just eating on the mountain and drinking down the mountain. Fortunately, the master sees it. In my eyes, he never cares about me. Master doesn’t care. Others are embarrassed to take care of me. The Most Holy Master, I’m really not bragging. We Laupaoshan, no matter who it is, respect the master from the bottom of our hearts."

The old master looked up at Luopo Mountain.

Except for an uncommon name, there is nothing strange about things.

But this is the biggest weirdness.

The old master asked, "Why did Chen Pingan choose Luoposhan when he bought the mountain?"

Chen Lingjun chuckled and said, "There is a saying here. I heard Pei Qian secretly say that the old master had two hills at the earliest, one Zhenzhu Mountain. It costs less, just a gold fine copper coin, and another one. It’s the Luopo Mountain where our Patriarch Hall is now. At that time, the master spread out a picture of the situation of the mountain. I don’t know the choice. As a result, a bird just passed by and pulled a pile of **** on the picture. It just fell on.' "Luopo Mountain', haha, laugh to death..."

The old master asked with a smile: "Does the old town talk about it?"

Chen Lingjun rubbed his face vigorously, before finally holding back a smile, "Master Pei Qian, the great disciple of the mountain, is really willing to say anything. The master said that the old man Yao, the master kiln worker, took him into the mountain to find soil. There is a miracle between the mountains and rivers, there is a **** three feet above the head, anyway, my master believes this the most. But the master also said that, he later speculated that it might be the intention of the national teacher."

The old master nodded, Chen Ping'an's guess was the truth, and it was indeed the work of Cui Yang.

Of course it’s not a good idea to say “Lopao”, but if you can get a certain word, the meaning will be completely different.

The reason why Cui Yang stripped out a heart-pounding Cui Dongshan, in addition to those big plans that have already come to light, actually hides a more interesting means, that is, to use another self, perhaps to use one or two key words. Opening a certain kind of restriction is like a letter from home, sent to yourself in the years to come, to help remind yourself at what stage, time, point, and what to say and do. Just like Daozu walked out of the lotus cave sky this time, left the Qingming world, he'talked to himself' early. Daozu has different questions and answers with some destined generations who have seen the future but have not yet come to him. The avenue evolves within the cave, carefully deduced, and it is already good.

Haoran embroidered the tiger, this time I asked the ancestor of the three teachers to take a seat, one asked, and the three left.

Of course it does not mean that Cui Yang's mind, Taoism, and knowledge are higher than those of the Sanjiao Patriarch.

It’s like the Patriarch of the Three Sects has thousands of choices. Cui Yang said that the path he helped choose is the one that he can prove to be the most beneficial to the world. This is the undoubted case, then three of you, To go or not to go?

When he reached the stone arch bridge with no hanging swords, the old master stopped, stopped and looked down at the river, and then raised his head slightly. On the far side of the blue cliff beside the river, where the straw-shoe boy and the ponytail girl first met, one entered the water Fish, a watchman catches fish.

How many small fish swim freely in the blue water, a fight for the change of fish and dragon, the world will see the eternal dragon gate again, and the purple, gold and white scales are leaping.

Chen Lingjun sat on the side of the bridge, with his feet hanging in the air, arms around his chest, and raised his head and asked: "The Most Holy Master, your old man used to be on the side of Mud Bottle Alley. What did you look into the house?"

After holding his hands in his hands, the old master smiled and said: "In order to survive, a poor, hungry child, dried the fish and ate all of it, without any leftovers, and ate it cleanly and quietly."

A helpless child in Ni Ping Alley first learned how to cook medicine from a fellow at the drugstore, and then learned how to go up and down the water from Liu Xianyang, and then learned the craftsmanship of porcelain from the old man Yao in Longyao, and practiced fist recognition from the fist book. After he left his hometown, he still looked at the world carefully, constantly learning how to behave in the world, learning as many skills as possible, every kind of recognition from the heart, every time Careful self-certification and cultivating the heart are both a kind of silent growth, while at the same time, do everything possible to continuously give back to the world. The young Chen Ping’an 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 human hearts, and the young hermits of the age of confidence, are still learning. , Presumably Chen Pingan will still be like this in the future.

The old master looked at the river and asked, "The term "world" is the earliest Buddhist language. Realm, if it is based on our Master Xu's explanation of words?"

Chen Lingjun cried and said, "Holy Master, don't look at me anymore, I definitely don't know."

The old master pointed his finger at the ridge by the river, and said with a smile: "The field is also a place where weeds are planted, and a paradigm of vertical and horizontal rows of rice paddies. The old scholar once said that people are born with desires, and desires are not allowed. But there is no measure of demarcation, you have to argue. Listen, is it a very clear context? So the final conclusion is that human nature is evil, which is caused by etiquette. The knowledge of old scholars is still very real. , And you are the saint of rites, are you happy?"

Chen Lingjun was ashamed, "The Most Holy Master, I have read less, so I'm sorry to ask why I don't understand."

"It's okay. Books don't have long legs. There will be opportunities to read in the future. Don't read the books for nothing."

The old master patted the boy in Tsing Yi on the head. After comforting him, he also exhorted him, "If the road is not far away, don't eat for nothing."

Chen Lingjun is ignorant, don't care, remember to talk after listening.

The old master said with Yan Yue: "Jingqing, you can go on your own, don't help lead the way."

Chen Lingjun courageously asked: "Should I go to Qilong Alley for a drink? My master is not at home, I can help him drink a few more bowls."

The old master shook his head and said with a smile: "Drinking now is nothing like talking. Don't behave when you get a bargain. This is a good habit. Don't worry, it's not about you, but about our Confucianism."

Chen Lingjun stepped back a few steps and said goodbye to the Most Sacred Master. Then he turned and ran down the stone arch bridge. He didn't dare to return directly to Luopo Mountain. He planned to go to Qilong Lane to find Brother Jia for a drink.

The boy in Tsing Yi had already ran away, suddenly stopped, turned and shouted loudly: "Sacred Master, I think you are still the most powerful. I don't understand how powerful it is. Anyway, it's...this!"

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

The old master smiled and nodded, which was also very comforting.

The heaven and the earth, the rebellious journey of all things, the time and the passerby of a hundred generations, I am also a pedestrian on the road. Sad and bitter? Oddly fortunate.

I went to Jun’s house unknowingly while crossing the water to see the flowers.

The old master expressed his gratitude to the whole world and also said goodbye.

The monk, walks in the wind, gallops to the sun and the moon, and is kind.

People in the world, because they are not free, are pursuing freedom, hoping that next time the vicissitudes of life will turn into a blessing, everyone will have plenty of food and clothing, and they will be full of books.

Finally, the Most Sage Master glanced at the back alley of the town.

The small alley is called Mud Bottle Alley.

The sky is healthy, and the gentleman strives for self-improvement.

A flower grows out of the silt and makes a bottle with your own heart. Isn’t it beautiful when the flower opens?

I believe that the other two who traveled in the small town also viewed that one in this way.

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Lao Guanzhu glanced at the side of the mountain road, like a white cloud falling from the green hills.

In addition, there is a female martial artist walking down the mountain. The young man in white is walking around in circles around the woman, screaming, bouncing, and playing clumsy punches.

The woman is accustomed to it. She turned a blind eye to his troubles, went down the mountain and walked and fisted.

The old master was too lazy to look at that Cui Dongshan again. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it. There were two more things in his hand, a token rune sword cast by Longquan Sword Sect, and a safe and sound card issued by the Ministry of Penalty. Rustic.

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

The Master of Old View held the Fujian with his **** and squinted his eyes for a closer look. As expected, there is an ancient sword technique that is not easily detectable. A trainer with insufficient realm is destined to fail to see through it.

As for what is meant by inadequate realm, of course it is not enough under the fourteenth realm of Qi training and ascension realm sword repair.

It’s just that the sword art is incomplete, I want to make it up, about Mo

Five or six rune swords are needed. However, no matter what the price of the rune sword is, as long as someone is willing to do this, it is a very profitable business, how can you make a profit? This sword tactic alone is enough to make a kendo sect stand a firm foothold in the vast world. The key is that the threshold of this tactic is low. As long as you are a sword cultivator, you can practice sword practice step by step without having a good qualification. Strength, the rank of sword arts is not high, but it is safe to practice. Therefore, the larger the sect, the more important this kind of Taoism is.

On the other side of the steps, Cui Dongshan leaped high, turned sideways, settled by the table, shook his two big white sleeves, looked up and said to himself: "Autumn is coming, the autumn breeze is clear and the autumn moon is coming. Ming, the autumn clouds are full of emptiness, and the autumn water falls into the sky."

Then he closed his gaze, first glanced at the old cook, and then at the old master who is no stranger to him. Cui Dongshan said with a hippie smile: "Autumn is coming, and the rivers are flooded with vast rivers and rivers. It's hard to argue."

Zhu Lian smiled and put it down, saying this was a bit awkward.

Cui Dongshan sat on the bench with his back to the table, raised his foot and turned around, and asked: "The mountains and rivers are lush, the clouds are deep and the roads are remote, where does the veteran come from?"

Zhu Lian licked the melon seeds, and put himself in an old-fashioned view, probably about to start beating people.

The old Guanzhu sneered: "There are cracks in everything in the world, and everything you see in your eyes, even the golden body of the gods, is invisible. Even the Taoist mind of a cultivator is not a complete one. This path, It won’t work. If you Cui Yang spends his entire life, you still can’t find it. It’s destined to be useless. Otherwise, why should the Patriarch of the Three Religions come here. Dao and Yi, if it is a certain object, wouldn’t it be upset again?"

Cui Dongshan complained: "What a bastard, I am Dongshan."

The old view subject chuckled.

Cui Dongshan shook his shoulders, muttering words, like those of the master of the school, "Besides, the road is close? No eyelashes. The road is far away? What happens is true. The sage is near? Participate in business. The sage is far away? Enlightenment. God."

The old master smiled and said: "Cui Yang, at any rate, there was still a scholar who looked like a scholar. If you had such a virtue back then, you can guarantee that you will not get out of the lotus root."

Cui Dongshan patted his chest, as if he was terrified.

The old Guanzhu drank a sip of tea, "If you will be a wife, you will conceal it on both sides, and you will not be a daughter-in-law. In fact, it is often difficult to conceal from both sides."

Wiping the table with his sleeve, Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said, "Senior's words are not appropriate."

Seeing that this guy continued to play stupid, he turned his head and looked at the woman who was walking along the steps, and asked, "Is this the boxing disciple you picked?"

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "Not a registered disciple. What's more, my three-legged cat kung fu, a woman has learned it, is not beautiful."

Old Guanzhu disapproved, and asked the woman: "Your name is Cen Yuanji?"

Cen, the mountain is small and high, describing the extreme appearance of the rocky cliffs. The mandarin machine is a secular brocade machine, and poets have the metaphor of moving flowers and shadows.

Lu Chen always does whatever he wants. He likes to put long lines to catch big fish, but it doesn't matter if he can't catch them.

Whether it’s Shi Rou in Riding Dragon Alley or Jin Li, a robe with seven turns and twists, it's like a bait who only asks for a wish, and doesn't care about the broken fishing line or the swimming fish that eat bait.

Cen Yuanji had just stopped at the gate of the mountain. She knew how serious it was. An old Taoist priest who could make Mr. Zhu and Cui Dongshan take the initiative to go down the mountain to meet is not easy.

For some reason, the old Taoist looked as usual, but Cen Yuanji felt extremely stressed, holding his fist and saying, "In reply to the Daoist, the junior's name is indeed Cen Yuanji."

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "What to scare a little girl into."

Cui Dongshan beckoned, "Millet, let's knock some melon seeds."

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

Cui Dongshan slapped his head and asked, "Right guard, just like that?"

Hearing the name of the big white goose, Xiaomi Li kept his face straight, and took out a large amount from his sleeve.

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

Lao Guanzhu asked Zhu Lian again, "How about the sword technique? Are you planning to choose from the sword fairy embryos of the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"

The same old master, the Daoist Master Sun of Daxuan Duguan, urged Lu Chen to go and turn to reincarnation as a sword repairman. This is not all a joke, but a targeted one.

Of course, just because of Sun Huaizhong’s temper, Lu Chen really wants to be a sword repairman. It is estimated that no matter what, Lu Chen will be turned into a little Taoist boy with the lowest level of Xuan Du, and he will call his ancestor a few times a day, otherwise he will hang on the peach tree. hit.

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "I don't have the face to teach others swordsmanship, it's not a misunderstanding."

Haoran Jian Xiu, and throwing one to the blessed lotus root, is a well-deserved sword fairy.

In the history of Ouhuafudi, there are also some deeds of land immortals recorded in the history of barnyard officials, but there is no evidence to find out. Zhu Lian has also started to compile official history books in addition to calculating accounts and construction, and has seen many unfamiliar history of barnyard officials. What kind of immortal and ilk, spit out sword pills, white light flashed, and thousands of miles took the first level. However, even in the hometown, even these rumors of ghosts, mentioning the sword immortal line, there is nothing good to say, what is not the avenue of longevity, but the side magic, the flying sword technique is difficult to achieve the avenue. But Zhu Lian’s road to martial arts, in the final analysis, really came from books. This is exactly the same as Jia Sheng, a scholar in the world. They are all self-taught without a teacher. They only rely on reading to learn and become talented, but one is practice. One is martial arts.

When Zhu Lian first walked the rivers and lakes, he also traveled far with a sword, traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers, and visited immortals.

Another, with hidden thoughts, Zhu Lian wanted to know the boundary of the world. If it is really a round sky, no matter how vast the world is, there will be an end, right?

The millet grain did not go far, his face was shocked, and he turned his head and asked: "Does the old cook still play a sword?"

Zhu Lian waved his hand: "What kind of swordsmanship, don't listen to the polite words of such guests, it is far behind Pei Qian's crazy swordsmanship."

Cui Dongshan lowered his head and licked melon seeds, "Xiaomi grains, don't you know, this old cook took off his apron in the stove, went out, and played with swords. He was very famous in the lotus roots. Very, it is said that on the long sword of the noble son Zhu Lian, what is entwined is the charming sentiment of the woman, which is incomparable to Yu Mi. I don't know how many women from the rivers and lakes have turned to practice swords infatuated for a lifetime, just to be able to compare with the old chef field."

Cui Yang once followed the old talents and traveled to the lotus roots, and knew a lot about the local customs there.

Millet hurriedly covered his stomach with one hand, pressed his mouth vigorously, and said vaguely: "The old cook was once a noble son."

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "The hero doesn't mention the bravery back then, it's all things of the past. The world affairs are all based on false accusations.

Millet nodded heavily, hum, turned around and ran back to the bamboo chair, grinning, just taking care of the old cook's face, without a laugh.

The left guardian in Qilong Alley just slipped to the gate of the mountain and looked up at the old Taoist from a distance. It immediately turned around and ran away.

Old Guanzhu glanced, but unfortunately, for some reason, Ruan Xiu changed his mind, otherwise he would have almost complied with the old saying, "Toad swallows the moon, Tengu eats the moon".

Sui's right side came from the hilltop Yujian from another place. She did not take a seat. She wanted to ask the **** of the lotus root to ask about her husband.

Old Guanzhu said to her: "Tell Chen Ping'an, the survival of Tongyezhou Jindingguan doesn’t matter, but Shao Yuanran must be kept. As for that Ni Yuanran, you only need to talk to him and give out that one. Jin Dan, he is free now."

The legal system of Jindingguan originates from the Louguan school of Taoism, which is a line of Taoism that "keep the grass as a building, watch the stars and look at the spirit". As for Ni Yuanzhan who supported Artemisia in the blessed land of Yunku, it was exactly a chess piece thrown out of the blessed land by the old master.

Sui's right side hesitated and stopped, but in the end, he still said nothing.

Zhu Lian helped to clear the siege, and took the initiative to nod, and said, "What's so difficult about this? Just talk."

Lao Guanzhu asked, "Why isn't Jiang Shangzhen of Yuguizong on the mountain?"

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "I should have stayed on the mountain and went to Tongyezhou together, but our chief Zhou got more angry and ran away to the wild world."

Sui caught Zhu Lian's wink on the right, she left silently and went to the millet grain side.

Lao Guanzhu looked around and sighed, "I have never thought that in the end, your Confucianists will have the most advantage. Yu Dou probably will be very angry."

Once the patriarchs of the three religions were able to practise Taoism, academies, temples, and Taoist temples at the same time, then the Haoran world, which is the most accommodating to different teaching questions, would of course receive the most gifts.

At the same time as the Taoist ancestors, the Patriarch of the Three Religions will take a trip to the ruins of the old heaven. Of course, this big problem will not be left to others.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said, "The second child is the best."

The old master said softly: "Just say one thing, when there are no more fifteen realms in the world, and there are already fourteen realms, how would you think about the chance to become a monk in the fourteenth realm?"

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

The old master asked: "Now? Why?"

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

The old Guanzhu turned to look at Zhu Lian, one of Lu Chen's five dreams, and possibly even the second.

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "Senior sees what I do, and I am not as handsome as my son."

The Old View Master laughed and said, "It's really a good place. It's a worthwhile trip, and the style is very positive."