Wang Changsheng's eyes flashed with a fine light, and the person instantly recovered his clarity from the chaos, where did the old Taoist of Baima Mountain think that the other party was obviously subject to the yin-yang mirror and actually got out of trouble so quickly, it was really not within common sense, and he was caught off guard, Wang Changsheng patted the backpack behind him with his left hand, and the seven-inch peachwood sword flew out, and was immediately held in his hand, and then Wang Changsheng's left hand closed his elbow "Bang" Pressing against Lao Dao's chest, he pressed him against the wall as soon as he turned around, holding the wooden sword in his right hand against his heart, seeing that a sword was about to penetrate Lao Dao's chest.

"I'm sorry, what you may not know is that in order to prevent me from being controlled, my little uncle would rather lose ten years of yang life, and also cover my life for me, just so that I don't be subject to you after being discovered by a decent person like you" Wang Changsheng said with a gloomy face: "Old immortal master, people don't kill the heavens and the earth for themselves, and you are too busy, so I can only send you on the road...... Goodbye, it's too late to shake hands."

Baima Guan Laodao's eyes fell on the wooden sword in Wang Changsheng's hand, and when he felt the pain of the tip of the sword piercing his skin, he blurted out when he was in danger: "Who are you Chen Qingshan?"

This wooden sword looks plain at first glance, I can't see what kind of texture it is, the style is old and the workmanship is rough, but the two-sided sword body is engraved with two landscape patterns, revealing a vicissitudes of life, a simple atmosphere, this is the direction of the Kunlun Mountains.

When Wang Changsheng saw that he was about to kill someone, when he heard the other party's words, the tip of the sword in his hand was retracted, and he frowned and asked, "Do you know Chen Qingshan?"

"Are you from Kunlun Guanzhong?" asked the old man.

Chen Qingshan's road name Qingshan is a real person, Kunlun Guan Lord, but there are not many people in the world who know this person, because Chen Qingshan's whereabouts are usually uncertain, like an idle cloud and a wild crane, he can recognize Wang Changsheng's origin from this sword, and he must have seen Chen Qingshan and this portable sword.

It sounds a little strange, but it's all because Qingshan Zhenren never uses a sword, and almost nine out of ten people who see swords will definitely die, and those who see it don't die, it should be old knowledge.

Wang Changsheng's face was cloudy, but the sword in his hand was taken back from the other party's heart, this old Taoist can blurt out the names Chen Qingshan and Kunlun Guan, it must not be hearsay.

"Do you know my master? I advise you not to pinch nonsense, otherwise I will kill you here, and I will take a trip to White Horse Mountain over there, and send your apprentices and grandchildren to reminisce with you on the Huangquan Road."

The white horse old man breathed a sigh of relief, swallowed and foamed at the mouth and said: "I have a relationship with Qingshan Zhenren."

Twenty minutes later, in a teahouse outside White Horse Mountain, Wang Changsheng sat opposite this old man, with a pot of well-aged white tea in front of them, and the hostility between them seemed to have gradually disappeared.

The tea was churning, the heat was swirling, and the faint aroma of tea wafted out.

The Taoist priest of White Horse Mountain looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief, and after a long time, he poured a cup of hot tea for the other party, and said: "I know, it seems that no one in Kunlun Guanzhong has been under the Jade Void Peak for a long time."

The world only knows Kunlun Mountain, but does not know that there is a Kunlun Temple on Yuxu Peak, this ancient Taoist temple that has been inherited for many years, in Kunlun Mountain, which is known as the ancestor of ten thousand mountains, has guarded the twenty-four dragon veins on this land for generations.

The dynasty can be replaced, but the dragon vein cannot change, this is the ancestral training of Kunlun Concept.

It's just that few people know this in the land of Middle-earth, and even less do they know that the disciples of Kunlun Guan have geometry.

Chen Qingshan is the Kunlun Guan Guan of this generation, if you want to describe this person, there is probably only one word that can sum it up, that is, the dragon does not see the head and the tail, and the outrageous degree of his lack of head and tail can be called strange, because Wang Changsheng, as his closed disciple, has not seen the master for six years.

Wang Changsheng was brought up by his junior uncle and several senior brothers, after he was brought into Kunlun Temple by Chen Qingshan when he was twelve years old, within two years Chen Qingshan threw down the sentence I want to travel and then the person disappeared.

In the next few years, he was taught by Uncle Xiao and the second brother on behalf of his teacher, and four years ago, Uncle Xiao also threw down a sentence I want to go to Yunyou and left.

In another two years, several senior brothers also left, and only Wang Changsheng and the sixth senior brother were left in the entire Kunlun Temple.

"I saw Chen Guanzhu, when he was holding this sword in his hand, it was ten years ago, Chen Guanzhu came to Baima Mountain to see my master, he said that he wanted to put this sword in Baimaguan for eighteen years, in exchange for borrowing my treasure Yin-Yang Mirror, but at that time, my master wanted the Yin-Yang Mirror to be of great use two years later, so he politely refused Chen Guanzhu's ......"

Wang Changsheng was stunned, ten years ago was when the master took him away from home to go to Kunlun Temple.

Eighteen years later, he was thirty years old.

"Why are you a dead man?" asked the old man of White Horse Mountain with a frown.

Wang Changsheng said lightly: "It's not strange that everyone dies, it's strange that my master didn't let me die, and forcibly pulled me back from the underworld, as for why you want to ask, forgive me, I can't say some things, and it may not be good if you know it, just talk about the things in front of me between you and me." ”

Lao Dao opened his mouth, then sighed, and said: "Since you are a Kunlun Guanren, then I will subdue demons and eliminate demons for the Heavenly Dao, and I can't get rid of you, and I can't go to your head, Daoist friends, forgive me, a misunderstanding."

Wang Changsheng smiled: "Thank you?"

The old man of White Horse Mountain said with a wry smile: "If I really get rid of you, I can't afford this cause and effect, Kunlun Guan's generation is walking down the mountain, right?

Wang Changsheng nodded: "There is only one person in a generation, my junior uncle and a few senior brothers...... I'm too lazy to have no way to fall on me."

There are seven disciples of Kunlun Guan in this generation, except for the senior brother Wang Changsheng, who has never seen it, and the other five senior brothers have their own identities in the world.

Lao Dao picked up the teapot, added a cup of aged white tea for Wang Changsheng, and said slowly: "I once mentioned that I wanted to deal with Mr. Xu's aftermath for the Xu family, but Xu Rongsheng has been stopping me from doing everything possible to excuse me, and now I think it's because he can invite you over, this is because he has an old relationship with Kunlun Guan?"

"It's just an old thing left by my master, I came here because I want to start and finish well......," Wang Changsheng explained casually, then looked at the other party's chest, and said: "This yin-yang mirror was not lent by my master many years ago, I wonder if I have this good fate?"

Bai Yun Lao Dao pondered for a moment, frowned and said, "I can't borrow it."

Wang Changsheng said: "The monks are merciful, saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter."

The old Taoist looked up puzzled and said: "Is it appropriate for you to talk to a Taoist about compassion and compassion for heaven and man?"

The corners of Wang Changsheng's mouth twitched, but he didn't expect this old Taoist priest to be kind and kind, and when he spoke one by one, he sighed faintly: "It's just not negotiable?"

Bai Yun Lao Dao said lightly: "Do you still want to rob it? This yin-yang mirror is the treasure of my White Horse View of the town, over the years with the Lord of the Lord in and out of the world, capture the world's demons, ghosts, ghosts, if it is lent to you, isn't it equivalent to a soldier on the battlefield without even taking a gun? ”

"I'm sorry, I was abrupt......" Wang Changsheng got up, straightened the collar of his robe, turned his head and walked a few steps to think about it, and suddenly asked the teahouse guy for paper and pen, wrote down a string of phone numbers, and then handed it to Baima Lao Dao and said: "Three years later, if the heirs of your family are sick and have nowhere to start, call me this number, I will save your son's life, and use the yin-yang mirror in your hand, this transaction should be quite suitable."

Hearing this, the old Taoist of the white horse suddenly stood up, and a strand of long beard on the old Taoist's chin was blown up by snorting, he gasped rapidly, and said angrily with a red face: "What are you talking nonsense, the six pure roots of the poor Dao are only for the three Qinghong Dao, and I am not a Huoju Taoist priest who can marry a child, Taoist friend, you say that I have an heir, isn't this spewing blood? Don't talk nonsense and pollute my innocence." ”

Wang raised his head in surprise, and said flatly: "Have you forgotten that I am a Kunlun Guan person?" Kunlun disciple, the best at divination, face to face, my eyes have almost caught up with the fiery eyes, do you think you can hide from me?"

Lao Dao was stunned, and a bead of sweat suddenly oozed from his forehead.

Wang Changsheng poked his head in front of him and said softly: "Although I don't know what method you used to cover your face so that people can't see your children's palace, but unfortunately, when you added tea to me just now, the lines on your hands exposed the fact that you married a wife and had children."

The white horse old dao subconsciously put his left hand behind his back, Wang Changsheng sneered and said Now it is too late to cover it, and the old man's face suddenly turned pale, which clearly means that there are no three hundred taels of silver here.

Wang Changsheng said: "I look at the lines of your palms, his son will have a catastrophe in three years, if you can't solve it, you can try it with me, I Kunlun Guan people talk like those monks, and they have never spoken ......."

After Wang Changsheng finished speaking, he tapped the phone number on the table with his finger, then turned around and left.

Bai Yun Lao Dao gasped, and then sat down in his chair with a "poof".