Cherry blossom sky, the Nine Shadows Blood Void Array......

Tang Teng couldn't help but feel the strange gaze in front of him, so he looked at the ugly and cute boy in front of him in a daze.

And the other party looked at him with a smile, dressed in white, with loose black hair.

Everyone noticed this abnormality and followed their eyes, but when they saw Tong Mu slowly walking in front of the old man, he actually pulled his hand directly on the other party's face.

"Your mask looks so realistic, where did you get it......" Kirimu cried out happily.

"Oops~!It hurts~!It hurts~!" The old man cried out in pain.

"Eh, uncle...... I haven't seen you for more than a hundred years, where is your blood pen!" Tong Mu called out suspiciously.

"You know what kind of person are you?" exclaimed the old man.

Tong Mu was still holding the old man's face with his right hand at the moment, and a tail of paintbrushes appeared in his left hand, with exquisite workmanship and blood red all over his body, looking at each other, and chanting loudly:

"Wonderfully hand-painted Danqing, sparse starry night peeping people, autumn wind dotting ink, crying blood stained cuckoos. ”

The sound floated between heaven and earth, and the great array trembled slightly, like the thunder of a drum.

This poem was written when Tang Teng Stiff gave Tong Mu's famous pen blood drops, and few people in the world know it.

The old man stared blankly at the young man in front of him, and then stared at the blood-dropping paintbrush in his left hand, a little shocked.

Back then, his father Zhan Mu Xingyue was killed by a traitor when his yuan strength was exhausted.

Father Yan ordered him to take revenge, so he stayed in the Divine Cult to study the holy way and get along with the plane tree day and night.

A hundred years ago, taking advantage of the old age of Mu Xingyue and the backlash of divine arts, the Alliance of Mages of All Nations joined forces to attack the main altar of the Divine Cult.

However, the holy way is ethereal, and when he had an epiphany in his early years, he once descended from the sky to paint a strange painting into the body, which was the Bai Gui painting Yue Tu that had been fascinated through the ages.

After Tang Teng was seriously injured, his body fell into the sea of stars and moons, and he suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and he felt that his body was surrounded by sand. When he was dazed, he dreamed that a full moon fell on his chest, and the bright light around his body flashed, and a white turtle slowly crawled out of his body, and then the big hole in his chest healed, and the momentum of falling decreased slightly, and he actually stepped lightly in the lake and sea.

"Holy! Confucianism, Buddhism, Lao, and Zhuang are all used, and they are called the avenue. Pushan and shaped like a beggar, like a dog, laughed and scolded by people, I do it myself~!"

After the young man had spoken, he took out the food from his bosom and threw it away, and the coat and discarded it, and the weapon was discarded, and he left a bowl alone and went forward.

"If it's a holy thing, everything will be thrown away~!"

He touched the cliff and stone wall all the way, and walked forward in the hole where he couldn't see his fingers, and the jewels echoed each other, but he could no longer make waves in his heart.

"Ordinary people will die if they don't eat for seven days, and cultivators will die if they don't eat for 100 days, I have had an epiphany of the Holy Dao, but it can last for hundreds of years, the years are long, it seems that I should do something!"

The scene of his father's death came to mind, and the mottled wounds on his body were still vivid.

"I don't know what that maid Zhucui is like now?"

The girl who read the interesting story of the sycamore jumped into her mind, and the pretty gentleness was active in her heart again.

"When I pay attention to you, you come alive......"

Less young language.

"The death of my father is the meaning of hatred, and the bamboo is delicate and delicate, which is the meaning of affection, and these two are also vain in my heart, if I don't get rid of them, I will not be able to completely sanctify them......"

The boy muttered to himself.

"But under the sea of stars and moons, only forward and not retreating, I am afraid it will be difficult to see the light of day again......"

In the stone cave under the sea of stars and moons, it is cold and quiet.

The young man unbuttoned his shirt, looked at the white turtle pattern on his chest, and suddenly there seemed to be an old man whispering to himself in his mind, "Cover the six paths of this life, like a dream, born and die, cycle of ten thousand calamities, fall into the body, stop the sea of souls, leave the form and go to wisdom, all treasures are forgotten, it is said to sit and forget." ”

"Forget oneself, dethrone wisdom, degenerate one's body, abandon the Dharma, and become one with heaven and earth, so as to reach the realm of sanctification by sitting and forgetting the Tao?" the young man bowed his head and whispered, as if he had regret in his heart, but he did not hesitate too much, but sat down cross-legged with a firm gaze.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, and the young man has been sitting motionless for fifty years......

Confucianism has developed so far, there have indeed been many famous figures, it is said that Zhang Baigui in the Zhenwu period, he once rode Xuanwu to ascend with this holy time, but in the middle of the accident, like the ordinary people in the world, rapid aging, died on the way to soar, it is really surprising.

And the Tianjizi who cultivated the Heavenly Machine Technique easily completed the ascension.

The great Confucians in the world seem to attach great importance to Bai Gui's quick old man, but after several investigations, they have not been able to reach a unified opinion.

The world only knows that after the death of this Zhang Baigui, the first teacher of the Bell and Drum Tower was not served by Yang Jiuyuan, a highly respected secondary teacher within the Bell and Drum Superintendent, nor did he let Dong Yanwu, who was a member of the Hongru generation, take over. has been succeeded by a little-known little man Wang Wanming.

And who is this Wang Wanming?

Even the princes and magnates who liked vassal elegance at that time were unknown.

After making some painstaking inquiries, he learned that this Wang Wanming was just a horse-feeding boy in the Bell and Drum School Superintendent's Imperial Horse Prison.

For a while, there was a surge of clouds in all directions, and there were constant discussions.

It is rumored that this young man only likes to feed horses, tease crickets, or go to the nearby green bamboo forest to catch mountain turtles and sell them for money.

There is a stone wall on the Bell and Drum Tower, the tallest building in the Bell and Drum School, on which there are carved beams and paintings, and a statue of a man is elegant and dusty. The splendid robe hangs down slightly, the figure is not tall, the eyes are bright, and the temperament is elegant.

The only strange thing was that under the jade belt around his waist was a huge wine jug that was very different from his figure. dm

On the left side of the man's statue, there is a high-hanging sword, which is the Confucianism and Taoism of the Holy Liu Qi with the rules of heaven and earth Confucianism into the heaven and earth avenue, the artistic conception is far-reaching, but in the bell and drum superintendent, this thing means to cut off the past, and only then can you enter the realm of Confucianism.

The disciples wondered why this powerful Confucian rule should be engraved with the great man in front of him, and it seemed to be slashing at the man, Zhang Baigui always shook his head with a wry smile, there seemed to be regret in his eyes, and he couldn't say why.

Zhang Baigui, who has been a scholar all over the world, actually has a problem that he doesn't understand, which has become the most interesting topic in the academy and has been sung to future generations for a long time.

The young man named Wang Wanming walked slowly to the statue, gently stroked the placket of the man in the statue, looked at the sharp swords around each other a little blankly, and muttered stupidly:

"Colliers?"

He felt the monstrous hatred from the sword, and a burly young man appeared in his mind, limping behind the girl, drizzling in the distance, and he unsurprisingly held an oil-paper umbrella and greeted the girl with a smile.

He vaguely remembered that misty night, a stupid big man pickled a jar of spicy cabbage in the cold, which had a unique taste and was extremely crispy.

And the things that happened later seemed to be a little inconsequential compared to this spicy cabbage, it was nothing more than the girl being pressed by the stone tablet, and the big man couldn't stand the rules and precepts of the Buddhist sect, so he sneaked out and pickled the spicy cabbage under the happy Tiandang Mountain.

In the year of Wujiazi, the big man encountered the most important thing.

Spicy cabbage was stolen and eaten.

It was eaten by a white turtle all the time.

He was hungry, and in order to divert his attention, he repeatedly read the Buddhist scriptures left by the girl every day, and muttered to himself: "The spicy cabbage can be canned in two months, and when the time comes, it tastes very good with that plum wine." ”

"Plum ...... Wine?"

The young man carefully stroked the statue wine jug, with a bitter face, and said to himself in confusion: "Take refuge in Confucianism, take refuge in Taoism, take refuge in Sangha, take refuge in ...... Convert...... Tsurumeko ......"

"Haha, stinky boy, why are you still here, everyone is here, the succession ceremony is about to begin!" Yang Jiuyuan's hearty laughter came.

Let this kid be the first teacher, yes, really good.

In terms of talent and learning, he is not the opponent of Dong Yanwu, the Confucian of Nahong; in terms of talent, he is two streets behind Wu Daozi on the Hanging Mountain; and in terms of cultivation, he is not the opponent of the strange old man sweeping the floor on the bell and drum tower.

Instead of embarrassing the Bell and Drum Superintendent like this, it is better to let this stinky boy try, and there is no shame in losing, winning shows that the master has a good eye.

Not far away, the young man wiped his eyelashes suspiciously, and it turned out to be tears.

"Bachelor's ...... I...... I can't be the first to teach!" said the young man innocently.

"Why?" Yang Jiuyuan looked at the little ghost in front of him in surprise, and said: "Didn't you say it earlier, you should be the first teacher, and we will all be the foil, where you can't, you can order the generals on the spot, and we will give you advice." ”

"As the saying goes, you won't order anywhere, why do you promise first and then be cowardly?"

"I have to go find Tsurubai, I lost her!" said the young man, still innocently.

"Hebai?" Yang Jiuyuan searched quickly in his memory, and it seemed that he had never heard of such a person.

"Well, Tsurubai, Tsurubai of the Nine-Finch Terrace!" the young man said as he suddenly raised his voice a lot.

"Isn't that ...... ...... Ninefold Bird Terrace?" Yang Jiuyuan looked at the young man dumbfounded, and said tremblingly:

"The purgatory of the legendary Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism is imprisoned in the purgatory of the three realms, and there are people whose sins are unforgivable......"

"Yes, Nine-fold Sparrow, Tsurubai!" the young man's voice was a little higher.

"Oh Ancestor, although our bell and drum superintendent is not as good as the large school palace in the imperial city, but he can mix food and educate people on weekdays, and listen to the wind at night on this bell and drum tower in his spare time, and he also ends up chic and wanton, you must not go against the grain and ruin the livelihood of hundreds of people in this thousand-year-old school superintendent...... Yang Jiuyuan said fearfully.

"No! I'm going to the Nine Bird Terrace and see Hebai~!" This time, the young man turned around, looked into the distance, and the sound was like a bell, and went straight to the nine skies!

After a long time, a blue and white interactive sword light descended from the nine heavens, like a frightening dragon, suddenly to the east, suddenly to the west, and finally, like mercury pouring, pervasive, in an instant, from the young man's seven orifices into it.

In the sky, the sound of anger came and went.

"The monks and nuns have committed adultery and adultery, and they will be in the flails for 80,000 years, and the sun will be full of heads~!"

"I want to see Hebai~!Her plum wine is the best, and it is a perfect match with my spicy cabbage~!" Wang Wanming exclaimed excitedly.

25,000 years ago, the Lexing monk Gao Lishi had an affair with the nun of the Qiuyue Nunnery, and there were poems:

"The bird stays in the tree by the pool, the monk knocks on the door under the moon, and now he goes with Shilang, and he is ashamed to taste it. ”

Fifteen thousand years ago, the King of the Stables and Lang Bent Ming Bell and Drum Tower, the nine thousand miles of green bamboo disappeared with the wind.

Teenager is dead!

It is said that the boy did only two things in his life, pickling spicy cabbage and drinking plum wine.

It is said that before he died, he said, "Plum wine, delicious!"

Five thousand years ago, Li Yannian studied the art of the piano in the mountains and rivers, and a little Taoist priest riding a bull passed by, which surprised him, because this was his magic piano fantasy...... Not really exists.

Xiaodao's face was full of childishness, he looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old, and he sang a song in his mouth: "I just climbed a few mountains, and I have eaten spicy cabbage, all evil God, why haven't you chopped me to death...... I also ...... old Gaolai."

Li Yannian looked at the person in horror and murmured tremblingly, "This person ......... You're about to complete the three realms of this world?"

"Eh?~!" Xiaodao looked at the sky in surprise, and then drove the calf away, lying on the ground with a peaceful face.

Bang~!

Death to the trail!