The more the village elder thought about it on the way back, the more suspicious he became: "Why did I tell an outsider one hundred and fifty?"

Thinking that the appearance of that person was really disgusting, he secretly made a heart: "You and that kid from the Li family have great strength, take a good look at the door of the school tonight, if there is anything, go to Master Wang." ”

The two young men who followed the village elder's buttocks nodded again and again, although the village chief in front of him was not the village chief here, he had a pivotal position. After all, this person is related to the big officials in the county town, and he is a little heavier than the village chief when he talks.

Ding Feng deliberately sold a flaw, otherwise he would need to know the current situation in this place, and it would take some effort to use no mana: "This place respects literature and law, and the Confucian scholars here are not only talking on paper, but also can use Taoism to benefit one party." Unlike my Daomen, it is completely a practice of entering the world. ”

The Taoist gate was born and entered the WTO, with one heart, and Ding Feng paid more attention to a free entry and exit. And Han Lin'er was born with a pure heart and has been born for a long time, and this time she entered the WTO, she had mixed feelings: "Confucianism, softness, Confucianism, and the ruler of the world." Entering the WTO and cultivating oneself, even if the body is unable to do so, it can still call for wind and rain. ”

Confucianism, self-cultivation and the law, this is a realm advocated by Confucius.

In Ding Feng's view, Meng Haoran deserves the name of Confucianism, but others may not, hiding an unknown obscurity in this remote village.

"Although Confucianism and Taoism practice self-cultivation, it is inevitable that the good and the bad are uneven. We'll take a look tomorrow, and there may be some surprises. ”

Han Lin'er heard that Ding Feng's words were quite disdainful, and the lovely house and Wu: "The seven countries are at war, and it is not easy to have such a peaceful peach orchard. In charge, you will be more responsible. ”

After making a charter, they pretended to be in order to trim their bags, and set off to the house in the early morning. Han Lin'er walked in front, and before she got closer, she heard the woman's sob: "Jiang Lang, Jiang Lang." ”

Although the sound was weak, the cultivator's ears and eyes were clear, and Han Lin'er could hear it clearly. She walked into the courtyard and asked softly, "Jiang Yan, are you there?"

After a while, a woman's voice came from inside the door, the voice was weak but particularly strong: "Wait for the hurry and leave, if you force it, otherwise the concubine will only die." ”

Han Lin'er saw that she had misunderstood, so she said loudly: "We are the people of the Xuanmiao Temple of Tianju Mountain, and in order to repay the grace of the night, we have come to treat Jiang Yan. ”

The woman in the house was still a little unconvinced, closed the door, looked out, and saw Han Lin'er's appearance, so she let down her guard. But as soon as she opened the door, she saw Ding Feng again, and her ugly appearance startled her: "This ......"

Seeing her retract back into the door, Han Lin'er hurriedly said, "The family teacher looks strange, but with great mana, he will definitely be able to heal your husband." ”

The woman in the house couldn't make up her mind for a while, it can be seen that Han Lin'er is immortal, and at first glance, she is extraordinary, so she still asked her to open the door: "I have offended a lot, and I hope the Taoist will forgive me." ”

The woman is Jiang Yan's wife, Liu. His appearance is not good, but he is obviously dressed plainly, but he reveals a little extravagance, which is impressive.

Ding Fengyi grinned, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, with an obscene expression, staring directly at the woman, scanning her slender figure back and forth as if no one was around. "Hehe, little lady, don't worry, this is the law of the layman, it's just this price." ”

At this time, the woman felt remorseful, but after thinking that this might be the only chance to cure Jiang Yan, she couldn't help choking up and said: "As long as you can cure the husband......"

Han Lin'er rolled her eyes at Ding Feng, Ding Feng's playfulness was heavier than she thought, and she couldn't bear to see Ding Feng bullying Liu, so she pulled Ding Feng's sleeve: "Okay, master, save people first." ”

Ding Feng swaggered into the house, the house was well organized, and there was a man lying on the bed, this person was naturally Jiang Yan. He was originally a promising Confucian student, but since he fell seriously ill, he was delirious. Often insane, occasionally sober.

Jiang Yan had an illness last night, and just fell asleep in the morning, and Liu worked hard all night, and couldn't help but feel a little bitter: "My husband suffers from hysteria, and I can't sleep every night, so I ask people about colorful pens." ”

Blinking his mung bean-sized eyes, Ding Feng snorted and said arrogantly: "I'm tired of winning Xiaoshuer, why worry about it." Three days later, the monk opened the altar to keep him safe. ”

Han Lin'er also saw that this Nightmare Town's technique was just an outer way, so there was nothing to worry about, and Ding Feng could break it with his hand. But since he said this, he must have considered: "When did he become ill, and where did he go before his illness?"

Liu pressed the prayer in his heart, and thought carefully: "After visiting the teacher in the house, the husband and a few friends went to the temple poetry meeting together. ”

Han Lin'er secretly noted that with her Jindan level mana, it was not enough to run rampant in the Holy Realm, and Ding Feng seemed unwilling to contribute, so she had to put more thought into it: "Don't make a noise about the opening of the altar, otherwise you may suffer a disaster." ”

Liu is also a talented and intelligent person, and he has long suspected that something is wrong, and he knows the stakes: "The concubine must be tight-lipped and dare not disturb the master's practice." ”

After rejecting some of Liu's incense money, the two left, and Han Lin'er couldn't wait to ask: "This method of disgust is just a side door, I don't think there is any secret." ”

Ding Feng bowed his jaw and said: "Your mana is controlled by the Book of the Five Emperors, and you should not see it." This method of disgust is indeed a small technique that does not enter the stream, but the root cause is the magic of Confucianism and Taoism that robs humanity. ”

Of course, Ding Feng didn't say everything. The reason why Han Lin'er couldn't see the hidden spell behind this was that the main reason was that the Dao heart was covered with dust and was robbed. Although the situation improved after entering the Holy Realm, this was ultimately a soup to stop the boiling, and the symptoms were not cured.

"Otherwise, even if we get rid of the method of disgust, Jiang Yan will not be able to cultivate back to a literary style, and he will even die in vain. ”

Han Lin'er was exquisite, and she immediately asked, "Could it be because of that Liu?" After all, she was born with a Dao fetus, and she invisibly noticed that the Liu family was unusual.

Ding Feng knew at a glance, and even he already knew who planted the spell for Jiang Yan: "Yes, the ancestors of the Liu family are either rich or noble, and in her generation, when it coincides with troubled times, they give birth to Fengge, which can help men soar and rise to prominence." And the river flooded, we just observed, if there was no mistake, there was a look of trouble. ”

This kind of coincidence, in this troubled era, the dragon veins are scattered, and it is normal to have one or two latent dragons. However, this is only a façade. The Holy Realm has a great array of eternals, and Ding Feng sees the big because of the small, so he can get a glimpse of the secret of the big array.

"In order to consolidate the unification of the Immortal Emperor, the Great Array still needs to be trickle-down. In troubled times, the dragon veins are scattered, and the hidden dragons are endless. But if my guess is correct, these hidden dragons must have been robbed frequently, and none of them really happened. ”

(End of chapter)