I have long heard that the ancestor of Confucianism, Meng Zhiqiu, has been sleeping for the longest time, and it is rare to see it today.

It looks good, but it lacks the smell of Confucianism. There is the temperament of the four sages of the rivers and lakes, to put it more simply, well, it won't be a liar, right?

The room is extremely simple, and the most is the pile of bamboo slips piled in the corner, which must be read from time to time. It looks like each volume was touched not so long ago.

Meng Zhiqiu lowered his head and wrote, ignoring the person in front of him at all, after all, it was not him who was really looking for.

After a while, he raised his head and said, "Ling Lang has a master?"

Ding Yuan said: "Not yet, I was about to worship under the gate of the White Deer Cave."

Meng Zhiqiu said: "That's just right, it's not interesting to dance with knives and guns, it's good to read more", and said in a low voice: "It's been a hundred years since I was old, and a few days ago I dreamed that a large pen flew into the capital, and I thought it was Ling Lang, who was going to visit, but when I learned that the main envoy was going to leave today, I sent a disciple to invite him, wanting to open another one for the world, and teach him some different principles from the Confucian canon, I don't know what the main envoy wants?"

"Different from the Confucian canon?", Ding Yuan frowned slightly, he took his son to Luodu, in order to let him learn the Confucian canon, for the people of the world to make a life, if you don't learn the Confucian canon, why take him down the mountain.

Meng Zhiqiu said: "The truth is in the book, but what is said in the book is not necessarily true, there are many corrupt Confucian students in the world like mud and sand, there is not much more than him, and there is no less than him."

Ding Yuan pondered for a moment and said: "The seniors are the most holy masters, and the juniors dare not say much."

Meng Zhiqiu said: "You are more auspicious this time, Ling Lang will not show up in the world in the future, in case of death, go to the rivers and lakes for thousands of miles, take care of yourself."

Ding Yuan said in a deep voice: "Got it."

Turning around to leave, he said for a moment: "Ding Yuan's birthday is August 23."

Walking straight out of the small courtyard, I took a few more looks when I passed by the stone carved with the first peak in the world.

The snow in Luodu is meager and dull, and it is slightly dim.

Qin Tu is well-informed, and there is no one more than Qianji Pavilion.

In the pavilion hanging upside down in mid-air, countless harrier eagles flew around, the delicate mechanisms were in order, through the small wooden box, one by one to Du Baixuan's hands, the seemingly weak body, lazily lying on the big chair, took out a small note from the wooden box, twisted it for a long time, like a charm.

"It's rare that the Mysterious Sect Master will make an adult come to my place and not sit down?"

Ding Yuan said in a deep voice: "I have something to ask for here, whether the pavilion master says it or not, there is no need to say more off-topic."

Du Baixuan's eyebrows raised slightly, both curious and a little scared about the man in front of him.

A faint white mist floated out of the incense burners on both sides, and a large amount of hot gas poured out from the surrounding doors and windows, enveloping the pavilion in mid-air and making it invisible.

Dressed like this, it was as if he was stripped naked in front of him, every inch of skin was under his eyes, and there was not even a trace of secret, even if it was so springy, but this man was not interested at all.

That's where the fear comes from.

The information of Qianji Pavilion was never given to others in vain, and for a while, he didn't even know what to ask this man to order.

After a while, he said coldly: "Okay", stretched out his hand and threw out a note: "Get out after reading."

Ding Yuan caught the small note like a hidden weapon in mid-air, with only three words on it, Jedi Fortress.

What is the place of Jedi Fortress, known as the first fort in Qinzhou, the owner of the castle is a Ji man, Ji people have always been careful in doing things, even mosquitoes can't fly out, naturally they can't fly in, if they fly in and out, it's not called Jedi Fort, it's just called Cave Fort.

Turning and walking, he didn't even step out of the door.

There was a phrase behind him: "Slow down".

Du Baixuan walked step by step from behind, clinging to Ding Yuan's body, she was unwilling, countless men were fantasizing about their bodies, why could he be so calm?

Ding Yuan suddenly said, "Do you know why most female Taoist cultivators are reluctant to find a partner?"

Du Baixuan was stunned: "Why?"

"Women feel that they will suffer if they marry anyone, and men will not be clean when they see anyone."

turned around and walked out of the door, leaving Du Baixuan gritting his teeth in place.

After a while, he hated and said: "The old lady doesn't know how many times cleaner than those bewitching sluts."

Suddenly, a smile flashed between his eyebrows, and he leaned over to pick up the note on the ground.

"Jedi Fortress". Gently spit out those three words, jumped down the pavilion, and followed Ding Yuan.

He could find the news from the Thousand Machines Pavilion, and the rest of the people would naturally be able to do it too.

The Jedi Fortress is close to the Jiangnan area, not out of the Northland, and not into the Jiangnan.

There are inexplicably many passers-by in the town, coming and going from the south to the north, the number of people is not large, and it is very promising.

The full moon, dense fog, desolate and hazy, and the cold winter wax moon, accompanied by the snow between the red walls and tiles on the branches and treetops, it was a lot colder.

There should have been no one.

Jianghu people never pay attention to it, the world is big, and they settle down everywhere, and this broken temple is the same.

A lot of people get together to roast the fire, maybe no one knows anyone, but as long as they are all under this roof, they are brothers.

Ding Yuan sat cross-legged not far away, and the bonfire burning in the temple shone on his face from time to time.

Du Baixuan looked for him for a few days, and finally blocked him in this ruined temple.

If the master of the Thousand Machines Pavilion does not mean to show people, no one will know him.

At this moment, no one knows Du Baixuan, and Ding Yuan can't recognize it.

There was a flower tied on the top of his head, and the rest was draped behind his head, wearing a heavy snow coat, and he came in quietly and squatted near Ding Yuan.

There was an eerie but seemingly warm voice in the night sky.

"Dumplings, eat dumplings ......".

"Dumplings, eat dumplings......"

“......”

shouted several times in a row, and finally stopped at the gate of the broken temple.

"Dumplings, do you eat dumplings?"

The old woman shouted into the ruined temple, and immediately someone said, "More money for a bowl?"

"Three pennies, three pennies a bowl".

"Have a bowl".

"Three bowls"

The old woman smiled and applauded, took two benches from the cart, placed them on either side of the cart, pulled the mechanism, and laid the side rails of the cart flat on both sides of the cart, like two tables.

The fire behind the rear of the car was almost extinguished, and he took a pot, dug out a whole pot from the snow on the ground, and took out a few pieces of charcoal from the front, threw them into the fire, and put the large cauldron filled with snow on the stove, and twitched the bellows connected together, and was so tired that he was panting.

There was a big man who couldn't stand it anymore and said, "I'll help you pull."

He took the handle of the bellows and pulled the bellows to whirl.

The monks who had stopped watching the old woman's craftsmanship immediately began to whisper about the strange things in the world again.

The strangest thing is that the relics of the mysterious sect are sitting on the position of the sect master. After all, it is the first sect in the world, just like the emperor sitting on the dragon chair, the emperor sitting on the dragon chair has no effect on them, but Fang Zhizhi is the sect master of the mysterious sect, and the impact is no less than that of his father and mother giving birth to him.

The sound of the pot of water came out, and on the extremely cold night, a large cloud of white gas could not be dispersed.

The old woman took out the frozen dumplings from the cloth bag in front of the cart and got them all in.

It didn't take long for the aroma to arrive.

Many people are hungry for worms.

The people who asked for dumplings before sat on both sides of the cart, sucking and eating, and the people who didn't want it were itching in their hearts. More people gathered around.

In a short time, the old woman's bag of frozen dumplings was eaten.

The big man who pulled the bellows before said: "You can keep this car, I'll give you two taels of silver, you are old like this, you can't push this car back and forth."

Two taels of silver were enough to buy two identical cars, and the old woman thanked her repeatedly, put away the money and slowly left the broken temple.

The fire on the trolley was still boiling the rice in the pot.

A few people scooped up the water and drank it to warm up.

After a while, they all fell asleep one by one.

It stands to reason that the monks who walk the rivers and lakes are not afraid of poison, and they don't even have any intention of being poisoned, even if they are poisoned, they are alone, and there is nothing they can give to the murderer.

But there are such people who are not born to take property.

Just to kill.

Ding Yuan's brows furrowed slightly, and his mind was groggy.

What is poisonous is not dumplings, it is smoke.

He was going to kill everyone here, whether others ate her dumplings or not, as long as he could be told to pull the bellows, the people here would be dead.

There was a fresh fragrance in the mouth and nose.

Ding Yuan saw a vague shadow fall beside him.

Lost consciousness for a moment.

It wasn't the old woman who killed the killer, but the big man who pulled the bellows.

The old woman only gave him this opportunity, and it was the same when he threw himself into the bonfire of the ruined temple, but the more bizarre and bizarre the means, the more bizarre and bizarre, was the result he wanted.

Let those righteous people who come and go, or the brain-catchers here, can't think of themselves.

In order to make it more realistic, he didn't take the antidote himself, but waited for the people in the Jedi to find these corpses, and then brought them into the Jedi Fortress together, and when he found that one of the corpses was missing, he had already mixed in with the Jedi.

Sure enough, the Jedi Fortress people came.

The corpse in one place is near the Jedi Fortress, and killing people like this is a war letter to the Jedi.

A group of Jedi Fortress disciples put the corpses here on the carriage pulled by them, and thus entered the Jedi Fortress, which is known as airtight.

Also mixed into the Jedi Fortress are Ding Yuan and Du Baixuan.

There was not one, but three fewer corpses.

Zhao Chengren, the owner of the castle, laughed: "Damn, I've seen the hell."

He said loudly: "It's okay, it's not a robbery, those who can come in are powerful people, don't look for it, hold a banquet today, and entertain the three heroes who came."

The Jedi Fortress deacon soon found two of the bodies that had disappeared here, Bai Xuan and Ding Yuan.

These two people were too easy to recognize, and they didn't have the scheming of the third person, so they were soon invited to the table.

This is Zhao Chengren's means, the thoughtful Second Fort Lord and the Third Fort Lord have died outside, everyone thinks that Zhao Chengren is a fool, with him in charge of the Jedi Fortress, the Jedi Fort can only be the last one forever.

Therefore, everyone thinks that Zhao Chengren is a wronged leader, no one is more beneficial to himself than him in charge of the Jedi, and no one is even willing to kill him, but has a trace of pity for him, such a big Jedi, being controlled by such a fool, what is better than this kind of thing?

Therefore, Jedi Fortress has many disciples, and of course, with a deacon like Zhao Ruo, there is naturally no major problem.

Every guest was recorded, so Ding Yuan and Du Baixuan were easily found.

"Those who can easily enter my Jedi Fortress are the most powerful heroes in the world, today I am fortunate to get to know the Mysterious Sect Master and the Thousand Machines Pavilion Master, it is really Zhao's honor, everyone raise a glass to them!"

After staggering, some people can't sleep well, and a glass of wine goes down, and there is no taste.

There are two people alive who want to kill, which is undoubtedly the greatest shame for a killer who is good at killing.

The glass of wine seemed to be mocking him.