"Hehe......"

At this time, the old Taoist priest became more and more calm, and his smile was cute: "Fellow Daoist, you really love to joke." If the thing that I depend on is not a banyan tree, what can it be? ”

“…… The banyan tree is the banyan tree. ”

Qi Xiang shrugged his shoulders, knowing that some things were best to be done until now, and it was better not to say it.

The old Taoist priest smiled happily: "It must be a banyan tree, a person of my age, can I still lie?" ”

"Age and being able to lie have nothing to do with it."

Qi Xiang muttered in his heart, and simply changed the topic: "Senior, I called you out just to say hello to you, thank you for your protection these days." Now that I'm healed, it's time to go. ”

"Let's go?" The old Taoist priest was stunned: "Where are you going?" ”

Qi Xiang smiled: "Naturally, I want to go where I should go." ”

"You just said that you are a casual cultivator, so why don't you just stay and live and work here in peace and contentment?" The old Taoist priest said sincerely: "We have a good relationship with each other. ”

"No......" Qi Xiang refused: "I myself also have a place to practice, so I won't bother you too much." ”

The old Taoist priest frowned, and seemed to be a little anxious: "Fellow Daoist, you don't think about it anymore?" The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and there is no red dust to disturb, and the practice here will be able to improve day by day. ”

Qi Xiang smiled and said nothing, but his expression was firm, obviously he had made up his mind, and he would not change his mind easily.

"Hey......"

The old Taoist priest couldn't help but sigh: "Fellow Daoist, can't the simple hearts of the people here keep you?" ”

“…… I'm a selfish person. ”

Qi Xiang's euphemistic words have already indicated his attitude.

It's too late for him to ask for his own detachment, how can he bother to pay attention to others.

The old Taoist priest was speechless for a moment, if you want to say selfishness, who can not be selfish? He is no exception, and he will never be able to be selfless. Otherwise, why keep keeping Qi Xiang?

Thinking of this, the old Taoist priest smiled helplessly. Then he seemed to have figured out something, his expression became very serious, and he said solemnly: "Fellow Daoist, you and I don't have to test anymore. Why don't you be honest with each other? ”

"Okay."

Qi Xiang had a little smile in his eyes: "I want to be open and honest, but my predecessors have been hiding it." ”

"Could it be that Daoyou is really honest and has no reservations?"

The old Taoist priest asked rhetorically. But Qi Xiang couldn't argue.

"Hey, hey."

"Haha!"

The two laughed again, there was no way, for people like them, how could they believe in each other unreservedly and tell their secrets.

After laughing, the old Taoist priest's expression was closed, and his tone was a little mysterious: "Fellow Daoist, how about I give you a chance?" ”

"Huh?"

Qi Xiang blinked, and several thoughts flashed through his heart. But I couldn't help but ask, "What chance?" ”

"Great chance."

The old Taoist priest was very serious: "I can have today because of that opportunity." ”

"Tsk?"

Qi Xiang was speechless, his expression was subtle, as if he was surprised and suspicious.

"Fellow Daoist, you don't have to doubt it."

The old Taoist priest said in a deep voice: "I remember that more than a hundred years ago, the situation was turbulent. Although I am a small Taoist priest in the deep mountains, I am inevitably affected. ”

"The Taoist incense withered, and the young and strong people in the village were all pulled out. There was no one to cultivate, and the land was deserted. ”

The old Taoist priest smiled bitterly: "I was only eleven or twelve years old at the time. I couldn't pick up my shoulders or my hands, so I had to leave the mountains with the old and decrepit master. Go to the middle school of the city to become a monk. ”

"It's said that it's a fate, but it's actually no different from begging."

The old Taoist priest sighed, recalling the bitter past, his beard was flying, and his condensed spirit was also a little swaying. This shows that he is in a good mood. It's hard to restrain yourself.

Qi Xiang listened quietly and had enough patience to let the old Taoist priest remember the past.

"The city back then was also very chaotic."

The old Taoist priest was a little sad: "My master at that time didn't survive half a year, and he went silently on a very cold winter night. ”

"I was completely stunned, and I lost my most important loved one overnight, which was the pillar of my survival at that time. Without Master's support, a lonely child may not live long in those troubled times. ”

The old Taoist priest sighed, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "At that time, I really had a sense of sadness that the world was big, but there was no place for me. So I couldn't think about it for a while, so I just hugged my master's corpse and threw myself directly into the lake......"

Qi Xiangshu raised his eyes, extremely focused, and knew the key things, coming.

"I sank into the lake, but I didn't die."

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly: "Moreover, I also got a chance to let me survive in the world until today." ”

The one who hates selling off at the critical moment the most......

Qi Xiang slandered in his heart, and praised a lot: "This is the luck of the predecessors, and naturally there is such a blessing." ”

"Fortune?"

The old Taoist priest nodded, his face sad and inexplicable: "Maybe." ”

"In short, it was only after I got the opportunity that I realized that the original immortal theory was not an illusory and absurd conjecture. On the contrary, there are times when the fairy road is so close to us that it seems to be within easy reach. ”

The old Taoist priest was very touched: "But more often, the fairy fate that is close at hand is far away in the sky, and it can be seen vaguely, but it can never be touched." ”

"It's a drop, it's a drop." Qi Xiang thought so deeply and was very curious, but he couldn't help it, but he didn't ask what the fairy fate was.

Because he knew that even if he didn't ask, the old Taoist priest would take the initiative to say it.

This is also true.

Suddenly, the old Taoist priest spoke, but brought the topic aside: "Fellow Daoist, do you know, why do I want to build Lu Zu Ci in the Taoist temple and let the people worship day and night?" ”

"Huh?"

Qi Xiang's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of a possibility, and was immediately shocked: "Should it be...... The fate of the predecessors has something to do with Lu Zu, right? ”

The old Taoist priest smiled and admitted directly: "There is indeed some relationship. ”

"Really?"

Qi Xiang was inevitably taken aback, and said to himself: "Could it be that there is really such a person as Lu Dongbin in the world." And you, did you get Lu Dongbin's Taoist inheritance? ”

Regardless of whether Lu Dongbin is an immortal or not, anyway, judging from the legend, he must be a very powerful master. His inheritance, without thinking about it, must be extremely mysterious.

As for why the old Taoist priest got such a powerful inheritance, he fell to such a fate now. The reason for this is nothing more than the passage of time, and now it is different from the past, without that kind of environment, it is difficult to achieve great things just by chance.

Otherwise, it's the old Taoist's own reason.

After all, the same textbook is for those who don't give it to learn. Some people have become top students, and some people are scumbags. Of course, it is the different qualifications of individuals that create different results.

If you can't do it yourself, you can't complain about the textbook.

But soon, Qi Xiang knew that he had misunderstood.

But seeing this, the old Taoist priest shook his head with a wry smile: "I just said that it is related to Lu Zu, I didn't say that the opportunity I encountered was Lu Zu's legacy." ”

Qi Xiang frowned, puzzled: "What do you mean by this?" ”

"This ...... It's a long story. ”

The old Taoist priest was full of emotion, and once again fell into the memory: "At that time, I threw myself into the lake, and soon sank to the bottom of the lake, and my consciousness gradually blurred, and I was about to die......

"At this moment, there was a turning point."

The old Taoist priest sold enough passes, and he didn't reveal the meaning for a long time.

In an instant, Qi Xiang couldn't hold back a little, and couldn't help asking: "What is the turning point?" ”

"Well...... old Taoist priest suddenly laughed, and waved his hand lightly: "There is tea and wine, how can there be no fun." Fellow Daoists, don't you listen to a song and play Hongchen. ”

With a wave of the old Taoist's wide sleeves, a white cloud immediately floated in the sky, which happened to block the bright moonlight. The white clouds were very light and light, like a thin silver veil.

No, to be exact, it's just a layer of cicada-like yarn. Pieces of yarn, layered on top of each other, clustered like wonderful pleated clothes, under the blowing of the night breeze, pieces of yarn suddenly rotated.

Between the spins, the wind and the clouds moved, and between the clouds and veils in the sky, a beautiful girl with white skin and a very graceful figure appeared out of thin air.

The girl is dressed in white, and the yarn is flying, like a beautiful flower blooming, beautiful.

"Pretty ......"

At first glance, Qi Xiang is also a little surprised. And, of course, more importantly, there was a great deal of confusion and a deep sense of anger.

Selling Guanzi was actually sold to him, on purpose? Qi Xiang felt that the old Taoist priest was not only openly molesting him, but also a kind of humiliation.

Under his anger, the beauty in the sky suddenly waved her hand lightly.

In an instant, the white yarn, which was layered on top of each other like ripples of water, turned into a spiral ribbon in the blink of an eye.

The soft ribbon is very slender, as if the lotus root is broken, round and round, connected into a piece.

Qi Xiang glanced slightly, but was stunned. Because he was surprised to find that the girl who rolled the streamer had a sense of déjà vu, as if she had seen it somewhere.

But for a moment, he suddenly forgot about it.

It's like a very familiar person, whose name has come to his lips, but his brain is pumped, and he can't pierce the thin barrier film.

This feeling is very depressing and uncomfortable.

For people with a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, it's equivalent to torture.

Qi Xiang scratched his head, his thoughts slowly flew away, his mind was in a trance, and he was caught off guard by the fact that his eyes flickered, making him suddenly concentrate. But when he looked at it again, the scene in front of him had changed wonderfully.

A woman dressed in a pale white dress sang and danced lightly between an attic.

In addition, next to the beautiful woman in white, there is a middle-aged man with an elegant appearance and a very chic demeanor, like a literati and a scholar, but dressed as a Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was wearing a long robe, with a fluttering green beard, a fairy wind and bones, a little uninhibited, it seemed that with a little bit of alcohol, he did not abide by the rules and precepts of the monks at all, and actually teased the beautiful woman in white with a smile.

Qi Xiang looked at it, and suddenly brightened, and suddenly remembered, thinking of an allusion that many people are familiar with, Lu Dongbin's three plays of white peony...... (To be continued.) )