In comparison, Du Fanglin is actually in a very calm mood. From the time he almost received Wen Xizai when he accepted his apprentice - he failed to pass the assessment because of his poor martial arts qualifications, and it seems logical to meet other plot characters.

One more Siya Miscellaneous Shilang will teach, this is still the last art investment teacher, and he learned the way of Confucianism "wind and rain". Even today's Siya Zashiro is definitely stronger than the original play, at least from the appearance of the hair and beard, he is a young man.

The biggest difference between a cultivator and a martial artist is that as his cultivation increases, he can gradually be reborn, and finally rejuvenate, which cannot be estimated from his appearance.

The best example is Jin Ziling, the former sword forger, who seems to be a few points older than Du Fanglin.

"Master." Si Yaza Shirou is a little weak-hearted. The problems left by the game rivers and lakes before going to Fuyan Mountain have not changed much after the official apprenticeship, and he is the oldest among the ten senior brothers, but he is the latest to get started. At present, the hands and face are cleaned, but the clothes have not yet had time to be changed. Although the old beggar knew that his master was actually very tolerant and rarely looked at his appearance, he was still a little uncomfortable in his heart, and some were embarrassed to claim that he was a Confucian person: "Is there something wrong with Fuyan Mountain?" Is the little sister okay? ”

The little junior sister refers to Du Fanglin's righteous daughter Yue Lingxi, who is now serving as a deacon in Xuehai Wuya.

The Moon Spirit Rhino is not ranked among the ten disciples of Fuyan Mountain, and the title is all based on self-consciousness. She is also smart from Xiaoice Xue and does not compete with others, except for the youngest ones, most of the other disciples still call junior sister. Du Fanglin's ability to choose a residence is good, but his luck in accepting apprentices is not good. There are only four of his ten apprentices left, and they are so disheartened that they are all about to become famous in Confucianism.

"You have to be safe." Du Fanglin said.

Si Yaza Shilang Nono said "yes", and he also knew his teacher's knot in this regard for apprentices.

"If you meet a suitable disciple outside, you will take someone back to the mountain." Du Fanglin said again. The difference is for the evil awakener, it is to dig a pit for the other party to jump with a wide opening and closing. He hesitated slightly, and he was not sure if Shimasa Shiro had already met the legendary white-haired little monkey, let alone whether the child named Yuan'er would interrupt his chance if he took refuge by his side.

That's a little bit like that.

Si Ya Za Shilang heard the sound and knew the meaning of elegance, it is best to let his own teacher let go of the conditions for accepting apprentices and get out of the shadows of the past, Fuyan Mountain has been quietly closed for so many years, and it is time to be lively. Thinking of this, the old beggar immediately straightened his shoulders: "Master Mingjian, I don't just ignore people after teaching like Senior Brother Fu, if there is really a suitable person, it is natural to give the master to the mountain gate." ”

"Hmm." Du Fanglin responded. Is there or isn't?

The old beggar glanced at Du Fanglin's seemingly indistinguishable face, and swallowed the content of the little white-haired monkey in his throat: "Ha...... Of course, accepting disciples also has to pay attention to fate...... No hurry, no hurry. "There is another mystery in the little monkey's body, maybe there is a chance that it can be reborn. But at this time, the child's face was still furry, and when he brought it back to the mountain gate, it didn't look like a disciple but a pet. Wait, it's very inappropriate at this time......

"Hmm." Du Fanglin said slowly, thinking: It's not good to gossip too much with the apprentice, and I'll wait for the evil spirit brother to come back later.

"The Xenomorph Demon Realm is in a difficult situation, although it was expected that the scope would be limited to the Northland, but after all, there are still some casualties." Si Yaza Shirou sighed: "The natural disaster warning things that Fu Yan Mountain sent to various places before have played a role. However, the fire is raging, and many people drag their families into the mountains and forests, still lacking food and clothing, and it is difficult to return home. ”

If you are poor, you will be good alone, and if you are good, you will help the world!

This is how the friendship between Fu Yanshan and Xuehai Boundless Imperial Department Commander came about. A set of early warning plans that rely on monitoring the abnormal flow of spiritual power between heaven and earth are distributed to folk villages through bookstores in various places, but what they do is to buy time for human lives before natural disasters strike. But even so, in the face of man-made disasters, it is still too late. And the people are for martial arts, which is no different from fish and meat for swords. In addition to its own strength, it is difficult to rely on external forces alone to truly quell the disasters in various places.

What a practitioner does is nothing more than to cut off the calamity from the source as soon as possible. For some, if they can try to put the fight in the wilderness, or if they don't let the disaster affect ordinary people too much, they have exhausted all means.

The same is true of Du Fanglin.

Sometimes he even has the heart to engage in the set of "stopping martial arts in the world...... Of course, this won't work.

"The matter of the Dao realm is not over." Du Fanglin said: "The demon fire has its own Xuanzong to deal with. ”

"I guess so." The old beggar agreed, and couldn't help touching his waist, only to remember that the begging stick had been thrown away: "cough ......" Shizun's eyes were slightly terrifying.

"Traveling can know the world, and eating hundreds of meals is just to sharpen the mind and body." I couldn't help but defend myself.

Du Fanglin's gaze slowly moved to his face.

The old beggar stepped back: "Master...... Anything else? ”

Du Fanglin was ruthless and clueless: "None." ”

Old beggar: "That disciple quit?" "Calling someone over just to remind them of their safety?

Let's go!

If he doesn't leave, he wants to take this apprentice to talk about the five virtues of a gentleman, and then put a little bit of personal goods about physiology and hygiene courses, as well as the disadvantages of eating leftovers on human body functions, or how many procedures have been gone through to popularize the next bowl of rice from one person's mouth to another......

"Go." Du Fanglin's tone was calm, holding back the desire to lecture in his heart. He pinched the folding fan tightly, and always felt that if he continued to look at it, he would endure himself as a Virgo. Although in this world, probably no one knows what "Virgo" means.

Sou.

Shimasasa Shiro escaped from Furamatsu Hill at great speed.

Probably a little faster than the Awakener.

Du Fanglin returned to the wooden house and stood in front of the wooden house with obvious emotions, and heard the familiar sound of poetry from outside the sky:

"Demigods, half-saints and half-immortals, all Confucianism and all Taoism are all sages, there are thousands of real books in the brain, and half the sky is mastered!"

The key figure in the martial arts, the fragrant white lotus with many reputations and many connections with the three religions, has finally arrived!

The chess game that Du Fanglin left for Qin Fake Immortal to take away was not so much a game of black and white, but an interpretation of the martial arts situation after the Xenodemon Realm entered the world. The sunspot is the devil, the white son is positive, from the faint entanglement of the star-dot dark road, to the change of the black spot in the north, and the white son Xuanzong is hidden, but the hinterland of the Central Plains is left blank and unknown, and only one sunspot is lonely, like the poor demon who has just been thrown away by Shulou Longsu to the glazed fairyland.

For the Central Plains Zhengdao, who has never participated in the battle of the Dao Realm, the sudden rise of the Xenomorphic Demon Realm should be very unfamiliar, and in order to know each other's reality and reality, they should also come over to find someone other than Xuanzong.

If Su can really read and understand, he should come to Honka Hill and his party.

How can the vaguely omnipotent and all-encompassing essence really not understand the true meaning of the strings! Confucianism has been studied for thousands of years, Du Fanglin has cultivated himself into a belly full of poetry and books, and he also wants to try whether there are really people in this world who can stand side by side with him. He has really read the script, and no matter how modest he is, it is not like words.

"April in the world, Fang Fei crosses the world!"

As soon as the folding fan was raised, it sprinkled a little peach blossom on the mountain road that Su Huanzhen passed, and when the two sides faced each other, the surrounding environment had transformed into the appearance of the peach blossom forest in Fuyan Mountain. Below the crimson sky, there is a carpeted open space, on which are placed two white jade tables, each with a pot of water, a stack of fresh fruits, and curling green smoke to bring the fragrance of flowers.

The hospitality is very thoughtful, representing the owner's inner prudence.

Su really did not hesitate, and naturally stepped into the peach blossom forest.

"You may be seated."

At the same time, on the hill of Honkatsu, it was so calm as if nothing had happened! Next to the wooden house, a strange aura slowly rose, and the dark stake of the Demon Eye clan used by the Xenomorph Demon Realm to probe was quietly poking out a head.

Only the bright moon can be seen climbing up the sky.

As soon as he entered the hill, Su Zhen, who immediately fell into the formation, disappeared, and did not let the magic eye notice it, as if he had suddenly turned back time, and the poem had never come.