When Du Fanglin left the Blood Dragon Lake, Shulou Longsu was staring at each other with the Sword Immortal Trace. After the previous pointing, it is not difficult to understand two truths with the understanding of the sword. The first thing is that Shulou Longsu is indeed a pit and laughs at Hongchen. The second thing is that the Confucian Dragon Leader is planning to go to the pit Simon, the leader of the Bloodthirsty Clan. After all, to kill Simon, you have to kill Bingjue first, and this matter was mentioned by Jianzi Immortal and Shulou Longsu first. As for why Shulou Longsu plans to go to Pit Bingjue, what does it matter. Anyway, the Confucian Dragon Leader is using the matter of Aoxiao Hongchen to win the trust of the bloodthirsty clan, and it is practical to use this reason to fish out the Ice Jue like a fish and then destroy it.

Although Shulou Longsu did have murderous intentions against the eye-catching arrogant Hongchen, first of all, the person concerned was not dead, and secondly, it was enough for him to get out of the hardship. And the clever sword immortal will inevitably not ask any further. After all, these two people are inseparable friends.

"Sword." This is probably a rare time in Shulou Longsu's life when he was extremely embarrassed. So it wasn't until Du Fanglin shook his hand and walked out of the distance that he heard the slow voice of his own dragon head behind him.

"Hmm." Then there was Jianzi Immortal's very calm response: "Longsu." ”

Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism are tied to the three religions, and there is no fourth religion that can stand side by side with it. This is not to say that only the three religions in the world have the most advanced cultivation methods, but that the teachings of the three religions are comparable and can be interconnected, and there is no west wind overpowering the east wind, and we can also make progress together. Therefore, Confucian disciples will inevitably make a few Buddhist disciples who can talk about it, such as the peak of the three religions, which has become a benchmark at the top of the three religions, and Du Fanglin's own two Buddhist friends. He felt that as soon as he received the letter, he did not hesitate to arrive on time at the sword immortal trace, and then he felt that no matter how unsightly the back was, he still couldn't help but leave Shulou Longsu without brushing his sleeves. The Spring and Autumn inkstone lord misses his two friends in the dead house a little.

The moonlight is still bright.

As the ink fracture fan slowly spread out, the invisible formation shrouded the footsteps under the moonlight, and the brilliance like flowing water flowed down from the sky, no matter how wide the eyes of the bloodthirsty people who monitored the Blood Dragon Lake, they could not see the vision in the Blood Dragon Lake, let alone the figure that left halfway. Introduce three lights, Zhen Huanyu, and the fog to cover the true face. However, after completely leaving the Blood Dragon Lake, avoiding the eyes and ears of the bloodthirsty clan, the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord will no longer hide his body.

Du Fanglin's footsteps stopped under a peach blossom forest about ten miles away from the Blood Dragon Lake, looked up at the fragrance under the moon, and then folded the fan and fell on the surface, transforming into a soft white velvet blanket. Most of the things that are conjured up are just deceptive to people's five senses, but the formation can indeed isolate the dust and debris on the ground. Therefore, the Spring and Autumn inkstone is dressed properly, and then sits down with his sleeves brushed. The fan he carried with him was the late stage of the almighty, and each fan bone was inscribed with a practical formation, a total of fourteen kinds.

At the same time as the person sat down, the sound of Suo Suo came from the peach blossom forest. Shulou Longsu had already prepared, probably expecting that Du Fanglin would be interested in taking a look at the peach blossoms in the wild. First, a Confucian in a green coat and a green hat quietly held the case. Then the black-haired Confucian in an ochre shirt lit incense under the tree. Then the Confucian scholar with the blue shirt and gold crown respectfully presented the fruit plate. In the end, Mu Xianfeng, a delicate girl in a golden crown and red clothes, took the hot tea brewed by herself. Tea incense, furnace incense, peach blossom incense. Du Fanglin raised his hand to take tea. Mu Xianfeng stood aside. The three Confucian scholars who have sent the items are the three supervisors of the Confucian world today, and the fish swims in the water, the flowers accompany the moon, and the geese pierce the clouds stand quietly on the other side, and the atmosphere does not dare to come out. Under the moonlight, it was quiet enough to hear the sound of peach blossoms falling from the branches.

Du Fanglin had enough cultivation to finish a cup of tea slowly, and he didn't make a sound. Then he said: "From now on, for twenty days, the Confucian world will not receive any visitors. ”

"Yes." Mu Xianfeng responded.

Du Fanglin said: "Flowers accompany the moon, fish swim in the water, and think about it behind closed doors for more than half a year. He didn't remember who of the three Confucianists in the world would die in the martial arts, so he directly punished the three of them side by side, "Yan Chuanyun returned to Longmen Road, and if there is no dragon head imperial order, he will not be allowed to enter the martial arts again." "Only the goose that is responsible for burning incense wears the clouds and behaves most naturally, so it is slightly preferential. For a while, the atmosphere in the peach blossom forest was more solemn. The three of them said "yes", and no one dared to make too much noise, and the two of them looked depressed, thinking that they must have done something wrong. The geese pierced through the clouds and acted cautiously, standing cautiously under the peach blossom branches.

It's quite boring to enjoy this flower.

Now even Mu Xianfeng didn't dare to look up at him. Du Fanglin's voice became more and more elegant: "Wait and go." ”

The three eunuchs of the Confucian sect bowed deeply and left quietly. Mu Xianfeng poured another cup of tea lightly, saluted with his sleeves, and retreated to leave. Du Fanglin lowered his head and stared at the hot tea in the cup, and he was not interested for a while. That's why he lives in Fuyan Mountain all the year round, and he doesn't want to live in the Confucian world at all.

Flicking his sleeves together, the folding fan melted out again and fell into the palm of his hand. However, the spotless white velvet carpet under the tree did not disappear until dawn with the table, fruit plate, teapot, etc., leaving only a furnace of cold incense under the tree, exuding a cold breath like ice, like a night dream.

And Du Fanglin completely abandoned the sparse building Longsu and set foot on Baiyun Mountain at the moment when the sky was about to dawn. Baiyun Ping Mountain does not meet, and the world and heaven are scarce. The tide of the Black River seals Mingyue, and there is no return if you don't see Emei! On Baiyun Mountain, there are two sentences engraved on the door post of the Taoist temple, the door is closed, and I don't know the years. Until the Confucian scholar in white clothes and black shirts came with a folding fan in his hand and took advantage of the morning mist, it seemed to wake Baiyun Mountain from the morning light in an instant.

Although the door did not move, the wind moved.

The wind contains sword intent, which is the tribute of a long-lost person to his friend. Friends of other people's families, taking Shulou Longsu as an example, are always silent and two people set up the stage. Replaced by Du Fanglin here, the Buddha is also silent and silent, and he alone said enough words for three people. Now each has a high position, the Buddha is also a house, and the Tao is also a house. This Tao is still a dead house that refuses to turn back!

Therefore, on Baiyun Mountain, seeing the two doors of Haoranju quietly closed, Du Fanglin slowly closed the fan: "I recently studied ancient books, and there are several ways to write Emei's calligraphy, do you want me to teach you." "He doesn't need to speak in a Confucian voice, and he is gentle and clear. But what he said was a little unpleasant, "After learning, it is enough for you to write a letter in ten days and study with the one on Pingshan for ten years, how about it?" "Come out and talk for a while, stay at home for so long, pick mushrooms.

The owner of Baiyun Mountain's Haoran Residence, Yun Miao Lin Wushuang, is an innate figure in the Dao Sect of the Bitter Realm who has long been ranked among the scattered cultivators, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't choose to close his door because he admired the lord of Pingshan Lian Emei, his reputation would not be lower than his two Confucian and Buddhist friends.

Du Fanglin had long known that Lin Wushuang would like to practice Emei. But he didn't know he would make such a friend. If he had known...... It doesn't seem to be a problem. You can't beat, you can't scold or rob, and the cultivator's emotion is called a tribulation, which is not trivial, and those who violate the precepts in Buddhism are sentenced to death in Taoism. However, Confucianism does not have this statement, and there are more biological children. However, the owner of the Spring and Autumn inkstone is too lazy to be tempted at present, and it is too annoying to teach children, so it is enough to raise fish.

Haoran Curie seems to be moving a little.

Du Fanglin made persistent efforts and continued to be unhurried: "The sword in the black river is rusty. ”

"Did you see the last time I sent someone to Haoranju to help you weed?"

"Yue Lingxi has written to tell me that there are several female students in the Xuehai Boundless Club who are very outstanding recently."

"I heard that there is a strange grass on Pingshan Mountain, my friend, I don't look bad at Baiyun Mountain, I have seen several rare mushrooms along the way, and it can be used to make a good soup."

"I'm sorry. Gentleman is far away from cooking, it seems that as a friend, I should think of recruiting a cook for you first. Well, I still have the wrong name of the grass, so what could it be, it's better to go to Pingshan today to see the Yunren, it's been a long time. ”

Du Fanglin said: "If you don't answer, you have no objection." In this way, when the soup is ready, I will also send a cup to invite the cloud people to ...... "taste." The last two words were forced back into his throat by the sword wind, and a white hair fell slowly. Then the door of Haoranju opened and closed for a moment, and someone threw out a pot of tea with a heavy hand.

Tea is good tea.

Du Fanglin folded the fan and took the tea can in his hand, and his face immediately changed: "Lin Wushuang!" ”

Bang. A coffee table was thrown out again.

Then came the iron furnace that fell to the ground.

Then there is the teapot, charcoal, fan. Du Fanglin couldn't stay any longer, others were serving tea to send guests, and his friend was making tea to send guests, or letting the guests make their own tea.

"Okay, well, you have no dust in front of you, and I'll see how you beg me in the future." The folding fan opened, his back was turned behind him, and he raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips: "There is a change in the northern region, and the different degrees will come out." Don't forget that I once told you that the high monk Jiufeng Lotus laid down the chess pieces. If you still can't be moved by that, I'll do-"

It doesn't seem to be able to do anything to people.

Someone in Haoran Curie sighed lightly.

Du Fanglin closed the folding fan and exhaled slowly: "Before you leave the customs, I will help you take care of Lian Emei." ”

Didn't save this man.

He also wants a good friend who is as transparent and righteous as Jian Zi Xianji. But why is it that the temperament is compatible with the goods in front of you? There are changes in the Northern Regions, and the destiny is coming, Du Fanglin plans to go over and take a look first.

After all, it was a famous event. Although, he didn't want to interfere at all.