Seeing him agree, the prince's blindfolded eyes lit up, and he looked at He Jiaoyu, and the corners of both of them showed smug smiles on their mouths.

"Hahaha, so daring, but actually compared to me, so what if you lose?"

Bu Ru's eyes stared at him deadly, and said; "What do you want me to do?"

The prince closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then opened his eyes, flicked his sleeves, and said with a smile; "It doesn't matter, I just want you to quit your show......"

Bu Ru trembled all over, trembling and said sharply; "Impossible!"

"What? Are you afraid of losing? Wang Zimeng scoffed.

"If you lose, you worship me as a teacher, but if I lose, I want to push off my fame, this ......" This talent and fame are what he worked hard to get day and night, if it is so easy to bet, he really doesn't dare to fight.

Prince Mengdao; "You don't understand this, in your heart, fame is more important. And in the heart of my prince, dignity is more important. ”

This sentence is what he really thinks in his heart. In his heart, as a scholarly family and a high-ranking lord of poetry and books, if he worships a guy who has studied in the countryside for two years as a teacher, his face will really be lost.

Soon he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, he was woken up by the powder, went to wash up sleepily, boiled a few potatoes and corn in plain water, and brought them to the scripture study, while watching the morning sun rise slowly in the distant woods, while eating breakfast comfortably.

The golden-red sunlight seems to coat the heavens and the earth with a touch of stunning color, bright but not dazzling. It looks like a three-dimensional painting in front of me, and it is breathtakingly beautiful.

After breakfast, he had to go to the door to fight a set of punches as usual, which was requested by the old man since he was a child, and then developed a habit, and the cold and heat remained unchanged.

On the stone slab, a long shirt dances, sometimes quiet like a virgin, sometimes moving like a rabbit. The cool breeze of the summer morning blows the branches of the trees, the leaves occasionally fall, and the back is full of ancient eight-step view, facing the peaks of the flying clouds, which is quite a bit dusty.

"Good!" After a set of actions was completed, a cheer suddenly came from the side.

I saw a young woman standing on the stone steps in front of the mountain gate, this woman was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slender body, a very beautiful face, a black and bright hair tied up at random at the back of the head, looking very neat and spirited, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, quite a bit heroic look, carrying a black backpack, wearing a white T-shirt, white casual pants, a pair of sneakers, the whole person looks very clean and sassy.

"You are?" Li Yifeng walked to the gate of the courtyard.

The woman in the white shirt and white pants smiled slightly, her whole face suddenly shone brightly, the sun was incomparably bright, and she stretched out a hand very elegantly; "Hello, my name is Bai Zhanmei."

"Oh, hello." Li Yifeng stretched out his hand and shook her with some embarrassment, only to feel that this hand was as warm as jade, and it was extremely comfortable to hold in his hand.

Although he knew that this was a very common etiquette when watching TV, he had never shaken hands with others, let alone such a beautiful girl.

Bai Zhan Mei said; "I'm a travel friend, I like to walk around and see, covet the beautiful scenery, and strayed into this Taoist temple, which is very suitable for watching the sunrise, so I came up early in the morning."

After speaking, he looked at the east with a smile and said; "Looks like I'm late."

Li Yifeng said; "Oh, that's right, but it's okay, the sun will rise tomorrow."

Bai Zhan frowned and smiled; "I feel the same way, ah, can I come in and have a look?"

Li Yifeng smiled and nodded,

"Now the whole country is engaged in tourism everywhere, and all the poor and remote areas have been made into a miasma, and I can't imagine that there is such a fairyland-like existence around this big city, which is really surprising."

As she spoke, the girl looked up at the plaque of the 'Eight Steps', her face quite emotional.

Li Yifeng stood behind and said; "If you like, you can visit it yourself."

Bai Zhanmei nodded, raised his feet and walked through the courtyard towards the Sanqing Palace.

This hall is called the Sanqing Palace, the main hall is high to worship the Sanqing Patriarch, below the Sanqing Patriarch, is the portrait of the eight-step view of the mountain patriarch 'Eight Steps True People'.

The two walls are the portraits of the past dynasties, six people on the left and right, the sixth portrait on the right is the latest, and the characters are also the most real, it is the portrait of the old man who Li Yifeng hung up not long ago, 'Shaode Guanzhu'

Bai Zhanmei was extremely devout to the founding patriarch and the masters of the past dynasties, but stopped when he reached the sixth picture on the right.

Li Yifeng thought that she might have accidentally leaked it, and he was embarrassed to remind him, so he silently lit three pillars of incense for the old man.

Retreating to the door, he saw a box with sesame oil money written on it, Bai Zhanmei took out a wad of unopened money from behind his back and threw it directly.

Seeing such a bold pilgrim, Li Yifeng was happy in his heart, there has been no pilgrim believer here for a long, long time to burn incense, and there are fewer people who pray for Jiao, he never paid attention to the old man's money in the past, but after the old man left, a lot of money was used for funerals and seven seven-day sacrifices. Seeing that the money in his hand was constantly decreasing but there was no income at all, he was very anxious, after all, even if he lived here, incense paper and candles, lamp oil had to be bought, salt and oil had to be bought, rice and flour were essential, and money still had to be used.

And last night I was thinking about borrowing money to refund the tuition.

Bai Zhanmei snorted lightly and walked out of the door.

Stepping out of the Sanqing Palace, Li Yifeng led her to the meeting room on the right.

The living room is between the Sanqing Hall and the scripture study, facing several wooden hibiscus, and the side of the wooden hibiscus is the stone step road that winds down.

In autumn, the autumn mood on the mountain is strong, and the trees will be full of flowers, and the flowers will be splendid, which is exceptionally beautiful.

On the other side, you can see the inner courtyard, with a pond rockery and a few bushes of camellias. The early morning sun shines obliquely into the courtyard, bright and clear, and the fine dust under the beam flies softly, and the light and dust are the same, quiet and full of mystery.

Bai Zhanmei seemed to be immersed in this, and his body and mind seemed to have a wonderful feeling; "Master said that practicing in the blessed land of the cave, whether it is cultivating the mind, cultivating the spirit or cultivating the spirit, you can get twice the result with half the effort, and from the moment you step into the mountain gate, the aura will suddenly become much richer. If you live here for a long time, your cultivation will definitely progress faster. ”

"This believer, please have tea."

Bai Zhanmei turned around and smiled, and said; "Thank you." Drink the tea without any inhibitions.

Put down the teacup, Bai raised his eyebrows; "The environment in this view is very good, and it is very quiet, and it must be a master who can live here permanently, why don't you see your master and brother?"

"When my master was just gone, he only had one disciple of me, so now I live alone in this temple."

"I see."

Li Yifeng Road; "You called me a fellow Daoist just now, could it be that I am a fellow Daoist?"

Bai Zhan frowned and said; "Yes, I have been in the Dao since I was a child."

Li Yifeng asked happily; "I don't know if Tomo is Shoichi or Jeonzhen?"

"Neither is it, my sect is in its own right."