In the end, a few great cultivators can work together to defeat the master.

In fact, no one really thinks about this question, after all, no one knows the master's cultivation level.

If Wang Chongyang, who had already traveled to the Northwest Frontier, was here, he would probably be very interested in this kind of question. As for the other senior brothers, there is a lack of interest.

However, the third senior brother Tortoise Meng, who loves to compose poetry, thought seriously for a long time, and said to Qingfeng: "Strictly speaking, I have never fought with my master, but I estimate that if there are still people in this world who our senior brothers can't fight together, although this possibility is very small, it does not mean that it is absolutely impossible. I don't know if I can beat the master, but I have calculated, and I can probably get a tie with the Heavenly Master's Mansion. ”

Qingfeng said curiously: "Can the six of us beat them twelve?"

Tortoise Meng nodded: "Almost." ”

Qingfeng grinned, then looked up at the disappeared big gourd and the beautiful white jade belt, and suddenly felt better.

Then Qingfeng walked to a large stone next to him, which Wang Chongyang often lay on when he was on the mountain. Qingfeng learned from his uncle and lay down and stopped talking.

The senior brothers looked stunned when they saw Qingfeng, and knew that he was missing his uncle Wang Chongyang.

At that moment, everyone didn't care about him, and they talked to themselves.

Senior Brother said: "Over the years, our Wudang has received a lot of favors from Qingtian Pavilion, although it is a family, but we can't always let us take all the benefits, let's send the pill once a year in the future, third junior brother, you have worked hard." ”

Tortoise Meng nodded solemnly: "What Senior Brother Zhang said is that you really can't always take advantage. Saying that, Tortoise Meng thought of Chen Letian and said: "This time, we have made a lot of money, but we don't know when we will see it back." ”

Brother Zhang, I have already seen my head, Qingtian Pavilion will not bear such a big favor from us in vain, it is estimated that the master is already asking the great masters to find a way to pay it back.

All the great people laughed. Everyone has a lot of gratitude and confidence in their hearts. It's like a family with Qingtian Pavilion. Wudang is more than Caolu, there are fewer believers, and the power is even more incomparable, but although Wudang has often felt crumbling for thousands of years, it has not been destroyed and sunk, but has become stronger and stronger in the wind and rain. This is inseparable from the friendship with Qingtian Pavilion and the nourishment of the powerful Great Song Dynasty.

The ancestor once said that it is here that our Wudang can continue to last, and no place in the Liang State and Wei State can do such a transcendent world, if it is like this, it will be gone a long time ago.

After the last wisp of the big white gourd cloud in the direction of Qingtian Pavilion drifted away, the senior brother in charge said to the juniors and disciples around him: "Work harder, since ancient times, only the strong and the strong can be stronger, and the strong and weak will only drag down the strong side." ”

At this moment, all the great real brothers and disciples stood solemnly, clasped their hands together, and walked to the senior brothers with Taoist salutes. Each of them was agitated in his chest, but it was not a sudden feeling that the burden on his shoulders was heavy, but a light sense of responsibility. In fact, each of them has a strong sense of responsibility, including lying on a large rock at the moment and seemingly sleeping

Feel the breeze that is actually meditating. At this moment, seeing the master's unfathomable cultivation, their sense of responsibility became stronger and stronger. At the same time, it is a sense of responsibility in peace. My responsibility comes from the uncertainty of the future, from the early perception of the crisis that is not yet to come.

The danger was not yet coming, but I continued to strengthen and thicken the walls, and I was sure of it.

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And at this time, the direction of Shaolin Temple.

Master Zhitong and Ling Yun, the second disciple of Master Zhizi, were on a high ground in Shaomu Mountain at this time, and they also looked in the direction of Qingtian Pavilion.

Watch that big gourd slowly disappear. Zhitong laughed: "Lingyun, my family is in Qingtian Pavilion, but I have taken a lot of advantage, hahahaha." Smiled and turned his head to look at Ling Yun, this kid was still in that posture, and he had maintained it for more than an hour. From the beginning of the clouds in the sky to gather into a big gourd, Ling Yun bowed his head slightly, looking at the clouds over there reverently. It was as if the Master was right in front of him. At this time, the clouds completely retreated, and Ling Yun was still in this position.

Master Zhitong said: "It's over, you take a break, I'm tired from looking at it." Sooner or later, you're going to have to die of exhaustion. ”

After a while, Ling Yun watched as the wisp of clouds that ordinary people could never see dissipated before he straightened his waist and returned to his waist, which had always been straight in the past.

Zhidao: "In the end, it is still the master who is the first in the world, and he ranks the list of rivers and lakes every year, and the master is not there every year, so the list is useless." ”

Ling Yun said: "Below the master, it's just ranked." ”

Zhidao: "When will you be on the list? Oh no, I should ask when you will be on the main list from the sub-list?"

Ling Yun really thought about it before saying, "I don't know." If you don't do it for ten years, you may have no hope for life. ”

Zhitong burst into laughter again. He liked Ling Yun to talk like this. Talking about things that nine out of ten people can't do, and he still looks at it, and it makes people not feel like he's bragging at all. I guess I'll be number one in the world in ten years, well, thirteen years at most. Well, if you can't do it in fifteen years, you won't have a chance in your life.

It's as simple as that. When a person talks about these things, it's as simple as saying that I'm going to a restaurant tomorrow to order something to eat.

But it just makes people sound and doesn't feel abrupt.

Zhitong laughed with tears in his eyes, stroked his chest and said: "You kid really dare to say it, but I like your serious look at the world!." ”

Ling Yun didn't answer, and after a while, Zhitong looked in the direction of Qingtian Pavilion and sighed with a rare faint sigh: "I don't know if our Great Song Dynasty is prosperous this time, can it be ten thousand years?"

"No, you can't. "Ling Yun is really telling the truth.

Zhitong didn't fight back against Lingyun even more rarely, but nodded and said, "Yes, you can't." Then he was silent for a long time and said, "But let's work harder, so that the day of decline will come later, and then later." ”

Ling Yun nodded even rarely, watch

Consent.

At this moment, this pair of temporary masters and apprentices who are teachers for one day and fathers for life actually have the same thoughts in their hearts.

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As for the Confucian Temple next to Qingtian Pavilion, it has always been full of incense. The students who came to worship today saw the wonders in the sky at this time, and continued what they did a few hours ago, bowing and bowing.

In everyone's heart, there is more respect for the saints.

The efforts of countless saints can create today's Wenzheng Wuying of the Great Song Dynasty.

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As for those students in the Guozi Prison, after seeing the master's supernatural powers, they didn't worship much except for saying, 'The master is still the master, and he is the grandfather of other cultivators'. Of course, what they learn is the study of saints, and it is the cultivation of Qi and the peace, and the matter of cultivation, whether it is strong or weak, that's it. It's just the icing on the cake.

However, after all, the master is the dean of the academy that has walked out of countless civil ministers and military generals, and what the students of Guozijian admire the most is that the master can continue the glory of Qingtian Pavilion and continue to produce talents, not the master's cultivation.

At this time, Lord Han Yuhan, the priest of the country, was originally busy with the documents in his hand. After seeing the wonders of the sky, he said to the proud protégé beside him: "This annual spectacle is a common sight for us. ”

"Teacher, the master has worked tirelessly, let's play the saint, and then give the master some title. A student said. But as soon as the words fell, another student said: "The master doesn't accept it, and the prince is useless." Which one was done. ”

Han Saijiu said with a smile: "The title will be exempted, as the master said, it is better to give some silver, build a bigger house for the students of Qingtian Pavilion, add a few more books to the collection, and have more meat for each meal in the canteen." Why don't I write a note and ask the saint to allocate a few thousand taels of silver?"

The student who proposed the title immediately shook his head and said, "Don't be kidding, my lord. Your proposal, the Holy Lord is not even, and you are asked to allocate a few thousand taels with it, how can our Guozijian have spare money recently. ”

"Then let's stop, let's stop. Han Saijiu stroked his beard and laughed. The year before last, the Lord of the Wine Sacrifice didn't know if it was a whim or something, so he wrote to the saint and allocated funds to Qingtian Pavilion. Oh yes, it was Han Sacrifice Wine and Grandmaster An Da who drank together, Grandmaster An Da complained that Qingtian Pavilion didn't have enough money, and at that time, Han Sacrifice Wine drank too much, so he patted his chest and packed the ticket, and went to the saint to ask for some silver.

As a result, the saint promised to give 3,000 taels, but at the same time, he also asked the Guozijian to take out 3,000 taels from the treasury. Han Festival wine is regretted. But the matter has come to this point, and I can only admit it.

That's why there are cases where students immediately oppose the dispensation as soon as they hear the recital.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh when they thought about it.

Lord Saijiu suddenly said solemnly: "We also have to work harder, our Guozijian has a big exam next month, I hope you can all be serious, and I can also make up for the apologies for the Qingtian Pavilion to give up the allocation." ”