Fang Hong glanced at the table, on which was placed a plate of green vegetables, a bowl of tofu, and a plate of boiled pork, which was miserable and miserable, without a little sauce. There is also a wooden basin next to the www.biquge.info of the pen fun pavilion, which is full of white rice.

The Taiping view belongs to the Qingwei school, and it is more inclined to be a little more positive. Zhengyi is different from Quanzhen Dao, Quanzhen Dao strictly abides by the rules and does not eat meat, but Zhengyi's rules are very loose, and you can't eat meat or get married. All, on the dinner table of Taipingguan, you can still see meat.

It's just that it's better not to have this meat. The pork has no condiments, and it doesn't taste good when stewed directly, where can the children of a big family like Lin Ziyan get used to eating this thing.

But this is what Lin Jingyuan specially arranged, the descendants of the Lin family are too pampered, and they have to endure some hardships to know how to cherish today's life. The old man's good intentions may not be understood until the day they really grow up.

Fang Hong sat down beside Lin Ziyan, Lin Zixiu quickly got up and served him a bowl of rice with a rice bowl. Now he has a deep prestige among the juniors, especially Lin Ziyan and the others, who are even more obedient to him, like three dogs.

"Haha. Fang Hong laughed, took out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the side, picked up a green vegetable, and ate it directly. The taste is very bland, although salt is put in, but it is definitely not much, and it is very astringent in the mouth.

He was also hungry, and after eating a green vegetable, he took a big bite of half a bowl of rice, and ate it with relish. He himself is also practicing martial arts, and he has a lot of food, and after a while, a bowl of rice will bottom out. It's just that the bowl of meat, he didn't move at all, this boiled pork is really unpalatable, unless he is hungry, he will never move a chopstick.

Lin Ziyan and the others saw that Fang Hong ate so deliciously, and they also raised a little appetite, and reluctantly ate half a bowl, which was considered to be a cushion for their stomachs.

"It's too unpalatable, don't call me in this Taoist prayer in the future!" After eating a little bit of rice, Lin Ziyan had a bitter face, the food was clear soup and little water, and it was really fatal to eat it.

And the other two are also listless, when they came in the morning, they were still elated, but now they are suffering, and it is estimated that they will never want to come here again.

After eating, some little Taoist priests put away the dishes and bowls. There are strict rules about the time to eat, and after the hour, there is no food.

"A few of you will be accommodated by the Taoist chief for a while, and you should not make noise at night, and do not run around, so as not to disturb the purity of this place. Lin Jingyuan walked over from the next table, said a few words to a few juniors, and then was supported by Lin Xianyue and went outside.

And Lin Ziyan secretly pursed his mouth, originally they decided to run out to get something to eat, but now the back road was directly blocked by Lin Jingyuan. After all, Lin Jingyuan has lived for so many years, where can they hide it from them with such careful thoughts?

The room was quickly arranged for them, one person per room, the place is not big, after a bed is placed in the house, there is basically no place to stay, the bed is just a simple quilt, the quilt is very thick, otherwise in such a cold day, it is easy to freeze people out of the sick.

Fang Hong didn't pay much attention to all this, and after washing up, he took off his clothes and went to bed. He didn't fall asleep immediately, the books he read in Taiping today still helped him a lot, especially the Taoist Qi Practice, if it is combined with boxing, it should be able to increase energy and strengthen qi and blood.

There is also the "Mixed Yuan Sword Sutra", the flying sword technique recorded in it is magical. However, if you want to practice the art of flying swords, you must have a sword in your hand, and ordinary sword weapons have no effect at all. Fang Hong had heard people tell stories before, and some chivalrous men who walked in the mortal world, flying swords out of the body, and taking people's heads for thousands of miles, were also quite envious. Although after he became a god, he knew that all this was impossible. But after some deduction, if this flying sword technique wants to kill people in a hundred steps, there is no problem.

The flying sword is nourished with qi and interacts with itself, forming a faint connection. Once released, it will be full of sharp edges, and in terms of lethality, it will definitely be more convenient than his supernatural powers.

Moreover, this flying sword does not belong to supernatural powers, it is more inclined to martial arts, and it will not be suppressed by luck, even if it is faced with the emperor of a country, within a hundred steps, he can easily kill it.

"Woo. He was silently calculating the possibility of cultivation in his heart, when suddenly, a wind sounded outside, and immediately after, he saw a faint light flying by, which seemed to be firelight.

Fang Hong gently pushed open the window and looked outside. But it was Qingyuan Daoist who stood not far from his window, only to see Qingyuan casually wave his hand, and a turquoise fireball appeared in front of him, and with another wave of his hand, the fireball turned into sparks and quickly disappeared.

"Uh......" Fang Hong was a little in a daze, it wasn't that he was frightened by this meeting, he just couldn't figure out what Qing Yuan was doing. The fireball just now was clearly stained with some yellowish stuff on a piece of yellow paper, and then rubbed the flames that came out. Although Qing Yuan was secretive, Fang Hong's thoughts could be seen clearly if he poked out a little.

After the fireball disappeared, Qing Yuan suddenly put his hands together into sword fingers, and swung forward, and the long sword behind him suddenly came out of his body and turned into a match, dazzling and dazzling.

"Brush, brush, brush. The long sword flew around Qingyuan's body, like a silver snake. The most bizarre thing is that his hand has never touched the long sword, and he is remotely controlled, just like a legendary immortal.

Fang Hong's face showed a hint of embarrassment, what the hell is this doing? You are pulling a black iron wire in your hand, don't I see it? Looking at Qing Yuan's serious appearance, Fang Hong blushed a little for him.

"Smack. After looking at it for a while, Fang Hong casually closed the window. The set just now, if it is shown to others, maybe it can really be deceived in the past, but he is a god of the eight classics, and this thing is said to be raised by the class with an axe, and everyone is embarrassed to see it.

As soon as the window on Fang Hong's side was closed, the expression on Qing Yuan's face froze, and with a wave of his finger, the long sword fell into his hand. "No, according to his plan, this kid saw that he had revealed such a magical technique, shouldn't he immediately come over and kowtow to the master?"

Qingyuan inquired with Mr. Lin, and Mr. Lin said that his grandson's favorite thing was to read some Taoist knowledge. In that case, why don't you take care of yourself?

Qingyuan couldn't figure it out, but he didn't want to let go of such a good seedling, so he decided to talk to Fang Hong about it in person.