Oops, one didn't pay attention to being eaten by you, Shi Sheng smiled and said: "Daozang can be so respected by you, invincible in the same realm, how many years have I not had it, but I heard that the immortal from Lizhou has accepted a baby apprentice, it is very powerful, and there is no defeat in the same realm." ”

Zhang Xianjun straightened his sleeve robe a little, and then dropped a son, "I heard, the person's name is Jiang Shan, a native of Baolai Street, Chang'an, you must know his father." ”

Shi Sheng smiled: "The Jiang family on Baolai Street?" Zhang Xianjun nodded, Shi Sheng thought about it, and asked if it was Jiang Xiwen of the Jiang family?

Zhang Xianjun smiled and bowed, "Your memory is still so good." ”

A series of goings, Shi Sheng said with a smile: "You said that I knew about the Jiang family on Baolai Street, his father Jiang Xiwen was a fierce man, a martial artist and ten realms of cultivation, a spear pressed the early generation of Chang'an, and his youngest king with a different surname was still written by me in the history books, how could I not remember, you are still shivering here." After the old man finished speaking, it seemed to be revenge, and his subordinates showed no mercy, and then they even ate vegetarian clothes and scholars Baizi, changing the conservative situation and killing tigers and tigers.

This little old man, why is he still in a hurry?

After that, as expected, Zhang Xianjun still lost to the old man, who smiled from ear to ear, and the old man shouted at him to review it, Zhang Xianjun shook his head and said that he was not in the mood. The old man also knew that he had no intention of forcing it, and then began to set up a chess game himself.

The old man set up a chess game on the opposite side, Zhang Xianjun sat in place and looked like he was not walking, nor was he staying, people wanted to go, but Grandpa Shi Sheng didn't speak, and it was not easy for him to go, so he was not in a hurry, Pang Beidou's bastard would be estimated to be nothing to do for a while, so let's hang it first.

Here, Shi Sheng's old man Heizi and Baizi reviewed the game one after another, and kept playing chess in his hands, and took the time to ask, "How is Daozang doing?"

Zhang Xianjun said with a smile: "It's very good, now that I am the lord of a mountain, it can be regarded as infinite scenery and pride." ”

If you want to say that you are proud, Dogen definitely doesn't, and he himself still thinks that sitting on the mountain master will delay him to do what he promised the teacher in the future.

Shi Sheng asked tentatively: "Sanqing Mountain?" After all, this kid can sit on the mountain master so easily, there is a radish and a pit at the head of Jiuzhou Mountain, and there is an empty one in Xuancang's hand, he can't sit on it, who will sit.

Shi Sheng smiled: "Oh, these Sanqing Mountains are not still Taoist things, Xuancang left this hand behind, let Daozang be the master of Taoist Xianshan, it can be regarded as Daozang, give an explanation to the Taoist side, I said how Daozang walked into the world, the three worlds did not move, it turned out to be blocked out of this hand, I have to say, Xuancang's step is very wonderful." ”

Shi Sheng did not shy away from it, and said this in front of this former Xuancang disciple, but he was not afraid.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the hand that Xuan Cang left to future generations is indeed wonderful, and the most terrifying thing is that it is very likely that as early as hundreds of years ago, when Dao Yuan had not yet appeared, he made a bet with that Taoist immortal to win Sanqing Mountain, and he may have thought of it today, for fear that Dao Zang would be robbed by the three worlds when he entered the world.

Although Xuancang won from the hands of the Taoists, and also used great magic to lift the mountain and migrate to the territory of Qingzhou, which is thousands of miles away, the name of Sanqingshan has always remained in the Taoist immortal mountain book and has never been crossed out, which is also acquiesced by Xuancang. Now that Daozang is sitting on the master of Sanqing Mountain, that is, he has given the Taoist an explanation, saying that although he is my apprentice, although he has your Taoist taboo Daozang, but he is now the master of Sanqing Mountain, so those bull noses of your Taoist family still don't understand the original meaning?

How can there be a reason for one's own family to beat one's own family.

From ancient times to the present, but no.

Taoism naturally understands the intention, my own people, that Daozang is still my Taoist, you Confucianism, Buddhism two worlds that dare to stretch out one of the paws, see if my set of Tai Chi can not lift your two world storms.

As the saying goes, there are clouds, the dead and the poor, and the immortal Taoist friends, this is a joke said by Taoist idlers, and the ancient silent Buddhists did not respond.

Xiucai met Bing, and he couldn't explain it clearly.

Zhang Xianjun said: "The reason is this reason, at least this step is very stable, and that kid will not get too much trouble from the three worlds when he walks in the world in the future." ”

When the other party mentioned Xuancang, Zhang Xianjun didn't care about it, just said it, one person does things and one person is responsible, and he is above board.

Once you are clear, why do you need others to comment.

Shi Sheng set up a chess game to review, and then dropped the last shot, and asked, "Xuancang, how long do you plan to lock it up?" Obviously, this old man Shi Sheng, who stayed at home, couldn't say that he knew everything about what Zhang Xianjun did in the world, but Zhang Xianjun still knew about the matter of Zhang Xianjun's private detention of Xuancang Dazun of Immortal Mountain.

Zhang Xianjun did not speak.

The old man continued: " Find a time to put it, it's almost okay, when you left the Immortal Mountain to take away half of the luck, people didn't say anything, and then you returned to the Immortal Mountain directly caused the Immortal Mountain to disappear in the north, and the people Xuancang did not mention your name to the Temple of Literature, but there are already people in the world who are dissatisfied with you, you are among the saints in the Confucian world, naturally know the truth of Confucianism, some people who don't know what the inside situation is, in their eyes, your human saint is to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, so, find a time to go there and release the person, and also forget this master-apprentice fate, in the eyes of outsiders, there is a good explanation, so as not to make trouble in the end, make each of them embarrassedFrom the very beginning, you and his Tao are very different, and the Tao is not the same. ”

After the old man said this, he didn't speak anymore, as if it meant that that's all I said, what you Zhang Xianjun want to do, naturally I can't control you, but as a person and doing things, you still have to be worthy of heaven and earth, and even more worthy of your own heart.

Everything is free between heaven and earth, and Taoism does this very well, everything is to go with the flow, and it is also the nature of Taoism.

Zhang Xianjun pondered for a long time, the macro world, the whole small courtyard, the breeze, very quiet, only the sound of the old man reviewing the fall, crisp into the ear, snapping......

In the early years of the courtyard, the old man asked for a sapling from the Yasheng old man also grew into a towering tree, providing shade for the small courtyard to escape the heat, but in winter, as soon as the cold wind blows, there are falling colorful down, some fast and some slow, falling non-stop.

The old man no longer spoke, just lowered his head and fiddled with the chess game, and under the review, fiddling with the chess pieces, he should be thinking about how to quickly get him out of the game next time he played chess, or eat a few more white seeds from him, which is also good, saving him so many words to chill himself.

There were leaves falling slowly on the trees, and the stone table was in the shade of the trees, and the leaves fell in the air, and they were caught by the plain-clothed scholar who stood up with two fingers.

The plain-clothed scholar stared at the fallen leaves in his hand for a long time, and finally let go of his hand, let it fall, and then saluted Shi Sheng, turned around and was about to leave.

The old man didn't raise his head, and said, "The matter of Beidou, the Temple of Literature is free, if you see it, let him come back quickly, the other people in the Temple of Literature are already a little displeased." ”

The plain-clothed scholar paused slightly, and did not speak, did this old man really think that he deliberately let Pang Beidou go this time? Then the corner of his mouth smiled, and then the figure disappeared with the breeze in the courtyard.

The saint resists the wind and measures the heavens and the earth.

He listened to half of Shi Sheng's words, and half of them didn't listen, Xuan Cang can be released, but it is definitely not now.

In the flower garden next to Baiyu Square, the old man Yasheng in white stood outside the garden with a ring ruler in his hand, just my young Yuanyi, holding scissors in his hand, bending down to trim the weeds in the flower garden.

The young man was angry in his heart, the Temple of Literature was a place of sages, the quality of the land was excellent, and this flower garden was also planted by a saint, where did the weeds dare to grow here, and let me bend down to find them one by one, isn't this a heart to train my waist strength.

Yasheng held the ring ruler in his hand, looking at the student in front of him who was looking for a weed to grind and chirp like this, it was really a little disturbing, this time he and Yuanyi were transformed into a casual cultivator to watch, and they also saw two acquaintances, but they could hide their breath and didn't find it.

As for the discussion on the top of the mountain, he also watched it, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, but he didn't expect that Xuancang's closed disciple was not only a monk, but also a martial artist, and his physique was simply terrifying, and even the well-informed great sage also felt quite sighed.

Yasheng retracted his gaze, on the contrary, he looked at his own stupid apprentice, who usually did not practice diligently, relying on listening to some saints in the Temple of Literature to open the altar and preach, bathing in the holy light, cultivating to slowly rise up, and becoming a grandmaster, but the actual combat experience was too little, if he went down the mountain and met a monk in the same realm, he would be slapped in the afternoon, he would probably cry for a long time.

No, as soon as he came back, he began to condition him, first to remove weeds, and then to copy books in the bamboo forest, and the day's schedule was clear.

Yuanyi himself is also secretly complaining, that the master of Yuanshan is indeed famous as it is better to meet, not to mention cultivation, just looking at the appearance is very handsome, but I don't know what the eyes look like, but you are good-looking, as for being so chic in a fight, he also made three moves, he guessed that if it wasn't for the three moves, the Yasheng master would not see how he was unpleasant when he came back.

Yuanyi lowered his head and rummaged carefully, pretending to be, but he couldn't find a single weed, knowing that it was difficult, and he couldn't say it clearly, and he was suffering to death.

Yasheng held the ring ruler behind him, turned his body slightly, and glanced at the void of the sky, and a grand light was fleeting.

Yasheng thought about it, didn't have to guess to know who it was, and then took the ring ruler and hit the board on Yuanyi's pouting buttocks, and scolded with a smile: "Go to the bamboo forest to copy the book." ”

Yuanyi just wanted to refute, he wanted to say that if Tao was idle in the back mountain, there would be no need for me to go, Yasheng, who was dressed in white, glared at him, and the young man swallowed his words in his stomach, and then walked out of the flower garden, carefully put down the hoe, bowed and saluted, and ran to the Houshan bamboo forest with a smoke.

Looking at the figure of the young man who seemed to be fleeing, Yasheng shook his head helplessly, smiled, and handed the ring ruler in his hand to the back mangosteen forest, and the ring ruler went away against the wind, and finally submerged into the sky above the back mangosteen forest, hanging high in the air, in order to show warning.

Yasheng himself is in a leisurely shape, like a smoke dissipating.