The old man of Tianji stepped out of Chang'an and returned to the Great Wall of the Dragon. The old man who came to the Great Wall was very hidden, but he was not lazy in kicking and beating the only disciple who was not good at learning, let alone avoiding people, in front of many monks and troops on the Great Wall, he took the dust and smoked it indiscriminately, so that this matter was used by Zhang Xianjun as a joke to ridicule Pang Beidou for many years later.

The monks who participated in the war on the Great Wall naturally just watched a joke and laughed, and they didn't dare to comment on anything in person, but they would occasionally think about it and talk about it when they ate and drank in private.

Pang Beidou was not a big man at the time, he was not too old at that time, he was beaten by his own husband, and he couldn't run in pain, so he could only be next to each other, while being beaten, he looked at the guys around him, and called himself brother and brother in person, and the relationship was very good. Especially Zhang Xianjun's kid, he actually mixed in the crowd and teamed up with Li Sheng's kid to laugh at himself.

A group of people on the other side should all turn a blind eye, one of them turned their heads, and if they were bold, they would quietly glance at it a few times, thinking to themselves, who dares to pull this thing, if it is okay to be beaten by others, we can still be a good person to persuade and fight, but you, your own teacher, teach your own disciples, what kind of strength do we follow, isn't it nothing to look for.

Besides, no one usually dares to beat you, this time you should watch a fresh, amused, the Great Wall war is boring, either practice or fight, occasionally see something new, happy everyone.

If you ask those Confucian scholars who are doing scholarship, it is estimated that they will also smile and nod, not exaggerated, but very likely to give a thumbs up and say that this is a great good......

In the eyes of Pang Beidou at that time, it was a group of unreliable things.

After being appeased by his father, the emperor and his mother, Li Sheng returned to the Great Wall with those masters of the Great Interior.

Before leaving, Li Sheng also looked back at the Tang Emperor and Empress who were standing in front of the palace gate and waved goodbye to him, did not forget to wave his hand, and shouted loudly: "Father, I believe you will not lie to me, I will come back soon to succeed to the throne, let you rest early!" After the kid finished speaking, he didn't take a look at the black line on his father's face after listening to the words, and his head was withdrawn into the carriage.

The virtuous queen covered her mouth and smiled, and the Tang Emperor on the side also felt that his face couldn't be hung up, this stupid son, everyone is still around, he doesn't know how to speak etiquette, what have he learned with the master and teacher over the years.

Emperor Tang opened his mouth and said: "Next time I come back, I have to take care of it, all day long, my speech is frizzy, and I don't ...... people's ears."

Empress Xiande stood in place for a while, put down her arm covering her mouth and chuckling, staring at the trace of her son's vanished carriage, her eyes doting and gentle, and secretly thinking in her heart, waiting for her son to return to the three words, repeating for a long time......

Pang Beidou blushed and snorted, unwilling to recall this unpleasant past, so he simply lay down again, crossed Erlang's legs, and pinched out the image of Zhang Xianjun with the cloud in his hand.

Zhang Xianjun lowered his eyes and glanced at it, and said lightly: "Childish ......"

Pang Beidou retorted unsatisfactorily: "Am I called naïve, I am called true temperament! True temperament does not understand, like you with a straight face all day long, I must not suffocate to death." ”

The plain-clothed scholar turned his head, not looking at the annoying lord, and glanced at the clouds and mist under his feet, the mountains and rivers, the endless mountains, all in view, the kid next to him played chess with Shi Sheng for some time, and saw that this was all three poles in the sun.

The clouds and mist under your feet, especially the Sanqing Mountain, are constantly flowing with people, and you can see them all. Exhaled, "It's here, you go down." ”

Pang Beidou stood up and asked, "Aren't you going?"

Zhang Xianjun said: "I still won't go, lest the main lord see me, and this originally happy ceremony is not comfortable, you go, I still have something to do when I go back to the Confucian Temple." ”

Pang Beidou took a step forward, glanced down, and said: "Look at this preparation, it should start soon, how can you not go to the biggest gift, if you don't go, I can't drink well when I go, let's go......" The young man pushed the plain-clothed scholar in front of him, and said Go, go, go, it's all here, no matter how you go down, let's go down and see if it's not.

Zhang Xianjun's expression was flat, and he sighed, and the balance in his heart was also gradually biased.

In the end, someone who was pushing himself behind him said, "Okay, it's not possible to go, but you can't go like this." After saying that, the clouds and smoke around the plain-clothed scholar flowed, and after they dispersed, the plain-clothed scholar turned into a Confucian appearance, but his already good-looking face became a delicate face, holding a folding fan in his hand, and the folding fan opened with a pop, fanning the wind slightly, looking like a merry and talented man.

Pang Beidou looked at the person in front of him, tsk, hey, hey, you have to change your appearance to watch the ceremony, "But your transformation method is good, where did you get this face model, it's quite delicate." ”

Zhang Xianjun replied: "Feel free to pinch the clouds, hurry up, don't miss the hour." The next moment it was already from the clouds above the sky to the foot of Sanqing Mountain, outside the crowd, so as not to appear out of thin air a little abruptly.

Pompei Dou, who pulled the hem of his sleeved robe to cover his face, looked around with a pair of eyes, his body movements were sneaky, and he approached the side of the Qingxiu scholar and asked: "Why don't you go up the mountain directly, come here and wait in line and don't die slowly, besides, there are so many people under this mountain, what if someone recognizes me." ”

Zhang Xianjun, who looks beautiful and looks like a scholar in a green shirt, moves his wrist slightly, fans the folding fan, the breeze around his body is slow, and he blows his sideburns and hair, "It's not good to come to other people's mountains without consent, and if you are in the world, you have to accept some rules in the world." ”

Pang Beidou's mouth covered under his sleeve robe pursed, and he whispered, "You have a lot to do." ”

Zhang Xianjun, who was fanning the wind in his hand, added, "Don't be afraid of others recognizing you, these people who came to watch the ceremony, at a glance, the oldest is only three or four hundred years old, you are a character from a thousand years ago, in their memory, you are only active in historical classics or books, rest assured, now, no one knows you." ”

Pang Beidou rolled his eyes, and angrily threw down the hem of the clothes that covered his face, "Then you are about the same age as me, why did you come here and conjure up a different image, wouldn't it be a big move to take off your pants and fart!"

Zhang Xianjun was not angry, and said lightly: "If you have your own holy statues in temples of all sizes in the world that are worshiped by the world, you can also take off your pants and fart, and do more!"

As soon as he said this, the young man knew that he had inadvertently held the other party, stepped on himself, snorted again, shook the hem of his clothes, and walked towards the mountaineering crowd without bringing his head back.

The beautiful scholar who was shaking the folding fan in his hand shook his head with a smile, raised his steps, and slowly followed.

The two lined up in the crowd, waiting to go up the mountain to watch the ceremony, but the more they lined up, the more they felt that something was wrong.

Soon there were two people in line, and Pang Beidou, who was walking in front, didn't look at the guards, and strode up the meteor, and then naturally he was stopped and asked the guards to pull him back.

The guard is none other than the little flower demon who feels bored on the mountain, and he no longer is busy cleaning Sanqing Mountain every day and asks for a welcome errand from the good-looking mountain owner.

The little flower demon held his little head high, his face flushed, and said: "What are you doing, monks who don't have invitations can't go here, because there is a large flow of people, and monks who want to go up the mountain to worship without invitations have to go to the slightly smaller porter next to them to register." The little girl said and glanced at a small road not far from the mountain gate, and there was a gatehouse next to it.

The two of them looked for prestige, and sure enough, there were people waiting in a long line to go up the mountain.

Pang Beidou looked confused, and glanced back at the beautiful scholar, which seemed to say, "This kid is so popular now?"

Zhang Xianjun, who looked ignorant, smiled bitterly and shook his head, even if it was a response, I don't know.

Pang Beidou squatted down, touched the little flower demon's little head, and said softly: "The uncle next to me and I are friends of your mountain owner, because we are too busy and forgot to bring the invitation, can the little guy be accommodating and let us go up the mountain?"

The little flower demon's face was flushed, and he angrily patted off the other party's hand touching his head, "Don't touch my head, it won't grow tall, it looks like the mountain lord won't have an unruly friend like you, you must want to fish in the muddy water and go up the mountain to watch the ceremony, hum, with my little flower demon here, you don't have any door!"

The little guy said with his hands on his hips, raised his head and chested, and he had only been together for a few days, and his family looked good.

Hey, Pang Beidou is happy when he said this, when will this kid Dowon still have a little fan.

A little helpless for this little guy for a while, Shanshan stood up, glanced at the scholar next to him, and looked at him, "You are coming?"

Qingxiu scholar naturally disdained to put more effort into this aspect, strode forward, condescending, and extraordinary, and asked the little flower demon, "Can you let us go up the mountain?"

The little flower demon's head shook like a rattle, held his chest straight, and said loudly to the handsome-looking scholar in front of him who was holding a folding fan, and said, "No!

Zhang Xianjun sighed, turned around and pulled the young man to leave. Pang Beidou looked confused, that's it, why don't you also theorize and let me see the strength of you scholars who make outsiders talk about it......

Just as the two of them left the group and walked towards the line of idle monks who had no invitations, a voice came from behind them.

"Big ...... Big...... Mr. Big!?"