Chapter Forty-Eight: Yin and Yang, Ming Creation
A few days later, a middle-aged man knocked on the door of Xia Qiu's rental house. He was dressed in a robe with a golden symbol on his chest - Immortal Wind Academy.
Squeak.
Xia Qiu opened the door, and when he saw this middle-aged man, he immediately knew what he meant: "Has the principal of your school arrived?"
The middle-aged man nodded and smiled: "The principal has already arrived in Tianliang City, saying that he wants to meet Master Xia tonight and invite Master Xia to dinner." ”
Xia Qiu said with a smile: "The principal of your school came from afar, and I should do my best as a landlord." ”
Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded slightly, and a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes. I don't like to be in shape, I know the situation and understand the rules, which is rare.
After explaining the time and place with the middle-aged man, Xia Qiu wrote a letter and sent someone to Zhu Guanzhong, the lord of Purple Wind City.
"The bearer of the five cities in Shunan shouldn't be a fool, right?"
Xia Qiu looked at the rising sun, put her hands behind her back, her eyes narrowed slightly, and let the morning light shine on her body.
However, I don't know if it's because the morning sun is not too warm, and after a long time, it still hasn't dispelled the chill in his heart.
There is no love without a reason, and there is no hate without a reason.
After Zhu Guanzhong learned that he was a three-star inscriptionist, he dared to risk offending the inscription division union to kill him, there must be someone behind him, and this person can give Zhu Guanzhong great benefits.
Today, the principal of Xianfeng Academy came in person, and he happened to pull the tiger skin to make a coat, and he knocked on this Zhu Guanzhong.
He doesn't like to be stared at by a poisonous snake, so he must pull out the poisonous snake and chop it with a knife.
......
Night, Qingluan Pavilion.
Han Dong relied on Xia Qiu's words and refused all the guests tonight, so that the huge Qingluan Pavilion was a little deserted.
"Xia Qiu, who is that big man you are talking about?" Han Dong asked curiously.
Xia Qiu smiled and said, "Immortal Wind Academy, principal." ”
Hearing this, Han Dong was stunned.
Although he is only a small citizen of the market, he also knows the status of the Immortal Wind Academy in the entire Qingshu Province and even in the Cangwu Kingdom.
As for the headmaster of the Immortal Wind Academy, he is a figure like a real dragon, wandering in the clouds and not in the mortal world.
But today, this immortal-like figure actually arrived in Tianliang City, in front of him, a little person?
"So...... So...... The dishes I just cooked were all ......."
Han Dong stuttered a little, he had been in the dark streets before, and he had used to cut people, but when he really faced a big man, he still couldn't help but be nervous.
Xia Qiu patted Han Dong on the shoulder, nodded and said, "That's right, Chef Han, you are the one who cooked for the principal of the Xianfeng Academy, and you are a real chef." ”
Han Dong smiled, but there were tears in the corners of his eyes.
At this moment, he was really trembling with excitement.
"Xia Qiu, the principal of the Fairy Wind Academy is here to find you, aren't you nervous at all?"
Han Dong wiped his tears and punched Xia Qiu in the chest.
"It's okay, I don't feel anything. Xia Qiu smiled.
At that moment, at the end of the street where Qingluan Pavilion was located, an old man appeared.
He was about seventy or eighty years old, with a childish face and an amiable appearance. As for the clothes, a Taoist robe can be said to be quite eye-catching, and the dust in the hands is also daunting.
Most of the monks in the world specialize in one weapon and use it as their own way.
But there is a group of people who are not like this, they come from Taoism, wearing gossip yin and yang robes, holding a white dust, walking the world and educating sentient beings.
They don't have weapons, because the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth is their weapon.
In the past, there was a saying that flourished: Taoism is through yin and yang, Ming creation, cultivation into yang gods, and eternal freedom. Outside of Taoism, they are all non-monks, all of them are reckless.
It is impossible to verify who this sentence came from, but there is some truth to it.
After all, most of the monks in the world are rock climbers on the Cultivation Mountain, and they can only climb up one realm at a time. If a footstep is in the air, it is not surprising that he will fall down, or die.
But the Taoists are a special case.
They look at yin and yang creation, and many teenagers do not see the cultivation of growth. Naturally, some of them sat dry for a lifetime and finally turned into a pile of graves. But there are also people who have experienced half a lifetime of ups and downs, and once they get up, they will soar and become the first in the world.
However, because there are too few people who have ascended to heaven in one step, and it is too difficult for Taoists to practice the method, although Taoism has flourished for a while, it has become more and more declining, and it is difficult to find Taoist temples now.
Xia Qiu didn't expect that the principal of the Fairy Wind Academy would be an old man.
"Now that Taoism is declining, he can still sit in the position of the head of the first school......"
Xia Qiu felt terrifying when he thought about it, this old Taoist looked kind, but he was definitely a ruthless stubble, and his cultivation was at least in the Nirvana realm.
"Boy Xia Qiu, meet the seniors. ”
Retracting his mind, Xia Qiu didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
The old Taoist priest who was holding the dust whisk looked at Xia Qiu, nodded with a smile, and said, "You are Xia Qiu, very good, very good." ”
As he spoke, he helped Xia Qiu up, looked up and down carefully, and nodded with satisfaction again.
"A three-star inscription master in his twenties, a respected inscription master, innovating and improving existing inscriptions, Xia Qiu, you are really good. ”
Xia Qiu saluted and said: "The seniors have won the award." The kid has prepared a feast, seniors are here, please. ”
At the banquet, Xia Qiu and Han Dong toasted the old Taoist priest one after another, plus the middle-aged man, and the four of them also talked happily.
It didn't take long for Han Dong to retreat, he knew that this was not his meal, and it was a great blessing that Xia Qiu could pull him to the table and drink a glass of wine with the old Taoist.
When the old Taoist priest Xu Zhiming saw Han Dong leaving, he didn't say anything, just took a sip of wine and looked at Xia Qiu with a smile.
"Xia Qiu, I heard Jiang Tao say that as soon as you touched the Chilling Cicada Knife, you immediately understood the knife intent of the Chilling Knife and knew that this knife must be well fed. ”
"There are not many ways to feed sword intent in this world, but our Immortal Wind Academy has a set of excellent methods. ”
As he spoke, Jiang Tao, a middle-aged man on the side, took out a classic book and handed it to Xia Qiu.
Xia Qiu glanced at the classics and said secretly. If he hadn't downloaded the Night Owl Knife Method for Feeding Knife Intent from the system, I was afraid that he would only be led by the nose by the Fairy Wind Academy at the table today.
closed the book at the moment, and said with a smile: "The predecessor gave the kid a chilling knife, and the kid is already grateful, how dare he accept this set of knife raising methods from his predecessors." ”
"The kid found a set of knife raising methods by himself, although it is not as good as this one of the predecessors, but it is still passable, and I thank the seniors for their kindness. ”
Hearing this, Jiang Tao's brows furrowed slightly, and the old Taoist priest Xu Zhiming asked curiously, "What method did you find to feed the knife?"
"Night Owl Knife. Xia Qiu replied truthfully.