The confused Yuankouba was a little confused by the second monk, didn't he not let him water, why did he suddenly want to water it now.

Looking at the boneless flower that was growing very vigorously in the flower garden at the moment, the dimple boy was a little weak-hearted, but he really didn't want to see the flowers that Master Yasheng liked more die, and now that the old man Yasheng and his family have spoken, they should have been confused.

The white-clothed Yasheng Master glanced down at the many boneless flowers, and said to the dimple boy who was standing on the side and groveling: "I didn't let you water it, didn't you water it the same way, alas...... It's the same as the one in the temple. ”

It makes sense, the boneless flower is compared to Pang Beidou, the dimple boy is a metaphor for the sainthood, and the Yasheng is compared to the Temple of Literature.

As a synonym for the way of heaven, the Confucian Temple is judged fairly in the world, and Zhang Xianjun has repeatedly protected Pang Beidou to do unruly things in the world, just like a dimple boy who does not listen to Yasheng's words and secretly waters and fertilizes the boneless flowers, losing the original intention of the Yasheng master.

Master Yasheng walked past Yuanyi and stopped after a few steps, turned around and said to him, "Yuanyi, how long have you been on the mountain?"

How could Yasheng not remember, he just wanted to see if the dimple boy remembered.

Yuan Yi knew that he had done something wrong, so he bent down and bowed his head, and walked the Dao Sect, "Students have been coming to the mountain for a hundred years. ”

Yasheng looked up at the sky, and then said to Yuanyi, "Pack your bags and go down the mountain." ”

Yuan Yi seemed to have several thunderbolts in his head, and he knelt down in front of Yasheng in a panic, grasping his snow-white robe with both hands, his eyes were already full of mist, and he cried and said, "Master...... I, I know I shouldn't have watered the boneless flower against your will, but it's a pity to see it die, and the student doesn't want to see it die because he likes it so much......

"If you want to be punished, punish me to go to the Houshan bamboo forest to copy books...... You can copy it as many times as you want, but don't drive Yuanyi down the mountain......"

The young man cried like a girl, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was pear blossoms with rain, rubbing his eyes, and whispering in his mouth, "I'm going down the mountain, how can I explain to my father and mother......"

Yasheng frowned and didn't understand it, Lao Tzu saw that you were too stuffy on the mountain, and felt that he was a little harsh on you, so he specially asked you to accompany me down the mountain to watch the ceremony, why are you crying.

Yasheng said: "I didn't ask you to copy the book, I don't think you did anything wrong this time, and I didn't want to drive you down the mountain......"

Yuan Yi said with a small face, "Really?"

Yasheng nodded noncommittally.

The dimple boy who had been crying incessantly suddenly jumped up from the ground and jumped up like a child...... He's really just a kid.

After listening to Yuanyi's words here, Master Yasheng was not in a hurry to leave, he thought about it, smiled and said, "Oh? What, why did you go down the mountain to be sorry for your father?"

Yuanyi, who had already been distracted by going down the mountain, didn't care about all of this, and after standing firm, he lowered his head and said, "Then, then I said that after I said it, don't punish me......

Feeling that things were very chewy, he became interested, and said casually: "Say, this seat will not punish you." ”

Yuanyi, who got the promise, opened his mouth and said like a long river bursting its embankment: "When I went up the mountain, my father sent me, and when I entered the mountain gate, I paid a lot of money, I thought it was the tuition fee charged by the Confucian Temple, so I didn't ask more, just now you want to drive me down the mountain, then my father paid a lot of money not all the water scoop......"

Yasheng squinted his eyes and said, "Who did you give the money to?"

When did the Temple of Literature ask for money from its students? If it did, how could he, a saint of the Temple of Literature, not know?

Yuan Yi looked at the pavilion next to the hall above the white jade stairs, still hesitating, but in front of the majesty of the saint, those hesitates and said Tao Xian's name tremblingly.

Good guy, the next moment a gust of wind blew around the two of them, Yuan Yi noticed that something was wrong, withdrew the tears in his eyes and released them again, knelt down and hugged Yasheng's thigh and said, "Teacher, say that you will not be punished......"

Ya Sheng snorted coldly, waved his big hand, and the figure of the young man in front of him rose against the wind and disappeared here, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived in the back mountain bamboo forest, and the young man's figure sat steadily on the futon, and the piles of manuscripts on the table in front of him appeared out of thin air.

The voice of Yasheng sounded in the sky above the bamboo forest,

"Tao Te Ching, three hundred times, protect Tao Xian, double ......"

Yuanyi, who couldn't move his body, raised his head and howled: "Teacher! Teacher, you promised me not to punish me, why do you still change your hexagram!"

Yasheng's voice floated slowly, like the sound of a nine-day immortal,

"Question the division commander, add three hundred more ......"

In the mountain bamboo forest behind the Confucian Temple, you can hear the crying voice of a teenager for many days......

It is also mixed with a lot of nonsense that cannot be said in the Temple of Literature.

"Tao Xian, you are a dog, see if I go out and don't beat you to death, you are !! with a dog thief who harms people."

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In the hall of the Confucian Temple, Zhang Xianjun, who was sitting at the long table of white jade, did not speak, but just looked at the Shi Sheng, who lived the longest and had the oldest seniority, as if to say, you say, I listen, I don't have Yasheng's stinky temper and just leave, I love to listen to what you say.

The old man with the jade pen in his hand sat back in his seat, looked at the youngest saint in front of him in the same posture, and said, "Xianjun, Xihe has a bad temper, but he is not to blame. ”

Zhang Xianjun only thought that Yasheng was grumpy, but he knew what he said.

Shi Sheng lowered his head and chuckled, it was nonsense to say that he was wrong, he wouldn't tell the one in front of him, Yasheng went down the mountain and traveled far away to find that this guy's incense offering was actually so much higher than himself, and he said that the Tao was natural, and when he turned around, he turned into a young man and threw a lot of incense money on himself, and found that it didn't seem to have any effect, so he walked a few steps to the temple of Xiansheng, and he couldn't whisper a few bad words about the one in the temple, good guy, I wanted to turn around and leave, after all, I was in a hurry to rush back to the Temple of Literature, but I didn't expect to let the female pilgrim of Zhang Xianjun listen to it, and then he finally saw what it means to be difficult to raise villains and women, and scolded him with a cloak, because of his identity, he was young and faced the women's hate-like abuse, and after holding it for a long time, he jumped out of the four big words of insulting Sven, and finally had to leave there in a gloomy manner, and hurriedly returned to the Temple of Literature.

Getting back to the point, Shi Sheng said: "I have read the matter of Pang Beidou, as well as the Chang'an underground formation, it should also be from your handwriting, I said Xianjun, if I could have friends and brothers like you when I was young, I would not have been so bumpy in my early years." ”

Zhang Xianjun said with a smile: "You are very popular." ”

In the whole heaven, if you want to talk between saints, Zhang Xianjun loves to talk to the one in front of him, because in front of him, he always feels like a junior meeting an elder, but there is not much difference in status.

Zhang Xianjun asked tentatively: "Why don't I let my junior brother owe you a personal favor again?"

Shi Sheng shook his head with a smile and said, "Don't use Daozang as a shield, this time Qingzhou took office quite smoothly, and I am afraid that he will suffer after that." ”

Zhang Xianjun said: "What do you see again?"

He guarded the white jade long table every day, wanting to see something he couldn't see.

It is rare to relax today and someone to talk to him, Shi Sheng said: "Isn't Qingyu, the mountain master of Qingzhou Zangfeng Mountain, going to the Great Wall in the next year, it is estimated that he will leave his hand down the mountain to your little junior brother to take care of it." ”

"If you don't say that the popularity and luck in your division are good, where do you get the money, which makes people a little envious. ”

Zhang Xianjun raised his neck and said modestly: "It's all virtual, virtual~"

The old man in front of him waved his hand and said, "You just steal the fun, you."

Zhang Xianjun said: "I think that's all for Pang Beidou's affairs, anyway, sooner or later there will be a war, Beidou is just because the demon in his heart has taken the lead and is not in the way, as for the rules, the whereabouts of the Heavenly Dao are still unknown, where are the rules." ”

Shi Sheng said: "Xianjun is cautious, don't say much about irrelevant things. ”

"I know that Pang Beidou kid is also jealous and hateful, and he didn't control his inner demons for a while, but this time he did a little too much. ”

Yes, one sword kills the power of the demon clan in the twelve realms, and the demon clan can be regarded as hurting the vitality, and there is no punishment, and it is unreasonable.

Zhang Xianjun's eyes suddenly became smart, "I think what Beidou did is not wrong, if it is better to kill the ancestor king who is in the way, what's wrong with sleeping, I have to come out to beg for cheapness." ”

Shi Sheng coughed a few times, signaled to say a few words, and Zhang Xianjun said: "That is, I can't make a move now, if I can, I will definitely hand a sword to the Hanging Mountain as soon as possible, and even the city and people will be slashed with one sword." ”

Shi Sheng stared at the Confucian sage who was speaking a little abnormally today, and remembered an incident in his mind from the early years.

At that time, it was still a thousand years ago, the demon cholera world, at that time he remembered very clearly, the war in the world, the saints obeyed the will of heaven and could not act privately, he really came to the continent of the year, although the scholar in front of him grew up, but the pair of bloody, dressed in rags seemed to be fleeing young children kneeling in front of themselves to ask for advice and practice The scene seemed to be just yesterday, although the saint could not shoot, but the two children were talented in cultivation one by one, and finally he took the two away, and used his identity to send one of the two to the first immortal mountain that could be called the first place of cultivation at that time, and the other was destined for the hexagram, and was sent to Tianji Mountain to practice。

Thousands of years have passed in a flash, and a pair of teenagers under the clutches of the demon clan who almost died tragically at that time are now also advancing by leaps and bounds on their respective cultivation paths, one beheaded three corpses and sanctified into the high hall, admired by the world, and one became a heavenly hexagram immortal who made the demon clan frightened and counted all the eighteen cities of the demon clan, all of which are very good.

Shi Sheng's mind was full of thoughts, staring at the young scholar in front of him, and he couldn't help but call out a little Xianjun.

Zhang Xianjun said: "Shi Sheng has thought of some forgotten history." ”

Shi Sheng said: "Let Beidou come to the Temple of Literature, I haven't seen him for a long time." ”

Regarding the sudden invitation of the old man in front of him, Zhang Xianjun seemed to guess what he meant, and immediately refused, "No, if you come, you will be caught, but it will not be slaughtered by you if it enters your hands." ”

Shi Sheng got up, his words were unusually excited, "Isn't it okay to come and see me, the life-saving benefactor, as the child who was rescued back then?"

The memories of many years ago echoed in the minds of the plain-clothed scholars, yes, the children who were rescued back then made mistakes outside, and no matter how far they escaped, they had to admit their mistakes to their elders after all.

Zhang Xianjun was a little restrained, he was also one of the two, facing the old man who almost forgot the scene when they met each other, if there was no one in front of him, he and Pang Beidou would have gone to the bank of the Lechuan River a long time ago and didn't know how many lives they had been reincarnated.

The plain-clothed scholar asked, "Don't lie to me?"

Old man Shi Sheng said: "Don't lie! Come back and find a way, I saved the two of you, and you also said that there will always be a war in the future, and for the sake of the rules of Na Raush, you will persecute the children in front of me, even if it is the way of heaven!"

Zhang Xianjun was moved for no reason in his heart, when he was rescued in his early years, he only begged the old man to give him a bite to eat, leave a life, and live in the world, but no one thought that he would get such a big opportunity behind him, although he practiced and taught himself and Pang Beidou is not the one in front of him, but the enlightener on the road of cultivation, except for the one in front of him, who else?

I shouldn't have believed him, I was confused for a while, I looked up at the old man in front of me, took a step back, bowed down, and bowed,

"The kid is rude, and he wants the teacher to punish him. ”