After sending away this pair of Yupingshan father and son, who made Dao Yuan look a lot more pleasing to the eye, the white-robed young man walked to the table where the little white fox was lying and squatted down, lying on the edge of the table with both hands, stretching out his fingers from time to time to gently poke it.

The young man whispered, "You have been following me for a while, according to the book, a spirit creature like you should be a little more blessed than the usual spirit beast, but why don't you say ......anything until now?"

The little white fox was about asleep, and he was a little annoyed that he was chattering in his ear, we haven't reached the cultivation level, how can we talk to people. What a messy boy. The white fox swung his body, turned his back to Doyuan, turned his head, and shrank his body to the range that his fingers couldn't poke, and the three little tails hung softly on the table, Dogen deliberately poked, he didn't poke it, the little white fox shrank his body, he didn't poke it, he shrank it every time he poked, and he shrank it every time he poked it......

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Pang Beidou followed Zhang Xianjun directly back to the Temple of Literature, although he was passing by Qingzhou, the young man in the robe thought that the Sanqingshan ceremony would be held in a few days, let's stay here for a while, begging for a glass of wine and drinking, so anxious to go back to the Temple of Literature, Pang Beidou didn't want to go, because he wanted to see the little old man again, he hadn't seen him for many years, people were like this, no matter how good the relationship was, he hadn't seen him for many years, and when they first met, they were still a little embarrassed, and they didn't know what to say.

Zhang Xianjun passed by the sky above Sanqing Mountain in Qingzhou, just glanced down, and said that the gift was delivered, it is the same whether people go or not, and he may not want to see me.

Pang Beidou couldn't help but say: "Then he doesn't want to see you, but he may not want to see me, or you go back first, I'll chase you after drinking, and then you don't cross the distance of a continent in one step, and move forward in the wind, so slower, I can catch up with you." ”

Zhang Xianjun stretched out his finger and poked the chest of the oily young man in front of him, his fingers were slightly forced, the latter's expression was slightly painful, and he grinned, "What are you doing?!"

Zhang Xianjun withdrew his fingers, put his hands behind his back, looked indifferent, and said: "If you and I stay for a while again, I think that when you and I go back, and then dare to come to eat and drink, it should be too late in an instant at your speed." ”

The young man in the robe had a light in his eyes, he wanted to stay for a while, he thought that he would go to the Temple of Literature for this reason, and then think of coming out to Sanqing Mountain to have a good time, it was really difficult, but there was a plain-clothed scholar's words, obviously there was a play.

Pang Beidou got up and raised his hand to grab the sleeve of the person in front of him, and immediately said: "Without further ado, you and I will return to the Confucian Temple quickly, don't let the old man wait in a hurry, don't resist the wind, just cross the past, so faster." ”

Zhang Xianjun pursed his lips, "Your cultivation is not enough, if you cross the continent, I can do it alone, but I can't lead people, the law will be suppressed, I can't take you, it's better to resist the wind." ”

Pang Beidou's face turned red, and said Who cultivates low, you are an immortal, wait for Lao Tzu to become holy, I will see if it is not good. Thinking in his heart, he didn't dare to express it on his face, and said with a smile: "It's good to resist the wind, it's good to resist the wind, then let's hurry up, be careful not to miss the time." ”

The two of them no longer stayed, Zhang Xianjun stepped out, the surrounding clouds surged, and the young man in the dark robe rose against the wind, turned into a lightning bolt and disappeared, shuttling through the sea of clouds, where the wind went, the lightning tore the void, and the law behind him repaired itself, the speed was extremely fast, and he rushed towards the Temple of Literature.

The monk resists the wind, but also depends on the level of cultivation, and if the speed of cultivation is low and the speed of the wind is compared with those who are high, it is simply the difference between cloud and mud.

The plain-clothed scholar was extremely fast against the wind, but in a moment, the two of them crossed several continents, and then landed slightly, rose against the wind again, turned into Changhong, rose from the ground, and disappeared.

The two arrived at the Temple of Literature at night, and did not pass through the White Jade Square to go to the council hall, but went directly to Shi Sheng's independent residence.

Pang Beidou looked at Shi Sheng's residence and smashed his mouth, "It's been hundreds of years, and this hut won't be repaired and repaired, let's see how old it is." ”

Zhang Xianjun walked in front and reminded: "Be careful when you speak, the one inside doesn't like others to say that he is old." ”

Pang Beidou simply sat on the steps of the small courtyard, put his legs on the two steps below, turned his back to the plain-clothed scholar, and stretched, "You go in, I won't go in, just tell him I'm coming, anyway, I can't run away if I want to run here." ”

The plain-clothed scholar said: "Are you sure you don't want to go in to meet?" Pang Beidou said very decisively. It's been hundreds of years, and there's nothing to say about meeting each other.

Zhang Xianjun sighed, seemed to smile, walked to the door of the hut, first raised his hand and knocked on the door, and then pushed the door open and walked in. Pang Beidou was bored, sitting there for a while plucking out his ears, and then buttoning the unclosed gap in the floor, and he didn't know when two people were standing behind him.

Shi Sheng said, "Is it fun?"

The young man in the robe subconsciously replied, saying that it was okay. After speaking, he felt that something was wrong, although he hadn't heard this voice for hundreds of years, it was still so familiar, and the young man hurriedly raised his butt and was about to get up, but he was lifted by Master Shi Sheng behind him and put a foot on his buttocks, and an upside-down onion pounced on the ground under the steps.

The young man got up immediately, he didn't have time to pat the dust in front of him, he turned his head and stared embarrassedly at the oldest old man in the entire Confucian Temple standing on the steps, and he didn't speak, he stood there with his hands on his buttocks, and he didn't move or ask.

Shi Sheng put his hands behind his back and said, "Why, as a disciple of Tianji, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and you don't even dare to say anything when you see me?"

The young man said no as if he was twisting and kneading, and he didn't have the appearance of a fool at all. In front of the person who gave him and the scholar in plain clothes a second life, he didn't dare to be presumptuous, and he didn't dare to say that market sentence anymore, and began to respectfully get up, and the big gentleman who sat on Tianji Mountain took a long breath, bowed to Shi Sheng, and said that he had seen Master Shi Sheng.

Shi Sheng's eyes were complicated, when did the two of them become so unfamiliar. Then the white-haired old man, step by step, slowly walked down the stairs, stood in front of the young man, slowly stretched out his right hand, put it on the head of the young man who was bent over and bowed at 90 degrees, slowly rubbed it, his eyes were gentle, and whispered: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back......"

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The white-robed young man walked out of the hall, and the subordinates who were busy during the day also went down the mountain to return to Zangfeng Mountain, it seems that Sanqing Mountain is so lively, there are quite a lot of people, only Dao Yuan himself knows, now Sanqing Mountain, there is only his own name in the mountain genealogy, Commander Guang Pole, just started.

The young man toe lightly, crossed the roof of the main hall, came to the highest ridge and sat cross-legged, the cold wind blew, the brain was particularly clear and clear, Dao Yuan simply lay directly on the roof backbone, back to the raised eaves flying corners, his left leg arched, his right leg was cocked on it, it was rare to leave down the posture of the immortals on the mountain, and be a scattered person under the mountain.

The young man took off the white silk on his eyes, held it in his hands, and put his hands behind his head, thinking that there was no one anyway, so he could breathe, and he covered his eyes like this every day, but it was uncomfortable.

The young man opened his beautiful eyes and stared at the dome of the canopy that his head could not reach, the starry sky was bright, the stars were dotted, it was so beautiful and gorgeous......

There seemed to be a familiar face under the starry sky, the boy looked at these phantoms that he imagined, fell into melancholy, he went down the mountain for a while, the teacher and a few senior brothers left the north, so far there is no news, do not contact themselves, go down the mountain to help a few senior brothers cut off those causal lines, but there is no accurate point, he has no way to start, nowhere to go, a few days ago, Mr. Pang Beidou also left his side, traveled far away with a sword, I don't know where he went, the news of him came from the south, I don't know if the injury was serious, the boy thought of this and laughed, that guy is so powerful, it should be fine......

A shadow appeared in the young man's mind, remembering that the female thief in black should not be stupid enough to come again, at least not for a short time, but if she found out some historical issues, it would be difficult to say......

Unconsciously, the young man thought a lot in his mind, but he couldn't do it, he thought about it, thought about it, cut it, slowly closed his eyes, and enjoyed the world under the starry sky and on the beams......

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In the small courtyard in front of Shi Sheng's house, there is a stone table made of white jade, the two saints sit around the table, and Pang Beidou is standing opposite the two of them, mainly standing opposite Shi Sheng, bowing his head slightly, like a child who has made a mistake, waiting for the reprimand of the adults in the family.

Shi Sheng said slowly: "Erzai, do you think that I, Shi Sheng, are not as knowledgeable as your teacher, the old man Tianji?"

A certain person who was waiting to see Pang Beidou's jokes next to him snorted and didn't hold back, Erzai! The plain-clothed scholar thought of that year, this was when Shi Sheng rescued the two people who were still in the doll period that year, I didn't know their names, so they randomly followed the age of the two, Zhang Xianjun was one year older than Pang Beidou, so he was called Dazai, and Pang Beidou was called Erzai, so that later Shi Sheng saw that both of them were called like this, but later as the two grew up, Master Shi Sheng also felt that it was a little inappropriate to call them like this, and he had to give his children a little face, and then he didn't call them like this anymore.

Pang Beidou twitched, this name has not been heard for nearly a thousand years, if others call him like this, he will hand the sword directly without saying a word, but this one shouts him, but he feels the warmth in his heart for no reason, as if the person in front of him is no longer the high saint in this voice, but an ordinary old man, the parent of Mr. Pang Beidou of Tianji Mountain!

Pang Beidou's lips trembled, and he replied with a fist: "Master Shi Sheng is very knowledgeable. ”

Shi Sheng said: "Then why did you participate in the ten-year lecture that I set with you and Xianjun a few years ago, and then I didn't come again for a hundred years. ”

Pang Beidou was hesitant, and his little flamboyant tongue couldn't be used at all in front of him, "Shi Sheng, I ......"

The old man couldn't help it, stood up and slapped the back of the head of the young man who was bending down and lowering his head and clenching his fists, and scolded with a smile,

"Call Grandpa!"