The little palace master spoke without taboos, and said: "Grandma is duplicitous, and just now asked me not to do it." ”

Grandma Liu leaned on the old and sold the old, and said: "Grandma is grandma, girl is girl, girl is expensive, grandma is about to enter the ground, the coffin lid is closed to the point that there is no seam, no need to be reasonable, I don't care about any rules." ”

The little palace master exclaimed: "Wow! Grandma is so powerful, grandma lives a thousand thousand years old!"

Grandma Liu said happily: "Nonsense, live a long life, isn't that becoming an old king, alas, it is good to live for a long time." ”

The duplicitous Grandma Liu coaxed the little palace master who was not duplicitous, and Mr. Eight Fingers, who was not duplicitous, listened, and unconsciously walked through the streets and alleys, and came to the garden within the garden, the place where the Tubang people preached the law.

In the First World War, the garden in the garden was in ruins, and the situation in the city changed dramatically, and it didn't take long for the academy to be built, and the old monsters of all clans moved in with their disciples. The purpose is very simple, to warn the immortals and the mortal worlds not to forget history, and to keep in mind that the immortal family cannot use the sect to set foot in the mundane, just pursue the way of heaven.

Heaven is inseparable from humanity, and the academy is on the right track year by year, and the tradition of fairy news is formed. In the past ten years, after several repairs here, there is an open space in the rubble, and Wenxian Terrace is built in the center, which is specially for students to ask about the law.

The day has not yet arrived, the surrounding area of Wenxiantai is still crowded, except for more than ten meters around Wenxiantai is encircled into an open space, the garden in the garden is full of people, and some hawkers with shoulders and hands on the periphery are busy rushing to the scene, as long as they are not noisy or noisy. can occupy a place.

The peddler is a pawn, leading a car to sell pulp. No matter which shijie it is, there will always be people who make a living from it. The immortal family communication must not oppress the people's livelihood. This is the common opinion of the lord of the castle and Mr. Eight Fingers, and it is executed quite well.

He stopped the carriage from a distance, and ordered the coachman to wait in place, and the thirteen lang took him, to be precise, the little palace master, and walked towards the crowd, looking at all kinds of people waiting for peace, and from time to time there were discussions and disputes in his ears;

Xianxun has been engaged in ten years. The rules and regulations have long been mastered; in the central open space, people who have something to ask line up according to the instructions, and go to the stage in turn to report to the Xiu family, and they will give a reply if they can answer or not, and if they are not satisfied, they can also argue, and it does not appear chaotic at all. It is worth mentioning that there are so many people, and the scene cannot be too quiet in any case, and there is a amplification formation in the place where questions are asked. You don't need to shout hard to ask questions and speak, and you can hear them clearly.

"Not bad. ”

Looking and listening, Thirteen Lang felt quite satisfied. It turns out that as long as there is a system that is reasonable. People can manage themselves, and they don't need him to intervene in everything.

The little palace master turned his head when he heard this, and frowned after a glance. said: "Why did it become like this, it doesn't look good at all." ”

Such a place. Thirteen Lang can't be as wishful as usual, and slightly use his magic power to transform his face. The little palace master who is used to seeing "beautiful" faces is not happy. This is not because he is afraid of the people, but because Shisanlang found that the city guards on duty here have many acquaintances, as well as a few Heavenly Wolf veterans, and it will inevitably be a little troublesome to recognize them.

"You're going to change too?" said Thirteen.

"No!"

The little palace master flatly refused, and said: "I don't even dare to show my true face, it's not the eldest husband's doing." ”

There were many people who heard this, and they all cast amazing eyes around, admiring the courage of the little palace master; Thirteen Lang shook his head stupidly, thinking in his heart that you are beautiful, it is not a big deal, let her be happy.

The transformation still has a role, the eyes of the small palace master in the past are above the top but he doesn't like to dress up, where do you care what these ordinary people think. Now that such a performance can only be said that she has returned to her true nature, and there is nothing wrong with it on the premise that there is enough Liliang to protect herself.

Grandma Liu looked back at this kind of battle, her eyes and ears were not enough, she looked up and down, Zuihou looked at the center, and asked, "What are you talking about?" ”

"Speaking of immortals, grandma is old, let's go in again. ”

Rampage all the way, all the way to the white eyes all the way to marvel, relying on the "young" beauty not to annoy people, the little palace master took the two of them, accompanied by the clear explanation of the students on the stage, and gradually approached the center.

"Why doesn't anyone make trouble?"

"Nonsense, do you want someone to make trouble?" Thirteen Lang's face sank.

"No trouble, no fun. The little palace master took it for granted and said, "Do you want me to listen to him?"

Thirteen Lang was speechless. I thought it was really interesting, if the little palace master of the Demon Palace listened to these kindergarten-level students preach and preached, the advertising effect would be very good.

"What is an immortal? Those of our generation who cultivate the Tao should always think about their own hearts and stick to their Taoist thoughts, so as to live up to the gifts of God. ”

The person on the stage replied was a young man, seventeen or eighteen years old, with the pride of a monk on his face, who was talking according to his own understanding. The questioner was also a monk, with a strong body and a strong beard, standing firmly in front of the stage like a pillar rooted in the earth, and his eyes were unrebellious.

The reputation of the Randance Academy is gradually becoming famous, and it is not that no one from all walks of life, including the monks of the outer sects, has come here to seek the Tao and ask the scriptures, or they have the heart to learn. The academy does not prohibit this, on the contrary, there is some encouragement, and the most common mistake for people who have just started cultivating is arrogance, and it is not a bad thing to suffer some setbacks and sharpen their edges and corners because of this.

From this point of view, except for the fairy news Zhengri, this kind of classless question and answer is a bit like a debate. Of course, it is not possible to learn from each other, and it is not okay to make trouble, and the elders of the four major clans have joined forces, and the Randance Academy is already a super large sect, and no one can afford to provoke it.

When the college was first established, the number of students was quite limited, and every year it opened to recruit new students. Judging from the clothing, this young man is the first batch of new students after the establishment of the college. By common standards, he is talented. Because of this, he was singled out to take the polls in the previous seven days, and of course to show his achievements, which is a living advertisement, as Mr. Eight Fingers calls it, to give the outside world a glimpse of the college's potential.

As for the official lecture of Xianxun, it still needs those who are really successful to take on it, that is, the old book of Randance City.

Adopting a poll is, to be honest, a chore, and the purpose is to sharpen the temperament of the students, in addition to communicating with the mundane. Just imagine, a child who has been cultivating the Tao since he was a teenager and has been studying the ascetic path for a long time, where does he know what is sophistication. Don't talk about him, even those calm-hearted old monsters always answer something like "How old is the baby, you can check the Daoji", "If you don't have a Daoji, you can't cultivate the Dao", "Old man, can I still cultivate immortals when I'm fifty", and so on, I feel bored.

There is no way, the majority of the questioners are ordinary people, what kind of philosophy can they ask? Since the rules have been set, they need to follow the rules, and they can be perfunctory and cannot refuse.

The young man was obviously a little impatient when he had been answering and even repeating those strange questions before, but when he suddenly heard such a big question, and saw that the other party was a monk, his spirits were lifted.

"Immortals are the extreme, cultivating immortals is the avenue, and it is the end of human desire. ”

There were answers and extensions, and the young student looked smug and asked, "What do you think?"

The bearded man smiled slightly, and said, "Immortals are extreme, and cultivating immortals is the end of desire?"

The young man nodded, a little puzzled in his heart, secretly thinking that this Taoist friend is even higher than himself, why is his ears not very good and he can't hear clearly.

In thought, the bearded man first looked around, and then slowly turned around when the surroundings fell completely silent, and sneered

"What's wrong?" Grandma Liu looked around and found that no one spoke, so she was surprised.

"It's coming!" the little palace master cheered in a low voice, his expression like a thief.

Polls and polls, in fact, polls are to watch the excitement, and the real people love to see such a scene: The monk argues that it is difficult! If you understand and understand it, you can put it aside, at least you can brag about it when you go back; if you can remember a few philosophical words, or if you can pass on the legacy of your descendants, how can you not concentrate on it.

Excited and not forgetting the people around him, the little palace master looked sideways at Thirteen Lang, and found that his attention was not on the stage at all, and couldn't help but be surprised: "What about someone making trouble? What's wrong with you?"

Thirteen Lang's face was calm, and his eyes looked at a corner in the distance, and his eyes seemed to be a little disappointed. Hearing the words of the little palace master, Thirteen Lang turned around and glanced at the stage, turned around and asked, "How do you answer?"

The little palace master was at a loss and asked rhetorically, "What do you answer?"

Thirteen Lang was quite speechless, and asked in a different way, "What do you think, how did he answer?"

Only then did the little palace master understand what he meant, and his pretty face was slightly red and said, "I didn't have time to think about what I said, he didn't answer wrong!"

Thirteen Lang sighed lightly, looked back at Grandma Liu and said, "What does Grandma think?"

Grandma Liu was even more surprised than the little palace master, and it took a long time to wake up, and she responded in a panic: "Mr. is mistaken, the old woman is an ordinary man, how can she be qualified to say this"

Thirteen Lang smiled and said, "It's just for ordinary people, how can grandma not be qualified." ”

Grandma Liu still hesitated, and the little palace master next to her was in a hurry, pulling her sleeve and agitating: "Grandma doesn't have to be afraid of him, just talk." ”

This sounded awkward, Thirteen Lang frowned and Grandma Liu smiled bitterly, and had to sigh and said: "The old woman doesn't like what she says, so don't be weird, sir." ”

Shisanlang nodded quietly, motioning to her but said it was okay.

Grandma Liu took a deep breath, cheered for herself in her heart, and said, "What an immortal is, the old woman doesn't understand, but if it is as he said, the old woman can't be regarded as a person." ”

"It's not nothing, it's nothing!" the little palace master exclaimed, thinking that he had heard it wrong. The thirteen lang next to him nodded slightly, turned around silently, and did not speak again.

The little palace master was anxious, grabbed him and asked, "What the hell is it?"

At this moment, the bearded man waited for the situation he wanted to wait, sneered a few times and then opened his mouth.

"Nonsense!"

(To be continued......)