The new head of the dragon and tiger came all the way to the palace hall under the leadership of Wang Quanquan, and the young Hong Mao has always been very interested in the Taoist legend of Xuanzhi and Xuan, and at this moment he is behind the two of them like a fart, and he is not embarrassed at all.

Zhang Danxuan glanced at the young man, and was about to open his mouth to say something, when he heard Wang Quanquan say on the side:

"Have you practiced swordsmanship, just have fun with this fool?"

"I'm done." The boy's face was full of confidence.

"Can you beat Old Man Ye?"

"This ......"

"What's this, why don't you go quickly?" The king's face was displeased.

The young man wanted to open his mouth to defend a few words, but after seeing the master's eyes, he could only obediently say "oh" and exit the door.

After the young man left, the displeasure on Wang Quanquan's face disappeared instantly, and he said apologetically:

"The vain is stubborn, which makes the Taoist chief smile."

Zhang Danxuan shook his head, "It's a good thing for children to be playful, but Poor Dao has always only known the ability of the prince to lead troops to fight, and he doesn't want to accept apprentices with such vision." ”

Wang Quanquan's heart moved when he heard this, the person in front of him was the one who was the ruler of the world, and his eyes were very vicious, and there was no need to pat himself on the back with his identity, so he asked in a low voice:

"What do you mean by that?"

Zhang Danxuan's face was surprised, "The prince doesn't know? ”

After seeing the other party's bewildered eyes, the middle-aged Taoist didn't sell Guan Zi anymore, and explained directly:

"With the shallow physiognomy under it, this sub-root bone is excellent, no matter what you learn, you can get twice the result with half the effort, it's just ......"

"Just what?"

Wang Quanquan is calm on the surface, but his heart has long been happy, and he really let himself pick up the treasure.

The Taoist smiled and said slowly:

"It's just a pity to let him learn martial arts, it's better to let the poor Dao bring it back to Longhu Mountain, and train him well, I believe that in less than a hundred years, there will be one more immortal in the world."

Zhang Danxuan has the slightest appearance of a master at this moment, he is clearly a fox fairy, and Wang Quanquan also laughed when he heard this, and laughed so much that the other party was confused, so that he was categorical:

"Impossible!"

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head and smiled bitterly, if this was left to others, even if he pulled down the old face of being the head of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, he would have to fight for the Daomen, but at the moment, this is the prince of the dynasty, even if he exerts all the strength of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain faction, he may not be able to fight.

……

The two talked, and Laifu brought the tea, although I don't know why the prince was so polite to a vegetable seller, but after so many years of being a porter in the palace, his eyesight still has some experience.

Just now on the way to the kitchen where he picked vegetables, he had already guessed that the person in front of him was not simple, and the prince did not deliberately explain, so he could even say that this matter was extremely obscure, and it was better for him to talk less and more.

After Laifu put down the tea and retreated, Wang Quanquan said with a smile:

"I remember that Zhang Daochang used to have a beautiful beard and drooping breasts, why is he willing to cut it short now?"

This middle-aged man who saw anyone in the Central Plains Dao had to salute respectfully, and when he heard this, he was embarrassed, and he pondered for a while before explaining:

"If it is not necessary, the poor road is really reluctant to cut it, but if I don't carefully disguise it, I'm afraid I won't even be able to enter the gate of the capital.

Now that His Majesty is in charge of all the affairs of the Qin Heavenly Prison, and I don't know what method he used to ask the Holy Lord for his will, and strictly prohibit the rest of the Dao from being sent into Beijing. ”

"Is there such a big feud between your Daomen?" The king's authority is incomprehensible.

Zhang Danxuan sighed and explained:

"Presumably, the prince also knows that as soon as we are fighting with Quan Zhen for hundreds of years, we want to compete for the head of the world's Taoism.

It is said that cultivators should have no quarrel with the world, but immortals still have selfish intentions, let alone us mortals who have not yet become immortals.

The Taoist scriptures say that the saint is impermanent, and takes the heart of the people as his heart, and from the perspective of outsiders, what we are asking for is only the purple and gold robe that represents the powerful, but in fact it is not.

Cultivators want to attain the Great Dao, just as ordinary people want to be emperors, but they don't want to do it for a day.

If anyone can become the head of the world's Taoist system, not to mention the three hundred years of Daxing, even if it is a hundred years of preaching, it will be a great achievement, and there will be a lot more immortals flying in the door at that time. ”

When Zhang Danxuan said this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It's just that we didn't expect that Zhengyi and Quanzhen fought back and forth, and in the end, they were intervened halfway by the shallow Chuanqi Mansion and robbed the opportunity of this great prosperity." ”

"At first, we only thought he wanted to be a person of Zhongxing and promote the avenue, but later we found out that what Wen Fuding wanted did not seem to be so simple. Does the prince know that in the three hundred years since the establishment of the Chuanqi Mansion, why has there not been a single person who has ascended? ”

Wang Quanquan frowned slightly, and said an answer that even he found funny:

"It's just that there are too many evils."

Unexpectedly, the other party nodded, "The prince is half right, the reason why the ancestor of the Chuanqi Mansion was expelled from Zhengyi back then was precisely because he did something that was not tolerated by the Daomen. ”

"Over the years, the Chuanqi Mansion has never thought of repentance, cultivating deviations instead of cultivating the Great Road, not worshipping the Three Qings but worshipping heaven and earth.

Moreover, they act under the pretense of the power of heaven and earth, no matter how outstanding their talents are, there will always be a time when the source of blessings will be exhausted.

In Wen Fuding's generation, it is said that he should have seen through this point with his qualifications, but not only did he not stop the precipice, but instead used his magical powers to control the disputes in the world, or the disputes were provoked by him.

After he made such a fuss, countless people died because of this, and in the future, it is not said that it is a great prosperity for three hundred years, even if it is a thousand years, no one in the Chuanqi Mansion can be promoted. ”

As soon as Zhang Danxuan said on the phone, Wang Quanquan was also a little confused, "Then what is this old guy asking for?" ”

“……”

This Daoist didn't seem to be comfortable with his vulgar words, and continued with a light cough:

"There is a saying in the poor road, I don't know if I should ask it?"

"Ask!"

Wang Quanquan was listening energetically, and at this moment the other party suddenly came to such a sentence, he seemed calm on the surface, but in fact, he was slandered in his heart:

Why do you masters like to hang people's appetites, isn't it uncomfortable to cut it off in the middle of the conversation?

Who expected that the Taoist was still addicted, brushed his beard and asked:

"Dare to ask what happened to the prince after he fell off the cliff that day?"

"After I fell off the cliff, ......" Wang Quanquan frowned slightly and shook his head, "I can't remember, I just know that when I regained consciousness, I was already a different person." ”

The middle-aged Taoist pondered for a moment when he heard this, and then continued to ask:

"That should be right, that day, the poor Dao watched the sky at night in Qintianjian and found that the star of the prince was dim. A few months later, when Emperor Shun entered Beijing, I took a look from afar and found that the dragon qi was rising, far better than before.

At that time, the poor road didn't know the reason, and now when I see the prince again, I know that the dragon qi of the prince was transferred to His Majesty.

However, if the prince is willing, there is a way to let the luck be lost and regained. ”

Wang Quanquan has never cared much about luck, anyway, he doesn't plan to be the emperor, and whether he has it or not has little impact on him, so he waved his hand and said:

"No need, there is a way that the husband is not guilty of his crimes, in case that dragon qi comes back, the second child's careful eye should not sleep well."

……