"After the end of school, Yang Zhu has seen the predecessors of the Ghost Valley!"

After changing into clean clothes, Yang Zhu walked out, saluted Guiguzi, and said.

Although Guiguzi has always lived in seclusion in Yunmengze and rarely walks the rivers and lakes, his image is well known to everyone in the world.

Although Yang Zhu has never seen it, he knows it.

"Yang Zi doesn't need to be polite."

Guiguzi smiled, he was not yet sanctified at the moment, he was just one step further than Yang Zhu.

In his eyes, in addition to the wilderness, in this mansion, Yang Zhu is also one of the few Taoist friends.

"Haha, Yang Zhu hasn't been sealed yet, the seniors can just call Yang Zhu by his name."

Yang Zhu is a pragmatic person.

He has not yet sealed the son, so naturally he will not call himself Yang Zi.

He knows that the people who call him Yang Zi are all complimenting him, and some of them are optimistic about him.

Not far away, Araku watched the two communicate, and a look of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

For Guiguzi, he was not completely reassured.

He is not a person in the world, and he knows a lot about the old man in front of him.

He knew that Guiguzi was a very mysterious figure.

Guiguzi founded the Guigu sect, which is good at self-cultivation, good at psychological speculation, well aware of the trend of rigidity and softness, proficient in the art of vertical and horizontal, and unique wisdom through the sky.

He has a peerless knowledge, outstanding wisdom, and is proficient in hundreds of schools, and is the originator of the Zongheng family.

He is also a famous thinker, strategist, soldier, yin and yang expert, legalist, famous expert and educator.

Throughout the five thousand years of China, even Confucius, who is known as the Holy Master, has not been able to do this.

This one can be called a perfect person.

For more than 2,000 years, the art of war family respected him as a saint, and the Zongheng family respected him as the ancestor.

Fortune tellers respect him as their ancestors, strategists respect him as a saint, and scientists respect him as their ancestors.

Legalists respect him as a master, and famous scholars respect him as an ancestor.

Taoism ranks him with Lao Tzu and respects him as the ancestor of Wang Chan.

There are hundreds of schools, and this is one of the few people who can learn from a hundred schools.

And the wilderness is even clearer, in later generations, there are ancient records that Guiguzi is well aware of the extraordinary skills of the immortal family, and he has a mastery of the world.

Moreover, he also has a younger sister.

It is known as the founder of Qimen Dunjia.

She is a Nine Heavens Xuannu who has the Nine Heavens Secret Book and is familiar with the Heavenly Machine, humanity, and the earth's leylines.

Of course, what really makes the absurd jealous and has been trying is the deepest identity of Guiguzi.

According to legend, Guiguzi is the true immortal of Taoism, ranking the thirteenth on the left of the fourth seat, and is respected as a real person of Xuanwei, calling himself Xuanweizi.

In the Daomen, true immortals are also called real people, and only those who have attained the Tao and become immortals can be called real people.

For example, Laozi Li Er is a broad real person, Zhuangzi is a real person in Nanhua, and Liezi is a real person in Chongxu.

It is rumored that Guiguzi has the technique of invisible hiding, the method of mixing the sky and moving the earth, and will be reborn, transcend life and death, and can scatter beans as soldiers and chop grass for horses.

In the legends of later generations, Guiguzi is a true immortal, so it has survived for several generations.

Since the Xuanyuan Dynasty, in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, with the Laojun two quicksands, the weekend returned to China, living in the Hanbin Guigu Mountain.

Even the First Emperor begged him for immortality.

If Guiguzi is behind the shadow of the Daomen, all his thoughts and deployments will have to be left a few more hands.

As soon as he thought of this, he smiled absurdly and said, "Ghost Valley seniors, this seat has heard: There is an immortal grass on the Shenzhou, like a mushroom seedling, the person is dead, and this grass is alive. Isn't it true?"

As soon as these words came out, Guiguzi, who was discussing with Yang Zhu, was stunned.

Immediately, a dark color flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he nodded with a smile: "The national teacher is really knowledgeable, of course the immortal god grass exists, but it is rare to see it if it is not fateful."

"Haha, it's good to have it, lest this seat die of old age by then, and it can be regarded as a glimmer of hope."

Ridiculous smiled

, the look on his face has never changed in the slightest.

"If the national teacher finds it, remember to inform the old man."

Guiguzi smiled brightly, and his expression did not change in the slightest.

The two looked at each other, their eyes always calm.

However, from these words, as well as his many previous temptations, it is clear that Guiguzi did not grow up locally.

He did take the path of Fengzi, and he also longed for sanctification.

But what he did was too weird.

According to the understanding of the wilderness, Guiguzi is hidden in the world, putting the world in a chess game, and his disciples are in and out of the phase, affecting the survival of the countries and promoting the direction of history.

He has been secretly promoting the turmoil in the Central Plains.

At this point, the suspicious point of Guiguzi is far above Confucius.

The most important thing is that it is absurd to know that among the hundred schools of thought, among the nations, it has long been infiltrated by those high-ranking beings.

Even the state of Qin was no exception.

It's just that over the years, the other party has never come forward.

He can only be secretly vigilant, not the killer.

Even if he wanted to eradicate it, he didn't have a chance.

Seeing that Huang fell into silence, Guiguzi continued to communicate with Yang Zhu, but his heart was somewhat unsettled, and he knew that Huang was another temptation.

........

"National teacher, the little Taoist priest has returned."

At this time, Xiang Li came in a hurry, towards the wilderness, Dao.

Hearing this, a flash of brilliance appeared in the absurd eyes.

The little Taoist priest is simple-hearted, and with the little Taoist priest here, the house will be more peaceful.

Huang greeted Guiguzi and Yang Zhu, and then left with Xiang Lidu.

"Senior Guigu, you and Yang Zhu have a discussion, there is something in this seat, go first."

"Okay."

When he came to the study, the little Taoist priest hurriedly saluted the wilderness and said, "Poor Dao has seen the national teacher!"

"Little Taoist, don't be formal."

He smiled absurdly and turned to the little Taoist: "You and I are both acquaintances, and we can be regarded as people who share life and death, so when we get along, just be casual."

"It's too formal, it's too tiring."

"Haha......"

Smiling lightly, the little Taoist priest turned towards the wilderness and said, "National Teacher, the teacher has agreed to the matter of spiritual wine, and his old man can stand up for the National Teacher at a critical moment."

"However, there is a request."

Seeing the little Taoist priest stop, he was surprised and said, "What request? To put it bluntly?"

The little Taoist priest scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "The teacher asked the senior sister to be in charge of this matter, which is the only request of the teacher."

Hearing this, he smiled.

"Nangong really has a good teacher."

After a long groan, Ara nodded, "Yes."

"It's settled."

"Okay."

.......

"Little Daoist, set up a formation, isolate the prying eyes here."

"Okay."

At this moment, the little Taoist priest made seals with both hands, and made one seal after another, and after a while, a light curtain appeared, and then disappeared.

"Let the national teacher laugh, in this regard, it is still the Legalist monks and Confucians who are better at it."

"It's good already."

Huang doesn't care about being fast, as long as the effect is good: "Little Daoist, how much do you know about the predecessors of the Daomen?"