"It's better for you to ask the question first, if I do it first, I'm afraid you won't be able to ask later."

A middle-aged scholar, with a Chinese face, looks like a gentleman.

Liu Jingxun smiled, indeed. But first, he tentatively said, "Can you change places?" For example, Xiaozhu Mountain? ”

As soon as the voice fell, the picture had already been reversed.

At this time, the two of them were in a flat land sandwiched by two mountains, looking south was a pine and cypress mountain, and looking north, it was Xiaozhu Mountain.

Liu Jingxun glanced up, the ancestral land of the gatekeeper was only forty or fifty miles away from Fengquan Town.

Knowing that it was an illusion, Liu Jingxun thought about it together, and there was an extra pot of wine in his hand.

"Mr. Ji, at the beginning of the mountain, what were the original three words of the three-character tower?"

The reader replied, "One, two, three." ”

Liu Jingxun was stunned for a moment, but instantly understood, laughed at himself, and sighed: "Things are always simple, but people are complicated." ”

A total of five people have been imprisoned in the three-character tower, and Liu Jingxuan is the fifth and only one who has imprisoned himself.

So Liu Jingxun was inevitably a little curious, and took this opportunity to ask: "Who are the four seniors in front of you?" ”

The scholar said softly: "It can't be said that it is a person, the first one is Zhou He you just saw, you can also see that it is the beast of Middle Earth, Huanglong." The second is a monk from Xiniu Hezhou, you just saw him, and then he entered the Western Abi Hell and made a great wish, Hell is not empty and does not become a Buddha. The third is a big demon, who later cut himself from the three-character tower. The first three are 8,000 years ago, the fourth I don't know who it is, and the fifth is you. ”

Liu Jingxuan blinked, "Even Mr. Ji doesn't know who it is?" ”

The scholar turned his head, a little helpless: "Young man, I was no longer in Qike Mountain six thousand years ago. ”

Liu Jingxun smiled awkwardly and forgot about this stubble.

At this time, I have walked into the village of Xiaozhushan, which is clearly a small village built on the mountain, but a road through the village is paved with green bricks.

The scholar pointed to the east, and it was a small mound at most thirty feet high.

"That place is called Xuexiaoliang, and it is also the predecessor of your Xiaoxue Peak."

He pointed to the west again, and there was a laterite mound more than three zhang high, "This is called the laterite beam, which was the first passage to the Liangjie Mountain, and then the Liangjie Mountain was gone, and it was useless." ”

The gatekeepers have lived in seclusion in Xiaozhu Mountain for generations, and they can go to the Two Realms Mountain through that red clay mound.

Liu Jingxun asked again: "Why did the predecessors decide to seal the events of 8,000 years ago and only let a few classics circulate?" ”

For example, people who read books seem to be good at it.

The middle-aged man pointed to the laterite beam, and then pointed to the high mountain over there, and asked, "It's already difficult for you to climb this laterite beam now, but you see a mountain that is a thousand times taller, what do you think?" For another example, if you are new to swordsmanship, and before you get started, you see a sword fairy breaking through the sky with a sword, do you still want to practice swords? ”

This is an extremely damaging thing to the human heart, and once the Taoist heart is lost, the future will be ruined.

It's very simple, the three battles before and after the Heaven Cutting War, the last one 10,000 years ago, almost all the Lingxiao realms were defeated, and Da Luo Jinxian lost half of it, so it was not enough to win. If this matter is made public, mortals are fine, I have survived for 180 years in my life, and people are dying, what is there to worry about? But Qi Refiners are different, especially Qi Refiners whose realm is not low. The upper limit of Jiuzhou is to open the gate of heaven, and the monks of the Hedao can count it clearly with their fingers, so that they can face Da Luo Jinxian and even Ling Xiao, and it is strange if they don't lose their hearts.

In fact, Liu Jingxun has always had a guess, but there is no way to confirm it, and today there is an opportunity.

"Mr. Ji, people outside the heavenly dome of Jiuzhou are happy to see it, right? Is it also a delaying tactic that the sages of Middle-earth had to do? ”

The scholar nodded and said softly, "You guessed right, we want to protect Middle-earth and give the juniors some time to relax." They want to wait until they are fattened before killing. Man is the foundation of the world, and the recovery of 8,000 years is almost over. In the future, after the gate of heaven is opened, even if you stop that Taiping Sect Ancestor, who is also a great monk of the human race, you will not let such a good opportunity disappear, and what you have to face is not a few simple forces. ”

Liu Jingxun nodded, this naturally understood.

According to the information collected, it is summarized and speculated that the person standing behind Jiuhe Guo and Chu Shiwu of You Jiangguo are probably in the same group. It is estimated that it is also to seize the opportunity in advance, and when the door of heaven is opened, there will be more points.

There is also the treasure at the bottom of the Green Lake Mountain, Liu Jingxun also guessed what it is, it is the water-stopping tower, and the rattle handed over to Meng Xiu by Jifeng Mountain is a magic weapon for mutual growth.

Wind beads and banana fans, waterstop towers and rattles, so if you count it, Lin Qin Lingxing's master is Meng Xiu's person.

But who was the person who bought the Lingxing as the Ding Furnace, Liu Jingxun had no clue at all.

There is one more thing, Xu Jing wants to keep it secret, but Zhao Yang directly told Liu Jingxun.

Now the child in the small town in the Qinglian Cave Tianli, that is, the child raised by Hu Xiaoxiao, was also born when Qilin was born.

In other words, one of the four emperors in the future, Liu Yukong is one of the candidates.

This is Xu Jingyou's backhand, if he shatters the human emperor's seal, he will do whatever it takes to support Liu Yukong to become the emperor and take charge of Jiuzhou.

Knocking on the skull, the two walked to a well, round mouth.

But I don't know what's going on, that well gave Liu Jingxuan a feeling of full sword intent.

Liu Jingxun frowned and asked, "Why is there such a heavy sword intent in the well?" ”

The scholar smiled: "Near Xiaozhu Mountain, there are a total of four swords. A mile west of where we landed, there was a well called the Great Well, and that was a sword. This one is called Nagai, and it is also a sword. Two hundred steps to the east, there is another well called the Surabaya Well. Of these three swords, two of them were on your father's apprentice, and the big well was broken as early as the second day of the Heavenly Cut. The fourth sword, about five miles to the east, there is a spring in the mountain, and the locals call it ten lang water, I can feel that you have seen that sword, but it is estimated that it is after my death, and I can't count. ”

Liu Jingxun thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid it's the blue and white on my eldest disciple." ”

It's no wonder that Doudou raised a sword spirit so easily.

Turning his head to look at this small mountain village with at most eighty or ninety households, Liu Jingxun still couldn't hold back his emotion, the ancient three divisions, when the real strength is strong!

Walking to the top of the village, the scholar whispered, "Do you want to know what the opportunity I left behind?" ”

Liu Jingxun smiled, "Every time I look back, my former self is always very naïve. In the past, I felt that everything had to be done on my own, and I didn't seek it from outside. In fact, when you think about it, it seems to be no different from Dou Qiong. ”

The reader laughed, "What now? Has it changed? ”

Liu Jingxuan nodded, "Now I think that as long as there is no owner of the fruit on the tree, I can pick it with ideas, and if I can pick it, it is my ability and luck, then I have to hold it steady, and no one wants to snatch it." ”

The scholar smiled and said, "The opportunity I left behind, do you want to fight?" ”

Liu Jingxun sneered and rubbed his hands, "Mr. Ji, you can see the miserable appearance of my body, I won't tell you, I'm scared, I want everything now, and I won't spit out bones when I eat chicken." ”

The reader laughed and said, "Don't worry, how about changing places?" ”

Liu Jingxun nodded, and before he could speak, he was already in another place, this place, Liu Jingxun really hadn't been here, and he didn't know where it was.

The secluded mountains and quiet valleys are the only ones that hear the insects crying.

Liu Jingxun asked, "This is here?" ”

The reader smiled: "In the Kuanglu Mountain, the flower path." ”

Liu Jingxun was close to Kuanglu, but only in Peng Ze from a distance, but he saw the waterfall under the pen of Shixian. It was then that I realized why I was looking at the waterfall from afar.

Unexpectedly, an illusion made him arrive at Kuanglu Mountain.

After walking a little further, the valley turned into a mountain road, and on one side was a steep cliff, and you could see Peng Ze in the distance.

"Have you ever heard of the White Deer Cave Academy?"

Liu Jingxun thought for a while, and only said: "Not now, it is said that there was in the past." ”

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "I learned from Bailu Cave, but I also worship Mr. Yan, whose surname is Yan, and the family teacher is the first mountain chief of Qike Mountain." ”

After a pause, the middle-aged man said, "You have one last question." ”

Liu Jingxun didn't think about it and asked, "Mr. Ji has seen me?" ”

The scholar nodded, "I should have seen it, right here, the faces are very different, but your nine fingers are exactly the same." At that time, I was just a teenager, and I followed the academy mountain to Kuanglu, and you sat here quietly. ”

At that time, the scholar was only fifteen, and he saw the young man who was sitting here with two halves of the sword, and then there was a discussion between the chief of the White Deer Cave and the young man, and ten thousand years had passed, and he still did not dare to forget.

Fortunately, it is not him who I have met now.

To say that you don't want to live is false.

Zuo Chunshu was torn off by his natal sword, and although he didn't say what he was talking about, Liu Jingxuan guessed it.

That sentence is, most likely, "Help me tell Longqiu Tangxi, I'm sorry, I can't go back." ”

Because the former self is still the future self, most of what he thinks in his heart will not change, this is what Liu Jingxuan thought.

When Mr. Ji was a teenager, that is, up and down 10,000 years ago, as long as he did not appear within 8,000 years, Liu Jingxuan was not sure of coming back.

Walking to the Yishi Pavilion, Liu Jingxun took a sip of wine, took the lead in it, and then put down the wine gourd, sat on the flying chair, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ji can ask questions." ”

After the middle-aged man took it with one hand, he stood in the pavilion, looked at the clouds and smoke curling in the distance, and suddenly jumped out of a sentence: "Liu Jingxun, just look at your memory, see you sweeping the snow and going down the mountain, the students all call you Mr. and admire you very much, have you ever thought about why they admire you?" ”

Liu Jingxun said with a smile: "The snow of the first snow is clean and flawless, I may have swept the snow in front of others, but in fact, I just wiped the dust in my heart." The reason for admiration may be that they feel that they can't do it. ”

The scholar asked, "Do you know why I have to make a rule that the cold gate lives on the mountain and the high gate lives in the city?" At that time, many people were puzzled, saying that I was a teacher, but I did not teach without class. ”

Liu Jingxun thought about it and gave an example.

"In the bustling street market, there is a person in ragged clothes and carrying a sack, assuming that Mr. Ji is just one of the pedestrians, will he take a few more looks?"

The scholar shook his head, "I will take a look, but I won't look at it much, and I don't look different." ”

Liu Jingxun said with a smile: "Of course there are people who will cast a different eye, but they are definitely only a few people." The man who carried the sack himself lowered his head because he felt that he was ashamed. Life is like this, things that are born can't be changed, whether it's a high door or a poor family, it's not what others think, it's what you think others think. Let the disciples of the Hanmen live on the mountain, Mr. Ji wants them to feel that other people's bird's nests are full, and I eat the nest to my heart's content, which is temporarily inferior to him, but I don't eat what he gives, you look down on me? I still look down on you! Even his mother's garlic sprouts are inseparable from green onions! Do you know when the sorghum will be planted and when the wheat will be harvested? ”

The reader laughed, "I suddenly don't want to ask any more questions." ”

Some people died, but not completely......