"Shijun has become famous at a young age, respected by famous families, and later came to the capital, the first emperor treated him like a national teacher, and Zixiao Palace was built for him by the first emperor."

Wang Zhenren's voice was solemn, Minghui didn't dare to interject, in fact, she was thinking, Shijun was already so famous, why she had only heard of Zixiao Palace, but not Shijun.

Wang Zhenren continued: "It's a pity that Shijun still hasn't been able to really break through the word Wuwei, and he was involved in the palace dispute, and finally died a very disgraceful death. ”

Most of Shi Jun's followers are nobles in Beijing.

Minghui sighed, and when she saw that Wang Zhenren stopped talking, she said, "This master knows how to play Gu?" Does he have an apprentice or something? ”

Wang Zhenren said: "Although there were many people who claimed to be his disciples at that time, but he only had two real apprentices, and they were all very young at that time, the eldest apprentice was older, when Shijun had died, he was only eighteen years old, and the little apprentice was even younger, only eight years old at the time, and he was still a child. ”

One is eighteen years old, the other is eight years old, if the eighteen-year-old one is talented, he may be able to learn the skills of Shijun, as for the eight-year-old one, Minghui thought of herself, when she was eight years old, she didn't seem to know anything except playing all over the mountains.

"The eldest apprentice of the master, where is he now? Zixiao Palace? Minghui asked again.

Wang Zhenren shook his head: "I said, Shijun has died a very disgraceful death, the news reached Zixiao Palace, his eldest apprentice fled with the little apprentice, since then, no one knows their whereabouts, now the abbot of Zixiao Palace is invited by the first emperor from Wudang Mountain, the Taoist priests in the view, there are from the Great Dao Temple, and there are also monks in Zixiao Palace later, in short, today's Zixiao Palace, there is no trace of Shijun back then." ”

Minghui understood, that is to say, because Shijun had died a disgraceful death, the supporters led by the first emperor were disgraced, so the first emperor ordered that Zixiao Palace be cleaned from the inside out, not only to change people cleanly, but even the traces of Shijun's existence were also wiped clean.

However, what is visible to the naked eye and audible cannot erase everything that exists in memory.

For example, when it comes to Wang Zhenren, who is obviously a few rounds younger than Shi Jun, he still remembers Shi Jun.

"Master, is it that many people know that Master Jun is already good at Gu arts?" Minghui asked.

"Who said he was good at Gu arts? He just plucks Gu worms. Wang Zhenren said impatiently.

The corners of Minghui's mouth twitched, pulling out the Gu worms? Isn't this even more powerful than Gu?

It's like poisoning and detoxifying.

"Then he will solve the Gu matter, do many people know about it?" Minghui asked again.

Wang Zhenren didn't speak for a long time, and when Minghui thought that Wang Zhenren would not answer this question, Wang Zhenren suddenly said: "Except for his two apprentices, no one knows. ”

"Oh, that's right."

Minghui nodded, thinking that the master of the Dao, before he died, was a living immortal-like figure, the level of a national teacher.

What he wants to do is to call for wind and rain, live forever, raise spiritual pets, marry golden pills, and ride a crane to soar for nine days.

Or, turning stones into gold, sprinkling beans into soldiers, Taoism? Sorcery? Yes? Definitely!

As for things like Gu worms, they are barbarian techniques, and the little skills of withered insects that the immortals disdain, such as the master and the Taoist, of course they can't, just mention it, they all stain the Taoist robe.

Therefore, of course, the master will not tell outsiders, but the two inner disciples of his own family will know.

A disciple of your own family?

Minghui's head buzzed, and she looked at Wang Zhenren in shock.

Wang Zhenren didn't move like a mountain, glanced at her, and said angrily: "Don't look at me, I won't." ”

Is this the default?

"Master, are you that, that, that eight-year-old little apprentice?" Minghui's voice is as thin as a gnat, if you say something wrong, don't use the ring ruler to whip me.

Wang Zhenren snorted from his nose, and Minghui's brain made up "yes".

"Master, aren't you a monk in Yunmengguan? Isn't your master the Xiao Zhenren of Yunmengguan in the early years? Why did you become an apprentice of the master? You don't look very respectful to the master by his name, but if you look at me, I never dare to call you by your name. ”

Minghui regretted it after speaking, and subconsciously slapped her mouth, this stinky mouth (not really stinky), it should be beaten!

Wang Zhenren snorted coldly again: "He is not worthy." ”

He doesn't deserve it?

Who is he?

Master? Well, it can only be him.

Minghui's head instantly made up a big drama of master-apprentice grievances, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed unlikely, after all, when the master died, Wang Zhenren was only an eight-year-old little Taoist aunt.

"Huh?" Minghui instantly remembered a book of words, and the master in the book raised a bunch of female apprentices to make a furnace in order to achieve positive results!

Minghui hurriedly covered her mouth and glared at the master in dismay.

Master, you are so pathetic!

With a snap, Wang Zhenren didn't know when he had an extra ring ruler in his hand, and he suddenly headed towards Minghui.

"If you think nonsense, see if I don't clean you up!"

Minghui was so frightened that she took a few steps back, steadied her mind, the smile on her face was as well-behaved as she was, master, your fairy spirit fluttered and the fairy voice won people's fairy blessings and enjoyed the immortal energy for a long time, don't worry about me, just hit twice, and copy the scriptures or something.

Minghui said that if she was punished for copying the Jingjing a hundred times more, she would rather not be a person and follow Da Hei as a cat.

Wang Zhenren glared at her fiercely and said, "Shijun has caused trouble to the palace, this kind of demon is not worthy of being my master, my master is only Xiao Zhenren." ”

Xiao Zhenren is the old Taoist aunt of Yunmengguan in the past, the Yunmengguan in the past was small and broken, and the people who came here to burn incense were the local poor mountain people, Xiao Zhenren was poor, but still treated the disease and applied medicine, and then she went to the mountain to collect medicine and broke her legs, and fell disabled, and then Wang Zhenren came, she paid to rebuild Yunmengguan, worshiped Xiao Zhenren as a teacher, after Xiao Zhenren feathered, Wang Zhenren became the master of Yunmengguan.

"Master, what about your senior brother, who is his surname, why did I never know that there was such a master? Also, where did you go after you left Zixiao Palace? ”

Wang Zhenren was already in her twenties when she arrived at Yunmeng Mountain, she didn't come to Yunmeng Mountain from Zixiao Palace, where was she and where was her senior brother in the intervening ten years?

Wang Zhenren was young when she followed the master of the Dao Sect, and she had not learned to solve Gu, but her senior brother probably did.

Wang Zhenren's senior brother, that is, the elder disciple of the master, is also an extraordinary person, who is this person?

Look at the flowers.