Hua Jin said with a serious expression: "I have invested too much in this year's Hidden Dragon Test, and there is even a Martial Saint Lord in that small world, so naturally nothing will happen." Now that the fairy sword has been placed in the palace and is under the personal care of the royal family, there will be no problem in thinking about it. What's more, my Dayu Capital is here, and we will naturally bear the brunt of anything that happens, and we will also give you a satisfactory statement. ”

Yulu said: "I'm not worried about the problems of the small world, it's just that the fairy sword is too unstable now. The sword scabbard built by the dean of the Tianqi Fourth Academy has also been broken, and the cause of the riot has not been found, which I think the dean and the gentlemen should know better. If Emperor Yu is still the same Emperor Yu back then, why would the head of the family send me a message to let Yong'an City go? How could the monk outside the city sit there all the time? Does Takeyama mean unwelcome? ”

Hua Jin's expression was slightly condensed, ready to explain.

A voice rang out beside him.

"I'm an open country, and I've always welcomed anyone."

The man who spoke was a woodcutter in a long robe, who had broad eyebrows and eyes and an amiable demeanor, a short axe pinned to his waist, and a basket full of green bamboos on his back.

Yulu glanced at the woodcutter, his eyes swept over his body, his robe was still stained with bamboo leaves, and the cloth shoes under his feet were still stained with mud, it seemed that he had just come down the mountain.

He was silent for a moment, and then said: "The guests are also good and bad, and the good and bad are all determined by you Yu people. ”

This woodcutter with a simple demeanor will not attract attention anywhere in the world, but it makes Daomen Yulu extremely respectful.

There are few such people in the world, and there is only one such person in the world, and it is naturally the senior brother of Lingmen-Chai Le.

Hua Jin's solemn expression finally melted away as if he had been drenched by the spring rain, and he hurriedly reached out to take the bamboo basket from behind the woodcutter, and said, "Senior brother came in a hurry, I will help senior brother bring this bamboo basket back to the mountain, then I will retire first." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Chai Le to agree, turned around and left, and disappeared into the crowd in three or two steps.

Chai Le looked at the departing Hua Jin and shook his head helplessly, and said to Yulu: "Senior brother is not sensible, please bear with me." ”

Yulu didn't say anything, so naturally he wouldn't care.

Chai Le calmed down, did not lose half of the courtesy, and said, "I have seen Mr. Yulu." ”

Yulu returned the salute seriously and said, "Your senior brothers greet each other in exactly the same way. ”

Chai Le smiled and said nothing.

"It is rumored that Mr. Big was taught by Dean Lingmen to cut bamboo in the mountains every day, and the rule is also one basket a day. I think that rumors of mountains and fields are rumors of mountains and fields after all, and even the last time I met Mr. Big at the foot of Takeyama, I felt that it was impossible. When we met today, I didn't expect the rumors to be true. ”

Chai Le said with a smile: "I have been sick and frail since I was a child, although I have to be treated by the teacher, but I still have to rely on myself after all. The teacher taught me to cut down the green bamboo in the mountains, generally for myself, and the two masters cannot be violated. ”

After Chai Le finished speaking, he returned a salute and said, "If you miss the distance, I hope Mr. will bear with me." ”

Yulu said: "What if you don't want to bear it? ”

The folk customs of Dayu came with the Tang Dynasty, proud and graceful. Visitors may encounter shady vendors on an inconspicuous corner of Shui Wan Street, or local residents may lose their manners in front of guests from afar, but such a trivial matter. The host is not thoughtful and tolerant, and everyone will not be embarrassed by the polite words of the guests, and they are still friends. But Yulu didn't do this, he said that if he didn't tolerate it, it would be unpleasant, and his unhappiness might bring unhappiness to the entire Yong'an City.

Chai Le was a little puzzled, and asked seriously, "Why do you say this?" ”

Yulu glanced at the tall building in the center of Yong'an City and said, "Spring tea is the best, I don't know if there is a big red robe?" ”

………

If you want to drink tea, the best place is naturally Wanghe Tower.

At the junction of Shuiyun Street and Shenwu Avenue, the location is also in the north city, a merchant sits in the north city, and the imperial city is far away, but it is also the highest building in the whole Yongan City.

No one can tell the history of Wanghe Tower, just as no one knows the history of this Yong'an City.

There is all kind of tea here, as long as you want, as long as you pay the money, the common people who drink Yongan can also drink it, and the lower riba people who like to drink it can also drink it.

Chai Le is really not good at worldly things.

So when Hua Jin was leaving, he gave Chai Le a waist card.

As long as there is a card in Yong'an City, no one will not know this waist card.

The crane tower is really high, with windows on all sides, and the spring breeze surrounds the beams.

Lingmen Chai Le and Daomen Chai Le sat in front of the window, looking in the direction of Beicheng.

Yulu said that the big red robe, and the tea is also the big red robe.

The guys in Wanghelou brought the best ones, and they also used a lot of money to make tea.

Warming, placing tea, brewing, pouring tea, serving tea, tasting tea............

There are a lot of steps, Chai Le looks very seriously, he knows that the teacher likes to drink tea the most, but he doesn't often go down the mountain, now he sees the steps of making tea, he feels that he should study carefully, and when he serves the teacher in the future, he can't lose his etiquette.

Yulu watched the big red robe in the cup gradually turn red, becoming more and more vivid and thick, and his brows were slightly furrowed and vaguely displeased.

He looked into the distance and suddenly said, "The rules that are tested against my Daomen's cultivation path, the rules that you Yu people came up with are really stupid. ”

Chai Le glanced at Beicheng in the distance and seemed to guess what Yulu was talking about.

Taoism pays attention to purity, and the path of cultivation ends with moistening all things, and what is paid attention to is truth, that is, a real person. The rules of this year's Hidden Dragon Test are related to the practice of the Daomen, but they are diametrically opposed. As Daomen Chai Le, the proudest real person in Daomen for a hundred years. Seeing such a scene, he was naturally very displeased.

Chai Le said: "The path of cultivation has been thousands of years, and even the teacher doesn't know which one is the right path. The trial is only a part, a competition just depends on the minds of young people, and I also want to know how these young people will respond. ”

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That thick cloud could see anything that was going on in the small world.

The big names of fame were silent with each other, not knowing what they were thinking.

People are different because everyone's experience is different. The path of cultivation is like a mountain spring and a stream converging into a surging river, and so is life.

Creeks will pass through forks, they will pass through mountain peaks, they will flow through dirt deserts... Family relationships, upbringing, youthful experiences...... There are so many things that affect them. Everyone is different, so everyone has an idea.

These ideas subjectively follow the crowd, and the side branches have their own perceptions. But the experience is different, and the thinking will be different. These differences are deep-rooted, these differences have become everyone's special character, and these differences have different views and attitudes towards things...... These differences are everyone's obsessions.

How deep is the obsession? How ruthless is obsession paranoia? How terrible can obsessions be?

From the moment these contestants enter the late autumn woods.

The bloody autumn began.

There is no set starting point, as everyone thinks differently.

There is no fixed way, because everyone's obsession is different.

There is only a fixed result, and that is to walk out unharmed.

For a while, the golden and beautiful ginkgo biloba leaves looked so dazzling, and the trees like golden clouds became the most unsightly autumn sun.

The sense of depression began to spread.

The intent to kill began to fade.

………

More students went into the ginkgo forest, whether they walked in groups or alone, and the obsession in everyone's hearts was constantly expanding.

From the very beginning of casual conversation, the smell of gunpowder slowly appeared, and then it became a-for-tat confrontation.

For a while, there were a lot of quarrels in the ginkgo forest, and there were many people with red faces and red ears, and then there were swords and swords.

It became very noisy in the woods.

Bai Jiu stopped, he looked sideways into the distance, he didn't know what these noisy sounds were, he just felt annoyed.

Liu Ping was even more annoyed, his hand had been placed on the sword at some point, and it could be unsheathed at any time. The noise in the distance made him uneasy, and he felt very uncomfortable looking at Bai Jiu's calm back.

He wanted to draw his sword, he really wanted to find someone to fight, he thought that Bai Jiu was very famous, and it should be good to fight.

So he said: "Obviously the world is not peaceful, but the scholar looks like the world is prosperous, which is really hypocritical." ”

"If this is the case all over the world, what is the use of you people?"

Bai Jiu stopped.

He didn't look back at Liu Ping, because he didn't have to think about it to know what expression Liu Ping would have on his face at this time, he was afraid that he would be impulsive, he was afraid that he would cut off Liu Ping's hand with a sword.

Bai Jiu felt that he should go somewhere.

The divine consciousness that could not break out of the body could only circulate in his body, so Bai Jiu went to the small world in his body.

In the center of the majestic mountains, the plains are still vast, and the clear water of the lake in the middle seems to be transparent, reflecting the reflection of the sky, which is actually a color.

In the center of the lake, the magnificent bluestone is very conspicuous, and Bai Jiu's spirit sits there cross-legged.

Looking at Bai Jiu, who was exactly the same as himself, was silent for a long time, he realized that something was wrong.

At the center of the god's eyebrows, I don't know when there was an extra red dot.

Bai Jiu recalled that from the time he entered the ginkgo forest, except for the conversation with Liu Ping along the way, the two did not encounter any obstacles.

In the trial of Blood Autumn, the trial with the most dangerous name is so peaceful.

Simple, beautiful, calm, calm is too weird, too wrong.

When a practitioner sees the situation in his own small world, he actually reflects his own situation from the side.

The red dot on the spirit is at the center of the eyebrows, indicating that there is something wrong with Bai Jiu's mind.

But what's wrong with your mind now?

Bai Jiu felt that he had never been so impatient as he was today.

Uncalm, or rather, irritability, this emotion permeated his body.

It turns out that the problem is here.