Uncle Qian sighed, and then said that the name of a Hou Ye was reported.

"It's the white-clothed marquis, they deliberately let a black tiger in the mansion get away, and lured Shi Niang to kill the black tiger. So they had an excuse to take people. I have to say that they picked the best time, if the black scales are there, even if the white marquis is in person, they may not be able to get someone. ”

There is a marquis in Chang'an City, who is a Confucian cultivator, but at the age of forty or fifty, he preached the Seven Realms, his face is elegant, and he likes white clothes, so he is called the Marquis of white clothes.

"I'm curious, when those people came, why didn't you make a move, Uncle Qian." Chen Qingshan looked at the gloomy middle-aged man in front of him, and from Uncle Qian's words just now, he could hear that he had some feelings for the people in Kongmingfang.

"It's not that I don't want to make a move, it's just that I can't make a move, I have more important things to do than Shi Niang and them."

The room was dim, and Uncle Qian made a heavy breathing sound, like a broken bellows being pulled.

"What does it have to do with the sky of this empty square?" Chen Qingshan asked.

"Yes." Uncle Qian seemed to be bearing something, and spit out a word with difficulty, he wanted to stand up with the chair, but was pressed on the chair by an invisible force, like a seal.

The smell was even more stinky, and above the sky, on the land of Kongmingfang, some invisible tentacles stretched out, wrapping the entire building, and a stream of malice poured out, and then fell on Uncle Qian's shoulders.

Chen Qingshan sensed something, went downstairs, sent Xiaoxue out of Kongmingfang, and told him not to come to Kongmingfang in the past few days.

"Brother Aoyama be careful." Xiaoxue was very well-behaved, and ran out of Kongmingfang in small steps, and Chen Qingshan waved behind him and greeted him with a smile.

After Xiaoxue ran out of Kongmingfang, Chen Qingshan turned to look at the sky, his smile turned indifferent, and quickly returned to the building.

"You've done a good job of sending that girl away, and I'm afraid I'll scare her the way I look now." Uncle Qian turned around slowly, and Chen Qingshan saw an extremely ugly pig face, with fat and fat on his face, squeezing his facial features into a little deformed.

Chen Qingshan took a breath of cold air, when he first saw Uncle Qian, although he was sloppy, he was still a person, not as ugly as he is now.

"What is this?" Chen Qingshan wanted to step forward to check, but was stopped by Uncle Qian reaching out.

"You've been attacked by the art of disgust, don't come here. Back then, I turned the woman and the criminals into pigs with the technique of disgust and ate them, and now I have been counterattacked, and my cultivation should not be like this, but this empty Mingfang is indeed a little strange, and by the time I find out, it will be too late. Uncle Qian said, although he has been reduced to this, he is still very calm, no sadness and no joy, for Uncle Qian, he is just narrating a fact, after all, the two people who can affect his emotions in this world have been eaten by him.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Chen Qingshan asked.

"No, you can't help me, even if the immortals come, they can't change the ending." Uncle Qian replied.

"Then I'll go and bring Shi Niang and them back." Chen Qingshan returned to the topic at the beginning.

"I'm afraid it will be a little difficult for you to go alone." Uncle Qian said, still recounting a fact.

"It's true that the white-clothed marquis is a marquis, but I am also a marquis." Chen Qingshan said.

Maybe it was because of the backlash, Uncle Qian was a little confused, and then he remembered the fact that Chen Qingshan was also a marquis: "Maybe, you can try, but the probability of that marquis releasing people is still extremely small, because the target of the white-clothed marquis is not Shi Niang and others at all, what he wants is the entire Kongmingfang." Even if you don't save it, when Kongmingfang falls into his hands, Shi Niang and the others will be put back, what he wants is that during this period of time, there will be no one in Kongmingfang. ”

"I don't understand what I mean." Chen Qingshan asked.

Uncle Qian asked a question: "What is the use of building this empty Ming Fang on the saint?" ”

"I want the Taoist priests of Chang'an to have a place to go." Chen Qingshan remembered the description of His Majesty the Holy Emperor in front of Kongmingfang.

Then Chen Qingshan realized something and narrowed his eyes: "Uncle Qian means that there is no Taoist priest in the Kongmingfang, and the Kongmingfang will have no value to the saint and become a dispensable thing. ”

"You can teach." Uncle Qian smiled, but it was really not very good-looking when he laughed, and a faint fishy smell permeated the entire house.

Uncle Qian, who was backlashed, ushered in the five decays of heaven and man, and his current appearance is that his clothes are dirty, his head is wilted, his armpits are sweating, his body is filthy, and he is not happy about his seat.

In fact, Uncle Qian's five decays of heaven and man began very early, which is the reason why he did not appear in Kongmingfang, he was afraid of affecting others.

And on the day Chen Qingshan saw Uncle Qian, Uncle Qian's days were numbered, not that Uncle Qian was sloppy and didn't like to clean up, but that the five decays of people had come that day, and under the influence of the rules, Uncle Qian's appearance should be sloppy, decaying and stinky.

It has nothing to do with whether you love clean or not.

Looking at Uncle Qian's appearance, Chen Qingshan felt a little sympathy in his heart: "I really don't know what you have endured." ”

"Naturally, it's something I should bear, I'm a man first, then a monk, but I still have to thank you boy, there is someone to talk to me before I die, it feels good, I thought I would die in this building by myself, no one knows." Uncle Qian's voice was a little tired, and when he said the word "death", there was a sense of detachment.

Uncle Qian, who was lying on the chair, called Chen Qingshan, if Chen Qingshan remembered correctly, it should be the first time Uncle Qian called his name, which means that Uncle Qian's next words will be extremely weighty.

"Chen Qingshan, in fact, you should understand, that the white-clothed marquis wants this empty Mingfang useless, just the weight of a white-clothed marquis is not enough for all the Taoist priests here to go back to the mountain gate to move the rescuers."

"Uncle Qian means that there are other people in this Kongmingfang, and the weight of this existence is much heavier than that white-clothed marquis, but Qingshan can't think of anyone who is heavier than this white-clothed marquis except for His Majesty and a handful of princes in the Tang Dynasty, not to mention Your Majesty, and those princes should have nothing to do with this Kongmingfang." Chen Qingshan said softly, a little puzzled.

"If it's not a person, but a Taoist system, then behind the white-clothed marquis, but a academy, do you say this weight is enough." Uncle Qian nodded.

"Academy? Which academy?! ”

"Yuzhang Prefecture, Bailu Academy, Baiyi Hou is the disciple of the head of the White Deer Academy."

"It's just that what is the use of the White Deer Academy asking for this empty Ming Fang?"

"You know, Bailu and Changqing are separated from Shengyan, although the status of the three is equivalent in name, but in the eyes of the people of the world, this Bailu Academy and Changqing Academy are a cut below Shengyan Academy after all, and the head of Bailu Academy has made a breakthrough, so it naturally has the intention of competing with Shengyan, so Bailu has the idea of entering Chang'an."

"So, doesn't Shengyan Academy care? No one likes to have multiple opponents for no reason. Chen Qingshan asked again.

"That's Shengyan, ninety percent of the inheritance of the Confucian saint is there, Shengyan doesn't care if Bailu will enter Chang'an, no matter whether Bailu enters Chang'an or not, Shengyan is still Shengyan and will not change." Uncle Qian replied.

Uncle Qian has been in this building, if a bystander quietly watches the affairs of the world and knows everything about it, Uncle Qian said: "Then Shengyan even wants to see if Bailu can successfully enter Chang'an." You can see it as a small Confucianism and Taoism dispute, and use Bailu to face the Daomen of the world, which also means that Bailu wants to prove his meaning in front of Shengyan. ”

"Is it interesting to have a dispute like this?" Chen Qingshan sighed.

"In the eyes of those big people, it is very interesting, although the border war has not ended, but this Datang has been stable for too long after all, so long that some people have nothing to do." Uncle Qian was a little tired, so he closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping.

Chen Qingshan bowed to Uncle Qian and was about to leave.

"You are still young, don't be impulsive when you encounter something, no matter when, remember to protect yourself and endure it for a few years, who said you can't change the day." Uncle Qian, who had his eyes closed, gave Chen Qingshan his final advice, which was what he had realized in his life.

As for whether Chen Qingshan listens or not, it is all up to Chen Qingshan himself.