"To bully more and less can be called a decent family!"

However, it was said that the two great monks violently rushed to break one of them, and the other seven Taoist priests quickly made up for it, regardless of the seven people who stumbled to the ground, and before they could form a circle, another voice sounded out of place, and everyone looked at it, and saw a scholar in green clothes carrying a Taoist in blue clothes slowly walking up to the altar.

"Late students traveled to study in all directions, passed by the precious land yesterday, and never thought that there were old people climbing the mountain. The word fate is really wonderful. Come to bother, don't blame. ”

The scholar who came was dressed as a scholar, dressed in a green body, with a broad belt, elegant and chic, compared to Ye San, who was dressed like a scholar like a scholar, this person was really nine-pointed. It's just that the sleeves are pulled, the shirt is loosely tied, and a belt around the waist that looks like a rag is pinned to a rolled book, which is really a bit nondescript.

As he spoke, the scholar gently put down the Taoist priest on his back.

The person who came spoke in a crepe manner, and his mouth was full of poor and sour gas, which made Ye Yaoer frown, and Ye San couldn't help but smile bitterly.

How can this be endless?

Hearing the words of the comer, the two great monks of the mountain and the water and the many Taoist priests who had already interrupted the operation of the formation also looked at each other.

"Who broke into my East Heavenly Gate!" Zhang Jiuding, who was the highness of Taihe on the Flying Altar, naturally didn't know the identity of the person, and shouted loudly.

"Jiuding Daoist doesn't recognize the late life, and the late life will not blame. However, there is a question in the late life that is always not programmatic, and I hope that the head of Jiuding will advise. In recent years, Wudang has become more and more slack, sitting on the first mountain of Taoism, he cherishes himself, and even the dignified Tai Chi has practiced the method of self-cultivation. Dare to ask what is left of Wudang except for the most optimistic Nine Doom Dao Chiefs in office, and the Tianshu Sword Formation, which only leaves a form and a heartless heart? ”

"Who the hell are you?" was exposed to the shortcomings that were similar to scars in the past few years, and his years of self-cultivation made his joy and anger invisible, but as the head of a sect, Zhang Jiuding was furious in his heart.

The scholar has quite etiquette rules, and said with a smile: "I was timid in my late life, but I heard the voice of the old man last night, but I was afraid that there were tigers, wolves, insects and ants in the mountains, and I didn't dare to climb the mountain." Later students also abide by the rules, knowing that Wudang Youchu closed the mountain gate, and he should not be rash. I was still lazy in my later life, and I wanted to wake up in the morning. Later in life, I read a lot of the master's testament texts, and I should convince people to treat people with courtesy, but I am still a little abrupt, eager to see the old man, it is really frizzy, and I have no intention of accidentally injuring the chief of the Nine Paths under the mountain, so I can only carry it up the mountain to ask for guilt, and I hope that the predecessors of Wudang will forgive me. ”

The scholar was full of Confucianism, bent over and sang with his hands crossed.

"The late-born Confucian Yan Yan came to the door rashly, just to talk to the old people. Late students can also study like martial arts, and they can easily enter the room. ”

But it was Ye Yao who responded: "I said that the voice is so familiar, it turns out that you are a scholar." ”

"The nameless junior is bold and dares to hurt my uncle!"

It's just that before the words fell, a man in gray swept out of the sword array, holding a long sword, and several ups and downs had reached the middle clearing.

"Hou Zhente, a disciple of Wudang's outer sect, is here to teach you Confucian exercises!"

The gray-clothed Taoist priest who claimed to be Hou Zhen had not yet said anything, and before he could say anything, he jumped forward, and the tip of the sword swept towards Yan Yan with a trace of afterimage.

Ye San didn't know how Yan Ji, who was dressed in Confucian style and opened his mouth, didn't have a hand with Yan Ji, and he hadn't seen Yan Ji do anything, and even he didn't feel that this Confucian had any advanced cultivation from beginning to end.

The only communication with Yan Ji was three years ago in Dajiangkou by chance, this Confucian was also dressed in this down-and-out dress, like the first show to buy drunk in the first night hook column listless on the ferry railing, chanting "Luotuo Jiangnan Liquor Hang, Chu waist and intestines are broken in the palm of the light" The famous sentence of the ages, and his younger brother happened to pass by at that time, and the second half of the "dream of Yangzhou in ten years, won the name of Qinglou Bo Xing".

I don't know what the reason is, a man and a woman talked loudly by the riverside and listened to the night three heads as big as oxen, and finally Yan Ji used a sentence "I can't bear to leave with the girl" as an excuse, so I followed the sister and brother all the way south on the grounds of "traveling in Da Zhou".

Ye Yao also felt that it was a little unreasonable for a good man to be so down, so he agreed to Yan Yan without discussing with Ye San, thinking that he would enlighten this frustrated man when he had a chance on the road.

walked together for about a month, but I didn't think that the two who were "quite in love" at the beginning would choke each other for a month.

After all, Yan Jian is a scholar, and I don't know if he is self-taught or a master who is too old-fashioned, he always speaks deliberately with a glance, and he is annoyed by such a person at night, and the two have to quarrel if they can't say a few words together.

This scholar who claims to be a pure scholar like his name is only a book, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he reads thousands of books, and he always likes to borrow the rhetoric of the ancients when he speaks. Ye Yao Er knows how to be flexible, not like Yan Yan who is so brainless, so every time the two quarrel to the end, Ye Yao Yi chokes Yan Ji has nothing to say.

It is estimated that he also felt that he had been choked by a woman like this and insulted the literati who could not be seen or touched, so he said that he said that "I have to go home to see it after a year of travel", and I don't know whether it is true or false.

On the occasion of parting, although Ye Yaoer was not used to seeing this open-mouthed person and kept his mouth shut to speak of the righteous and orderly dull scholar, but he also cherished each other, after all, the time spent together was not short or long, just enough to make the two strangers who got along day and night familiar.

In the eyes of Ye Sangen, Ye Yaoer is so hypocritical, but he feels a little embarrassed when he has bullied others for so long.

At that time, they were separated, and Ye Yao would not reveal the true feelings of their children's love, and a person with a thoughtful and indifferent temperament like her would not be like the young lady Xiucai in those miscellaneous tunes who easily fell in love for a long time, but Ye Yao, who has always been very accurate, felt that Yan Yan was not a big traitor, which showed the true identity of the sister and brother.

There is no other reason, but to make friends with others.

This Confucian student, who seems to be dressed in green shirts all year round, thought that he had heard about the sister and brother, so he said: "When I am famous in my studies, I should share my worries with the second lady and the third son", and then turned around and walked northward.

If he has any ability, Ye Sangen has the impression that he is a crazy Confucian who is rich in learning and five cars full of wealth, and Chao Zizhan, who was known as the eight buckets of talent in the world, is "eight buckets of talent, but a small student is in the world".

But when it comes to martial arts, Ye San really doesn't know much about it.

After all, during the time when they traveled together, they didn't have the opportunity to see him do it.

But if you talk about it, isn't Zhang Jiu'e, who is now a Wudang mountain keeper who has more than enough martial arts practice, come up the mountain on the back of this Confucian with a sentence of "unintentional accidental injury"?

It's really a world full of wonders, could it be true that he really made him read and prove the Tao?

But he said that he claimed to be Hou Zhenwu, when the outer disciple came with a sword, he pierced the air and made a hiss before he got close, Yan Zhen took out the book on his waist, took a step, and met him face to face.

"Spring is gone."

Yan Wei opened his mouth with three words, quite the elegant style of a scholar, and the scroll in his hand was just a knock from the outside to the inside, and he gently swung away the opponent's sword moves, shocking the other party to take a few steps back.

Hou Zhen really didn't look at this Confucian at first, but the other party only used a book that was afraid that it would be ordinary and could no longer be ordinary, so he separated himself from the sword moves that he used six or seven percent of his strength, and almost shook off the long sword in his hand, which couldn't help but make him hurriedly put away the contempt in his heart, and his body retreated, and the wooden sword shook quickly under the buzz, as if it had changed into three or three and nine and stabbed straight at Yan Yan.

Yan Ji broke the opponent's blow, holding the scroll in his hand and bending down to salute with his back, a sentence of "concede" can be regarded as an empty door, allowing the opponent's sword to come again.

"It's easy to get it."

Yan Yan was unhurried, his hands were wide open, and the scroll was hanging in front of his chest, which was clearly the method of the martial artist to ascend to the palace realm.

The scroll was pulled by the qi machine and flew out, and the wooden sword was caught between the opening and closing of the pages, wrapped in a solid one, and when the pages were closed, the nine sword shadows merged into one.

"Come and go."

With a wave of his hand, the book wrapped in the wooden sword returned the same way, and before it came closer, the sword had landed and the book was returned to his hand.

One move.

Yan Ji held the scroll with his hands behind his back, quite like the posture of a teacher in a private school, looked at the Taoist priests in front of him, and said, "But there are still people?" ”

Zhang Jiuding frowned.

Confucianism is a clear stream in the martial arts, pay attention to the dress of people, never show martial arts with others, the practice method is even more incomprehensible, the whole rivers and lakes have rarely heard of any Taoist Confucianism and people to do evil.

This is really a three-sentence situation just now, and he actually handed over the blade in the hands of his disciples, you know, whether this Hou Zhen is in the inner gate or the outer gate, it is already in the realm of epiphany, and it is also close to the realm of martial arts.

Zhang Jiuding asked again: "Who are you?" ”

"I just told the Taoist that I am a Confucian Yan Li, but I am one who has traveled the world..."

"Poor and sour." Ye Yao intercepted Yan Yan's words and said coldly.

"No, no, no." Yan Yan, who was dressed in a green shirt, shook his head and said, looking back at Ye Yaoer, "Although it is said that the literati have been inferior since ancient times, the second lady has read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles, how can she still insult Xiaosheng?" ”

"Duyan has its own golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book, aren't you still so poor after reading thousands of books? What about Yan Ruyu? What about the Golden House? ”

"Zi said that he does not like things and does not feel sad about himself, Xiaosheng has read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles, and he looks down on these external objects."

"It's not that I don't want to get it, I'm afraid I won't get it." Ye Yao smiled, "It's just self-suggestion to comfort yourself." ”

"Wrong and wrong." Yan Wei seemed to be an old pedant who preached and solved his doubts, and said solemnly, "You go your way, I read my books, the two don't see each other and don't intersect, how do you know that I can't get it?" ”

"What do you have?"

"Foreign objects are like floating clouds to me, life does not bring death and does not take away, why should they be exposed to outsiders?"

"And what are you doing with your clothes?" The night turned around, and it seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"I don't want to talk to you at night!" Yan Yan was speechless for a while, and said magnificently, "Raise the bar!" You're clearly raising the bar! Mess around, mess around! It's really hard to raise a woman! ”

"No, no, no." Ye Yao learned Yan Yan's tone just now, and said with a smile, "Summarize the whole with partiality." I am very good to feed, you ask my brother, never picky eater, what to eat, what to dress, what to wear. ”

Yan Yan's already somewhat swarthy face turned red, obviously angry in his heart, and he gasped a few times to calm the fire in his heart, and hummed: "Sharp teeth and sharp mouth." ”

The two people who were bickering next to each other looked at each other, touching their big bald heads and glancing at each other. Yishan opened his mouth and asked Ye San, "Who is he?" Do you dare to quarrel with Ye Yaoyi? ”

Ye San seemed to be helpless against the man and woman who could quarrel when they met in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "He is a ...... who wants a library card."

Ye San said that he didn't know how to go down here, saying that he was a showman and he had no intention of taking the imperial examination, saying that he was a scholar but he didn't have the clean appearance of a scholar, but it was the night that commented again, "Poor and sour Confucian." ”

Changed back to Yan Ji and snorted coldly.

Here you and I, who are fighting with Yan Yan's lips at night, hang the group of Taoist priests who should be the protagonists aside, and they are like being mixed up by this farce-like bickering.

Yan Ji said that he would not go all night, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the group of Taoist priests, as if he wanted to spread the anger he received here in the night to them, holding the scroll in his hand and pointing his fingers, and shouted: "You don't fight or not, I will continue alone." ”

The ascension altar was silent, not only because the sloppy Luotuo Confucian student just now defeated the enemy, but also because the five people in front of him seemed to be a gag and had no clue.

Is it the Yejia and Wudang questioning, or the two great monks of a mountain and a river, or this Yan Ji, who defeated the Wudang mountain guards first, defeated the outer disciples of Wudang in one move?

"Confucian Yan Yan, can you lead the Wudang Sword Formation!"

Another sound resounded through the sky, and the needles could still be heard on the big stone platform, and the atmosphere was depressing for a while.

Fighting alone is nothing more than a step-by-step approach to scripting. In such a big battle, even if the victory is not forceful, there are many and few variables.

In the face of two monks and a night watch, Zhang Jiuding still had a little confidence to give it a try, but there was another Yan Ji who didn't know the depth of cultivation on the opposite side, and Zhang Jiuding, as the head of the house, had to think about it.

Yan Yan turned his head to look at Ye Sanjian and said, "I passed through Lixia City, and I heard the people in the city talk about what you said after tea and dinner, I think it is most appropriate to put it here." ”

Yan Ji looked towards the Taihe Hall and looked at the huge building on the steps that looked like a fairy palace in the eyes of ordinary people, with a face full of disdain.

"Wudang? A herd of bullnoses. ”