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There was a torrential rain in Wei'an City, which suppressed the heat brewing on the ground, and the whole imperial city after the rain baptism looked exceptionally clean, and the cool air was mixed with the fragrance of moss on the tiles in the bright night.

Shenglin Academy is not as strict and rigid as imagined, on the contrary, it is extremely open-minded and accommodating, and you can get a glimpse of the corner from the leisurely study of the students inside, which should be the most essential difference between Confucianism and Taoism and Buddhism. Taoism pays attention to the way of respect, the Tao in the door must not be passed on, compared to the Buddhist door view is still light, mortals can listen to the scriptures and seek Zen, Buddhism can also learn from the scriptures and discuss Zen, but it also has to believe in my Buddha to take refuge in Buddhism. Confucianism advocates that all the world's classics can be read, all the world's principles can be used, and scholars are the melting pot. There is a saying that the heaven and the earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds, the lower is the river, the upper is the sun and the stars, and the people say Haoran, Peihu is full of darkness, that is, the people who pass through the world are Confucian. Zong Yang only said that he was a world friend with the uncle, and the academy did not delve into it, and Ren Zhenyang, who was a descendant of the uncle's family, nodded, of course the academy was willing to be generous to others. In fact, Zong Yang understood that this matter could be so smooth, and Mr. Jing Xin's trust was of great help.

Regarding why Ren Zhenyang is not surnamed uncle, this hidden matter is only known to the dean of the academy who has never met, Jing Xin also went out of his body to ask, it turned out that in the history of the Haotian Empire, there was a powerful female general, and it was she who married Ren Zhenyang's ancestors, but why the heir followed his mother's surname, the hidden truth behind it is unknown and impossible to study, probably because the literati can't suppress the martial arts. Fortunately, Uncle Boya is already in Shinto, otherwise he would be embarrassed.

Ren Zhenyang is an old man, but unfortunately he didn't like Wenmo since he was a child, but he has a soft spot for rune formation techniques, which is a big rebellion against the ancestral teachings, but Ren Zhenyang is obsessed even if he is held to the throat by the sword, and later his father died of depression, and Ren Zhenyang never went to the ancestral tomb to worship. Now Ren Zhenyang lives alone in the ancestral house, because he is forced and stubborn by life not to be funded by the academy, so he becomes the night incense manager of the academy, and pulls the car to empty the toilet every morning, and the students in the academy would never think that he would be the descendant of the first dean, just a nervous guy.

As soon as Ren Zhenyang heard that Zongyang was a world friend, he had to be the east of the country, and he made an appointment to have a good meal in the evening, which was regarded as a reception.

For this reason, the four of Zongyang had dinner at the inn where they stayed, and after a short rest, they saw Ren Zhenyang squatting at the door of the inn early and waiting, and they didn't know how long they came in and asked the shopkeeper to report. I want to come to Ren Zhenyang's house to study his rune formation and mechanism technique all day long, and other aspects are naturally blank.

Goodbye Ren Zhenyang, I saw that he changed into a clean green cloth shirt, the style is very old, but I believe this is the best shirt he can get his hands on. It wasn't the rag shoes with the big toes exposed, but they weren't much better, they were still a pair of cloth shoes with several patches sewn on.

Yuan Ben muttered why this Ren Zhenyang didn't invite dinner, Zong Yang smiled and patted Yuan Ben's head, signaling not to say more. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Ren Zhenyang has a hard time, and of course a supper saves a dinner.

It's a pity that Zong Yang didn't expect Ren Zhenyang to be unexpectedly shabby.

The five of them walked a long way to sit in a noodle stall along the street, this street is located in a remote area, and the price of noodles is not high, but Ren Zhenyang sat down and agreed in the first sentence: "I told you, I will invite you for this meal, a bowl of noodles per person." ”

"What's the big deal, come here and eat a bowl," Yuan Ben shouted.

The insect immediately kicked Yuan Ben's leg, reached out and pulled Yuan Ben's ear, and whispered.

Ren Zhenyang hung his head and looked at his hands embarrassedly.

Zong Yang smiled and said, "One bowl is enough, and my stomach is still very full." ”

Raven also cooperated in seconding the proposal.

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sp; "I'm small, I can't eat a bowl, Dead Yuanben, most of my bowl belongs to you." Bugs are more empathetic.

"Hey, hey." Yuan Ben nodded contentedly.

Ren Zhenyang raised his head and smiled awkwardly, then turned his head and said, "Boss, serve five bowls of noodles." ”

The night breeze was blowing, Zong Yang took out the life bead, the light was dim, and he remembered eating noodles with Jiang Wuxiong in Wutuo Town at that time. This girl who wandered alone in the Yanlong Empire for blood revenge has lost a lot of weight.

The noodles came up quickly, and among the five people, Ren Zhenyang ate the most relish, but he was not even willing to eat such a simple bowl of noodles on weekdays

"Zhenyang, what is your dream" Zong Yang asked curiously.

Ren Zhenyang, who was immersed in eating noodles, raised his head sharply when he asked, his cheeks bulging and the inside of his mouth fell out and hung on his lips, and he replied shyly: "I haven't thought about it, but as long as I can use what I have learned to create something unique in the world, it will be almost the same." ”

"You really haven't heard what I said when I first met you," Zong Yang asked again.

"Which sentence" Ren Zhenyang has a bad memory.

Zong Yang smiled slightly, and said again: "My generation of scholars has grand aspirations, does not respect gods and Buddhas, and is righteous and heroic. ”

"Nope." Ren Zhenyang shook his head directly, this time he finally chewed the noodles in his mouth, and when he swallowed it, he could see a large lump of noodles sliding over his thin neck.

The wind grew stronger, blowing the cloth canopy of the noodle stalls wildly, and the night sky was swept by the wind and clouds, but there were too many dark clouds, and the moonlight was still faint, only illuminating the sky.

"Amitabha."

A young monk quietly stood outside the noodle stall.

Zong Yang looked sideways and found that it was the monk who had helped him by chance yesterday, and at that time a team of officers and soldiers were whipping him hard, so he had a lot of effort. Buddha is the Tao, whether it is the Haotian Sect or the Haotian Empire, the practice of destroying the Buddha will only go further and further on the road of the Dao.

"Donor, you and I can see each other again, it's really fate." The monk forced a smile and saw that his eyes were black and his lips were white, and he was already dying.

Zong Yang was thoughtful, and asked first: "Why haven't you left the city yet?"

The monk shook his head with a wry smile, and only replied: "Donor, can you invite the little monk to eat a bowl of noodles." ”

Ren Zhenyang, who had his back to the street, sat on a bench alone, and when he saw the monk say this, he took the initiative to get up and move to the side, slapped his swollen face and said to the fat man: "I'm invited." ”

The monk immediately sat down, and no one noticed that there was a tear in the monk's robe on his back, which was shaped like a palm.

The noodle stall owner served a bowl of somen noodles after a while, and the monk looked at it for a while, and finally smiled with relief, picked up chopsticks and ate it.

Zong Yang finished eating the noodles in the bowl, then looked at the monk's right hand, and said lightly: "I saw you yesterday, there was a Ten Directions Dao Monarch Realm cultivation but I was willing to be whipped, thinking that it was compassion, it turned out that I was wrong." ”

The monk continued to eat noodles, lowered his eyes and said to himself: "Although it is plain noodles, I can finally fill my stomach, and I am about to go on the road, so I can't be a starving ghost." ”

The crow put down his chopsticks, and the insects also looked solemn, Yuan Ben saw this and continued to eat the noodles of the insects, while Ren Zhenyang was attentive and greedy.

"How can a monk have a cocoon on his hand that can only be used for sword practice." Zong Yang smiled slightly, there was no murderous aura, but the wind within a radius of the noodle stall stopped.

The atmosphere was so solemn that you could hear the pins dropping.

The monk suddenly coughed up blood, and the shallow bowl was filled with scarlet blood again, so frightened that Ren Zhenyang got up to dodge, and the owner of the noodle stall fled in a hurry, and he was going to report to the official. The monk immediately grabbed a chopstick and threw it in the blink of an eye

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ran through the heart of the noodle stall owner, but the chopsticks wrapped in vitality were so still an inch behind the noodle stall owner's heart, but the noodle stall owner fainted to the ground. The monk smiled in surprise, he should have exhausted the last trace of vitality, returned to his senses in frustration, stared at Zong Yang weakly with bloodshot eyes and said, "Don't get me wrong, killing him is also to sacrifice the small self to fulfill the big self." I'm going to die, telling you my identity will only hurt you, I sit here because I believe in your benevolent heart, so I dare to petition for the hundreds of thousands of monks of the Haotian Empire, for the people of Xuanyang and the country, begging the donor to take something out of the city, go"

Before the monk finished speaking, Zong Yang suddenly got up, showed with his actions that he didn't want to listen anymore, and said to Ren Zhenyang with a smile: "Zhenyang, pay the bill." ”

"Oh." Ren Zhenyang began to feel the waistband of his trousers and took out a handful of copper coins, because there was an extra bowl, and after counting, he found that there were three copper plates missing. It should have thought of something, Ren Zhenyang turned his back shyly, reached into the crotch of his pants, and found five copper plates, filling in the missing three, and the remaining two were stuffed in the waistband of his trousers, Ren Zhenyang's face was flushed at the moment.

The five of Zongyang walked out of the noodle stall, but the monk who sat alone still did not give up, and said: "As long as you complete the task, there will be great benefits." ”

Zong Yang threw away a sentence before leaving: "I will erase the memory of the noodle stall owner, as for you, die far away before you are dead." ”

"Hmm," Yuan Ben sensed the abnormality.

After more than a dozen breaths, a total of nine Ten Directions Dao Monarchs flew from afar.

"Haha, I still can't escape." The monk raised his head and laughed, blood gushing out like a fountain.

"It's good that it's not a big problem." The crow exhaled, and although he didn't have a magic knife with him, he could still summon the magic knife from here to the inn. However, with Yuan Ben, a land immortal, there is no turn for him to do it.

The monk drooped his head as if his cervical vertebrae had been broken, turned his head to stare at Zong Yang, and said with a gloomy look: "You don't seem to have a choice, I'm sorry." ”

Zong Yang's signature smile slightly, because of this apology, he said the reason for his resolute refusal just now, "Regardless of whether what you say is true or not, if it is false, naturally there is no need to find trouble." If so, I don't want to play with fire with my brother's life, nothing is more important than them. ”

"Call things out." One of the nine Ten Directions Dao Monarchs who flew in shouted.

"Yuanben, cover them." Zong Yang said and walked forward.

"Big brother." The crow tried to call out to Zong Yang.

Zong Yang was hit by Bai Impermanence's soul suppression talisman, and his soul had been sealed, how to face these people

However, Zong Yang raised his arms and waved his hand, and said with a smile: "It's okay, you can watch a good show." ”

Yuan Ben had already covered the blood-red vitality cover, although these nine people were not shocked, when they saw Zong Yang stepping forward to challenge, two of them immediately landed, holding their swords towards Zong Yang and slashing their vitality.

The moment Zong Yang stopped, the two vitality had been added, but the sword armor on his body appeared smartly.

"Hmm" The crow was horrified, "The soul of the eldest brother is definitely still sealed, could it be that the sword intent and the power of the sun have reached the realm of instinctive protectors"

With the continuous attacks of these two land immortals, this view of the crow was completely confirmed.

Zong Yang beckoned to the other seven in the air.

Suddenly, the nine Ten Directions Dao Monarchs bombarded together, several of them were already in the Great Perfection realm, and their moves had their own merits, except for the noodle stalls on this street, which were instantly reduced to ruins, and Zong Yang's figure was swallowed up by heavy vitality.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Zong Yang stood on the collapsed ground, stretched his waist, and said indifferently: "It's my place." 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or the publishing house.