Zhao Rang is usually the most annoying for others to reason with him, or he speaks unclear and ambiguous, waiting for him to guess and understand. Speak neatly, whether it is a request or a request for something, it is not difficult to say it clearly in three or two sentences. Therefore, he didn't buy the old man's "deliberately" "pointing", and indifferently broke off the roasted rabbit leg that he had been staring at, took a big bite, chewed it in his mouth, and said vaguely:

"Old man, don't tell me these inexplicable things. The reason why I walked so many steps is because your disciple, the little girl, said, 'Uncle Shi wants to see me.'" As for what you said about what happened after the steps, I don't understand, and I don't bother to think about it. ”

As he spoke, he swallowed the rabbit meat in his mouth, wiped the oil flowers on the corner of his mouth, pointed to the golden statue of Lu Zu and continued:

"You also said that I am not a disciple of Baihe Mountain, and I don't believe him. Coming here to eat your rabbit leg is what I should eat all the way up. If you don't have anything else to do, I'm busy. There will be a period later, so let's say goodbye first! ”

After that, Zhao Rang took the rabbit leg bone, lazily made a gesture, and was about to get up and leave.

The old gentleman didn't keep it, but asked lightly:

"You're in such a hurry to go to the river?"

Zhao Rang smiled.

I felt that I was right.

How could Baiheshan's highest-ranking uncle and ancestor want to see such an unknown person for no reason?

Now he generously said "riverside", which is a place name that only Zhao Rang and Zhang Zong and Aunt Shu know on the first floor, which shows that he has long been aware of Zhao Rang's arrival.

Who is this uncle and what is his name, Zhao Rang doesn't know. But his status in Baihe Mountain is so transcendent, you don't need to think about it to know what kind of brilliant and peerless he should be at the age when he was once heroic?

Just because he dared to eat and drink freely in the hall where Lu Zu's golden body was enshrined, he could feel that this old man was not pretending to be chic, but really didn't care.

If you have to force Zhao Rangxin to do something, instead of worshipping the story and the statue of the dead thing, it is better to have a good drink and chat with this old man.

Staying with open-minded people, even if you don't do anything, your temperament will be calm, and your mood will become leisurely.

"Since you know I'm going to the river, that's great!"

Zhao Rang said.

The old man followed the conversation and said:

"Save yourself from having to explain, right?"

Zhao Rang smiled and nodded.

"Have you ever wondered what you're going to do by going to the river, right or wrong?"

Zhao Rang suddenly fell silent.

He looked at the closed door of the temple, and seemed to be able to see the wind and snow in the courtyard outside through the door.

"I can't tell if it's right or wrong, I just know that my friends are there, and if I don't go, it seems that I don't understand the amorous feelings."

The corners of the old man's mouth curled slightly, and he seemed to be extremely satisfied with Zhao Rang's answer.

"The change after the stairs is that I am making a fire and roasting meat in this hall. For your changes, it is what you martial cultivators call 'potential'. ”

Zhao Rang's eyes narrowed, the old man talked about it for a long time, and finally got to the point.

Combined with the fact that Aunt Shu asked him to go up the mountain before leaving, it seems that now it seems that it is to help him solve the problem about this 'potential'.

Frankly speaking, Zhao Rang didn't think this thing could be any better. Even if it was indeed able to make Zhao Rang's reaction and judgment to a certain extent, even the awkward places that had been awkward in the past have improved a lot in the blink of an eye, and they have been integrated.

It's like gambling.

Before he fully grasped this indescribable power, Zhao Rang didn't dare to rely too much.

If you don't gamble thousands, it depends on luck, and you win or lose half. In the battle of the martial cultivators, there is no such thing as a copy on the gambling table, because there is only one life.

If someone looks dead and then comes back to life, then she must not really die, and she must not have one more life than others, such as Aunt Shu.

Zhao Rang knew this very well, so he didn't want to bet his life on something he didn't have anything to do.

"I was told that this thing came from Hachioji Temple. But the time in the first floor was too short and too rushed, so I didn't bother to ask Master Shiding. ”

Zhao Rang sat back in his place and said.

"He won't tell you if you ask."

"yes, I know."

Zhao Rang nodded in response.

Let one person say that it is the best, otherwise even if it is all out of good intentions, it will confuse the listener, and it is easy to go the other way.

"Do you know what the foundation of the sect is?"

Zhao Rang asked rhetorically:

"Do you mean the Daomen of the world, or just the White Crane Mountain?"

The old man explained:

"There is only one fundamental door in the world."

"I don't know."

"Fifty days of the avenue, forty-nine days."

Zhao Rang was a little disdainful.

He didn't know how many times he had heard and seen this sentence.

Nine out of ten of the tricky charlatans on the streets and alleys used this sentence as an incision to fool people, so that Zhao Rang didn't feel that there was any profound truth in it, it was nothing more than what they used to advertise themselves, as if how powerful they were, and they could deduce the "glimmer of life" that the Great Dao had missed. ”

"Cultivation is a process of competing with the heavens, the earth, and oneself. Those liars are right, but their position is not right, which makes you think that this statement is crooked. ”

Zhao Rang frowned and said:

"Why, is it possible that this person also believes this?"

As he spoke, his eyes skimmed to Lu Zu's golden body.

The old lady replied:

Of course he believed it, otherwise how could this be the foundation of the Daomen? If we don't have that glimmer of life, how can we do the three points I just said? ”

Zhao Rang pursed his lips, thinking to himself that maybe no one would do it at all. How many years ago did the legend of Lu Zu, who could stand up and pat his chest and pack the ticket, saying that he watched him soar in the sky after opening the gate of heaven with a flying sword?

However, he didn't say this, because he still wanted to hear about the 'potential', what kind of profound understanding the highest-ranking senior uncle and ancestor of Baihe Mountain had in front of him.

"Your so-called 'potential' is the immortal fate left in the world after Lu Zu ascended at that time."

"There are a total of 3,000 wisps of immortal fate, and they have not dispersed over the years, and they have always wandered in the world."

"Wait......"

Zhao Rang finally couldn't help but interrupt the old man's speech.

"Three thousand wisps of immortal fate, that is, there are at most three thousand people in this world who can have such a thing as 'potential', right?"

The old man nodded calmly, signaling that Zhao Rang was right, but before Zhao Rang wanted to continue speaking, he grabbed the conversation and said:

"I know what you're going to say, but haven't you seen the backlash of that little pill too? Ask yourself, have you felt any discomfort for such a long time? ”

Zhao Rang thought about it carefully and shook his head in denial.

This uncle knows so much, and even his experience in the Western Regions is clear to him. I don't know if Aunt Shu and Zhang Zong told him, or if he has been cultivating for a long time, he really has any magical skills that are different from ordinary people.

"There can be no right or wrong in things in the world because of different positions, but there is absolutely a distinction between truth and falsehood."

"At first glance, the fake can be in the limelight, but sooner or later it will not be able to hold on."

Zhao Rang said with a smile:

"This is the so-called true can't be fake, fake can't be true? So I'm real? ”

The old man nodded solemnly.

"But you still haven't told me how to distinguish this thing!"

After going around and around thousands of times, Zhao Rang no longer cared whether this thing was good or bad, he just wanted to know how to get along with it. After all, there are too few experienced people, and so far, he has only met Ye Sanniang alone. But she is also a little evasive about this, and has never talked about Zhao Rang in depth, and she has only tasted it lightly.

"Each strand will develop according to the unique circumstances of the person it is attached to, and there is the possibility of becoming that 'glimmer of life'."

Zhao Rang sighed and muttered:

"I know why the hostess didn't tell me more...... Because it's all ...... to say."

However, Zhao Rang changed his mind and felt that it was not for nothing to meet the old man this time.

Regardless of whether his so-called "Immortal Yuan" is true or not, Zhao Rang at least knew for the first time where the 'potential' thing came from and what it could do. Otherwise, he will always want to carry someone else's things by his side, and he will be more embarrassed than at a loss.

Zhao Rang's heart suddenly felt very comfortable, and the old man also handed over a pot of wine at the right time.

A small blue-purple glazed porcelain jar filled with a jug of wine.

The jar is not big, but the belly is round.

Such jars can often hold more wine than they appear to the eye.

Zhao Rang took it, weighed it a few times in his hand, and felt that this small jar was definitely more than a catty.

But he didn't care.

As soon as he raised his neck, the jar was half empty, and then he spat out the wine.

"Good wine!"

"I made it myself."

"Who taught you?"

"That's a lot!"

The old man counted them on his fingers, all of them were girls' names, there were eight of them, and each girl's name was a stacked word, which sounded dusty.

"All eight girls are ......"

"These eight girls are all prostitutes. A simple town, a simple brothel, but there are eight girls who brew good wine. ”

The old man said with a sigh.

No matter what age a man is, when he talks about girls, his face will burst out with a different look.

"Then you are amazing, you have learned all the housekeeping skills of others."

These girls should be the best at pouring wine from customers, and if they can make their own wine, then they will be even better at pouring wine.

Drunk guests are always very generous, so they want them to drink more and get drunk.

"This recipe for brewing was bought by me with an iron-beaten throat and an iron-beaten stomach."

When the old man was young, the amount of alcohol was like a large tank.

It's a pity that those eight girls are all a big tank.

No matter how big a large tank is, eight tanks can be filled in turn.

Since then, his iron throat and iron stomach have vanished without a trace. Although I got a very good wine recipe, my amount of alcohol became no more than three taels at a time.

"After drinking this pot, let's go for a walk."

The old man, who had been sitting still, suddenly straightened his back.

"It's snowing outside!"

Zhao Rang said.

"I know, but someone is coming."

The old man continued.

Zhao Rang didn't say anything more, and poured all the rest of the wine into his stomach in one go.

Although he doesn't have an iron throat and an iron stomach, he also knows that with such a big snowstorm and so many difficult stone steps, there must be something wrong with the people who come up to find Uncle Shi!

It's important, it's important!