The kid in blue beckoned to Zhao Rang and motioned for him to lean over.

As soon as Zhao Rang bent over, the kid in blue suddenly stood straight again, looking behind Zhao Rang with a serious expression.

"Who should I be, it turned out to be Zhao Gongzi!"

But listening to the voice, Zhao Rang knew who was coming.

Qing Xuanzi, that is, the substitute teacher, as long as he opens his mouth, it will make people feel like a spring breeze.

Even though it was late autumn now, Zhao Rang still felt extremely comfortable listening to it.

Turning around, Zhao Rang arched his hand to him and said politely:

"I've seen the substitute master!"

Qing Xuanzi waved his hand, signaling Zhao Rang not to be so polite, and said:

"Zhao Gongzi is not from Baihe Mountain, and he is a friend of Senior Brother Zaixia, just call me Dao No."

Zhao Rang smiled and did not answer.

People are polite to you, but you can't ignore it.

If you really take this, maybe people will be unhappy again.

Although Zhao Rang had not had much contact with Taoist priests, he had contact with scholars.

Qing Xuanzi, a Taoist priest, studied Taoist classics in the Taoist Pavilion and the house all day long, and in his opinion, he was also a scholar, perhaps no different from the rotten Confucians in those academies.

What such a reader cares about most is face.

He can say a basket of kind words, but he can't take it seriously.

Once you take it seriously, you will be embarrassed and even break up unhappily.

"But Zhao Gongzi just opened his eyes!"

Qing Xuanzi's connection between each sentence is very natural, which is probably the background brought to him by studying the classics.

The ancients said that there is poetry and calligraphy in the belly, even if they all wear the same robe, there is still a difference between different people in conversation.

"The substitute teacher is false!

Qing Xuanzi nodded with a smile, and then turned his gaze to the child in blue.

He seemed to be so afraid of the substitute teacher that he didn't dare to make any eye contact with him.

As soon as Qing Xuanzi saw it, the child in blue immediately lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake.

Although he was a child.

But at least when holding a sword, no one treats him like a child.

If Zhao Rang treated him like that, he would no longer have a chance to speak.

"But I still have to apologize to Zhao Gongzi next!"

Qing Xuanzi retracted his gaze and bowed deeply to this Zhao Rang.

"Why is this the case with the Acting Sect?"

Zhao Rang turned sideways, not wanting to be polite.

didn't think about it, but Xuanzi said stubbornly:

"No, I have to apologize!"

After that, he turned to Zhao Rang's sideways body and bowed again.

"The kid is just having fun, it's nothing. I'm an uncle, and he has a passion for martial arts, and he wants to try his hand, so it's no surprise that he wants to try his hand. ”

Qing Xuanzi saw Zhao Rang say this, and his expression was much more relaxed:

"Zhao Gongzi Yaliang, admire it below!"

Zhao Rang said calmly:

"After all, there are a lot of people who have played similar jokes with me."

Qing Xuanzi heard the concealment in Zhao Rang's words, and said with a little guilt:

"It's still a disciple."

"No, I should say I'm lucky!"

Zhao Rang said.

Qing Xuanzi was dumbfounded, not knowing what Zhao Rang meant by this.

"If it hadn't been for my inspiration, your apprentice's sword would have either pierced my head or my throat, and this would not have been a joke. Besides, this kind of miss, no one must be able to accompany it, and they can't afford it. ”

Qing Xuanzi didn't know what to say, so he could only stand and smile awkwardly.

"Haha, of course, it's a joke now. Don't worry about not going. ”

The corners of Qing Xuanzi's mouth twitched slightly, and then his right hand was falsely drawn, and he said:

"I also invite Zhao Gongzi to enter the cabinet and personally serve you tea."

The Daozang Pavilion of Baiheshan is said to have collected all the Taoist treasures in the world.

Even if it is a treasured classic book in the South Tunnel Gate, I try my best to buy it with a lot of money.

If it was really not for sale, he hired the best copyist in the north, led by Qing Xuanzi, and transcribed it by himself.

As soon as he entered the pavilion and saw the bookshelves standing up to the sky, Zhao Rang also felt really shocked!

"That's a lot of money!"

Qing Xuanzi listened to Zhao Rang's emotion, and couldn't help but be proud in his heart.

After all, although the Daozang Pavilion of Baihe Mountain existed when the mountain was opened, it was in his hands that it was really carried forward.

"Collecting books is like building a house."

"To build a house, brick by brick, beam by pillar, can withstand rain, snow, wind and frost. For those who cultivate the Tao, the state of mind is better than everything, and only by wandering in this sea of classics and steadily figuring out the state of mind of the predecessors can the old tree sprout a new one and sprout a perception that only belongs to oneself, that is, 'attaining the Tao'. ”

Zhao Rang strongly agreed with Qing Xuanzi's words.

Life is short for decades, and you can't go through everything.

No matter how rich life is, there will always be such and such shortcomings.

The only way to complete it is called reading ten thousand books, traveling thousands of miles, and placing it in the Dao Gate, then it must be the Daozang Pavilion.

Although Zhao Rang is a master who has a sore eyelid when he reads a book, he still admires those who are really down-to-earth scholars.

"Zhao Gongzi, come and see here!"

Qing Xuanzi saw that Zhao Rang was interested, and immediately became interested, and immediately forgot what he just said about serving tea, pulled Zhao Rang's sleeve, and walked to the side hall on the left.

This side hall does not have as many books, but it does have a large table.

It's so big that it takes up almost an entire room.

Zhao Rang has never seen a table that can accommodate forty or fifty people writing at the same time, which can be regarded as an eye-opener!

"Such a large table is used to transcribe classics?"

He had seen how the copyists worked.

After specifying the font and size, a set of books is evenly distributed according to the speed, and each person completes his or her task on time and on point, and finally compiles and binds them together.

Such a large table case must only be used when transcribing these vast Taoist classics.

"Definitely, Zhao Gongzi guess again?"

Zhao Rang frowned and looked around the table, and saw that the bookshelves here were all extremely thick books, with time and road numbers written on them.

"I know, this must be a place for disciples to learn classics, otherwise how could there be so many books?"

"Zhao Gongzi is really smart!"

"This side hall is used to allow disciples to record their feelings at any time. Maybe a hundred years later, a certain book here can become a new Taoist treasure, and enter the main hall? There are talents in the country, and they are worthy of the disciples! ”

Zhao Rang looked at Qing Xuanzi's impassioned appearance, and unconsciously felt a little trance.

The biggest confusion he had on this trip to Baihe Mountain was that he couldn't tell who was good and who was bad, who was right and who was wrong.

Taking a deep breath, he suddenly felt as if a figure was flickering in the depths of the Dao Treasure Pavilion.

Before he could ask in detail, he was led out of the side hall by Qing Xuanzi.

"I patronized and said, but I forgot all the etiquette...... This will serve tea to Zhao Gongzi! ”