The grass spreads in the green fields, and the white clouds rise in the green mountains.

The gentleman, dressed in a long robe, sat leisurely in the field outside the city, using the rocks as a table, spreading out bamboo slips, and writing parting words for the children.

The children who got a bamboo slip were all crying and weeping, and they were reluctant to enter the city.

When it was Song Xiang's turn, he was a little nervous, pinched the corner of his clothes and walked up.

"Song Xiang, you are the most courageous and thoughtful, I never worry that you will have a bad time." The gentleman looked at him with a smile.

"However, on the path of cultivation, it is not enough to dare to think and dare to do - why to think and why to do it, this original intention must also be thought out clearly."

"When you are pursuing the strength of your physical body, you need to be vigilant at all times, and you must not mess with your state of mind."

The gentleman said, pondered for a moment, and wrote on the bamboo slip—

Self-cultivation, in the right heart.

After writing, the gentleman pinched the bamboo slip and did not give it to him directly, but asked, "Can you do it?" ”

Song Xiang nodded seriously, "Sir, don't worry, you can do it." ”

"Okay." The gentleman smiled when he heard this, and with a slight stroke of his fingers, the bamboo slips were split into thin two parts, and the handwriting on them was exactly the same, indicating that the force penetrated the back of the paper, and the ink completely penetrated the bamboo slips.

Song Xiang took one of them, and listened to Mr. Zhengse: "Since you have agreed, you must keep it in your heart." ”

"One day, I found out that you had forgotten that."

"Then I'll come back and take your bamboo slips."

……

The inner courtyard of the palace, a dead silence in the quiet room.

The white-haired old prince stood for a long time, his fists clenched and released, and a little bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He knew very well that the deep fear he was feeling was not an overreaction.

That mysterious gentleman was unfathomable as early as more than 500 years ago, if he was still alive, how strong would it be?

"No, the situation is uncertain, he may not be here to find trouble, after all, tomorrow is my birthday." King Changling muttered.

"Tomorrow, His Majesty the Emperor should come in person."

"No matter how powerful he is, dare to deal with a human king in front of the human emperor?"

"There are also seventy-two Qi Refiner Arrays, Grandmaster Guardian Courtyard...... Fortunately, I was prepared to prevent King Qingyang from coming to the door. ”

"With these arrangements, even if he is in Changling, it will be difficult for him to enter the palace. I'll ask two more friends to come over in advance...... "King Changling was attentive, and he kept thinking about it.

As a veteran king who has been famous for hundreds of years, he has countless hole cards in his hand, although the incident happened suddenly, but there are a lot of things that can be used.

What's more, his six-hundred-year-old birthday is a sensational event for the human race, and now countless eyes are gathered in Changling City, and the strong people inside and outside the palace are like clouds, and everyone is in full view, what can go wrong?

Squeak –

The door to the ashram behind him was slowly pushed open.

King Changling's thoughts were interrupted, and he was suddenly a little annoyed, and he scolded without looking back:

"Get out! Didn't even call you, who let you in? ”

There was no reply behind him.

King Changling was stunned for a moment, and then thought of some kind of most terrible situation, his eyes were a little dull, and his body turned extremely stiff.

The one who opened the door was a young man wearing a hat and a kudzu robe, pinching an old bamboo slip, looking at him quietly with an indifferent expression.

King Changling couldn't help but take two steps back, his cheeks twitching, like a lightning strike.

Although his appearance and temperament are very different, this person's eyes are exactly the same as the middle-aged scholar at the door of the cellar, and he still remembers them clearly after more than 500 years.

Frightened, King Changling couldn't speak very well, "You, how did you get in?" ”

Isn't the inner courtyard of the palace already impregnable?

"Uh-huh, walked in."

Zhu An ate two bowls of noodles today, so he was in a good mood, and he joked with the old prince, of course, he was telling the truth.

With the induction of bamboo slips, I walked slowly and walked in.

The corners of King Changling's mouth twitched, as if he was laughing, but it was more ugly than crying.

However, seeing that Zhu An's demeanor was gentle and there was no killing intent, he also calmed down, stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, and bowed down.

"Boy Song Xiang, meet sir."

"Sir, long time no see......"

An old man with white hair and a hunched back bowed to a young man like a prodigal son of the rivers and lakes made a junior salute, which looked extremely fantastical.

Zhu An accepted it calmly, and then sighed:

"Indeed, I haven't seen each other in a while."

"During this time, you have had a good time, but unfortunately, you forgot what I sent you."

King Changling said sincerely: "Sir, I have memorized every word of your teachings, and I will never forget them in this life." ”

"Really?"

Zhu An seems to be smiling, whenever someone lies to himself, somehow, he has a funny feeling.

Just like those five-year-old children in the village, before the grease stains on the corners of their mouths were wiped off, they stretched their necks and said confidently: "Dad, I really didn't steal food." ”

Living in seclusion in the mountains and forests all year round, Zhu An rarely argues with others, and is better at speaking with facts.

So he walked straight to the corner of the ashram.

When the two passed by, King Changling's shoulders seemed to move, but he still stood in place, bending slightly and with a respectful attitude.

Zhu An didn't care about him, only took off the hat and knocked on the wall.

The wall shook slightly, and part of the wall opened automatically, revealing a thick iron door inside.

There is a huge turntable hanging from the door lock, on which the sexagenary branch is marked, and if there is no right, the iron door will be locked directly.

King Changling raised his eyelids, his face expressionless, as if he was still a little disdainful.

Zhu An knocked again, and in the astringent sound of staggered gears, the turntable did not move, but the iron door slowly opened.

Seeing this scene, King Changling was a little uneasy, his eyes were full of doubts, and there was a trace of nervousness.

Behind the iron door was a secret room, and on the ground were circles of array flags, yellow flags without wind, guarding a rusty bronze chest in the center.

Zhu An walked into the secret room, but the banner of the whole ground did not react, let him come to the depths, and waved his hand to lift the lid of the bronze box.

Looking down at the contents of the box, Zhu An sighed, feeling complicated, as if dissatisfied, as if regretful, as if regretful.

King Changling was already dumbfounded, his eyes trembling in horror, staring at the back in front of him......