Chapter Eighty-Three: Hearing the Word Is It Just Hearing Without Ears?

Today is the day when Qingyun Peak is in charge of teaching and preaching, and every day on this day, all inner disciples below the Yuan Infant Stage will go to Qingyun Peak to listen to the sermon.

On the top of the hilltop square, there were already countless desks, and behind each desk sat a monk with his eyes closed.

From Zhuji to Yuanying, there were nearly hundreds of people, all waiting for the owner of the futon on the high platform to appear.

In charge of teaching and preaching, even the inner disciples of the Yuan Infant Stage will occasionally come, and even the monks of the Yuan Infant Stage can get new insights every time they listen to it.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the cultivation of the Cave Xuzi Sect is unpredictable, and his comprehension of the Dao is shocking, and it is far from the existence that these disciples who are still low in cultivation can look up to.

Being able to listen to the preaching of the head of the cave is not only to be able to listen to a high-quality lecture, but also to represent an honor.

The Cave Xuzi Sect is not only the head of the Qingyun Sect, but also known as the first person in the world in the cultivation world today.

There are even rumors that the Cave Void Sect has touched the Immortal Gate.

He is invincible under the immortals, and one for one above the immortals!

To be able to listen to such a powerful great monk preach, all the inner disciples are honored.

Listen to the master's preaching, that is, get the true biography of the master!

Rounding up, I'm the head disciple!

All the disciples who came to listen to the sermon flocked to it, and it was even difficult to find a table in the square!

Three bronze bells rang, a gust of wind blew through the entire square, and a figure slowly emerged from the high platform.

I saw that when this person appeared, it was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, the smell of strange fragrance, and the faint sound of fairy music.

Fairy wind bones, solemn treasures, wearing a dark robe, a wooden hairpin, holding a pole to whisk the dust.

Between the gestures, the rhyme flows, the true yuan goes back, a fairy posture, out of the dust!

Dong Xuzi raised his hand and waved the dust, activating the Spirit Gathering Great Array on the top of Qingyun Peak, and the top of the mountain was suddenly wrapped in a rich heaven and earth vitality.

The rich heaven and earth vitality condensed into mist, and the entire Qingyun Peak peak was full of immortal energy, and it made people feel energetic between breaths.

Everyone got up and bowed to Dong Xuzi, and said in unison, "Meet the Sect Master!" ”

Dong Xuzi nodded, looking at the inner disciples in the audience with some relief, these are the hopes of the Qingyun Sect in the future!

Dong Xuzi said in a calm voice: "Take your seats, and the sermon begins!" ”

The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of all the disciples.

All the disciples saluted again, and sat down in their seats honestly, obediently pricked up their ears, waiting for the master to preach.

Dong Xuzi nodded without leaving a trace, sat on the futon, and just opened his mouth to speak, when he heard a deep lion roar.

"The eldest young master has arrived, and he will dodge it all!"

The originally silent square suddenly came to such a voice, and the hole on the high platform was almost choked by his own saliva.

Crash!

Everyone's eyes looked towards the steps, and the huge stone lion that was originally guarding the door jumped up, and on the lion's back rode a young man in green clothes with black lines on his head.

The stone lion's slightly dissatisfied eyes on the cave void were somewhat weak-hearted, and his voice just now was indeed a little louder, but then he thought of the master on his back, and raised his toes again.

I can give my master a long face in front of the master, such a loyal pet dog, wouldn't the owner want to send me another true anger?

Win hemp, win this wave hemp!

Compared with the dissatisfaction of the old man in charge, being able to take a little more true qi from the master's hand is not worth mentioning at all.

Is the Qingyun Sect very dragged in charge? I'm just a stone lion guarding the door, it's my business!

The tail behind the stone lion squatting on the ground swung faster, and he proudly waited for the master's praise.

Ouyang looked around with black lines and looked around with a mentally retarded gaze, and Ouyang, who was so thick-skinned, couldn't help but blush.

What the hell is this idiot yelling about?

So the shameful lines, do you want to die in your own society?

Ouyang jumped down from the stone lion's back and kicked the stone lion, and by the way, a true qi was sent over.

The stone lion felt the Origin True Qi in his body increasing again, and rolled up happily, flattering himself in front of Ouyang.

"!" Ouyang scolded at the stone lion angrily.

The stone lion is not much entangled, the master tells me to get out, I will get out, and the next time the master comes again, I will lick it!

The stone lion stood up, glanced majestically at the inner disciples who had seen it, as if he had re-transformed into the majestic mountain guarding beast in front of the mountain gate, and then turned around and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

Ouyang swept around the square, oh, it's quite full, there are no empty seats!

"Senior brother! Brother! Here and here! ”

Suddenly, on the east side of the square, a group of muscular brothers stood up and waved desperately at Ouyang.

Ouyang looked at it, it turned out to be a disciple of Xingfeng, he was very familiar with the disciples of Xingfeng, and it was okay in the past, so Li Yi, the master of Xingfeng Peak, grabbed himself and went to Xingfeng.

The good name said: Discuss the Danqing technique.

In fact, he threatened to hand over Chen Changsheng's new painting book.

came and went, and he was also very familiar with Xingfeng's disciples.

In the past, this group of Xingfeng disciples were all fierce men with muscles in their brains, and the entire Xingfeng was filled with a very criminal atmosphere.

Even if he was wearing a Taoist robe, the Taoist robe was deformed by bulging muscles.

After all, Xing Feng was in charge of the Qingyun Sect's sect, if he couldn't fight, how could he be able to control those high-spirited geniuses in the sect.

The entire Qingyun Sect, except for the fact that they are the best in the world in clothes all day long, and ask Jianfeng Sword Cultivation with a stinky face, the most capable of fighting is the group of muscular brothers of Xingfeng.

Ouyang walked over briskly and received a warm greeting from the brothers:

"Who, stand up and give up a seat for senior brother!"

"Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a few days, I'm more handsome!"

"Senior brother has time to discuss swordsmanship together at night!"

.....

Ouyang waved his hands around, laughing and scolding among the many muscular hunks, and even said that several muscular hunks with tendons were full of shyness.

The disciples of Xingfeng knew very well that Ouyang in front of him was very close to his own master.

Once I drank too much and almost burned yellow paper to worship the handle.

The square, which was originally quiet, where you could hear the sound of falling pins, was instantly noisy like a vegetable market.

The cave on the high platform coughed and said, "Silence! ”

When the master opened his mouth, the Xingfeng disciple immediately put away his excitement and sat honestly in his seat.

Dong Xuzi looked at Ouyang who was sitting in the middle of a group of muscular hunk men with his hands on the table behind him, looking up at him with his head tilted and looking at him with a look of indifference.

This kid hasn't heard himself preach in almost ten years, right?

The sun is coming out of the west today? Actually came to listen to your own sermon?

There can't be some conspiracy, right?

Dong Xuzi glanced at the secret realm of the immortals who were still in the sky without leaving a trace, coughed and said: "Today's preaching, magic, law, Tao, sorcerer, the beginning of cultivation, the beginning of qi cultivation, the beginning of qi cultivation, ....."

The rhyme reverberated throughout the square with the sound.

Leaning on the table behind him, Ouyang, who was cross-legged by Erlang, looked at the preacher with a serious face.

Watching Dong Xuzi's mouth open and close, it became more and more like a fish on the shore facing him, and his mouth opened and closed.

Dong Xuzi's voice, coming in from the left ear and coming out of the right ear, was like a lullaby, making Ouyang's eyelids heavier and heavier.

I wanted to hold on to it in the last second, but in the next second, Ouyang directly raised his head and fell asleep with his mouth open.

As soon as Dong Xuzi opened his mouth for less than ten words, he heard a loud snoring sound.