Yi Chen walked ahead, turned around and showed a kind smile to the thin old man helplessly.

Despite the obstruction of Yi Chen, the tremors of the Great War also destroyed some of the houses in the small city of Qingyan City.

However, the number of such unlucky eggs is very small, and more of them are due to the casualties caused by the stampede when they escape.

"Don't cry, little girl, there is a poor road here, your father's broken leg will be connected immediately, and with the warmth of the poor road, it will be even stronger."

Yi Chen's big hand stroked the broken leg of a yellow-faced man, and the man's shin bones were distorted into a strange arc, and his legs slowly recovered as before.

"Hey, it really doesn't hurt anymore, the Taoist is really a god."

The yellow-faced man stomped his feet, and his desperate eyes turned out to be the joy of rebirth, and he couldn't imagine the miserable life of himself as the breadwinner of the family after becoming disabled.

If he hadn't gotten married, and he would have eaten brown rice or beef, or whether he had a karma or not, it would have made no difference to him, but now that he has a family and a wife and daughter, everything will be different.

Boom!

The man has gold under his knees, he has been stubborn all his life, and Huang Lao Er, who can be called the well-known thorn in Qingyan City, knelt heavily in front of the Taoist, and beside him knelt was a delicate woman and a little girl in a jinghai cloth skirt.

"The Taoist saved my Huang Laoer's legs, which saved the lives of my whole family, and our whole family kowtowed to the Taoist chief."

"The private school has fallen, and our schoolwork is buried in the ground and can't be dug out, I'm so sad haha."

"Ahh Yes? ”

"Poor Dao donated another 1,000 taels to buy more books for the children, and we must let them read more and do more homework."

Meow opened his mouth and spit out, and suddenly two ingots of silver with white flowers were put into the little girl's hands by Meow, and when Huang Lao Er wanted to refuse, Yi Chen and his party had already gone away.

"It's so sad to think that it would take so long for the private school to fall and build it before I could go to school... Hahahaha. ”

He volleyed his big hand over the old man's head.

"That's a pity."

"My lord asks you something, Old Man Fan, don't you answer quickly." The fat man in brocade immediately jumped out and said unhappily, and then was waved by Hei Benzi to retreat.

After the fat man in brocade finished speaking, Montenegro interjected in a timely manner: "My lord, is there anything wrong with this old Confucian?" ”

Montenegro stepped forward with great insight and asked, "Little guy, why are you laughing?" ”

"Mother... Mother... Run...."The old man suddenly woke up, as if he had had a long, long dream, and when he woke up, a majestic Taoist figure came into his eyes.

I saw an old Confucian student on the corner of the street leaning against the wall and falling into a deep coma.

….

….

In the afternoon, the sun shines through, filling the private school.

"This is not necessary, the family teacher Yinlongguan Baiyunzi has always taught the poor but does good deeds, don't ask about the future, so I have never left a name for doing good deeds."

"Hui....back to the adult, the villain's family background was acceptable when he was a child, his father caught Zhou when he was a child, and placed a scroll of poetry and a wooden knife, the villain chose the Book of Poetry, but unfortunately he failed to do so."

In front of the collapsed mansion, there was a yellow-haired child grinning, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Yi Chen kindly admonished and then immediately continued to move into the distance, leaving the old Confucian student alone and muttering in place: "Fan Jin, Fan Jin, the Taoist is really cultivated, the words of the point must be reasonable, from today on, I am Fan Jin!" ”

"Hidden Dragon Temple, the first teacher Baiyunzi, the Taoist is called Yichengzi." Huang Lao Er couldn't catch up, muttered to himself, and hurriedly wrote down the words that Yi Chen had accidentally revealed before.

The corners of the child's mouth rose sadly, but he didn't know that the darkness had crept in.

"If you don't improve, how can you get ahead?"

"Why don't you practice martial arts?"

"It's really knowledge that changes fate."

"Meow, give this strong man fifty taels of silver, and give the collapsed house a beating, and let's go on."

"Montenegro, no matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education, poor Dao hopes that you will send monks to dig out all the children's homework today, and build a larger private school in situ, so that this group of children can sit in the bright house in the afternoon to study."

"By the way, which Jin character is in your name."

The smile will not disappear, it will only shift, looking at a series of childish children walking into the private school with small faces, Yi Daochang's face finally showed a bright smile.

"It's a bit interesting, this person turned out to be a one-in-a-million martial arts wizard, it's a pity." Yi Chen shook his head with some regret, and suddenly felt in his heart that Maxima often had but Bole did not often have.

"Lord Hui, it is the promoted Jin, my father took it for me before his death, and the original intention was to hope that the old decay would be promoted in the scientific examination, but unfortunately Fan Jin was incompetent and failed to succeed in repeated attempts."

After treating dozens of injured and sick people, Yi Chen's eyes suddenly froze in the midst of admiration.

Meow: "Dad, virtuous!" ”

"Please also ask the Taoist to leave his name and surname, so that we can set up an immortal tablet for the Taoist chief, offer incense, and always feel great virtue."

Under the sunlight, the rising dust was also clearly visible.

"Seeing that you wake up and never forget your mother, you are a pure filial piety, and the poor road will give you a suggestion for free, and change that Jin into a progressive progress, or it can be reached."

Yi Daochang was very concerned about education, and immediately gave orders to Montenegro after hearing this.

Hei Benegro raised his eyebrows, and suddenly a fat man in brocade came up.

"But this man is a filial son."

After casually treating more than a dozen people, Yi Chen came to a street corner dozens of meters away from a collapsed mansion and stood still.

Zuo Qianfu: "....."

"Lord Qiyu, this person is my old Confucian in Qingyan City, called Fan Jin, but unfortunately he failed many times, and his family business also failed."

"No, I'm sad, I'm not smiling."

Montenegro: "...."

"Black Mountain, this is the case, Poor Dao is going back to Sea Dragon City."

"Fellow Daoists, let's meet again in the future!"

Facing the light of the sky, Yi Chen took a single foot and rose to the sky.

Hei Benzi bowed and saluted with all the cultivators, and only got up when Yi Chen's figure could no longer be seen in the sky.

"City Lord, Yi Daochang is gone, let's go back to Qianyou City?" A black-armored monk asked tentatively.

"Wrong, we still have a big thing to do, you go and bring the teachings of Qingyan City to the old man, and ask him to come to Nafan to wait for the old man outside the house."

….

In the afternoon, the tired Fan Jin woke up from his broken bed covered with dry straw and was shocked.

What catches your eye is a myriad of kind smiling faces, all of whom are dressed in silk and satin.

The crowd surrounded him, full of cold and warm greetings, and the landlords and squires came to investigate his difficulties cordially.

"Ahem."

The cough sounded, and everyone immediately separated, and it turned out to be a visit from the sect of Qingyan City.

Outside the broken grass house, Black Mountain, who saw this scene, immediately nodded with satisfaction, and immediately led his henchmen to turn around and leave.

"My lord, what the hell is going on? Isn't it just a broken old Confucian student? You can't pick it up on your shoulder, you can't lift it in your hands. The black-armored monk was puzzled.

"Xiao Yang, your father and I are old friends, so I will mention you a few more words."

"It's not insignificant, it's important."

"What kind of person is Yi Daochang, personally change the name of this person, saying that this may be the first place, you say, can you let Yi Daochang's words fall to the ground? You are throwing Yi Daochang's face to the ground and stepping on it. ”

"The old man just sent someone to check, this person does have a talent to learn, although the test is lackluster, but the strategy is not bad, at first glance bullshit does not make sense, the old man pondered it carefully, but it is a first-class text between heaven and earth."

"Since Yi Dao has become a general, then we will reduce talents in Qianyou City without sticking to one pattern."

"In the future, the characters who came out of our Qianyou City will go to visit Yi Daochang, and they can also take this as a beautiful talk to keep this little incense, and if there is any disaster in the future, we will have a starting point as a stepping stone."

"This is a small profit, and such a big thing is simply blood-gained."

"And it's also great to be able to go to the dinner table between His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Yi Daochang, and it will become a joke."

Hei Benegro was radiant at the moment, the shriveled folds on his face were slightly stretched, and his eyes flashed with the wisdom of the old horse.

"Remember Xiao Yang, we have to pay attention to a proper name!"

"The matter is going to be done, the officials have to contact, and the people below have to give a few benefits, and the rest is their own."

"What do you think is employing people, choosing the best and most suitable? Wrong! ”

"It is to choose the right one among the people you know, and choose the right one you know, not to let you choose the best among the candidates.

"Governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh, the old man thinks that it is not a big deal to promote this Fan Jin, let him be a staff officer first, experience and experience, and really work hard, let's talk about it."

When the black-armored monk heard this, he couldn't help but admire him for a while, and said respectfully to the black mountain:

"Uncle's wisdom is like the sea, he is my great Qin immortal green pine, no wonder he can enter the eyes of His Royal Highness the Prince."

"Yang Xiu realized, even if we think about ourselves for seven points, we must think about others for three points, otherwise it will not last long like the snow in spring, and it will disappear as soon as the sun comes out."

"That's right, even if you think about yourself for seven points, you have to think about others for three points, this sentence has exhausted the ups and downs of the old man's life, Yang Xiu, you are really the Qilin of the Yang family, and your future achievements are limitless!" When Hei Shanzi heard this, his face immediately showed admiration, and the cultivators cast a spell and immediately flew away.

Yi Chen didn't know that a joke he said because Fan Jin had the same name as the ancients in his previous life actually changed the fate of Lao Ru's life.

Nobles and nobles naturally have to have a heavenly constitution in their mouths, and they will dethrone people to the dust with a word, and promote people to the clouds with a word.

And he has become a really valuable figure in Great Qin, even His Royal Highness King Jing, the crown prince of Great Qin, has to be treated with bends, and every hair has to be taken care of.

The leek boss was not really expensive in his previous life, and he didn't know that his identity had reached the point where he is now, even if it was a joke, it would be interpreted layer by layer and infinitely magnified.

In the room, the old Confucian had already taken off his trouser belt, replaced it with silk and satin, tied it tightly around his neck, and beware of unintentional oral trouble.

Nothing is like this.

"Yi Daochang, it's really accurate!" At night, the old Confucian student who had been busy all day sighed at the moon!

….

….

On the way back to Sea Dragon City in Yi Chen, an unknown news began to circulate in various parts of the East Continent.

According to incompletely reliable grapevines, Buddhism Daguang Mountain and Kutuo Temple sent four monks to ambush Yinlong Guan Yichengzi, resulting in two deaths and two serious injuries.

Because the news was so outrageous, it was refuted by many monks in Middle-earth.

There are even cultivators who are good friends with Buddhism who are not accustomed to such rumors, and go to Daguang Mountain and Kutuo Temple to seek verification, hoping that Buddhist monks will come out to refute the rumors.

However, the monks who came down the mountain were silent, and they did not squeak when they asked.

At this time, many people couldn't sit still, and the rumors began to ferment, and there were no versions of it.

Then there was a well-informed person who said that he had seen the figure of the Shura monk of Kutuo Temple flying away, covering his buttocks, his expression was very painful, and he didn't know how devastated he was, so that such a cultivator couldn't help but control his expression.

Thanks to a certain Taoist who did not want to be named, he vigorously spread hook literature, and for a while, it was rumored that the Shura monk was handsome, but he was pouted and escaped.

The world is like a giant boomerang, and in the end, it takes revenge on everyone equally.

Of course, this theory was extinguished by two extremely powerful mysterious forces as soon as it arose.

"Ahhh Righteous son, I will kill you! ”

"Ah, Uncle Shi, you tap."

The narrow Danfeng eyes of the Shura monk were full of tears at this time.

It's too vicious.

How could there be such a vicious supernatural power in the world.

"Shura monk, bear with it."

In the clean meditation room, a huge word 'medicine' is particularly eye-catching.

The Medicine Master Bodhisattva looked at someone who was missing a large piece of hook, and with his years of penance, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

This, this, this....

Vicious spells.

After trying seventy-two kinds of treatment methods in a row, Rao was cultivating with Medicine Master Bodhisattva, and fine beads of sweat could not help but ooze from his forehead.

It's too vicious.

How could there be such a vicious supernatural power in the world.

"Uncle Shi, is there still a cure?" The Shura monk's expression was distorted.

"With the cultivation of my master and nephew, I will definitely be able to extinguish the strange power that afflicts you with a large amount of Buddha power, and you will not be so miserable at that time." Medicine Bodhisattva's answer is very emotionally intelligent.

"Uncle Shi....."

"Eh, idiot, that righteous son has indeed broken the limit, and the path mastered by this person is even more powerful, and there is already a little rudimentary form of the power of the root."

"Unless your realm is comparable to his, you may be able to slowly recover and find your true self with your own cultivation and a large amount of time."

"Now Uncle Shi can't help it, this magic power is to erase everything from the root, if your body doesn't feel injured, it's like this, it's not broken, then how can you talk about recovery?"

The faint voice of the Medicine Bodhisattva came, and the Shura monk did not say anything more, only the white knuckles proved his mood at the moment.

"Shura monk, in fact, it's not as bad as you think, it's a big deal to eat and drink the spirit fruit and elixir spirit wine as soon as possible, and it's not troublesome."

"Uncle Shi, don't talk about it yet, my nephew wants to be alone."

With a creak, the door slowly closed.

Soon after, strange news began to circulate among the top monks.

"You must be careful of the catastrophe of Yichengzi, the true yang supernatural power, it is very vicious! Not the son of man! ”

However, this kind of news was not as widespread as the previous rumors, but the shock caused by the high-ranking monks was even more far-reaching.

The world is pure yang, and its reputation is infamous, which can be called a ghost's sorrow.

Yi Chen was naturally ignorant of all this that was happening in the outside world, and he was looking at the halberd that had just finished devouring the four top Buddha treasures and fell into a deep sleep:

"Sleep when you're full, Halberd, I hope you won't disappoint Poor Dao next time you wake up."

"With so many good things to feed you, you have to stand up!"

The halberd did not reply, as if it was ignorant of everything in the outside world, and at some point, a thin layer of 'colored cocoons' slowly climbed on top of the holy halberd.

The cocoon layer is getting thicker and thicker

"Forget it." After putting away the halberd, Yi Chen took the dog's tail grass in his mouth and lay down on the seat in the carriage, and the leather leopard immediately pulled the carriage and began to run wildly.

At this moment, the leather leopard is not Wuxia Amon, now it pulls the car out of experience, trekking through mountains and rivers, such as walking on the ground, and the chassis is very well tuned.

The two spirit beasts of Yi Daochang have now found their own way, each with its own characteristics, and each is good at winning.

(End of chapter)