"Don't dare, Qinghe knows that he is shallow in learning, and he should not be so falsely praised. ”

Zhang Qinghe accepted it decently, he didn't expect that the Holy Master of Chang'an Juku would be so easy-going, and he never imagined that he would meet him so soon.

After all, the big guys, the dragon sees the head but not the end.

However, Li Shaobai has a special identity, and he is not just a sub-saint of Chang'an School, so he is familiar with this group of high-level officials, and he has ulterior motives, so he brought Zhang Qinghe over today.

Xu Huaijin was surrounded by several old men wearing saint brocade robes, some kind, some solemn, in fact, Zhang Qinghe had already "knew" one by one in the spiritual vision.

Even what kind of "Fa Phase" they are cultivating can be understood one by one.

Saint Cui and Saint Wu smiled at him very kindly, while a white-faced saint who looked not far from the saint master just had a rigid face and looked at him slightly.

But despite the fact that the Holy Master was a little rickety, the white-faced saint was still half a head shorter than him in terms of figure.

"I just introduced to you, this is Cui Shengren, this is Wu Shengren, this is He Shengren......"

Li Shaobai spoke eloquently, and finally talked about the head of the white-bearded middle-aged saint.

"As for this—

It's a saint. ”

Xu Shuyu raised his head slightly and smiled at Zhang Qinghe. He has always been more serious than Xu Jianshan, if he wasn't afraid of being rude when he first met his juniors, maybe he would have to be even more tense.

And unlike Xu Jianshan, he has a lot of opinions about Li Shaobai.

This is not only related to Li Shaobai's loose nature, but also related to the distribution of some interests.

None of the teachers who are called saints are true saints. There is no gratuitous preference, and there is no gratuitous boredom.

While Li Shaobai was greeting with his masters, all the students also found their own companions and prepared to return to their peaks.

"...... that?"

Xie Luming looked at Zhang Qinghe from a distance, a little puzzled, the pomp and circumstance surrounded by a group of saints is rare.

"Oh...... Brother Xie has always been obsessed with practice, and he may not know that there is a new Tianjiao in the school, and he is a descendant of the righteous and honest. ”

A student who was full of nobility but ordinary in appearance stepped forward, stood side by side with Xie Luming, and picked up his words.

It was Qingyunsheng who invited him to the heavenly residence for a banquet, Lu Qingyun.

Lu Qingyun is a well-informed person, and he learned the direction of the wind in Chang'an these days on the flying boat. With his family's hands and eyes, this is not a difficult task, and he is also keen on these things to catch the wind and shadows.

With the family of the powerful, ranking at the bottom of the unicorn list is enough to show that his qualifications are not worthy of competing with the top Tianjiao, so he made friends, won favor, and increased his heritage.

This is different from Xie Luming, it can be said that their starting point determines that the methods of the two are similar and the purpose is different.

"It is said that this Zhang Shaolang, when he first stepped into practice, broke the induction, stepped into the Daoji, and then in the early days of Guiyuan, he beheaded several corpses made by the evil people of the Heavenly Palace, and was included in the Qilin List by Tianyan Pavilion, winning the reputation of the iron-blooded sword. ”

Naturally, he is very sensitive to this kind of news.

"Oh, that's pretty remarkable. Xie Luming's face showed a hint of surprise just right.

If he wants to suppress the cultivation of the Faxiang Realm now and suppress the corpse puppets who returned to the body in the early stage of the Guiyuan Dynasty, there is naturally a way.

But at this time, when he returned to the early days of the Yuan Dynasty, he fell into the hands of several corpse puppets, so he was seriously injured and fled.

Although it is after the clear stream, it is in the middle of the road, and it is no different from a cold family like me, and now it is soaring into the sky, but you can try to contact it.

Xie Luming's eyes flickered.

Judging by his proper behavior in front of the saints, it looked like a tepid one.

"I don't know whose door this Brother Zhang worships in?"

Xie Luming thought for a moment and asked.

"It's strange to hear that it hasn't been accepted by any sub-saint or saint. Lu Qingyun frowned.

However, it is said that he has always been close to Li Yasheng, Li Yasheng ranks forty-ninth on the list, the number of poems and swords is unique, there are half simple poems to return to the sky, a green lotus falls into the world, and the strength is not inferior to the saint of the mixed cave realm. ”

Qing Yunsheng paused.

"What's more, today Li Yasheng brought this Zhang Shaolang to greet the saints, which is already very revealing, Brother Xie, this is not a true biography, it is better than a true biography!"

Xie Luming felt a little troublesome.

He knew his teacher's sense of Li Shaobai, but the gentleman's character of his friends had been established for a long time.

In this case, if you give up getting close to Zhang Qinghe, it is tantamount to openly expressing your attitude, and when you reach a certain status and establish a certain image, not only what you do, but even what you don't do, will cause misunderstanding among others.

Moreover, for him, connections are resources, and Zhang Qinghe is the best resource.

"I know what Brother Xie is worried about. ”

Lu Qingyun was good at dancing with long sleeves, and he saw Xie Luming's embarrassment at a glance.

"Even if Li Yasheng protects his calves like this, but this Brother Zhang's attitude is so ambiguous now, it proves that he is not very satisfied with this teacher. Brother Xie may be able to get a peer disciple with a little guidance.

In the future, under the door of Xu Shengren, wouldn't it be happy to support each other?

After all...... Chang'an Juku is a place that abides by the rules, and the teacher chooses the disciple, and the disciple chooses the teacher, which is also the rule. ”

Xie Luming listened silently, a gleam flashing in his eyes.

However, it is obvious that there are more than this group of people staring at Zhang Qinghe.

He's too conspicuous.

Wang Zhixin is withdrawn and wooden, does not like to communicate with people, he has few friends, so he just mingles in the crowd of ordinary students, and in view of his identity, all the students tacitly are more than half a foot away from him.

It's not that no one tried to contact this prince of the Wang family, but those who tried to get in touch were all lost.

Either stumped by his quirky questions, or simply ignored.

Wang Zhixin silently looked at the student who was beside the saints, and felt very strange.

There is an inexplicable reverence and affection in my heart, this feeling is not rational, but like a young beast seeing its parents, it is an innate and spontaneous strong emotion.

It is like the worship of the sacred, the admiration of the teacher, and the admiration of the avenue.

During this period, there was also a kind of bond that seemed to be there, and this kind of feeling was natural and hidden, so that Wang Zhixin did not think too much.

Wang Zhixin didn't get entangled in these details, he was a stunned young man, where did the scholar come from so many twists and turns, he just wanted to wait for Zhang Qinghe and the saints to finish, so he stepped forward and got to know each other well.

As for the identity of this student......

In terms of strength, I feel that I am still in the return to the yuan, and in terms of status, I am probably a true legend of a saint.

However, he is the world's richest man, the son-in-law of the Lin'an Wang family in the thirty-six immortal descendants, and he never looks at his position of power when making friends.

No matter how rich and powerful you are, you don't have money and power without me anyway......