It was a sunny day, and after a day of heavy snowfall, the winter sun was warm, and most of the winter snow melted, and the branches and leaves that had been suppressed raised their heads.

The originally stagnant water on the Weishui River continued to surge, shimmering in the shallow sunlight. There was a young man dressed in plain brocade holding a pole made of green bamboo and hanging a thin line made of sheep intestines, fishing by the Weishui.

He stared at the inconspicuous reed grass in the Wei River, his eyes were calmer than the Wei River, and there was no trace of wind.

In the days of snowfall, the cold naturally does not increase but decreases, Zhang Qinghe does not tremble, but the boy in Tsing Yi beside him shivered a few times in a row - even if the student Tsing Yi was changed beyond recognition, he still did not lose the function of not being afraid of the cold and warmth, but the hands and feet that could not stand the exposed head were still cold and stiff.

Zhang San wrote and painted with a bitter face on the remaining snow of the tidal flats, writing some words that ordinary people look unorganized and find complicated - saying that it is a text, it is not as close as the pattern, and because it is too dense and complicated, ordinary people are afraid that they will be dazzled.

Taiyin's jade Jane flew around him curiously to observe, also with a little sense of supervision. You must know that in the rune array, although she is not a grandmaster, she can also be called a great achiever, and she has made a move in Li Ping'an's matter.

She watched silently, and was a little puzzled, and communicated directly with Zhang Qing and Xinhu in silence.

"What does little boy mean by this? If you want to teach this little doll the Taoist text of the Eastern Heavenly Emperor, but he has no cultivation at all, and there is no way to imagine the truest appearance of the Taoist text, even if the little boy puts the Taoist text in front of him, he will only see the images that he can recognize.

Besides, it seems that these textures have nothing to do with the sermon. ”

Zhang Qinghe saw that there was no movement for a long time, so he picked up the rod, checked the bait on the hook, and flicked the thin line again, and the line swung straight into the Weishui, with faint ripples - the weather was too cold, and the fish naturally did not want to come up.

"Dongtian's Taoist text is 3,000 words, and Xingjun can see not a single word, how does Xingjun know that Taoism is like that?"

Zhang Qinghe Bisheng asked about Taiyin Xingjun instead.

Taiyin Xingjun was choked, and he was a little angry--why is this person like this? When he swore that day, he must think of a way to let himself learn to lock the Heavenly God Chain, but he didn't have such an attitude.

Oh, man!

"To this day, these 3,000 words are only arranged around my soul, and I can figure it out, and there are only more than 100 of them, and I can extend the chain of locking the sky ten zhang away.

You guessed it right, none of these things seem to have any effect. ”

"Why?"

The Taiyin in the jade slip frowned.

"Do you know why water condenses into ice, how ice melts into water, why the stars shine, why everything in heaven and earth grows and disappears, and how everything changes from one state to another?"

Zhang Qinghe looked at Jiang Xin with a solemn expression, and silently responded to Taiyin Xingjun in the heart lake.

"Because...... Dao, Dao, Dao, Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao is magnificent, held by the immortal gods, and the Dao is the Great Dao, and when it comes to the Upper Three Realms, the monks can also touch it. ”

"Xingjun is very insightful, but if I ask any ordinary monk, they will probably tell me that these things are in the hands of the immortals.

There are so-called rules, which may be the Zhongtian Great Realm...... The only good news.

I originally thought that all the rules of the Zhongtian Great Realm were determined by the likes and dislikes of the immortals, but I got the Zhongtian inheritance from the secret realm, but I found that this was not the case. Although these sermons were trained by the immortals, they were pulled from heaven and earth by the old teachers and students who created the chain of heaven and earth in Dongtian, but they have their substances.

Their existence proves that Zhongtian is not completely in the hands of the immortals. ”

"But what does this have to do with this little doll's ghost drawing. ”

Taiyin Xingjun supported his forehead, either he didn't talk much, and he was as cold as frost, or he had a serious face, and he preached like an old-fashioned Chang'an school. Zhang Qinghe's madness has given him a change that is really tiring.

"Zhongtian has rules to speak of, so he can start by clarifying the rules. What water is made of, and what rules or avenues are involved when the water condenses into frost, these lines are not the sermon itself, but the parts that I have dismantled from the sermon.

Without a divine soul, it is natural that you cannot understand the sermon, but you can understand the composition of the sermon. ”

Zhang Qinghe said something shocking and vulgar, which was enough to open a sect in the Great Realm, but he didn't have much reaction. It was as if these things were just theories that he had been exposed to since childhood, and although they pointed to the essence of the world, they did not excite him.

"Wait for me to try Zhang San, if this path can be followed, then Xingjun will also have a place to learn this chain of heaven. ”

When Taiyin Xingjun heard this, his heart was suddenly shocked, it turned out that Zhang Qinghe still remembered this from beginning to end. It was also in the jade slip that Zhang Qinghe couldn't see it, and the tall woman smiled slightly happily with a mask, and then flew to the back, staring at the little boy even more attentively.

Zhang San suddenly felt a chill in his back...... It seems that Zhang Qinghe seems to have a person living in the jade slip in his hand, who is looking at himself with a strict face, and carefully observing the patterns on the ground.

In the end, it is a child, even though his comprehension is extremely high, but his hand is not steady, but once he writes too crookedly, Yu Jian directly knocks out a red mark on the back of his hand.

Taiyin Xingjun also enjoyed this process very much, for some reason, she always felt some inexplicable pleasure when she watched this little child eat deflated in her hands.

Finally, it was past noon, Zhang San copied all the lines given by Zhang Qinghe, and he wiped his tears with his purple hand and asked Zhang Qinghe in a loud voice-

"Sir, it's all done, why are we going back?"

Now he saw that Taiyin Yujian was only afraid, not curious, and timidly hid far away.

Zhang Qinghe looked at the water surface, which had been extremely calm all morning, and frowned.

"Done?"

"Not a word for word, it's all written. ”

Zhang San thought in his heart, what kind of word is that, I am afraid that one texture is worth hundreds of cloud seals.

"Oh...... You're a polite one, and when you know when to say something, and now you're loud and disturbing my fish, then add it again. ”

Taiyin Xingjun was watching the play on the side, is this the student taught by Li Shaobai? The method of educating people is completely different from that wandering sword fairy, but the reason for this has been learned from him.

Early in the morning, it's noon, and the buoys don't necessarily move, so how can there be fish?

Zhang San has always been respectful and afraid of Zhang Qinghe, but he put on a bitter gourd face and said a faint "oh", and then lay on the ground and carefully copied it......