Farther down the trail, a figure suddenly appeared, appearing in the sunlight, like a ghost.

The old master looked at the figure, waited for a moment, and then stopped.

He walked for half a day, covered in dust and a little tired.

It's just that when he tidied up his clothes a little, calmed down slightly, and then erected the ring ruler in his hand, the whole person was very energetic, and his eyes were very bright.

The tall figure stood still in the wind, as if waiting for someone to come to visit.

The figure approached from a distance, step by step, very calm.

Then he came to the old master, looked calmly, and then bent down and bowed, very respectfully.

The person who came was a little Taoist boy.

He doesn't look very old, about ten years old, he is delicate and cute, his face is full of childishness, but his eyes are clear and bright, and his pupils are hidden in the depths of his awe-inspiring morality, which is extraordinary.

The old master looked at the little Taoist boy in front of him condescendingly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he seemed to be a little dissatisfied.

Soon he said, "The old Taoist priest didn't come?"

Xiao Daotong smiled lightly, the clouds were light, and said: "The identity of the master is too sensitive, and he can't easily get out of that cottage, and I hope the master will forgive me." The Jianghe substitute teacher visited me and asked the master to teach me. ”

The old master stood in place, squinting at this little Taoist boy named Jiang He, the ring ruler in his hand swinging back and forth, very rhythmically.

It took a long time before he spoke: "The old Taoist priest is not particular, many years ago, he relied on a little friendship with me and asked me to calculate the destiny of heaven for him and find a suitable successor for him. Ten years have passed, and who knows that the little Taoist priest raised by the old Taoist priest is even less particular...... You cultivators are just a bunch of kraft candy, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but in fact, your skin is thicker than anyone else's. ”

Jiang He lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

The old master continued: "You just need to go back and tell him that although the Chosen One has entered the world, he is now my student. ”

Jiang He's smile disappeared from the corners of his mouth, and he said, "Master takes him as an apprentice?"

"Questions?"

The old master sneered: "You, a little Taoist priest, have Dao Saints to support you, so my little apprentice can't be managed by more than one person?"

Jiang He sang a trumpet and said cautiously: "Emperor Tang is his father, and the most intelligent high priest of the Tang Kingdom in the legend is his companion Mr. Reading, when it comes to the backstage, he is much better than me." Now that you have more masters, are you too preferred?"

The old master said: "Since he is a chosen one, he is naturally blessed by God, and we ordinary people, even if we have a glimpse of the way of heaven and steal luck, how dare we compete with heaven? In the end, he can only be blessed by us, and how dare we say that we favor him." ”

He glanced at Jiang He and continued: "His path can only be walked by himself. Now entering my mountain gate, I just want to ask him for a chance, and in a few days, he will naturally go to the temple. If you really want to take him back for the old Taoist priest, just take a trip to the seminary, it depends on whether you have the ability or not. But don't even think about breaking into my mountain gate, that master is going to whip your ass if I can't say it. ”

As he spoke, the old master swept the ring ruler in his hand.

Jiang He was a little frightened, and quickly said: "The juniors don't dare!"

The old master raised the ring ruler, his eyes were slightly condensed, and said: "It doesn't matter if you dare or not, the important thing is whether the old Taoist priest dares or not! He is the Venerable of the Dao Saint, he has reached the peak of the world, and if he wants to take a step closer, this is a good opportunity, and there is no reason for him to miss it." ”

Jiang He said in a deep voice: "Master has his own plans, Jiang He doesn't dare to speculate. ”

The voice is calm and the tone is solemn, although he is a ten-year-old Xiaodao child, he seems to have gone through the vicissitudes of life.

There is a lot of emotion between the words, and the meaning is profound.

The old master shook the ring ruler and ignored him.

But he suddenly shouted to the sky: "How long do you three little guys plan to hide? The little devil in the north can't see the light for the time being, why do the little sword idiots who practice swords and the little monk with a light brain like to sneak around?"

Speaking of this, the old master raised the ring ruler in his hand slightly, and then waved it down gently.

I made a knock on the door of my head.

It's like a teacher is hitting a student.

Xiaodao Tong Jianghe's eyes were glowing, and he looked straight ahead, with an innocent smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen some interesting picture.

On the wilderness of the trail ahead, three figures suddenly appeared covering their heads.

One person recites the scriptures.

One man with a sword.

One person is cold-eyed.

When they were all young teenagers, they were just a little stumbling and a little embarrassed at the moment.

The little monk standing on the west side of the trail is exquisite and pleasant, a pair of eyes of Buddha shining, holding a string of white prayer beads in his hand, wearing a white monk's robe, eyebrows and eyes with a smile, the corners of his mouth with light, although he is a teenage little monk, there are several feet long Buddha light gathered at the back of his head, stepping on the wind, the style is outstanding.

The little monk rubbed his head, smiled and sang a Buddha horn to the old master, and said loudly: "Master should be the first to drink, Jiu'er has thanked you!"

The old master pursed his lips and whispered: "The little bald donkey raised by the old bald donkey is sharper than anyone else. But this little doll is exquisite, how can a good monk be more beautiful than the horse master in the world?"

After thinking about it, a sword intent on the south side of the trail was startled, the one standing was straighter than a sword, his eyebrows were as wide as a sword, his eyes were hidden in his sword, and even his whole face was cold like a sword out of the sheath The young man glanced at the ring ruler in the old master's hand, was silent for a moment, and finally lowered his head, and said in a condensed voice: "Nanshan Hills and Hills are a hundred miles away from the river, and I have seen the master." ”

The old master also glanced at the sword in his hand, and a hint of strange color flashed in his eyes, but he still only snorted and did not speak.

Suddenly the wind surged on the north side of the trail, bringing an extremely strong murderous aura.

This murderous aura was not deliberate, it seemed to be innate, and it surrounded the black-clothed young man with a cold face, and it couldn't be dispersed...

It's as if he is murderous in itself.

The young man in black didn't speak, but just bowed slightly towards his master to show his respect.

The old master squinted his eyes and looked over, and said coldly: "You are the little devil in the north and sneering?

The sneering smile was really cold, and the cool ring arm didn't speak.

Jiang He glanced at him, the blue light surging between his palms, and whispered: "The right way in the world." ”

Jiu'er pinched the Buddha beads and smiled, the lotus flowers in his eyes were bright, and he chuckled: "Its demon should be punished." ”

Baili Duanjiang just raised his sword slightly, and said coldly: "I have a sword." ”

Sneering still didn't speak, just put his palms down and hung them at his waist.

A surge of fighting spirit soared.

The old master suddenly stood up straight, waved his hand and said, "Master, I have always taught without class, whether you are a cultivator or a Buddha, a sword practitioner or a demon, in my eyes, they are all my students, of course, the informal kind." ”

"So don't think of fighting in front of me, if you do, wait for me to go farther, lest the old immortals in your house say that I don't hold you. ”

He looked at the endless road ahead, was silent for a moment, and continued: "You should have heard what I said to the little Taoist priest, since you want to wade through this flood, you have to rely on your ability. Tang Qing will go to the Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard sooner or later, just to see how many waves you saints can make in the dojo of the human gods in the future. ”

With that, he took another step forward.

In the wind, the old master's deep sigh was heard: "Even if you don't come to me, you always have to give an explanation." ”

The sound was soft and quickly drifted away with the wind.

But he knows that there are many people on this road who will hear it.

Behind him, the four holy heirs bent down at the same time and bowed down.

Watch the Master leave.