Not long after the little Taoist left, another young Taoist floated in.

The young Dao wears a lotus crown on his head, wears a white feather coat, and steps on the clouds, with an indescribable chic bearing and fairy wind bones, but he is a little similar to Yan Feiqing, but just looking at his appearance, he is a little similar to the little Daotong who just left.

Li Xuandu was a little surprised and said, "Didn't ask for advice?"

The young Taoist waved his hand slightly and said with a smile: "Poor Dao Zhang is meditating." ”

Li Xuandu was startled, and was about to speak, when the young man seemed to see through people's hearts, and he already said: "The person who left just now is also Zhang Jingxiu." ”

Li Xuandu frowned: "How do you say this?"

The young Taoist smiled slightly and said, "I am Zhang Jingxiu, he is Zhang Jingxiu, but Zhang Jingxiu is not us, and I am not him."

Li Xuandu became more and more confused, and he didn't understand the meaning.

The young Taoist stroked his palms and smiled: "Taishang Dao Ancestor has the wonderful method of 'one gas and three Qing', with one to turn three, it is to pass on the three friends together, the Sanqing Patriarch is the Taishang Dao Ancestor and not the Taishang Dao Ancestor, and the Taishang Dao Ancestor is the Sanqing Patriarch but not the Sanqing Ancestor. Poor and talented, fortunately realized the wonderful method of 'one gas and three clears', so there are three more Zhang meditations in this world, one is the great heavenly master Zhang Jingxiu, busy with all kinds of mundane affairs all day long, fighting with people, is the person you have just seen, and the realm cultivation is about about the heavenly artificial realm. One is Zhang Jingxiu, a scattered person in the rivers and lakes, who has changed his appearance, wandering the rivers and lakes, fighting swords, watching some interesting stories about the rivers and lakes, increasing his experience in the world, and the most leisurely, the realm is about to return to the truth. There is also a Zhang Jingxiu, which is the poor Dao, which is regarded as the messenger of the deity, just doing some miscellaneous things, and about the cultivation of the realm of heaven and man. As for the deity Zhang Jingxiu, he is now retreating and cultivating in a blessed place somewhere, ignoring mundane things, and the realm is the highest, which is for the realm of immortality. ”

Li Xuandu was stunned for a long time before coming back to his senses, but he didn't know what to say.

Zhang Jingxiu, who claimed to be a messenger, said: "The duties of the poor Dao are different from those of the Great Heavenly Master, the Great Heavenly Master is only responsible for mundane affairs, and he doesn't care about anything that has nothing to do with mundane affairs, but the poor Dao is different, and the poor Dao does all kinds of miscellaneous things, and it is not meaningful to talk about whether it is meaningful or not, the key is to be interesting." ”

"Interesting?" Li Xuandu repeated softly.

He understood these words, the Great Heavenly Master teaching the "Taishang Dan Sutra" is just a business, that is, the so-called mundane affairs, after doing this, he will no longer have any intersection with Li Xuandu, but the young Taoist in front of him is different, he doesn't seem to be stuck to this, he is more flexible.

The young Taoist nodded, "Yes, interesting." ”

Li Xuandu said: "I am a boring person. ”

The young Taoist shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily. In the world, some people have a big head when they see books, and regard reading as the most boring thing in the world, but for others, reading is the greatest pleasure in the world. Maybe your self-perceived boredom is precisely the fun in the eyes of the poor Dao. ”

Li Xuandu thought about it, considered his words, and did not use the title of "Great Heavenly Master", but used the title of "Yuanyang Miaoyi Zhenren": "How about inviting a real person to go to the house to talk about it?"

The young Taoist nodded.

The two came to Li Xuandu's residence together, and the young Taoist did not sit down, but asked, "Is there anything to eat?"

Li Xuandu took out a bag from the "eighteenth floor" and said, "I was in a hurry, there was no supply, and there were only a few dough cakes left." ”

I didn't see how the young Taoist moved, as if a pair of invisible hands gently untied the burden, revealing a few dough cakes inside.

The young Taoist stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of bread and said, "There are talented people from all over the country, and they have led the way for hundreds of years. Poor Dao is fortunate to meet Mr. Li today, let's have a try today, how about it?"

Li Xuandu was a little frightened and said: "How can the junior be the opponent of a real person, and how can he dare to be called 'Mr.' of a real person?"

"Whether it's a gentleman or a real person, it's just a title, what's not to do?" This Zhang Jingxiu is not quite the same as Xiao Daotong's temperament, quite easy-going and free-spirited, and said: "As for you saying that you are not the opponent of the poor Dao, then you are too modest, who does not know the prestige of the Zifu Sword Immortal, although it is only the cultivation of the True Realm, but it is not inferior to the ordinary Heavenly and Human Realm." The poor path is not a deity, only the cultivation of heaven and man in the realm of freedom and freedom, how can Mr. Li not win?"

Li Xuandu smiled slightly bitterly, having said that, but after all, the other party has the insight and pattern of the immortal realm, Li Xuandu's true realm can be different from ordinary people, can it be that Zhang Jingxiu's heavenly and human free realm can't be a cut above others? If both are different from ordinary people's realms, then Li Xuandu is still a lower realm.

Zhang Jingxiu did not force it, and raised the dough cake in his hand: "Back then, Poor Dao was not a great celestial master, and after leaving Jiangbei and going north alone, and traveling to various states in Jiangbei, he finally came to the imperial capital, where Poor Dao met a person who entered Beijing to take the exam. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Jingxiu seemed to remember something interesting, showed a slight smile, and deviated from the topic: "Do you know how many people are lifted?"

Li Xuandu was stunned, shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

Zhang Jingxiu said: "The former dynasty of the Great Jin Dynasty enjoyed the national Zuo for 270 years, a total of 110,000 people were admitted, about 400 people per year, if it is calculated according to the age of 30 and the death of 60 years old, the maximum time is more than 10,000 people, looking at the world, there are a total of 1,500 counties, if you want to be a person, it is not difficult to do a positive eight-grade teaching. Moreover, a person can also shield others from tax exemption and forced labor, a person can be exempted from land tax of 100 acres of fertile land or 200 acres of thin fields, and 20 households of forced labor, even if a person does nothing, just put these places out to sell for money, it is enough to accumulate a lot of family wealth, so there are no poor people who can go to Beijing to take the exam. The poor scholar in the book went to Beijing to take the exam and slept in a broken temple, and met a fox fairy ghost, which was just the whispering of a poor and sour literati. ”

Li Xuandu nodded and said: "In the locality, the people call the people masters. ”

Zhang Jingxiu continued: "The person who met in the poor road is very interesting, he is from a scholarly family, you must know that the family of a scholarly family may not be rich and expensive, but it must not be poor, Bo has family wealth and fame, it should be all inferior only to read high, only care about articles and romance, but he is different, always pay attention to the daily life of the people." Poor Dao asked him why, and he said that since he came out of the imperial examination, he wanted to become an official, and if he wanted to be a good official, he didn't rely on the sage truth in the books. ”

Poor Dao felt that it made sense, and talked with him for a long time, and in the following decades, there was no intersection. Until the second year of Tianbao, Poor Dao was invited by the Empress Dowager Xie and King Jin to enter Beijing, and saw him again in the imperial capital. The ancients had a poem called "It is the good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and the season of falling flowers is the king." When we met this time, Poor Dao and him were speechless. ”

"This person's surname is Zhang, and he is the old man of Zifu. ”

Li Xuandu let out a long breath of turbid air and said, "I didn't expect that the real person and Zhang Xiang would have such a past. ”

Zhang Jingxiu handed the bread in his hand to Li Xuandu: "The world is big and big, and small is small, especially when it comes to the status of the poor road, it is so small that it can't be smaller, friends and enemies are all in a small circle, and there are only a handful." If you regard this piece of cake as the world, reluctantly seeking perfection is equivalent to resting on your laurels, Zhang Suqing is a pastemaker, tinkering, and in the eyes of the poor road, the so-called Dacheng is missing, and standing after it is broken, rather than guarding a broken porcelain that has been re-glued, it is better to re-fire a piece, are you right?"

Li Xuandu hesitated for a moment and said, "But in the process of breaking and standing, I don't know how many people have lost their lives. How innocent were those dead people? The reason why Zhang Xiangye wanted to cling to the defects was not because he had pity for the suffering of the people. ”

Zhang Jingxiu did not refute, but asked: "Mr. Li, the competition that the poor Dao said, there is no need for martial arts, but also for literary fighting, now that this piece of cake is placed in front of you, do you want to hold on to the defects? Or do you want to stand after the break?"

Li Xuandu hesitated to stretch out his hand and put it on the other end of the bread, but he didn't make up his mind for a long time.

Zhang Jingxiu didn't urge, just quietly waited for the answer given by Li Xuandu.

Li Xuandu withdrew his hand several times, put his hand on the dough several times, and finally sighed, and with a slight force in his hand, he broke off a corner of the dough.

Zhang Jingxiu looked at the mutilated dough in his hand and smiled: "Dacheng is missing." ”