The middle-aged man, who looked like a scholar from his appearance and clothes, glanced at the blue sky above his head, then leaned down, looked at his face reflected in the lake, and said with some embarrassment: "I don't know what my hometown is like after returning to my hometown for many years?"

The gray-eyed, but energetic scholar stepped into the Jiangnan Water Town, and behind him, several teenagers were followed from a distance. They either carried baskets or held books, but each of them had a fascination on their faces for the people who read in front of them.

Perhaps sensing the movement behind him, the scholar turned around, stopped, and waited until a few teenagers followed before he spoke: "What are you doing with me Zuo Yichun, I am a shallow learner, and I have nothing to teach you." If you have to admit me as a gentleman, you will only mislead people's children. ”

One of the teenagers stared at Zuo Yichun's eyes and said stubbornly: "If Mr. Zuo is a shallow learner, if he looks at the entire Dream Country, there will be no readers. We follow you, Mr. Zuo, and we are also fascinated, and we want to be like you and open peace for all generations!"

Confucian scholar Zuo Yichun smiled gently, but in the end he still shook his head: "With this heart, it is already very good." If it were a normal time, maybe I would really accept a few of you, and let you study and travel by my side, just plain. But at the moment, it really doesn't work. The overall situation of the water town, don't say it's me, in the dream country, no matter who comes here, they don't dare to say that they can get out safely. At that time, if it affected you, even if I could retire successfully, I would feel guilty and not worth it. ”

"Mr. Zuo, rest assured, we will be able to take care of ourselves. Don't look at us as weak and can't help it, but we have already embarked on the initial stage of immortal cultivators. Ordinary mortals can't help us at all. The young man was still unwilling to give up, and said unrelentingly.

In desperation, Zuo Yichun sighed. On the surface, he nodded, but secretly formed a formation in the palms of his hands, and directly sent those teenagers thousands of miles away.

Looking into the distance, the scholar said slowly, "I'm sorry, I don't have the right to gamble with your lives. If I survive, I will take you as disciples. During this period of time, you will study in peace in my cottage. Even if I die here, the thousands of books in the grass house, the only one, are enough for you to go to the next level. ”

With that, his figure vanished in a flash, and he didn't know where he was going.

......

A burly, dark-faced strong man stood in the leeward of the wall, knocking melon seeds, looking at the monk with a basket walking step by step.

I haven't seen him for many years, and this bald donkey hasn't changed at all. Thinking like this, the strong man threw away the melon seed skin in his hand, regardless of whether the palm was clean or not, he directly touched the monk's bald head, and said with a hearty laugh: "I never thought that I would meet you this day with your bald donkey." ”

Hearing the long-lost title, the monk's natural eight-character eyebrows were even lowered, and he looked very sad and bitter, like an old man in the officialdom who had been weathered and depressed.

"Don't always put on this look, it's no different from the broom star, didn't you tell you to smile more when you were separated?" The strong man then took out a pot of spirits and some dried sauce beef from the cloth bag he was carrying, and then said, "Give you something to eat?"

The monk glanced at the strong man and said, "Master Jiang, the old man is a monk, how can he eat meat and drink wine?"

"Bullshit!" Jiang Wang, whose real identity is the general of the Dream Kingdom, snorted coldly, and immediately said angrily: "I don't know if I can live, why don't you take advantage of the good time now, and get drunk today?"

"I won't say anything to you. The monk whispered and continued to walk forward. Playing barefoot and carrying a wooden basket is a very common attire among the Buddhist ascetics in the Dream Country. But the one who can have three golden lines on the gray cloth robe he wears is the "abbot" among the ascetics.

These three gold patterns are said to have a great origin. It was the handwriting that God deliberately left behind when the world was opened. There are nine in total, three of which are among the Yumekoku royal family, and they are favored by Chitose and inlaid on their scarlet robes. The other three, it is said that Jiang Wang, Zuo Yichun, and the self-contained Qingshan Dao people each got one, as for the last three, they are far away in the sky and close in front of them. In the history of Dream Kingdom, there have never been immortal monks who can gather the nine striped paths, but there has not been the slightest change, so these nine golden stripes are still scattered in all directions. But this time, the situation is different. Because the "Strange Number" has already appeared, as long as its essence and blood are used as a medium to smelt the nine golden patterns together, they can break the barrier between heaven and earth and fly immortals in the daytime.

In fact, no one knows whether such a statement is true or false, but everyone has not carefully scrutinized it, so they acquiesce to it.

And now that the odd number has been born, these leaders who are leading the way on the road of the immortal monks have gathered in the Jiangnan Water Town. It can only be said that people have a fate, and it is all determined by heaven.

Jiang Wang looked at the children running past him, and seemed to recall the old past buried in his heart, so he pretended to be casual and said, "When I met you, we were just so old...... I never thought that the thick-haired guy at the beginning would be transformed into the current bald donkey. ”

The monk interrupted him and said, "What do you do about the past?"

"Yes, yes. Jiang Wang smiled and said, "What do you do to talk about it? ”

......

The Qingshan Daoist who was holding a carved dust in his hand walked through the alley, he opened his eyes and said softly: "Zuo Yichun, when it's time, do you still want to kill me first?"

Zuo Yichun, who was discovered, appeared behind the Qingshan Dao people, yawned, and said lazily: "No way, as a scholar, I have to warn myself that as long as I kill you, even if it is a troubled time, it will be peaceful." And I once said that if you go down the mountain gate, I will kill you!"

"I'm really curious how you casually said something unashamed, or you would have taught me? If I have learned it, my gold pattern will be given to you as tuition. Qingshan Daoren pulled the corners of his mouth and said sarcastically.

Zuo Yichun narrowed his eyes, closed the ancient book in his hand, and did not forget to fold the page of paper he was reading before that, so as not to have to look for it the next time he read it: "But if I kill you, won't the golden pattern still fall into my hands?"

"That's right. Aoyama Daoren nodded and said.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or what, among the five of them, each of them has a connection before they became immortal monks.

For example, Jiang Wang and the monk's young acquaintance, Zuo Yichun and the young people of Qingshan Dao killed each other. Only Chitose, because he grew up in the palace since he was a child, can the "foundation" be clean. But thinking of those years, Chitose still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and in the end, he could only laugh at himself for not cultivating his mind enough. Come to think of it, how can the days of eunuchs be light?

That's why he is so concerned about the kindness of others, even if it is Zhuge Chen's bowl of knife-cut noodles, he will remember it in his heart.

Qingshan Daoren turned around, looked directly at Zuo Yichun, and asked: "Then do you want to end the matter here?" If it were you, you would do the same. And don't think I don't know, what you've done is disgraceful. All these years of trying to kill me is just atonement. If it weren't for painting the ground as a prison, and asking for a peace of mind, you Zuo Yichun might have gone to a higher place a long time ago, right?"

Zuo Yichun clenched his fist, then released it and put it into his sleeve. Those who knew him well knew that this was a sign of the extreme anger of the reader.

And instead of being fearless, the Qingshan Daoist continued to provoke: "It's just a few words, don't be angry or annoyed, it's not good to break your cultivation." With an old rival like you, I might as well say it directly. Those nine golden stripes, I am bound to get, you can stop me from trying, as long as you are not afraid of death. ”