While the master and apprentice were chatting, the old city lord Shen went to help the thin old servant sweep the courtyard again. During this period, the old servant looked at the water pavilion several times, intentionally or unintentionally, and his face was not different. The old city lord stopped his broom and said with a smug face: "Brother Jiang, what's the matter." My old son of the Shen family, if he gets serious, isn't it? Tell you, he is not thinking about his head convulsions, and I just wanted to go over and talk to him. Guess what's wrong with this kid? In a few words, he blew Lao Tzu away, and he has a lot of ability. What do you say, don't disturb Mr. Lao Tzu's homework, what is it called, six episodes of Hejian? There is nothing new, these literati do things, they like to be vague, and people look at the clouds. ”

This old servant named Jiang Wei was once a martial artist in the rivers and lakes, his ability is not big, but his temper is not small, otherwise he would not have been exiled to this fallen horse city back then, and there was nowhere to stay.

The scene of being isolated from heaven and earth by Chen Taiji with the Mysterious Dao Technique is naturally not something that can be glimpsed by Lao Jiang's cultivation. It's just that Shen Gongjie can sit there for a long time, but it is a great spectacle in the Shen Mansion. The old city lord must always give an explanation, so as not to be suspicious.

The fact that Shen Gongjie is a registered disciple of Chen Taiji has always been kept secret, even his mother never knew about it.

Jiang Wei glared at his master, expressionless, and continued to sweep the floor.

Shen Lang smiled awkwardly and didn't think it was wrong. He looked at the Dao marks drawn by the broom in the old servant's hand on the bluestone slab, and fell into deep thought.

Shen Gongjie learned from his master the ins and outs of his father's resignation as city lord. The city lords of all parts of the Xuanhuang world have always been hereditary, but there are also occasional old city lords who have different paths from the new suzerains on the mountain, and are replaced or resigned on their own initiative. But secular city lords rarely wrestle with the gods of a place, so this kind of thing is very rare.

Shen Gongjie never cares about the gain or loss of this kind of reputation, but he is a little unhappy, why should his father hide this kind of thing.

No wonder since the Taoist temple was closed last year, and as Chinese New Year's Eve approached, his life began to be sad. The old ghost became very idle and patient for some reason, pestering his son to blow the wind in his ears all day long, and never leaving his daughter-in-law for three sentences. This is not even used to accompany the old servant to sweep the floor, and it is not to change the method to chase and intercept the son who is hiding everywhere!

This kind of life is simply unbearable.

Shen Lang looked at the expressions of the master and apprentice from afar, and estimated that it was time to talk about business, so he stopped the broom and wiped his sweat, and trotted all the way to the water pavilion.

I never thought that Shen Gongjie would say goodbye to the master directly over there, and walked straight to the gate of the courtyard!

"Come back, where are you going. The old man was anxious, but he didn't dare to shout loudly, and his flesh hurt when he looked at it.

Shen Gongjie was accustomed to this, and responded from afar while running, "I'm going back to school tomorrow, I have to go back early, and I have a school house with the Taoist Academy, and I have to pick up the ......."

As the words faded away, the person had disappeared outside the door, leaving the gray-haired old man shaking his head and muttering, "I've picked up the hammer, from wearing open crotch pants to growing into a person, I haven't seen you clean your own house, wasn't it like a chicken coop that day, and the maid below was tired and complained......"

Chen Taiji didn't leave in a hurry, the middle-aged beautiful man known as the old brother patted the old man on the shoulder and comforted: "Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, why bother." casually take a lesson, you Shen Lang, are all the lives of children and grandchildren. ”

Shen Lang raised his head suddenly, his eyes eager, "Or, why don't you take a lesson so casually?"

Chen Taiji couldn't cry or laugh, "If you knew this, you shouldn't have taken the initiative to resign and stay in the position of the city lord, at least you wouldn't be so bored." ”

Shen Lang's slightly upturned head, his hair fluttered lightly, and his round face rarely showed a trace of vicissitudes, "The old brother is from the mountain, we ordinary people, you don't know the suffering of marionettes." My old man can still say a few words from his heart, and you are the only one, brother. In the past, the old sect master was here, and we were all good at what we did, as long as we didn't touch the bottom line set on the mountain. But now if you still keep the bottom line, you will become an unforgivable sin, and I am such a bad old man, I can't turn a corner. Forget it, I can't miss the big things on the mountain because I am stubborn and stubborn. The new sect master has great ambitions, and Xi Qiao is prosperous, I hope it is also the blessing of the people of the three cities. ”

The old city lord complained, and what he said was also true, Chen Taiji didn't know how to comfort him, but his expression was calm, and he said lightly: "A temporary gain or loss is actually nothing." If my brother can trust me, he might as well be free for a few years, since the master and his old man became the sect master, he has never heard of a halfway pick. As for how his old man planned, I don't know, but I believe that his old man's Xiqiao Dangxing is definitely not the current Xingfa. Before the retreat, Master told our third brothers that before he left the customs, the seven sons of Xiqiao Mountain must still be the seven sons of Xiqiao Mountain, and not the three or four sons of Xiqiao Mountain. ”

Shen Lang said: "I believe in you, old brother, and of course I believe in the old sect master even more. But what if, the old sect master breaks through the realm and soars up? The sky is heavy, and the sky is thousands of miles long, where can he still take care of this little little man's square inch of the world?"

Chen Taiji was speechless for a while, he didn't think about such a result, but subconsciously, he always thought that maybe Master's retreat was just an excuse; what's more, with Master's supreme supernatural powers, even if he flew to the Taitian Court, he would still be a carefree immortal who could go to the world at will, and he would bless the entire Xiqiao Mountain from generation to generation.

Therefore, this case in Shen Lang's mouth, without a word, is like a thunderbolt to Chen Taiji, or a slap in the face.

Fangliang Dao Courtyard, an elegant courtyard at the foot of Jiuju Mountain, the middle-aged master and the tall young scholar are sitting opposite each other. Fang Liang cautiously opened the white jade porcelain bottle that Yizhen had given him, took a sip of wine, and quickly put the cork on, as if he was afraid of losing the smell of wine.

"Dad, since you met that so-called old-timer, you are about to become an alcoholic. "Even in the face of his father, Fang Mao is also a man who has a lot to say.

Fang Liang frowned and said, "Go and go, when will it be your turn to teach Lao Tzu a lesson." Besides, have you ever seen a drunkard who only takes one sip a day?" As he spoke, he subconsciously flicked the cork with one hand, but finally did not open it.

Fang Mao smiled innocently, "You even have the demeanor of that old-timer when you speak, you wouldn't have called yourself Lao Tzu before." ”

Sven's half-life master, his face was a little unbearable, and he changed the topic and said, "Don't talk about this, let's talk about your little junior brother." In the past, I always felt that it would be strange for Wang Taizhong to fool the dead without losing his life, and he insisted on sending him here. I never thought that Ren Pingsheng was actually a disciple of the old-timers, which is a bit ashamed. What else can you do here, daddy?"

Fang Mao's head was big for a while, and it was really not easy for a scholar to read his father's attainments! Some time ago, in front of the old-timers, that sycophant shot was natural, and it did not leak; what kind of sea and rivers, the heart has a free world, the exit is a chapter, the little junior brother is really coming, you, as a master, are not as calm as my senior brother.

"Dad, he's not a qi practitioner yet. It's just that the number of Qimen techniques and the way of the talisman are not shallow, and they seem to be the true inheritance of the ancient innate nature, which is quite different from the knowledge of the world. What's even more strange is that that body of swordsmanship is very strange, although it is not a qi practitioner, it is some kind of ancient sword path that can kill Jin Dan in the abyss. The last time I saw him, he was co-creating a Taijiquan sword with a jade disciple of Xiqiao Mountain, and the sword intent was extremely strong. Fang Mao's eyebrows danced, and the bamboo tube poured beans. Whenever I talked to my father about the young brother who had not yet started, this senior brother was overflowing with joy.

It's just that no one knows that the first windfall in the life of the senior brother came from the vast friendship of the younger brother and took it in a good way.

Fang Liang's face was full of doubts, "If you are not a qi practitioner, how can you come to the Yuan Jin Dan?"

Fang Mao said: "It's strange here, people have not cultivated the Tao, and the sword has become its own Tao, and that abyss weather is absolutely fake, but there is no hope and the foundation of the two realms of the opening of the mansion, it seems to come out of thin air, secretly merging the heaven and the earth, or ......"

Fang Liang was tickled by his son's desire to speak, and said dissatisfiedly, "If you have a fart, let it go." ”

Fang Mao shook his head and muttered, "It should be like this, in short, his swordsmanship is full of weirdness." ”