By the Dog Trail Lake, the white-robed old man was soothing the family of four, but the mouth was delicious, and the tears and snot came to the house; in a moment, the role had been reversed, but it had become the size of the family that was almost wiped out, and in turn comforted the two handfuls of the rats, and cried extremely funny.

Yao Yuan is a sincere man, his identity as a dragon feeder for generations, plus some family history, he has read some books, and he is convinced of the strange luck. Although he is now unaware of what happened after the drowning. But he subconsciously had an intuition that this old man was really old, even if he was really a charlatan who swaggered through the market as he saw in his first impression, then this old liar should be his family's life-saving benefactor. What's more, the young immortal who Yao Yuan had firmly believed in from the beginning was actually a personal disciple of the old Tao, so the master of the immortal was even more unlikely to be a charlatan. It's just that the old man didn't admit it when he was killed, and Yao Yuan had no way of knowing the truth, so he could only be silently grateful.

There are two masters and apprentices in this family, one wants to make a contract for himself, and the other blocks a big disaster for his own family, and he should repay it for the rest of his life.

Finally, both sides calmed down, and the family who lived for the rest of the catastrophe helped each other out. After all, there is an elderly father at home, and he needs to go back quickly to report his safety. At times like these, there is nothing more important than a family reunion.

Yizhen didn't move, turned around, and with a pair of confused eyes, he slanted at the green-shirted scribe who was standing behind him, waiting patiently. Seeing that Lao Dao finally had time to pay attention to himself, Fang Liang hurriedly took a long look and said in his heart: "Tongchuan Fang Liang, I have seen the old seniors. ”

Now that he had seen through the identity of that golden-armored god, Fang Liang had somewhat guessed the origin of this veteran outside the door, but he didn't dare to be sure.

If you want to kill that golden armor god, it is not difficult, above the white jade realm, monks with outstanding combat power, such as sword immortals, can give it a try. But in order to rescue people intact from the endless ancient supernatural powers of the golden armor gods, it is necessary to have the natural means of overcoming that ancient race. If it weren't for that, no matter how much you were a white jade immortal or an immortal master, you wouldn't be able to do it.

So this white-robed veteran, with his identity roots, is not trivial!

Understand that the chat between people is relatively simple, and he really didn't deliberately hide anything, regardless of whether he didn't understand the etiquette or held his own seniority, anyway, he calmly accepted the other party's hand, and then he gave up his hand slightly, and said with a grin: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, the disciple of the poor Dao who is not a weapon will worship under your door in the future." Speaking of which, we are also peers. In this life, in addition to being very accurate in divination, accepting apprentices, not bad in drinking, and understanding the etiquette, there is no other commendable knowledge, I am ashamed and ashamed, and I have to ask the master for advice when I turn around. ”

Fang Liang raised his big sleeves and rubbed his forehead, embarrassed. I have seen those true immortal masters in the game world, but I have never seen the game so perfect, and I have nothing to say for a while. Fortunately, this middle-aged master, when he was a teenager, was also a deviant and more famous master than his own knowledge, and he was quickly relieved and said with a smile: "It turns out that the cultivation accumulated by Ren Pingsheng when he was a teenager comes from the disciples of his predecessors. The way of educating people of our predecessors is really a model for my generation to be a teacher. ”

To tell the truth, Lao Dao can't listen to that kind of false sycophancy, and feels tired of it; if it weren't for this world-famous scholar in green shirts, who said so sincerely, he really couldn't help but rely on the old man and teach him a few words. But since they are telling the truth, forget it.

Lao Dao looked at the young students who gathered behind the master, all of them were graceful and suave, scolding Fang Xuan, and there were even those female students, dressed up, with their looks and figures, very eclectic. Yizhen no longer replied in his heart, and said with a smile, "It's rare and rare, what you are now."

Young people understand things and can study with their hearts. The poor road has lived in the mountains for a long time, and it is lonely and unheard; from time to time, I have walked the rivers and lakes for three or five years to see the fortunes of the world and the hearts of the people in the world; hey, old arms and legs, tired, not as good as you young people. Fortunately, the apprentice is still a little promising, and he will put some small property in this white bamboo wall, and there is no place to go in the poor road, so he drinks in the apprentice's shop on weekdays, and calculates fortunes; not to make money, just to be quiet. If you want to travel the world back then, you can't stop setting up a hexagram stall wherever you go. Those who seek fame, fortune, and marriage, are all kinds of people, flocking to them, and they can't stop them, and they are tired. If you are free on weekdays, you can go to my apprentice's wine shop to sit down, and you can also chat with me about the hundreds of schools of thought and the rivers and lakes......"

Fang Liang looked strange, and looked at his own protégé. Mr. didn't expect that the old Taoist would come out like this, and as for the students, they wanted to scoff at it, and they had to restrain themselves in front of Mr. and treat people with sincerity.

It was a good skin, but it was a man in white who looked like a hanger, and he came out of the crowd and shook the old way, "Shen Gongjie, a student in the Lower Dao Academy, has seen the old fairy." In the future, if you have the opportunity, I will invite the Taoist chief to drink a glass of water and wine. ”

is also really stroking his beard and smiling, not bad, this young man is a talent, and at first glance he is a fellow believer. The key is that the appearance of the clothes and the hanging child is almost not engraved on the face, and the words "the first stubborn" and the invincible loser are not engraved.

Yi Zhen's eyes swept over the faces of the students, and he found the green-clothed woman who looked like a fairy. Between the women's printing hall, there was a red line condensed by the old man under the moon refining the moonlight essence, which was incomplete. For this kind of thing, the veteran who has been a bachelor for thousands of years is most accustomed to looking at it from the perspective of his game world, which is not a good thing, let alone a bad thing, and it can be regarded as a good after-drinking conversation when it is boring. So even if he clearly saw some signs and vaguely knew where the other end of the red line was sacred, he didn't bother to work hard for this kind of thing. Besides, the old bachelor is not good at this kind of thing.

The woman was anxious, and subconsciously avoided the deep gaze of the old way.

Li Xilian muttered in her heart, what do you see, do I look like the kind of woman who asks for marriage?

However, Fang Liang tried his best to maintain the respected image of this "old-timer" in his mind, and quickly dispersed a group of students and asked everyone to hurry back to class.

Yizhen didn't think so, and said with a smile: "Young people, it's a good thing to have dreams and vitality." Even if it's a spring dream that can't be done, at least it's a rush. ”

The words of the old-timers were a little bit of a sign that they were becoming more and more uncontrollable, Fang Liang planned to change the topic, "Let the old-timers laugh......"

Yizhen was confused with a pair of mouse eyes, and said suspiciously, "You scholars, but you have a lot of rules, and you still look forward and backward when you speak, which is not refreshing enough." My old man guessed it, and it was especially brainless. You can't be muttering in your heart, it's the poor way that makes the juniors laugh, right?"

Fang Liang was like a great enemy, and he wanted to fight against the public in the family back then, and he did not hesitate to fall out with the elders in the family, but he also insisted on standing on his own and opening a academy. The pressure under that tense atmosphere pales in comparison to the face of this cynical old man today.

He really couldn't understand why this old man, who even those young students only thought was funny, would make him feel like a mountain pressing on the top.

Yizhen sighed with an old and indecent face, "The cold window is already bitter, why bother to be cocooned." Readers, you should have a few absurd spring dreams that can be entered into history, otherwise you will not only miss the fame, but also chill the fox spirit who has been practicing for thousands of years and be infatuated. One is famous, two or two are sad, and the red dust is miserable, nothing more than this. What's more, a clear stream can achieve articles through the ages? A clear vein can condense mountains and rivers and cultural movements? Can't it?"

Fang Liang's heart moved, but he became more and more puzzled, and said gloomily, "Please ask the old man for guidance." ”

He was surprisingly concise and asked, "Why?"

The green-shirted scribe said sincerely: "Thinking about the feats of his predecessors back then, Xiaosheng was full of enthusiasm and boiling, and he only hated that the scholar was weak and weak, and he was born thousands of years late. Don't see that ...... Bloody battle. After the defeat of the strong, a hundred schools of thought will compete for the eternal civilization. Now, as the old-timers said, this kind of weather can only be seen in a spring dream that is inadequate. Morality has become the Tao, the law has become the law, and it is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Yizhen stroked the few strands of sparse beard and shook his head, "Wrong, wrong; Today's poor road is just a twilight old man who sells hexagrams in the rivers and lakes and begs for two taels of wine and food. If you know the poor way, why don't you bring a pot of wine, just cold a plate of peanuts and rice, and drink two bowls together? If you don't know the poor way, but you remember those vain things in the past, what does it have to do with me? The poor way in your heart is not the poor way. ”

Fang Liang's heart was excited, as if he had an understanding, but he was not sure, "What does the old man mean, the so-called Dao has become enlightened, but it is just a preconceived idea in the heart of the late life?"

Yizhen narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "I didn't say anything, people in the rivers and lakes, they are at ease, and they don't care if they are lawless." I count my hexagrams, drink my wine, and drink a world of ignorance. ”

The weight of the body that made Fang Liang feel breathless suddenly collapsed. The green-shirted scribe was a little uncomfortable all of a sudden, and he felt the wind under his feet, a little shaky, a kind of ease that he had never felt before, which made people almost collapse.

Fang Liang took a deep look and said with a smile, "Thank you seniors for your guidance, the late life is like an empowerment." ”

Yizhen smiled, noncommittal, but said a clueless word, "Actually, in a good world, you can choose a better path." ”

Fang Liang said resolutely: "I had doubts before, but I can still follow my heart." Now thanks to the guidance of our predecessors, we should not forget our original intention. On paper, it is always a bookish atmosphere, which is not as good as a bloody gust of blood, and it makes people see the world clearly. ”

Yizhen nodded, didn't preach anything to the "junior", but suddenly took out a small porcelain bottle out of nowhere, which looked like it was no more than half a catty of wine. Lao Dao handed the porcelain vase to the scholar in the green shirt and said, "Why don't you take a sip?"

Fang Liang looked surprised, and subconsciously shook his head and said, "Late birth...... Not good at drinking. ”

Yizhen frowned and said, "It's not a family, it's not a family." How do you have a urine sex with your student? Go one, bookish, how to be decent without a little alcohol. ”

Fang Liang had to take the porcelain vase, and only said, "It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate." ”

As soon as the words fell, a bottle of wine was already in the stomach, and the choking smell of wine spewed out of the mouth was fishy. Yizhen subconsciously licked his lips, forget it, he finally secretly left two sips of wine to satisfy his hunger, and let the guy who didn't know the goods chew peonies.

Fang Liang is a scholar, and he is also a qi practitioner with a high realm, of course, he knows that the white jade porcelain bottle with a lot of aura is absolutely extraordinary. It's just that when he respectfully handed it back to Yizhen, Lao Dao just waved his hand and said, "Since I have a fate with you, I will keep it." Remember that the flask should always be full, always empty, and always full. ”

"In his later life, he was immoral and incompetent, and he didn't dare to accept such a generous gift from his predecessors. Fang Liang said firmly.

Yizhen rat whiskered, glared and said, "I'm really embarrassed to open up some tricks, let's decorate more wine and drink together." ”

Fang Liang was helpless, so he had to be careful and put away the white jade porcelain bottle close to his body.