The autumn wind blew, and suddenly there was an extra person in the corridor, sitting next to Wang Yi, dressed in a white shirt, like a spring breeze.

The man sat there, holding a jar of wine in his hand, and drank it slowly.

Wang Yi asked, "Your Excellency?"

The person who came glanced at Li Yuan, who was sleeping there and had no wine jar in his hand, relieved his heart and drank again, "The old man's surname is Zheng, and the word Huaixian." ”

Wang Yi couldn't figure out Zheng Huaixian's intention, and just wanted to ask, he heard Zheng Huaixian say: "There is nothing else, it's just that the old man has been chasing people for a long time, and he is a little thirsty. ”

Wang Yi put his mind at ease, raised the wine jar in his hand, it was just wine, as long as it was not here to kill them, it was easy to say, just by virtue of Zheng Huaixian's quiet appearance here, Wang Yi knew that if Zheng Huaixian wanted to kill a few of them, it would only be a matter of a moment.

Zheng Huai glanced at Wang Yi casually, and then stopped talking, he was a little tired just chasing the fortune teller Wang Ba. The fortune teller was really able to run, and he was almost chasing to the south of Xiangzhou, so he barely caught up with him, but the old guy's turtle shell was too hard, and he only beat him half to death and threw him into a river.

Can he be beaten to death, Zheng Huaixian thought about this possibility, and tried his best to cultivate himself, adding the Confucian book, he should be able to beat him to death, but after that, Confucianism will fall into a situation where there is no saint in charge, Song Jinmo is still a lot away from the saint, and others are too deeply involved in the imperial court, and they are useless.

In this way, Buddhism and Confucianism have fallen one after another, and Taoism is dominant, which is not a good phenomenon.

Zheng Huai first glanced at Wang Yi, who was full of vigilance beside him, and chuckled, "Don't be so guarded against the old man, you don't know me, but I've seen you." ”

Wang Yi, who was seen through his thoughts, smiled embarrassedly, but he had some doubts in his heart, he thought about it for a long time, and he really couldn't remember where he had seen Zheng Huaixian.

Zheng Huai first took a sip of Wannian Spring and explained: "The old man is an anonymous teacher of Baizi Academy. At that time, you fought against the siege on the long street with Jiechen, and the old man saw it clearly. ”

Wang Yi suddenly realized, with Zheng Huaixian can appear quietly by his side, then he can be sure that Zheng Huaixian is the scholar who is one of the ten people in the world, the scholar who is disappointed in this world and lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

Wang Yi hurriedly got up and saluted Zheng Huai, "I've seen Mr. Zheng." ”

Zheng Huai smiled first, "You're not afraid that I'm pretending." ”

Wang Yi shook his head with a sincere expression, "Mr. Zheng is famous all over the world, how can any rat dare to pretend to be Mr." ”

Zheng Huaixian laughed, patted Wang Yi's shoulder, and nodded again and again, obviously extremely satisfied with Wang Yi's words.

"Li Taibai's friend, I still believe it. ”

"When Li Taibai and Liu Qing fought, it was known as the most magnificent sword battle in a hundred years, Li Taibai slightly better than a move, and knocked Liu Shusheng off the altar with a sword, and since then a sword master has disappeared from the world, but there is one more sword immortal. ”

In honor of Liu Qing, Li Taibai broke the tip of his sword by an inch, and added a piece of extraterrestrial meteorite to recreate a long sword. ”

Wang Yi quietly touched the saber on his waist, and since the long sword was recalled by Wang Yi that day, he had never left his body.

"Yesterday, there was a sword aura in Chang'an City that soared into the sky, the purity of the sword intent is really rare, if it is not a person who has practiced swords since childhood, then a fairy sword was born. ”

Wang Yi unsheathed the long sword and gently put it aside, "Mr. Miao, the long sword is extraordinary, but the swordsman is an ordinary person." ”

Zheng Huaixian put down the empty wine jar casually, "If a person who has cultivated for only one year and can reach the true destiny is an ordinary person, how can you let those who have cultivated for many years live." ”

Wang Yi raised his wine glass high, looked at the bustling Chang'an City, and said in a cold tone, "Don't, I, Wang Yi, am a waste who can't even enter Baizi Academy." ”

Admiration is admiration, but the matter of Baizi Academy is a thorn in Wang Yi's heart, and it can't be removed.

Zheng Huaixian also knew about Wang Yi, Song Jinmo praised Wang Yi in front of him, saying that this kid's entrance exam writing was good, and the article was full of ancient style, and then combined with the master who rescued the dust on the long street, Zheng Huaixian was very optimistic about Wang Yi.

"The grievance is so big, Baizi Academy has long since changed from a pure academy to a tool for the imperial court to collect talents, so I only served as a registered gentleman. ”

"What do you have to do with me?"

Wang Yi tilted his head, looked at Zheng Huaixian, and looked directly at him, Zheng Huaixian's sleeves swayed without wind, and sighed slightly, "I know you have grievances, but the old man can't get justice for you." ”

Zheng Huaixian didn't say the words later, then Yang Zhao's power is getting higher and higher, if it weren't for His Majesty slightly shocking him a few days ago and calming him down, maybe Yang Zhao would have done something to you in Meridian Lane.

Zheng Huaixian continued: "But although I can't get justice for you, I can tell you about your continuous loss of cultivation. ”

Wang Yi didn't speak, quietly listened to Zheng Huaixian's words, and was resentful, but when Lao Li and his master talked about this scholar to themselves, they were all in admiration, if it weren't for the Confucian master's insistence on being too deeply involved with the Ming Taizu, although this move made a large number of poor children have books to read, but after they became officials, it was they who sold their fame and reputation, corrupted and bent the law, which provoked Zheng Huaixian, who only read the books of sages, to be disheartened, live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and do not ask about the world.

Wang Yi broke the jar and fell, and after returning from the Long Pavilion, he found that his cultivation had changed from the ethereal pseudo-star monarch

The real life is still being lost, and he has no way to solve this, so he doesn't tell anyone, he just has fun every day.

The best example is to praise Liu Shuyi for wearing Yang in 100 steps, with Wang Yi's cultivation and kendo at that time, how could he be out of breath after performing 100 steps to wear Yang?

That's because Wang Yi is passing his cultivation while consuming his own cultivation.

"Your kid's kendo is under Li Taibai, so let's not talk about kendo for the time being. You have been studying since you were a child, and you have the spirit of Confucianism, but you have not been able to enter the academy to study, and you have not been able to grow it, so this qi is the weakest. ”

"The Spring Breeze Crossing exercise, I talked to Li Chunfeng back then, and it can be regarded as the top secret book of Taoism, so this adds to the Taoist qi for you. ”

Zheng Huaixian looked at Wang Yi who was lying on the floor, and said softly: "Before quitting dust and leaving, I will give you a body of qi, although no one can take it anymore, but you have not yet integrated this qi into yourself, but you take the Buddha beads of quitting dust with you all day long, and one day it will be used for you." ”

"However, your realm is low, even if you use the secret method to enter the pseudo-Star Monarch, you can only peep at the skin, which is also an important reason for the loss of your cultivation. Again, your cultivation time is too short, and the realm progress is too fast, so you need to stabilize. ”

"The old man is just a scholar, that is, he reads a lot of books, so tonight the old man first stabilizes the realm for you, so that it will not be lost, and then, you remember that within ten years, if you can't become a saint, then you kid will find a place to bury yourself, and wait for the number of qi to burst you. ”

Wang Yi just remembered and thanked Zheng Huaixian, but Zheng Huaixian pointed it out and pointed it at Wang Yi's eyebrows, "Boy, don't use polite words, wait until later." ”

Zheng Huaixian was sitting precariously, a white-shirted phantom slowly appeared behind him, the book in the phantom's hand slowly opened, and a ray of light flew from the book to Wang Yi's eyebrows, Wang Yi instantly lost his senses and fell unconscious in place.

People in the world often say that good people have good rewards, and this sentence has not been fulfilled by the old man who has been in the world for decades. ”

Zheng Huai sat next to Wang Yi first, "Since this is the case, then the old man will come to let the good people have good rewards, Wang Yi, you take action to save the dust, and the old man will be an immortal, take charge of the Heavenly Dao, and sort out the qi for you." ”

After saying that, Zheng Huaixian stood up suddenly, and then sealed his hands and walked towards the sky full of stars, the phantom behind him slowly expanded, and finally outlined the entire Chang'an City.

The clouds are rolling, and the sky is thundering.

It seems that a celestial man roared, "Presumptuous!"

Zheng Huai smiled first, and then shook his hands, I am an immortal, I should be in charge of the Heavenly Dao, you heavenly immortals are still honest in the sky.

Otherwise, the old man will let you know what the temper of a scholar is.

Just when Zheng Huai was fighting against the immortals, an old man in Mai walked into Chang'an City like no one around.