In the Dragon Palace Enchantment, there is actually no day and night, but there are three Dragon Balls that make up this enchantment, and they are constantly changing directions in the sky above the enchantment, flickering far and near, sometimes disappearing and sometimes appearing, so there is a distinction between light and dark.

Right now, there was only one dragon ball in the sky above the enchantment, slowly heading towards the northwest corner, which was the evening in the Dragon Palace enchantment. In a practice room, Long Zhen sometimes wandered, sometimes leaped, and where his fists passed, the mist rose. Later, if it was an ordinary man's naked eye, he could only see a small figure, flashing in a mist.

The dragon suddenly shouted, rose from the mist, and punched into the air. Then he slowly landed on the ground, and walked to Wuxu dejectedly, "Why can't I fight the water dragon?" Tomorrow I will go to Biyou Palace to report. ”

Wuxu looked at Long Zhen, who was sweaty, and said, "You were just in the mist, and when you hit the back of the dragon swinging its tail, you still didn't control it well, not only did you have to use your legs and feet, but also your arms had to disperse your strength first, and at the same time your heels left the ground, you used all your spiritual power to violently split upwards and swing away the water mist that was originally adsorbed on your fists." ”

Long Zhen asked puzzledly, "Why do you want to do this? Besides, if I dissipate my strength and then use all my spiritual power, how can I have it in such a short time? ”

Wuxu said, "You are now cultivating to the second layer of mortal dust, if you want to hit the water dragon, you must hit the spiritual power of the whole body in an instant, otherwise it will be difficult to pull the water mist that has formed before and form a water dragon." ”

Long Zhen was even more puzzled, "Since it is to pull those water mist that has been fought with great difficulty, how can it be that when the dragon swings its tail, it is necessary to temporarily disperse the strength first and interrupt the induction of the fist and the water mist?"

Wuxu replied, "You are not a dragon, this flying dragon fist to the back, there is a natural suppression of you, if you want to take off to hit the flying dragon, in fact, there is only a trick, when the fist intent of the flying dragon fist is naturally filled in the water mist, a punch shakes the water mist, and at the same time can have enough spiritual power to gather these water mist into water dragons in an instant." ”

Long Zhen looked at Wuxu, "Why do I see that you fought in the martial arts enchantment, and you didn't disperse your spiritual power at all, and when the flying dragon was in the sky, there were still rippling water waves under your feet?"

"That's because I'm more skilled than you, and,"

"And what?" Long Zhen knew and the point was later.

"Moreover, I am a descendant of the dragon. Wuxu smiled, seeing that Long Zhen had a little contempt and pleading, he couldn't bear it, and said with plastic surgery, "You are not a dragon, if you want to play the water dragon, you must first leap into the dragon gate, incarnate into a dragon, perform that trick The dragon swings its tail, moves forward bravely, and breaks through the water mist that shrouded the surroundings before, so that you can control the water mist and fly the dragon in the sky." ”

"Wonderful, wonderful, so brave, flying dragon in the sky. Your Excellency has broken the essence of this Flying Dragon Fist in one word, it seems that it is not a common person in the mainland, right?" An old man wearing a square crown and a wide-sleeved robe said as he slowly walked in from outside the door.

Wu Xuan looked at it, wasn't this old man the chief examiner who leaned on a pine chair and closed his eyes in the enchantment of the Japanese literary test?

The old man walked three meters to Wuxu, stopped, and looked at Wuxu quietly.

Quiet as an abyss, walking like a pine and cypress, Wuxu couldn't see through the cultivation realm of this old man, and knew that he must be a master of the real human level, so he quietly pulled Long Zhen behind him, and then put his palms together, "The little monk visits the senior." ”

"Little friends don't have to be polite, how old and idiot are a few years older, you and I can talk about each other equally. ”

Of course, Wuxu didn't kick his nose on his face, and bowed slightly silently.

Seeing that this was like this, the old man couldn't help laughing and said, "If this is too polite, if you have time, can you talk about it?"

Wu Xuan understood it, and was about to ask Long Zhen to leave first.

The old man spoke, "Long Zhen is right. You go back first, and report to Biyou Palace tomorrow. ”

Long Zhen seemed to know the old man, hurriedly walked in front of Wuxu, bowed to the old man, and then said expectantly, "Thank you, Mr. Canglan." After speaking, he looked at Wuxu and the old man, and left with interest.

After a detailed discussion, Wuxu learned that this old man, Mr. Canglan, came to the Dragon Palace Enchantment during the Jingkang period of the Northern Song Dynasty, entered the Biyou Palace, and later became the chief of the Biyou Palace.

This Biyou Palace, formerly known as a palace of the Dragon King. Because the dragon king usually likes to feast guests, and he likes to summon people to recite poems and lyrics at the banquet. Once, a human Taoist priest who had fallen to the enchantment of the Dragon Palace dedicated a poem "Qingping Tune", and the Dragon King Dayue, at his request, assigned the Biyou Palace to the human monks who were wandered to the bottom of the East China Sea to live, and named him the chief. In the past thousand years, Biyou Palace has gathered many mainland monks, both Confucianism and Taoism, attached to the Dragon Palace, and served the Dragon King. It's just that Buddhism is a little special, everyone has to shave their heads, eat fasting and abstain, so two or three hundred years ago, they slowly went out and formed Haiqu Temple.

Although he already knew the general situation of the mainland, he was waiting to be reconfirmed from Wuxu's mouth, and heard some details, Mr. Canglan still sighed and sighed.

Unexpectedly, not long after the old decay was thrown into the sea, the Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Jin soldiers, and the Southern Song Dynasty lived in Lin'an and died in Mongolia. Mr. Canglan said slowly, "It is reported that now that the Yuan Dynasty is declining, and the master has just come from the land, can you know who should be in the Han family in the Central Plains?"

Wuxu thought for a while and replied, "Since Han Shantong and Liu Futong started an incident with the White Lotus Sect, the rebels from all walks of life have responded, and most of them have used the banner of the White Lotus Sect. Presumably, this person who supported the Han family must also be in the White Lotus Sect. ”

Mr. Canglan chanted a poem that Wuxu made in the literary test enchantment that day, "If the sky is loved, the sky will be old, and then look back, the East China Sea is misty." Fang Cai sighed slowly, "All dynasties, dynasties, dynasties, are not Confucian and capable people, observing the world and the world, through the past and the present, distinguishing yin and yang, reassuring the people, assisting the Ming Jun, and determining the world." Nowadays, Confucianism is not prosperous, and it still has to rely on Western teachings to gather the heads of the Qian, and rise up. ”

Wuxu smiled slightly, bowed his head and said nothing.

Mr. Canglan suddenly saw Wuxu's little bald head, and suddenly smiled, "It's rude." ”

Wuxu clasped his palms together and said, "It's okay. Maybe that's providence. If we talk about the world, how can we distinguish between east and west, north and south? We Buddhists have a saying, but we can't look at each other. The so-called Western teachings, when they come to Middle-earth, aren't they Eastern teachings?"

Mr. Canglan smiled dumbly, "That's right, just like me waiting, if you fall into the enchantment of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, then you still interpret Confucianism and Taoism? ”

These words are a bit far-fetched.

Wuxu paused slightly, and then took the initiative to ask, "I don't know Mr. Canglan, if you come to visit tonight, do you have any advice?"

Mr. Canglan said, "Since the third prince of the Dragon King went out without permission, there has been no news, and the dragon is angry, and he has launched the Seven Stars Lock Moon Town Sea Array, blocking all the passages of the outside world. Not only is it difficult for the people in the barrier to get out, but even the True Spirit Great Cultivators outside are also difficult to enter. I don't know how the master got in. ”

After Wuxu explained, Mr. Canglan's eyes flashed, he thought for a moment, and said to Wuxu, "Your identity, except for the second shopkeeper of Haidilao, who else knows?"

When Wuxu heard this, he chuckled in his heart: This old gentleman actually even found out the second shopkeeper of Haidilao in advance. He said slowly, "Except for this person, no one should know." ”

Mr. Canglan, who was upright, looked at Wuxu who inquired with his eyes, and said, "Does the master think that the old man has evil thoughts and plans to kill people and kill his mouth?"

Wuxu had no choice but to shake his head, "The old gentleman has read the books of sages, it shouldn't be like this." It's just that because of the little monk's matter, he is so cautious, and the little monk is confused. ”

Mr. Canglan, looking at Wuxu, although he did not have an outward momentum, but standing there, the invisible pressure of the real monks, mixed with the aura of Confucianism, was like a river pouring in, permeating the small practice room with a radius of 100 meters, but it seemed to be rushing from all over the world.

Wuxu stood quietly in place, motionless. Since Fan Li's secluded cave mansion under Xiaoqing Mountain, after being exposed to the ideological brilliance of the pre-Qin princes, the mighty atmosphere of Confucianism is like a spring breeze for Wuxu. As long as Mr. Canglan does not show his murderous intent, there is no pressure on Wuxu, who is now waiting for the opportunity to be promoted to the real person level.

Mr. Canglan, seeing where Wu Wu was standing without humility or arrogance, asked, "After the master comes in, do you want to go out?"

Isn't this nonsense?Wuxu nodded, and at the same time secretly separated his divine consciousness and entered the Mandala Dharma Realm.

Mr. Canglan frowned slightly, as if he sensed the existence of the Enlightenment Void Law Realm, and continued to ask, "Why do you want to go out? In the Dragon Palace Enchantment, the Dragon King treats us human monks who are loyal to the Dragon Palace preferentially, and in the Enchantment, there is no dynasty change, let alone war, rich resources, and long years. Speaking of this, Mr. Canglan's tone slowed down, and his expression relaxed a lot, "If you are in the human world, if the chance of cultivating to the True Spirit Level is one in ten, then in the Dragon Palace Enchantment, your chance is four or five out of ten. ”

One-tenth, compared to four-five out of ten, this difference is huge, it can be said that there is a world of difference. Wuxu was secretly surprised and moved, and at the same time, he couldn't figure out why this Mr. Canglan was so faintly coercive and tempting to himself. After thinking about the wording for a while, he said, "The young man left home and the eldest returned, and the little monk was just homesick." ”

Hahaha.

A burst of laughter rang out in all directions. Then, a dark shadow floated in from outside. The black shadow was like a black hole, pulling most of the light in the practice room into it, and the practice room suddenly became dim, reflecting the black shadow a little eerie and distant.

Black Dragon Envoy! Wu Xuan exclaimed in his heart, although this black shadow did not have an exposed aura, but the indiscriminate killing intent that was immersed in the Dharma Realm in his bones was still fresh in Wu Xu's memory. At the beginning, Changqing, the director of the Xuanying Gate, was wearing a black hat and black cover, and his murderous intent was like a tide, forcing himself to join the Xuanying Gate and serve as a guest secretary, that feeling came back.

That's right

The teachings of the world flow from east to west, and the waters of the vicissitudes swim from the blue.

Why do you have to ask if you want to stay, you want to turn back when you leave home.