Tang Qian sat on a chair made of golden silk nanmu, and he suddenly felt that he was really not a person who did great things, could it be that people who did great things would sit on this kind of golden chair, drinking purebred Taiping Houkui tea as valuable as gold, and then talking about the world, the south and the north?

The name of this temple is Qingsong Temple.

Tang Qian didn't know why he was able to sit in this room, he actually just wanted to disturb the owner of the temple, and asked if there were any other roads to go on this mountain besides this mountain road, after all, the landform here has undergone 100,000 years of changes, and Zhang Kaikai used mana to change the heavens and the earth, so most of the places in the mountain are in the clouds, and the only mountain road is only leading to this temple.

There are many people sitting in the Taoist temple, and they are all naturally holding a good cup of tea, smelling good agarwood in their noses, wearing luxurious clothes, and talking in their mouths, which are also strange and interesting things in the Quartet.

Tang Qian was still a little dazed, sitting next to him were Hua Suwen and Meng Po, Meng Po didn't care about these things at all, she just wanted to know when she would be able to see Du Tian.

Hua Suwen is also very natural, he has lived for 100,000 years, and he has never seen anything, but Tang Qian, he is really uncomfortable in this environment, and he is uncomfortable all over, just like seventeen or eighteen fleas have been put on his body, and he wants to move.

How do these people talk about such boring stuff and still be able to sit upright?

Tang Qian had to admire the concentration of these people.

Talking about a prince and a concubine of the Great Zhou Dynasty, you can talk about a cup of tea, the two love and hate each other, how many families obstructed them, and then what mysterious stories they experienced - Tang Qian can easily hear how many ancient and modern legends are mixed in this, they are all old and can't be old, and they make people's ears calloused stories, but these people seem to listen to them with relish.

Even if Tang Qian was a blind man, he could see that the things they usually discussed were not these boring stories, but what they really wanted to say, and they didn't want to tell Tang Qian to him.

The first to sit is a middle-aged Taoist with fairy wind bones, his eyebrows are very long, all hanging down, and he wears a white crane, on which there are several swimming dragons, which seem to be slightly raised, and look like they are about to come to life.

This person is the master of the Taoist temple, named Zhuo Songwang, and the Taoist name is Qingsong.

Qingsong Daoren said: "What I talked about today is probably like this, Tang Qian Xiaoyou, I heard that you fell off the Tianqian Cliff about a month ago, and now you are back unscathed, which really makes me ashamed." ”

Tang Qian had casually declared his name before, and then regretted it, because all the monks here didn't seem to like his name very much, and then he realized that these people regarded themselves as deceitful and famous.

One of the monks said: "That is, how dangerous the cliff is that day, the legend is that if there is no protection, even if it is a monk who returns to the void, he will lose half his life, Tang Qian's little brother is worthy of being a genius who has not been born in Zhongzhou for so many years, first resisted the demon ancestor, and then turned around and broke through the barrier of the heavenly cliff, is it tomorrow, and you have to go to fight with the immortals?"

Just now Tang Qian also heard the introduction, it is the deputy sect master of Xuantian Sect, named Ke Jinghuan, not tall, fierce face, although there is the word Jing in his name, he is also a Taoist priest, he should be self-cultivation, but he has a hot temper, and he is very impulsive when he speaks, which almost pointed at Tang Qian's nose and said that he was an impostor.

This Ke Jinghuan is a famous place in Zhongzhou, and his senior brother is also a brother, named Ke Jingye, who has taken a group of core disciples of Xuantian Sect to Yaguan to support, at this time in Yueye Prefecture, and he himself is also jealous and hateful, legend has it that as long as he encounters injustice after going down the mountain, even if it takes thirty years to wash away the dust and blood on the sword, he must have peace of mind on the mortal road for three days.

To put it simply, he is a respectable Heavenly Destiny Realm senior.

This time, he didn't go to Yueye Prefecture with him, and Xuantian Sect also had the intention of keeping an incense in it.

Such a person asked Tang Qian, but Tang Qian couldn't sneer at each other, only remained silent.

This matter is not said, not to be said, under the cliff, in the underworld, Tang Qian can never say, no one has told him this, but he understands it very well, because he and Hua Su asked, it is the only one who came out of the underworld alive, Meng Po will only say a few words about the underworld when she is with the two of them along the way, as long as there is anyone nearby, even some small beasts, she will keep her mouth shut, Tang Qian is a smart person, so she naturally understands.

Another monk chimed in: "A few of us and others are also knowledgeable monks, but no one has ever known what it was like under the cliff that day.

This second monk is playing in the round, it is an old man, it is the first pavilion elder in the Plum Blossom Pavilion, named Zhang Ne, and a famous monk, known for his good temper and good old man, and it is said that there is nothing in the Quartet that can make him angry.

But the persecution of his words is actually very obvious, after all, he also likes the descendant called Tang Qian, such a heroic figure, being impersonated, he can't tolerate it.

Hua Suwen was expressionless, but Tang Qian could clearly feel her hands clasped behind her back, as if she was trying her best to hold back a smile.

After all, there are really few situations that make Tang Qian helpless.

How should Tang Qian prove that he is Tang Qian? He never needs to worry about this, because the name "Tang Qian" was the most known before the Tianqian Cliff, and even only the name of Baiyi was the most known, and he Tang Qian was not well known, and he was a nobody, and sometimes he only needed to prove that he was not Zhongzhou Tang Qian to avoid a lot of trouble.

However, what he is wearing now is exactly the same as the legendary Tang Qian who resisted the demon ancestor on the cliff pass to smash his calculations, and said that his name is Tang Qian, plus although these monks are optimistic about Tang Qian, they don't think that Tang Qian can come back alive from the Heavenly Trench Cliff, which has caused the current situation.

Tang Qian said with some embarrassment: "What is the experience here...... It's hard to say......"

As soon as this sentence came out, it was as if the seven or eight monks had blown up the pot, and they exclaimed: "At first glance, you are a person who deceives the world and steals fame." ”

"Don't say it's this experience, boy, you know what a moat is

Cliff, do you know about returning to the void? Does Destiny know?"

"Your cultivation is not even worthy of mentioning the heel of your shoes to Tang Qian. ”

The guests in this Taoist temple seem to be all famous people in the Quartet, but they are all the kind of upright and upright old-timers, Tang Qian really doesn't know what his expression looks like, is he crying or laughing?

"I'd love to know, Tang Qian. Qingsong Daoren continued: "Is it because of the mystery of your cultivation that you are so difficult to say? Or is there any danger that will bring chaos to the world as soon as you are born? If there is any hidden secret, if you simply say it, we will not suspect that you are a fake Tang Qian." ”

At the Yuhu Teleportation Array, the Taoist priests were still discussing this matter: "You see that monk just now, his breath is not very good, and he still wants to cross the Yuhu Lake to open the Tianshan Mountain, I hope he will not meet Master Qingsong, Master Qingsong doesn't like this kind of guy who doesn't know the height of the sky." ”

Another monk said, "I don't know if the sky is high and the earth is thick, just knock and knock, I just saw that they really crossed the lake, and it seems that they found out about the lake from somewhere." The mystery of sincerity is spiritual', as long as you are defenseless, let the rain fall, the waves overturn the boat, but can reach the Kaitian Mountain, I am afraid that these people will still pretend to be very powerful, can cross the rain lake and think that they have how much ability, and brag indiscriminately, Qingsong Master Ancestor is the second disciple of the opening of the immortals, in charge of my opening of the precepts, the most disliked is deception and deception. ”

A Taoist priest next to him trembled a little, and when he mentioned this Qingsong ancestor, he shivered and said with a wry smile: "I have seen the appearance of the ancestor being angry, my master lost a furnace of pills for some reason, and he insisted that I had refined it, but it was all a half-joke, but it was found out by the ancestor, and he couldn't get out of bed for three months, it seems that the reason is that the master still wants to lose face and doesn't want to admit it——"

If you make a mistake again and again, Master Qingsong will be even more angry, which is the resonance of this group of monks who have opened the sect.

Green pine view.

Tang Qian was even more embarrassed, he couldn't say anything about the underworld, but if he really wanted to prove the strangeness in the Heavenly Trench Cliff, Tang Qian really came from the Heavenly Trench Cliff, he really didn't have any way, he couldn't pull Meng Po beside him and said: This is the Underworld Immortal that you all want to see after you all die, Meng Po?

He's probably going to be taken crazy.

Tang Qian suddenly had an idea and said: "Wait a few seniors, I have a way, but don't tell others what you see today——"

Qingsong Daoren nodded. The monks also quieted down, as if to see what Tang Qian was going to do.

I saw Tang Qian take out a piece of white paper, take out pen and ink, briefly moisten the pen, and write down four words.

"Life and death. ”

These four words contained the mystery of the starry sky reading, Tang Qian was very sure that only he could read this kind of text in heaven and earth, so as long as these monks saw this piece of paper, and then found that they couldn't remember it anyway, they would naturally believe what he said.

Tang Qian's hand was slightly forced, and a blank piece of paper turned out to be agitated

shot out, and then the speed suddenly slowed down, stopping in front of Qingsong Daoren.

Tang Qian's hand did not use any mana at all to control the power of the white paper, it was purely a kind of control of the force.

Coupled with the magical four words above, I should admit that I am Tang Qian.

As a result, Tang Qian only heard Hua Suwen sigh softly behind him, and whispered: "You should draw a picture of a hundred deaths casually, these two of you seem to be a juggler and a calligraphy work for people to see——"

Before Tang Qian could figure out why Hua Su asked and sighed, the next sentence Hua Su asked made Tang Qian almost cry.

"Have you forgotten that it takes a day for ordinary people to forget the words on that broken piece of paper?"

Before Hua Suwen's words fell, the piece of paper was crumpled by Qingsong Daoren, he couldn't see that there was much emotion, but those who knew him knew that he was already very angry at this moment: "I have a place, let Xiaoyou rest for a while-" He clapped his hands, Tang Qian, Hua Suwen and the stone bricks under Meng Po's feet suddenly disappeared, and the three of them fell into it.

Tang Qian suddenly realized at this time that it was not the first time that he had eaten this starlight text memory time, last time he was seen by the Jizo Bodhisattva, and this time he forgot it.

He didn't forget to pat his head when he fell, and I am afraid that this head has not been broken recently.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "A Sword Paints the Sky" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~