When Wu Xiaofan, who was known as Wu Tiejiao, heard the news that he had been joined the army, he was also in this Qianyang view, and he also showed the same expression as Huang Tingxuan.

"Chen Ergou, Chen Ergou, being a brother with you is simply the most regrettable decision in my life, oh no, the most regrettable decision in my last eight lifetimes. ”

Chen Ping'an was in the inner courtyard of the Chen Mansion at this time, holding a fine broad-edged sword, taking advantage of the autumn breeze to sweep the fallen leaves. Suddenly sneezed a few times for no reason.

He looked up at the sky.

"Is it cooling down again?"

Wu Tiejiao was the highest martial artist among the three. It's not because of his talent, but among the other two, Huang Tingxuan doesn't know martial arts at all, and Chen Ping'an just picked up a cheap master and learned a half-hung swordsmanship.

Wu Xiaofan was also happy to show one or two feet from time to time, and every time he provoked Huang Tingxuan to applaud him, but Chen Ping'an just spread his hands with great disdain, saying that he was just passing by.

Chen Ping'an has seen too many masters in his life, at that time, Chen Duyun was in the limelight, and many martial arts sects were interested in making friends, from the Wuding sect to the major masters competing to visit, in order to compete for the title of Chen Ergou's chief master, there were also many ups and downs in the rivers and lakes that year. But Chen Ping'an didn't look at it, in his words, there are still so many grandmaster-level masters in his inner courtyard, why waste that mind to do these hurtful things, in the end, it was Lu Huaisong, the head of the Tianshan Yunsu faction, who grinded hard and made eighteen solutions, and finally coaxed Chen Ping'an to follow him for a month.

As for what he learned? Chen Duyun looked at Chen Ping'an carefully at that time, and always felt that this kid was afraid that he had gained three pounds of weight.

Wu Xiaofan's kung fu family is passed down from his father Wu Baiqi, and his kung fu is all on this leg. The ancestor of the Wu family created a set of leg methods of "wind chanting legs" back then, which has been passed down to Wu Xiaofan for more than 100 years, and has somewhat saved up a bit of prestige and foundation, but now everyone on the rivers and lakes likes to dance knives and guns, and few people like this road that relies on their own muscles and bones, and now it seems to be gradually declining.

In addition, Wu Baiqi was seriously injured in a martial arts fight a few years ago, and he has not yet recovered, even if he is better, he can only recover for five or six, and the life of the Wu family now does not look easy.

Wu Xiaofan is under such a burden, and he is more honest and stable than Chen and Huang, so that Huang Tingxuan, who is always worried that his appearance will be remembered by thieves, is extremely dependent on Wu Xiaofan.

As for joining the army, although Wu Xiaofan blamed him in his mouth, he did not contradict it in his heart, it is good to be able to make meritorious contributions in the army, even if he can't make meritorious contributions, it is not much harm for him to gain some experience and make more friends.

Wu Xiaofan and Huang Tingxuan only drank a little wine in the Qianyang Temple, and were about to get up to say goodbye. On the rugged path in front of the view, a young man in blue suddenly walked slowly with casual steps.

Wu Xiaofan was the first to find someone coming and reminded: "Someone is coming." ”

Huang Tingxuan dragged his chin and guessed, "Well, it's probably a pilgrim who came to worship the mountain and pray for blessings." ”

Wu Xiaofan glanced at him: "Do you believe this yourself?"

Huang Tingxuan suddenly felt his heart broken. However, he had to admit that Wu Xiaofan told the truth.

Nowadays, the Dajing Highway is prevalent, and several Taoist factions headed by Longshou Mountain are enshrined as the state court. So that in recent years, the big and small Taoist sects on the rivers and lakes have sprung up, and only the surrounding areas of Qianyang City can supply the three Qings, and there are no less than ten Taoist sects that can lift the façade.

Therefore, Huang Tingxuan didn't expect his own Xiaoguan to be able to flourish, unless the Yunyang Immortal Venerable he offered really appeared.

The young man slowly approached the two, narrowed his extremely good-looking phoenix eyes, and smiled slightly.

With this smile, Jianyang Mountain, which was already covered with yellowish colors, seemed to be infused with vitality again.

Wu Xiaofan was slightly stunned, looked at this young man who looked a year or two younger than himself, but couldn't see through the slightest detail, stepped forward, and arched his hand: "I don't know what Your Excellency has to say when you come to Xiaoguan." ”

The young man was full of smiles, like a spring breeze: "When you go up the mountain and enter the view, it is natural to worship the immortals and pray for the gods." ”

Huang Tingxuan was still immersed in the young man's appearance, which was even more delicate than himself, and when he heard this, his heart was shocked.

"My good girl, Grandpa Zu, you really appeared. ”

He was incredulous, and asked again, "You said you came here to offer incense?"

The young man said, "Of course, there's nothing to coax you to do!"

Huang Tingxuan was entangled: "But what I offer here is not the three clear and four royal temples in the ordinary Taoist temple. ”

The young man waved his hand again and again: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a fairy!"

Huang Tingxuan's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but sweat coldly: Brother Tai, it's too insincere to have someone as casual as you.

Seeing that Huang Tingxuan didn't move, the young man couldn't help urging: "Why are you standing, don't take me in yet." ”

Huang Tingxuan's face was embarrassed, and then he raised his hand: "Please come with me." ”

Wu Xiaofan was vigilant from beginning to end, with his fists clenched and his legs at his strength, he could attack and defend casually.

Several people walked into the main hall of Qianyang Guan, each with their own thoughts.

The main hall does not look spacious, and the furnishings are old and shabby, except for an offering table facing the main door, on which a stone incense burner and a mottled spiritual tablet are placed.

The young man glanced around the main hall, and finally fixed his gaze on the spiritual seat, his gaze condensed:

"You're here. ”

Huang Tingxuan suddenly stopped receiving the incense, turned his head to look at the young man, and his face seemed to be in turmoil.

"You know him?"

The young man smiled: "Eight hundred years ago, the old god master Wang Xuanfeng changed his veins against the sky, and he simply extended the life of a dying dynasty for three hundred years. Although he was punished by heaven in the end and ended up in a bad end, it was not in vain that he had spent three hundred years of hard work. ”

Huang Tingxuan's heart was surging, and his tears seemed to be about to cry out with excitement.

After so many years, there are still people who remember. Where is this ancestor manifestation, obviously the ancestor has been resurrected.

The Taoist Dao, who was the dominant master in the past, has collapsed with the exhaustion of the old master's luck, and many deeds have gradually been forgotten in the long river of history with the rise of the Taoist Heavenly Master Dao, and other branches of the Daomen. But even if he knew, he would never dare to mention it to anyone.

This is the shame of the Daomen, and it is also the taboo of the Daomen.

Man is the law of the earth, the earth is the law of the sky, the heaven is the law, and the Tao is the nature.

One Tao, many understandings, all kinds of opinions, but the different paths are the same is nothing more than a conformity to the mandate of heaven, heaven is the law of Taoism, and life is the foundation of Taoism. Those who are profound in cultivation can penetrate the heavens and gain insight into qi and life, and even if they want to change, they can only exchange one life for another. Stealing the sky and changing the day and changing the life against the sky is blaspheming the Taoist system and destroying the foundation, and no one dares to touch it easily.

Wang Xuanfeng changed the life of a dynasty, but in exchange for the three thousand years of the Divine Master's Dao, he was wiped out in an instant.

Heaven is ruthless.

But the young man still stretched out his hand: "Bring incense." ”

Huang Tingxuan was shocked, took three sticks of incense and handed them over, with doubts on his face: "Since you know about the ancestor, you should also know that he is not worthy of any incense offerings." ”

The young man turned his head and smiled calmly: "But you gave him a spirit card and honored the Dao number." put this view under the root of the imperial city, and wanted to hide the sky with the dragon qi of the Son of Heaven, trying to hide the sky and cross the sea, but the courage was not small. ”

Huang Tingxuan's face was pale, and he couldn't help but take a step back, obviously being said to be critical.

Wu Xiaofan immediately stood in front of Huang Tingxuan, twisted his eyebrows and asked, "Who is Your Excellency, and what is the purpose of coming here?"

The young man inserted the incense into the incense burner and stared back at Wu Xiaofan.

At just this glance, Wu Xiaofan's heart was shocked, and the whole person staggered back three steps.

Wu Xiaofan was shocked for a moment: This is the grandmaster's qi.

"You're a grandmaster?"

The realm that a person in the martial arts seeks in his life, there is no division before the grandmaster, and it is collectively referred to as the mortal realm, only when it reaches the realm of breath and spiritual consciousness, it can be called a grandmaster.

This is a certain great realm in the martial arts where people break through the shackles of the body and are spiritually in harmony with heaven and earth.

Of course, the sea of martial arts is boundless, and the realm of martial arts is boundless. There is also a great grandmaster above the grandmaster, and after the great grandmaster, there is the transformation realm, and after the transformation realm is the legendary heavenly realm.

In the entire rivers and lakes, there are very few people in the Grandmaster Realm, not to mention that the Rear Triple Realm that is stronger than it is probably rare. Most people spend their entire lives in the mortal realm, and it is too difficult to reach the threshold of the grandmaster.

In the rivers and lakes, the difference between the size and strength of a sect does not depend on the number of disciples in the sect, no matter how many people there are without a grandmaster, it can only be regarded as a gang at most, and the few people may not even be a gang, it can only be called a small group. Only when there is a grandmaster in the door can he have the qualifications to rank seniority in the rivers and lakes.

Wu Xiaofan had met the Grandmaster, and that year Wu Baiqi and Chen Zhiling, the elder of the Yue Jian Sect, invited to fight on Qiyun Peak, and Wu Xiaofan was also present. That time, with their profound cultivation and superb skills, the two fought for hundreds of rounds. If it weren't for Chen Zhiling's sudden perception of heaven and earth and his entry into the realm of a grandmaster, Wu Baiqi might not have spent his days depressed like this.

Of course, this is a person's luck creation, Wu Xiaofan can think about it, and he doesn't complain about Chen Zhiling. It's just that in his heart, there is already an incomprehensible paranoia about the word grandmaster.

He looked at the young man in his early twenties in front of him, and couldn't help but ask again, "Are you a grandmaster?"

The young man didn't hear it, but he just looked at Huang Tingxuan, and looked indifferent: "In Xia Tang Yin, from outside the gate." I want to use these three pillars of fragrance in exchange for three years for Xiao Dao Ye and me. How?"

"Tang Yin?"

Huang Tingxuan was already dizzy. For a while, he looked at Wu Xiaofan, who was also standing aside in a daze.

Tang Yin's eyes were tactful, and he smiled and said: "The Divine Master Dao Heavenly Book you are holding in your hand seems to be missing twenty-eight pages, and there is no one else in this world who knows the whereabouts of these twenty-eight pages except me." ”

Huang Tingxuan's eyelids rolled, and he almost fainted. He almost suspected that the young man named Tang Yin in front of him was the old ancestor of Yunyang who was not dead at all, and came to play tricks on himself with a human skin.

There is no heavenly reason, there is no heavenly reason, what else do you not know.

Huang Tingxuan's heart was surging, and he suddenly felt that following this "ancestor master", oh no, Brother Tang seemed to have a much better future than following Chen Ergou to join the army.

Wu Xiaofan also thinks so.

But when he thought of the Qianyang Concept that would be taken back at any time, Huang Tingxuan had to get entangled: "But I have already promised one person to join the army with him...... I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to accept Your Excellency's kindness. ”

Tang Yin's face showed a rare look of surprise, he looked Huang Tingxuan up and down, smiled suddenly, and nodded secretly.

Although he is a little dull and soft, he is not a person who forgets his righteousness, which is very good.

Then, Tang Yin seemed to have a plan in his heart, and said, "In that case, then I will join the army with you until you can follow me." ”

Huang Tingxuan scratched his head, and his dark and shiny eyes were all around.

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of any good reason to refuse Tang Yin's proposal, even though he still didn't know anything about this "Ancestral Master".

In the end, Huang Tingxuan agreed in a daze. Wu Xiaofan had been in the magic of Tang Yin's Grandmaster Power for a long time, and he had no opinion.

Tang Yin's nose was extremely sensitive, and Huang and Wu were still standing in the hall looking at each other, and they took care of themselves and walked around in the Qianyang Temple, and in just a moment, they moved out a few jars of Chen Ergou's private collection from under Huang Tingxuan's bed.

His eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to lift the lid on the wine jar, and without caring about any image, he lifted the wine jar violently, poured a few sips into his mouth, and exhaled straight: "It's really a good wine!"