In the Confucius Temple, the old master rarely took out an old picture scroll that has been treasured for many years and the old crutch stopped for a long time, and the long sandalwood table of equal length was occupied, the plain picture, only one person's back, on the top of the mountain, in the sea of clouds, the neck was obliquely inserted with dogwood, faintly volleying away.

The old master's face was full of nostalgia and the color was getting stronger and stronger, and the old man looked at the sweat on his forehead like a bead, if it was just an ordinary view, it was unremarkable, but as long as he used his spiritual sense, what he saw in front of him was a sword that went to the sky and obtained it, destroying the sky and destroying the earth.

The old man retracted his momentum, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and panted slightly, "I've heard you mention it many times over the years, but today is the first time I've seen it, and it's really extraordinary." ”

The old master poured a cup of tea for the two of them, and said softly: "When you say extraordinary, do you mean people, or paintings?"

"Painting is people, and people are paintings. ”

The old master's eyes were appreciative, and he sipped his tea and said with a smile, "It is said that after the collapse of the Shinto and the initial determination of the pattern of the four seas and seven continents, there was an inexplicable rule between heaven and earth, and the immortals were far above the world, and they must ascend, but everyone really didn't know anything about the place after the ascension, and many individuals would rather press the realm, or even fall into the realm, and it is said that many immortals on the mountain died during that time. ”

"I've heard some rumors as well, but what does it have to do with this person?"

"There was really no way back then, this person who had disappeared for many years appeared on Nanxiu's Fenghua Mountain, on the ninth day of the ninth month of September, he stepped on the fairy gate and flew out of the sky, only to dispel the concerns of the immortals in the world, and only then did the immortals fly up in the future, and the seven continents were peaceful. ”

Lao Guan was slightly surprised, he had never heard of this matter, but he only remembered that Nanxiu Fenghua Mountain was also called Tianmen Mountain, which was the first choice for tens of thousands of years of ascension, and the suppression of Heavenly Dao was the smallest, and it was easiest to break through the immortal gate.

"This is the one?"

The old master smiled proudly, "Not bad. It's just a little regret that I haven't painted the true face. ”

The old man was interested, moved his steps, stood beside the old master, and asked in a low voice, "What, have you seen it?" ”

The old master flicked his sleeves and bent down to roll up the scroll, "I have never seen it either, this painting was also given by someone else, and the story was also told by the master who taught me, only that this person also has a great relationship with the academy, so when I came here, I brought it here." ”

Lao Guan was a little disappointed, looking at the old master's cautious appearance, he smiled dumbly, a sour and rotten literati, and he has always been sentimental.

The old man looked at the old master, and said again, "The person who painted is the Dao Xuan who entered the Tao with painting, and the reason why he didn't draw this person's appearance was not because he didn't see it, but because he couldn't draw it with a pen, and finally tried his best to intercept a piece of this person's sword qi and refine this painting." ”

"So strong, then who is this person?" The Dao Xuanzi who entered the Tao with painting, his own realm was already an immortal realm ten thousand years ago, and he was one of the few old immortals who were unwilling to soar, and he couldn't draw people, how strong do you have to be.

"Childe Chu. He smiled, and the old master's eyes were bright.

The sip of tea that Lao Guan had just reached his lips and gently put it back on the table, "You have been collecting it for so many years, or ...... it"

"Don't open your mouth. The old master knew this, and strode downstairs.

The old crutch followed, with a look of remorse, anxious, anxious.

After putting away the expression on his face, Lao Guan asked, "I haven't seen you show off so much, why did you take it out again today." ”

"Am I the kind of person who likes to show off?" the old master looked back and frowned, looking incredulous.

"Isn't it?" the old crutch raised his head and looked straight ahead, answering with a question.

After I first arrived in the town and got to know each other, I watched myself fall all the way, and you still showed off less? Drinking in the broken mirror, Hinayana drinking, and drinking in every Mahayana realm, which time didn't you have to pull yourself as a companion? The broken sword buried under the mountain, every time you talk about it, bury it and dig it, how many times can you forget it?

The two stood at the door, the old master pulled up his cuffs, and said softly, "It's really not a show this time, the library opened that day, I didn't expect that the first person to enter would be the child, and I didn't expect him to bring out a book." ”

"What do you mean?" Lao Gui's heart suddenly tightened.

"It's not a bad thing, don't be nervous, the library cabinet contains the world's books, and it is the last cultural heritage of this world, I have been here for many years, and I have always thought that it will eventually be the child surnamed Mu. ”

"Xiao Mo took the context?" exclaimed.

"There shouldn't be, but taking away the context will also take away the book lamp and the sermon on the third floor at the same time, these things are still there, but I can't figure out why he was able to take out that book, and the man in green clothes wants to clean up the Haoran Qi gathered from the rest of the continents. ”

"There's a problem with that book? Can you finish it all at once, and you're in a hurry. The old master's words were uneven and rose again and again, and the old monster was anxious to hear it.

The old master turned his head to look at the old man, "That book was written by the man in the painting." I've always wondered what the man in Tsing Yi was going to do. ”

"How?"

"This person's realm should be far above you and me, if what I expected is true, everything in the town should be in full view for him, then why did he not make a move in the conflict outside the official office, the attack in front of the academy, and the place of Shinto burial in the stele forest can no longer be entered, the original clear context belonging to the background began to become unpredictable, and that child, do you really think that the luck of the avenue that belongs to him this time will be so little?"

The old master's rare opinion frowned, and his expression was dazed.

Lao Gui looked calm, lowered his head and thought about it, "Although I can't guess it, I believe that he should have no ill will towards Xiao Mo." ”

"Why?"

"Feeling. ”

"If there is no malice, our guess is correct, then why did he want to disperse this child's luck and Qizhou Haoran's qi? What is his plan?"

The old master seemed to be talking to himself, "Lingruin, Lingruin, what is a ruin, you and I both know that under the land of this continent, there is the largest mass grave in the world, these people come here for more than just luck, but all these foreign teenagers are involved with the child because of the restaurant, to put it mildly, it is to involve the whole world with the child." ”

Lao Guan was a little frightened, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

"It stands to reason that since you like this kid so much, if you have a plan, you should do your best to help him have the ability to do things for him, why let him lose even what he should have got? If everyone in the town is his calculation, it is equivalent to him holding the genius of this generation in the land of six continents into his hands, is he from Jiucang?" the old master's voice trembled a little.

What can be seen and what cannot be seen, how many people are guarding the land of this state, how many inheritances and even the future of the world are guarded, how can they be destroyed in the hands of this person.

If it is really from Jiucang, is it from Jiucang Academy? Otherwise, how can you light up the lantern of reading books.

"I can't figure it out with such effort, so it's better to ask directly. Lao Guan looked at the small town restaurant, and his tone was firm.

"Are you going?" the old master smiled slightly, and when he returned to his final state, his temperament seemed to have changed, "Not afraid of death?"

"Let's go together?" the old man looked at the old master seriously, his eyes wandering.

As soon as the old master was about to turn around, the reading lamp in the academy suddenly brightened, and the entire academy was shrouded in a layer of golden light, shining brightly.

Lao Gui also looked questioning, and the eyes of both of them flashed brightly, and they swept towards the town inch by inch.

In the Mu Mansion, the Demon Pupil of the Divine Machine Pavilion stared at the sleepy young man in front of him with a surprised expression, crying and laughing.

In the sea of young people's knowledge, a simple book slowly takes shape, glowing with a mysterious light, and the pages of the book turn in turn, and they never get tired of it.

The man's demon pupils moved his fingers lightly, wiped the saliva from the corners of the young man's mouth, and slowly withdrew his fingers when the young man's forehead wanted to flick, this is a reading seed, how many people have studied hard all their lives, and how many people can understand the righteousness of heaven and earth between the lines, but who has ever seen such a sleep in front of him, and he can forcibly pull the avenue of knowledge into his body by swallowing dates, and he doesn't leave any of them, and some things are really unreasonable.

The pages on the table were windless and automatic, and the large and small words were like fish playing in the water, swaying and flashing at the young man's forehead, the man coughed lightly, and Mu Haoru woke up in response to the sound and sat up straight.

No matter how good the talent is, it is too much.

"Uncle Shi. Mu Haoru stood up and saluted, looking embarrassed.

Demon Hitomi waved his hand, "The fate talisman has been completed, and tomorrow I will start to open the second page of that book and take a look." ”

"What?" Mu Haoru exclaimed, jumped to the man's side, withdrew his hand and grabbed the demon pupil's arm tightly, and asked repeatedly.

The man smiled, and when he turned around, he flicked a finger on the top of the young man's head, "The life talisman has been completed, you can find it when you read the second page tomorrow and look inward by yourself." ”

The boy burst into tears, bowed his head and stood in place, sobbing softly.

The man stopped and said softly, "The man doesn't flick when he has tears, why is it suddenly like this?"

The young man raised his head, stared at the man's eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "They bullied my brother, but now I can protect my brother." ”

The man was slightly surprised, and then smiled with relief: "Good thing, good thing, don't cry." ”

The heart of a child, the righteousness of Haoran, a good thing, in this world, it has been too long to know what it means to be a scholar.

The man was slightly nostalgic, thinking that back then, those people with the greatest knowledge were also the people with the longest sword qi and the greatest temper in heaven and earth.

Mu Haoru nodded fiercely, pulled up his sleeves and slapped you back and forth on his face, and then went out without saying a word.

The man looked at the back of the young man, his eyebrows and eyes were bent upward, and he went out with his sword, daring to be the enemy of ten thousand people.

The old master looked delighted, smiling and looking at the old man.

"How?"

"A natural seed of reading, an ironclad cultural heir. The old master's eyes were shining and full of confidence.

"Then why don't you pull it over and let me go to the library pavilion quickly? Lao Guan looked at the refreshed old master and joked.

The old master's expression instantly retracted, and he made a look to shut up the old man, and the two looked at the town again.

Mu Haoru ran all the way to the restaurant, and when he saw Su Changmo, who was sitting at the table talking to the man in Tsing Yi, he hugged him, and shouted with his eyes wet red, "Brother." ”

Xia Ling's disgusted body leaned back slightly, although there was still a table across from him, two big men, can they use this? Da Ge took a sip of wine, didn't turn his head, just smiled lightly.

Su Changmo got up in a panic and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Mu Haoru held his head high, sniffed and said proudly: "Brother, I have condensed into a life talisman." ”

Su Changmo pinched both sides of the young man and smiled like a flower, "Our Xiaohao is really powerful, so he ran here for this way?"

"Mmmm, isn't that fun. The boy bowed his head and replied.

"Sit down and say. Su Changmo pulled another stool and put it next to the young man's lap, Mu Haoran looked at it, grinned, didn't sit down, sat sideways next to Su Changmo, and squeezed into a stool.

Xia Ling congratulated, looking at the young man who had come to the restaurant to hang out the day before yesterday, and at this time he had already condensed into a life talisman in three days, and he couldn't help but be surprised, such a talent, placed in the whole world, is also one of the best.

Everyone opened their mouths to ask, and the young man opened his mouth, except that he knew that he had condensed into a life talisman, he didn't know anything else, Xia Ling let out a long sigh, and when he looked back at the three of them in front of him, he had already started to talk about other trivial matters and turned back to the room.

Da Ge glanced behind him and said, "Since you love to read, then go to the Confucius Temple more, there are many books, and if you go elsewhere in the future, you may not have time to read." ”

Mu Haoru nodded like pounding garlic, "Well, listen to Uncle Da." ”

The more things you read, the better.

The old master lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, and said leisurely: "Sure enough." ”

The old monster asked, "What do you say?"

"According to what I just saw, the young man in the town, whether it is a sword, or many choices, most of them are inseparable from this person. ”

"Just from the fact that he asked the boy surnamed Mu to come to the academy, you thought so much, isn't it a little unfounded?"

"It's that you think less. The old master looked depressed and couldn't think through it, but he had to keep thinking about it.

"What are you going to do?" asked in a loud voice as he looked at the old master who suddenly turned around and headed towards the library.

"Get ready to meet the reader. ”

In the Pegasus Ferry adjacent to Lingxuzhou and the Buddha Kingdom of the Western Soil, a boat slowly approached the shore, and the little novice with a round head and round face pulled an old monk in a big red robe to get off the boat.

Looking around at the men, women and children around, the ferry pavilion, Xiao Shami said softly, "Master, have we arrived at Lingxu Continent?"

"It's here. The old monk looked spoiled.

"And where are we going now?"

"Go and see the world's knowledge. ”

"Don't you need to preach?"

"No, I don't. ”

"That's good. ”

The old monk raised his head, looked south with a blurred vision, and did not preach the scriptures, but only read.