"And his cultivation, it should be above six steps, otherwise this ageless face can't be explained. ”

"But the release family of more than six steps can be ageless, but it can't be unable to stop the body from rotting, since you and I entered the temple, it seems that there is no trace of change in the body of the uncle. ”

"Could it be that I have practiced other immortal techniques?"

"If it weren't for the master's confession in front of him, he couldn't reveal the deeds of the master ancestor to anyone, but he could go to Luohuang Temple and ask Uncle Daozhen for advice. ”

"If you really let Luohuang Temple know the existence of Master Ancestor, my Tianchan Temple will be in danger. ”

Dao bitterly recited the Buddha's name, and neither of them spoke.

When Yu Fan Hou heard the words of the art of immortality, his heart lit up, if he learned this art of immortality from Mi Yan, would he be able to resist the disease of rejuvenation in his body, even if he could live a few more years, he could make more arrangements for the vitality of Yu Shou.

Thinking about this, the Jade Fan Hou left the cliff with both hands, leaned back, and fell into the whimpering mountain wind, fluttering all the way, letting the mountain wind blow him down the mountain.

Bai Gong since entering the temple, the performance is very diligent, where there is a practice of schoolwork, every time must be the first to go, the last to go, day and night meditation from stopping, which makes him soon become the first person in the Taoist practice peers, the Tao of bitterness is also a different kind of expectation for him, Bai Gong always said to those who look up to their eyes: "In order to get the avenue, must be the first in everything, if it is only reduced to a second, it is also a generation of flies and insects, and it is in vain." ”

Bai Gong soon became a disciple of Dao Ku, and specially vacated a wing room near the Xizhao Pavilion for Bai Gong to move in, so as to improve his martial arts from time to time, and after three months, Bai Gen's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and he has been cultivated to three steps of Jue Mi, and Dao Gong is very happy.

After months of frantic practice, Bai Gen's clothes were in tatters, and he decided it was time to go down the mountain and buy what he needed.

There is a market at the foot of the salary mountain, thanks to the blessing of the Tiancia Temple, the collection of things is all available, Bai Gen quickly bought all the things, sat in a tea shop with the word Li hanging, and asked for a pot of tea to rest.

An old man in a patched cloth coat, holding an erhu, led a blue-clothed girl and walked over: "The old man's surname is Zhang, this is my granddaughter Lancao, my grandparents and grandchildren went out to visit relatives, but the silver money was stolen, the first time I arrived in the precious land, I dare to offer ugliness, I hope that all the old men and young masters, girls and aunts, can be kind, give some copper coins for the eastward trip back to the hometown, heaven and earth, Zhang Laohan will give birth to dogs and horses in return!"

Zhang Laohan sat on a stone, tried to pull twice, and then a foreign erhu flowed out of his hand, Lancao lowered his head, blushed, still not very suitable for such occasions, Zhang Laohan did not urge her, just continued to pull the erhu, Lancao's small mouth opened slightly, a little two breaths, waited for a tune, and sang a dialect ballad, although I don't understand what to sing, but just Lancao from the song revealed the coquettishness, shyness is enough to make people have endless aftertaste.

Halfway through the song, everyone was distracted, and suddenly there was a sound of a tea bowl falling on the table: "What kind of thing is singing, you can't understand it, so you come out to perform?" Inside the tea shop, a man with a black face and a naked body shouted.

Blue grass was like a frightened rabbit, and immediately hid on Zhang Laohan's body.

Zhang Laohan still had a smile on his face, and he pulled his granddaughter and prepared to leave.

The black-faced man didn't give up: "What? I want to leave? I was in a good mood today, but I was in a bad mood because of your two nonsense, and I wanted to leave without making some compensation?"

Zhang Laohan: "This hero, we are already penniless, otherwise why would we go to the street to survive by performing arts, what will we compensate you?"

"Your granddaughter, is still good-looking, forget it, today I have a kind heart, accept your granddaughter to make a partial house, the family is still lacking a weeding and farming slave, now this is also a proper arrangement for the two of you, saving you the hard work on the way back to your hometown, such a beautiful way, you will not refuse, I will work harder, today I will marry your granddaughter, and you can also have a full meal as soon as possible. ”

The black-faced man smiled and flew up and down, and his hand stretched out to get the blue grass, and the blue grass saw that the big black hair hand was about to reach out in front of him, and screamed in surprise, Zhang Dahan stretched out his small arms and hurriedly stalled in front of the black-faced man: "Hero! Hero! We don't dare to climb high, and the blue grass just wants to go back to his hometown to see his parents!"

"I have allowed you to climb high today, no matter how far the mountains and rivers are, it is just a donkey cart to pull my mother-in-law over, and I can still have some labor in my garden. The black-faced man stretched out his hand to push away the old man.

Zhang Laohan tightly protected the blue grass: "The mother of the blue grass is already seriously ill, this is 108,000 miles away from home, the mother of the blue grass can't afford to be bumpy!"

"You old man is talking nonsense, since you two owe me now, you have to pay it off before leaving, you still want to play tricks in front of Lao Tzu. The black-faced man was obviously impatient, and with one hand, he flipped the thin old man Zhang to the ground, and the only thing left in front of him was the blue grass that was still shivering.

The black-haired hand, just about to touch Licao, Bai Gen flashed in front of the black-faced man, and one hand will tightly clasp the black-haired hand, the black-faced man did not hesitate, and there was unbearable pain on his hand, and the black-haired hand was tightened tighter and tighter, and finally it was screwed out to bleed.

Blackface immediately shouted: "Let go, let go, bleed!!"

In the end, the black face was sweating in pain, and he knelt directly on the ground: "Hero, I was wrong, beg the hero to let me go." ”

Bai Gen's hand shook, the black face was thrown into the air, Bai Gen Fei stepped forward and made up for his lower abdomen, and Hei Xian was gasped into the river, not knowing life or death.

Bai Gong took the hand of the blue grass: "Now you are safe." ”

Zhang Laohan got up from the ground and hurriedly thanked him.

Bluegrass struggled slightly, but still struggled to let go of Bai Gong's hand.

Bai Gen stared at the blue grass: "My name is Bai Gen, I am the eldest disciple of the Tianchan Temple, don't thank me, it should be my generation's business, you go west from here, and you will see a Baijia village for two more days, where there is a farmer with a mole on his forehead, that is my father, you can go to him, by the way, help me take care of my father, and when I come back from practicing on this mountain, I will come to meet you." ”

Bai Gong glanced up and down at the blue grass again, then let go of his hand and walked away on his own.

The white man came and went quickly, Zhang Laohan didn't have time to say a word, and the white man disappeared, Zhang Laohan looked at the frightened blue grass around him, and sighed long.

At this time, a scholar came out of the crowd, and the scholar carried a bookcase that never fell to the ground, and wore a Wensheng scarf on his head, looking weak and weak.

Zhang Laohan hurriedly pulled the blue grass behind him.

The scholar hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhang, don't misunderstand, I... I already have a sweetheart, but it's definitely not Miss Bluegrass, it's just that I listened to the song just now, and before I paid the money, I made a noise, and now I'm here to make up for it. ”

The scholar handed Zhang Laohan a small money bag: "The song just now is full of nostalgia, presumably Mr. Zhang is from near Xianjin City, right? It is really good to solve the pain of homesickness of Xiaosheng, and the money in it should be enough to pay off the return car and boat fare. ”

Zhang Laohan heard this, the old tears were rampant, and when he was about to kneel, there was no shadow of a scholar in front of him.

Zhang Laohan looked west, and then looked east, worried that the surnamed Bai would go and return, pulled the blue grass, and ran east.

On the mountain road of Tianchan Temple, the scholar who was running out of breath was resting on a tree, and a jade fan stretched out next to him, one piece, and slowly fanned him to the wind.

The Jade Fan Hou stretched out his head and asked with a smile: "Scholar, what a good means, in order to please the blue grass girl, he even dares to bury his own ancestral grave." ”

The scholar panicked: "Childe... What.. Why?"

"You obviously don't have the accent of Xianjin City, but you want to pretend to meet your old acquaintance in a foreign country, and provoke the beautiful woman's heart to secretly agree?"

The scholar defended: "Don't make fun of the child, isn't the son also ready to help just now? Didn't he also let the surnamed Bai steal the limelight? I wonder if the son's family is also an old father who works as a farmer, waiting for the bluegrass girl to take care of one or two?"

"Alas, I can't do this kind of thing of being a hero and a villain, disgusting. Jade Fan Hou shook his head.

The scholar laughed dryly: "This bitter master, this time it's a big trouble." ”

"Oh, what do you mean by that?" asked the Jade Fan Hou.

"This huge Tianchan Temple may have a catastrophe without sight. The scholar looked at the top of the mountain with a little anxiety.

"I see that none of the monks on this mountain are blind?"

"People in this world, there are those who have no beads, those who are blind in their eyes, how annoying they are, can the son really tell the difference?"

"That's the same, it's still a scholar. ”

"Eh, there's another kind of person who pretends to be confused if he understands, that is, the kind of son he said. ”

"Ha, if I can one day, pretend to understand, you must remind me. ”

"Will we really know each other until that day?"

"Maybe... ”

As if he had rested enough, the scholar was ready to leave for the mountain, followed by the Jade Fan Marquis.

The scholar looked back at him: "I'm going up the mountain to catch up with the master of Daoku, why did the son go up the mountain?"

Yufan Hou opened his mouth in surprise: "Then I also went up the mountain to catch up with the Dao Bitter Master, but I accompanied you, the scholar, you, my eighteen-year confidant and friend, up the mountain." ”

The scholar rubbed his head: "Isn't it that I have amnesia, just half a pillar of incense less than time, can I have eighteen years?"

Jade Fan Hou shook his fan: "I just used this jade fan to help you slap eighteen times, how many people in this world can relieve your worries and help you eliminate your sorrows like me?" ”

"Haha, in the whereabouts of the first scholar Bilan Chengfang. ”

"In the lower jade fan marquis. ”

"Long admiration, long admiration, Hou Ye's family has such a big industry. ”

"Fortunately, fortunately, Brother Bilan is also amazing. ”

In this way, the eighteen-year confidant and friend who had just met only half a pillar of incense, talked and laughed all the way, just like being closer than a brother, hand in hand all the way, under the small high mountain.