I saw that this place is very bright, the sky is not high, although there is no sun and moon, but it is covered with colorful clouds, it is wonderful, like a fairyland. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As the saying goes, the immortal family has its own cave, which is really amazing.

The first thing that catches your eye is a nine-curved bridge, outside the bridge is a lotus pond, lotus leaf fields, rippling blue waves, and it is charming.

Looking further on, there is a garden on the opposite side. The surface of the water is circuitous, reflecting many wind pavilions and water pavilions. In the attic in the distance, the seat is high pecked by the eaves and carved beams, which is very exquisite. The attic in the outer temple is already exquisite, but compared with this, it is far from the same.

The most eye-catching thing is a scenic mountain behind, the green willows are shady, the flowers are clustered, there is no need to climb the mountain, you have felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing in your face, refreshing people's hearts.

On the top of the mountain, suddenly a nine-story high-rise building rises to the sky, straight into the sky, giving people a sense of heaven and earth connecting, and it is shocking.

Xiao Yi said in his heart: "I can't imagine that there is such a quiet place in the inner temple, and it is a bit of a waste to not let people live here." ”

Xiao Yi sighed, but when he saw that there was no one around, he quickly ran forward.

After crossing the Jiuqu Bridge, I wore flowers and willows all the way, and ran straight to Najing Mountain. He already felt that only the Jingshan Mountain in this garden was the most peculiar, and according to the habits of the dragon god, eighty percent of the dragon seal stone ruins were on the Jingshan Mountain.

This garden is very vast, all the way to the gallop, with its speed, running the tea cup work, not half of the journey.

Seeing that there was a small pond in front of him, he didn't want to spend time passing over the bridge next to him, so he flew over it like a dragonfly dotting water.

But at this moment, I heard someone chanting softly: "The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine." The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head. ”

Xiao Yi was shocked, his breath was unsteady, and he almost fell into the water.

The reason why he was so frightened was because from the moment he entered the inner temple, he was always on high alert, letting his mind out, and paying close attention to the situation around him. At this time, regardless of the realm of heaven and man, it can be perceived in detail, even if it is only based on the sensitivity of the body's hair and skin, the wind and grass within ten zhang will definitely not be able to escape its perception.

However, even so, he didn't even notice the existence of the other party before he recited the poem. In this way, it is enough to show that the other party's cultivation is far beyond him.

Being in a dangerous place, how could Xiao Yi not be shocked?

He suddenly turned around and followed the prestige. I saw a delicate water pavilion on the edge of the small pond, and a person in the pavilion leaned against the railing, looking down at a lotus flower that had just emerged in the pond. On the top of the lotus, there is a dragonfly, which is just in line with the poetry.

Look at the person who recites poetry, Eguan Bo belt, dressed very neatly, but there is a sense of leisure all over his body, quite a general's style. His face was fair, his face was clear, he seemed to be not very old, and he was weathered, so he could not tell his actual age.

It was the first time Xiao Yi had encountered someone in such a realm, and he was quite surprised in his heart. And, to his admiration, the man has become one with his surroundings, as if he were a superfluous person, and as soon as he speaks, he destroys the current poetic mood. Yes, but seeing that the other party didn't speak, he didn't know how to speak, and stood on the side in a daze.

After a while, the dragonfly flapped its wings and flew away from the newly emerging lotus flower and flew off into the distance.

The man sighed, woke up from the artistic conception, had a sense of loss, and said: "I have waited for a long time to wait for this situation, and I don't want to pass it in a blink of an eye." How many good times can there be in life, alas, ......"

Xiao Yi couldn't imagine that such a beautiful poem could make him sigh like this, and he was really surprised.

After a pause, the man raised his head, only to seem to find Xiao Yi, smiled slightly, and asked, "What do you think of the poem just now?"

Xiao Yi said: "The poetry is beautiful and fascinating. Good poems made by predecessors. ”

What he said was really from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't want to say too much and lose it, and the last sentence exposed his ignorance.

The man first smiled and said, "This poem is written by Mr. Chengzhai Yang Tingxiu, I don't dare to take it for myself." ”

Immediately, his voice suddenly turned sharp, and he asked, "Who are you who dare to break into the Confucian Inner Temple?"

Xiao Yi knew the problem at this time, and he was secretly shocked in his heart, only hating himself for not practicing Confucianism in the past two months.

Although he thought so at this time, he tried again, and the estimated result was still the same. Confucianism is all-encompassing, and it is impossible for a Confucian disciple to learn it in his lifetime, so how much can he get involved in two months.

At this time, Xiao Yi already felt that the Haoran righteousness on the other party's body was rising up, and he was pressing straight towards him.

The scorching breath of the greatest and most rigid made me breathless.

"Ninth Layer Realm?" Sensing the strength of that aura, it was already much higher than himself, and he had definitely broken through to the ninth layer realm, which was not far behind the strength displayed by Ji Hongren.

Xiao Yi couldn't believe that there were such masters in the inner temple, and said in his heart: "It's not that today's Confucianism takes Ji Hongren as the most, and the masters who have reached the ninth layer realm have all traveled the world except for Nangong Yan, who is this person, and how can he appear here?"

But fortunately, the other party's majestic righteousness came to three feet in front of him, suddenly froze, and came to besiege but not attack.

Xiao Yi knew that the other party was not sure of his identity, so he didn't take the liberty of making a move. His mind was in a hurry, knowing that he was invincible, and hurriedly said: "The seniors are Mingjian, the younger generations are upright Confucian disciples, don't believe you." ”

At the moment, the mind was silent, forcing Haoran righteousness out of the body to verify his identity. Of course, in order not to make the other party suspicious, he just used six layers of strength.

The man stared at him and said, "Since you can come here without alarming the Confucian Haoran array, you must have the aura of Haoran. However, the poem just now is a Confucian enlightenment poem, and no one knows about it as a Confucian disciple. You don't even know this poem, and you dare to call yourself a Confucian disciple, it's ridiculous. ”

Xiao Yi hurriedly explained: "The younger generation Shen Xiaoyi, because he has been living abroad since childhood, has recently returned to Confucianism. Yes, I don't know anything about these poems, so my predecessors made fun of them. ”

Although the other party is a master of the ninth layer realm, Xiao Yi is not afraid when he really makes a move. He was just worried that the fight here would be too loud and alarm others, and at that time, whether he could leave safely or not, at least the matter of redressing the grievances of the Shen family would be completely hopeless.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to report his own door and try to stabilize the other party.

"Shen family," the man pondered, "are you Shen Wenju, or are you a descendant of Shen Wenxiu?"

Xiao Yi was stunned for a moment, and said truthfully: "The younger father, Shen Linyuan, doesn't know the two mentioned by the seniors, maybe they are the grandfathers of the younger generations, forgive the younger generations for being unfilial, and I don't know the grandfather's name and surname." ”

The man suddenly said, "I forgot, now I have reached the Xiaozi generation." In the future, the literary generation should be your grandfather's grandfather, how can you know it? ”

"Grandfather's grandfather?" Xiao Yiden was stunned. (To be continued.) )