The spring shirt is cold, the west wind is cold, and although the clothes are cold, the heart is hot.

Bai Cheng stood outside the hall, his face faintly showed excitement, just now the two Taoist priests in the Xuangui Hall shot one after another, and the young Taoist priest also gave up, although the fire was terrifying, but when Bai Cheng thought about life and death, it was not difficult to flash the fire talisman, but as soon as the middle-aged Taoist priest made a move, he was a few kinds of fire elves, flying or channeling, high or low, no matter how high his light skill was, no matter how fast his body was, it was inevitable that he would be pounced.

Thinking of this, Bai Cheng was suspicious, after coming to this world, although he has been practicing martial arts and has never been far away, but when Bai Tiehan was alive, he traveled extensively, whether it was in the north or in the south, they all had close friends, but when they talked about the masters at that time, they were all martial arts masters, even if they mentioned a few people in the Daomen, they were all great masters in martial arts, and they never said that there were such strange skills in the Daomen.

If it is said that the whereabouts of this Taoist priest are secret, it is like the Demon Sect in the martial arts, but these people just act openly and unrestrained, and in front of the small people in the market, they also openly display some powerful skills, so public, but no one mentions it, there must be an extremely critical point in the middle, and I haven't thought it through.

Bai Cheng is curious by nature, the more mysterious everything is, the more interested he is in understanding, and he secretly thinks in his heart, when he practiced in the valley in the past, he thought that martial arts were just a master of qi training, if there was no strange fate, he was only afraid that it would be difficult to break through the master of refining gods in this life, but he didn't want to be big in the rivers and lakes, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, don't say that the Mai Xiangshi that day is these few Taoist priests who are not famous, and there are also magical means, it seems that there are endless masters in the rivers and lakes, but it is not as simple as he thinks.

Bai Cheng thought outside the door for a long time, but Cui Boyuan in the hall thought that he was shocked by the methods of the ancestor of the Xuangui Hall, so he came out and dragged Bai Cheng back into the hall and sat on the ground.

The middle-aged Taoist priest just used his means in front of everyone, not only calming the disciples in the hall, but even the young Taoist priest next to him also showed a look of jealousy on his face, and stopped arguing with him at this time and kept silent.

Seeing that everyone in the hall had quieted down, the white-haired Taoist priest opened his eyes, knocked on the chime, and began to talk about the scriptures.

Bai Cheng knew that although these three Taoist priests were not necessarily Taoist people, they also had some means, so he calmed down and listened to this Taoist priest's lecture.

After listening carefully, there is really a slight difference, in the past, the Taoist scriptures that Bai Cheng read in this world were all passed down by the Sanqing Dao Ancestor, even if there are scriptures written by others, they are also expounded and expounded on the words of the Dao Ancestor.

Today, the scriptures in the white-haired Taoist scriptures are completely different, they are written by a fairy called Mrs. Xuanming, and it is about the cultivation experience of Mrs. Xuanming.

Bai Cheng listened to it for a while, and felt that although this scripture was not written by the Taoist ancestor, it was also very mysterious, and it was definitely not something that could be compiled by the evil sect and the outside Tao, and it was indeed a true scripture handed down by a Taoist master, and he gradually listened to it fascinated.

The white-haired Taoist priest said that it was a night, but he was old, and when he talked about the scriptures, there was no sense of depression and frustration, and there was really no attraction, and the other disciples in the hall listened to it, not so much the sound of the avenue, but the hypnotic divine comedy, although everyone believed in piety, but most of them were born poor, and their cultivation was far from being knowledgeable, and they did not understand the meaning of this scripture at all, and they had slept in the second half of the night, and when it was dawn, only Bai Cheng was still listening attentively.

The sun rises in the east, the golden rooster sings three times, and the purple air of the morning sun shines into the temple.

Seeing the rising sun, the white-haired Taoist priest slammed the chime and woke everyone up, then slowly got up and walked to the apse, and glanced at Bai Cheng as he left.

Bai Cheng's cultivation was gradual, although he listened to the scriptures all night, he was not half tired, he looked at Cui Boyuan sideways, and saw that he had just been woken up by the sound of chime, so he reached out and pulled him up, ready to go back.

Bai Cheng grabbed Cui Boyuan and was about to walk out of the door, when he suddenly heard a voice from behind: "Boyuan, Eleven Lang, you come with me." ”

Bai Cheng turned around and saw that it was Lu Jianshan, the cheap master who worshipped last night, and he couldn't help but suspect in his heart that he had inquired about the situation in the Xuangui Hall on the way last night.

The three patriarchs in the hall, the hall master's surname is Zhang, is the white-haired old Taoist, and the other two, one of them is called Lu Jianshan, who is this cheap master, and the other is Sun Daohai, who is the young Taoist priest who embarrassed himself last night.

According to Cui Boyuan, although he worshiped under Lu Jianshan's door early, he did not please his master, and he couldn't say a word to Lu Jianshan on weekdays.

At this time, Lu Jianshan suddenly called him, and Bai Cheng secretly said in his heart, could it be related to himself?

Bai Cheng was puzzled, but it was inconvenient to excuse himself, the two answered, and followed Lu Jianshan to the backyard.

Passing through the front hall, see that this backyard is not small, there is a row of tile houses on the east and west sides, the courtyard is paved with blue bricks, there are peach trees planted in front of several rooms, and there is a large vat under the peach blossom trees, which is used to prevent water walking, and it is full of water, and there are several koi fish.

At this time, in early spring, the peach blossoms are gorgeous, and the petals fall in the water, competing with the koi fish, but it is also a beautiful scenery.

When he came to the quiet room, Lu Jianshan nodded and motioned for the two to sit down, took out a plate of snacks from the cabinet, made a pot of tea with his own hands, and then sat down on the cloud bed, looked at the two, and smiled silently.

Cui Boyuan was still ignorant, he only felt flattered, Bai Cheng secretly said in his heart, courteous to others, there must be something to ask for, this Taoist priest has changed his normal state, so attentive, but he doesn't know what to think.

Lu Jianshan coughed slightly and asked Cui Boyuan: "Boyuan, since you started, how did you treat you as a teacher?"

Cui Boyuan opened his mouth and said: "The master is like a reborn parent to the apprentice, and he is as kind to the apprentice as a mountain. ”

Lu Jianshan seemed to be very satisfied with his answer, and said with a slight smile: "Being a teacher is just a little bit of a master and apprentice, and you and I are not outsiders. ”

Cui Boyuan hurriedly stood up and said, "Master has something to order." ”

Lu Jianshan smiled and said: "It's actually a good thing for you, but this matter has to start from thirty years ago." ”

Lu Jianshan's talk is half an hour younger, talking about thirty years ago, before Lu Jianshan became a monk, he had a distant cousin in his hometown, and he was a green bamboo horse since he was a child. Later, the two families made a marriage contract, agreed that after adulthood, they would get married, but unexpectedly, when Lu Jianshan was twelve years old, he met the master of the door, because of his admiration for the avenue, followed the teacher in the deep mountains for more than 20 years before leaving the mountain, and when he went out of the mountain to visit his cousin, he heard a thunderbolt on a sunny day, it turned out that his cousin had died after he left, because of longing.

After Lu Jianshan learned of this, he was heartbroken, and after returning to the master's gate, he did not say a word, eat or drink in the room all day, and saw that the description was withered and his vitality was weak. When the master saw him like this, he couldn't bear it, so he took out a red rope and taught him how to use the secret method.

After Lu Jianshan got the red rope, he fasted and bathed for seven days, pierced the blood in his heart, dripped it on the red rope, put it in the alchemy furnace, and burned it for seven days and seven nights.

Lu Jianshan ran with this red light for several months, and finally came to Qingyang Mansion, after this, I saw this red light pass through the house, and finally connected to a seven or eight-year-old girl, it turned out that this girl was his deceased cousin.

Speaking of this, Lu Jianshan's eyes were already red, tears were hanging in his eyes, and his voice was already choked.

Cui Boyuan couldn't help but ask, "Master, but I don't know who this girl is?"

Lu Jianshan sighed: "Don't hide it from you, this person is your sister Cui Xiaowan." ”

Although the voice was soft, Cui Boyuan's ears were like a thunderbolt, and he was stunned on the spot, and the tea bowl in his hand also fell to the ground.