"The disciple is sure that this person is definitely not a cultivator. ”

"Heh..."

The old man smiled meaningfully: "That's true, it's not just that you think this person is not a cultivator, Xia Yuan also used to think so." However, it was this uncultivated Daoist in your eyes who was unscathed by Xia Yuan's full force in Kyushu a month ago, and fled. Why do you say that?"

"Uncle Yuan can't take him?

The old man gave such an answer, and the peony was never expected.

Beautiful eyes are full of confidence. A terrible thought that had been weighed countless times by Xia Xun also rose from Peony's heart.

"Could it be that he is really a master?"

"Then you want to do more. ”

Shen Yi suddenly turned contemptuous, and the old man was quite disdainful: "Although this person can receive three treasures and one gift, he can also calculate the fate of chance, and he has the ability to soar through the clouds." But with these abilities alone, he is far from qualified to be on a par with your master, at most he is a saint-level existence. For this point, Xia Xun thought about it more carefully than you, neither chose to believe it, nor chose to refuse, and kicked the ball to me casually. is to solve doubts, but also to ask for help to save life, that abacus is really good enough. ”

In the second half of these words, the old man was obviously mixed with personal emotions, and Peony was not so happy to hear it. But after all, the old man is the elder, and now Xia Xun still has a request for him, even if the peony is angry, when it comes to this, he has to choke.

The slender jade hand respectfully picked up the lotus seed soup that was cool on the edge of the patio, presented it to the old man, and said in a quiet voice: "Sir, the soup has been cooled, please eat it first." ”

"Huh..."

He laughed and sighed with a self-deprecating smile.

The old man could understand the mind of the peony, after all, it was the apprentice he watched grow up. But on the other hand, how could the peony not be able to grasp the weakness of the old man at will? Just like when the blue bird came with a letter, the first thing Peony did was not to run to the ground to read the letter, but to run patiently to the kitchen to make porridge.

There must be a reason for this.

"You girl, compared to him, I'm a gentleman, but it's so cheap. ”

The old man shook his head and reluctantly took the porcelain bowl.

The old mouth blew lightly on the porridge noodles and said complainingly: "I have eaten a bowl of lotus seed white porridge every day for thirteen years." I never thought that in my lifetime, I would still be able to eat this white porridge and sit on the ground at a starting price, but when I could buy my three-inch tongue. I said, medicine girl, are you so kind to your husband?"

“......”

The old man's sarcasm, Peony can hear it.

It's just that the old man is respectful, and what he said is indeed reasonable, and he is thinking carefully about peony. If the girl's family quibbles again, they will be fearless. If you can't enter, you can only retreat, pursed her mouth slightly, showing a very wronged innocent appearance, silently handed the porcelain spoon to the old man, and didn't answer again.

"Hey..."

If you ask, ask what is the sharpest thing on the Tianshan Mountain.

Outsiders will definitely say that it is a scripture building, an old man. But only the old Confucian who asks the Tianshan Mountains will know that the sharpest thing is actually the tears of the little ancestors.

"That's it, let's not talk about that. ”

Seeing that Peony was so aggrieved that he was about to cry, the old man also lost his temper.

Shaking his head helplessly, holding the bowl in one hand, and taking the porcelain spoon handed by Peony in the other, he took a few mouthfuls of white porridge at will. Then the conversation changed a little and returned to the main topic.

"That man should have some background..."

"At the end of World War I, Chunfeng gathered the world's combat power to encircle and suppress Yueyang, Lao Yin had no soldiers available, and Fengxian was forced to choose to self-extricate himself and cover the sky, so as to kill the Tao and take the last step. After a hundred days of killing, the mountains and rivers were stained with blood, and the human holy steps who came to encircle and suppress were almost slaughtered by him alone, and the eighth child almost died under his seven-star sword, and millions of miles outside Yueyang City once became a human purgatory. In the end, the master couldn't bear to be robbed, so he came to Yingshui in person and sent down heavenly punishment to stop the fighting. However, at that time, Fengxian was only a line away from Dengxian, and a hundred years of penance was in front of him, and it was impossible to abandon it. In desperation, he could only test the sword with the sky, and spend his life cultivating to cut the sky with a sword...

However, the difference between a thin line is a world of difference.

Even if Feng Xian is strong and can't step on the right path, after all, he is only infinitely close to the immortal, not the real immortal, and defeat is inevitable. At the end of the battle, the heavenly thunder shattered his Dao heart, and his lifelong penance was ruined, and he no longer had any hope of ascending to immortality. It's just that Fengxian is not completely defeated. He exhausted his cultivation and cultivated to the Heaven Slashing Sword, which already contained immortal power, and he cut out a wisp of crack in the Heavenly Dao, making the rhythm of the Heavenly Dao incomplete. It was also since then that no one in the mortal world could follow the path of ascending to heaven and becoming holy, and the pinnacle of kings has become the ultimate cultivator in the world, and no one has been sanctified for decades.

Therefore, that sloppy Taoist cannot be a newly promoted saint, nor can he be a pseudo-saint who does not understand the way of heaven and ascends to heaven to become holy. For he has no holy way to go. The only thing that can be explained today is the people left behind. ”

"The Remnants?"

Peony was puzzled: "Mr. once said that there is absolutely nothing else for the saints in the world except for the uncles and uncles. Why are there any leftovers?"

"Shhhhh

"That's what I said. ”

After taking a few mouthfuls of white porridge, the old man chewed and said, "According to the facts, it is true. Back then, he was immortal, and he was about to ascend to immortality. But Yue Yang's war was endless, and even if the Dao Fruit was in hand, he didn't have time to stabilize the Dao Foundation. Under such circumstances, except for the more than ten of our senior brothers from Penglai, as long as those who are in the holy position in the world, who can endure this greed and taboo? But there is a shortage of one in the number of days, and there are exceptions to everything. Isn't it clear that this Taoist is the existence that has been left behind by the world?"

“......”

is in a high position, and it is really a different world as far as the eye goes.

In the past few decades, there has always been a unified answer to the statement that there are still a few saints in the world, and that is the number of eighteen. Because, this number is the same answer that has been calculated by countless calculators and according to the data of various forces in the world in the past hundred years, without exception. And now, the old man who asked Tianshan directly overthrew the authority of the past just by virtue of the appearance of a suspected saint, although it was insignificant, but it was also difficult to convince people.

Regarding the old man's statement, Peony almost didn't have the slightest doubt, but followed the train of thought and raised a deeper question: "If it is a saint, then Xia Xun will be in trouble." Where can the power of a saint not come and go? He tried his best to lure Xia Xun and Mo Xian into the valley, could it be that there was something in this valley that he was afraid of? Otherwise, he would have no reason to act like this at all. Moreover, Xia Xun and Mo Xian both have secrets, and guiding the two of them to enter the valley alone must also have something to do with it. No, I need to remind him..."

I think a lot, and I get to the end.

It seemed that the lover was about to get into danger, and Peony's heart tightened for no reason, and she hurriedly turned around and walked into the study. It didn't take long for him to take out a box of pen, ink, paper and inkstones from his study and walk back to the patio. didn't say much, she sat cross-legged on the high platform of the stone steps, neatly spread out a small piece of cut paper on the stone pier, grinded ink and washed the pen casually, and then held the sackcloth sleeve in the other hand with one hand, and the four onion fingers held the pen stick, and carefully dropped the pen...

The pen is written into words, and the words are wonderfully written.

The main thing is that it is really small enough, a little smaller than the handwriting of the letter, like a slap in the face of a thousand words, small and small. Under the control of four white fingers, lightly click on the small paper, swaying up and down, and the delicate small characters as fine as river sand will be connected into a silk thread, which is extended on the small paper, which is very magical and amazing.

Seeing this, the old man shook his head in disappointment: "Do you think you can persuade him with a few words?"

"It should not be discouraged. ”

"And you still write?"

The apprentice told him to take a moment's time. ”

"Why?"

The pen fell like flowing water, and Peony was quietly immersed in detail, forgetting the proper etiquette. The old man asked several times, but she didn't reply perfunctorily, and she seemed very rude in a hurry.

While writing, Peony replied carefully: "That canyon is a dragon devouring land, although it is sinister, it is not a Jedi, one force can reduce ten meetings, and it is not difficult to crack it." As long as I can suspend Xia Xun for a few days, and then I go to Xiangyang City to tell Uncle Yuan about this matter, and let him lead people to Shouchun for shelter, this matter can be solved. ”

"Medicine. ”

"Huh?"

"You're naïve. ”

"Uh..."

The old man laughed contemptuously, and said angrily: "If you really do this, Xia Xun and Mo Xian will definitely die, and Xia Yuan will die for the rest of his life." ”

“......”

The pen stopped as soon as he spoke, and the peony fox turned back suspiciously.

"Why?"

"Because, if you are involved in this boy, you will be stupid. ”

"In vain..."

The old man was in no hurry to explain.

It's just that he hastily drank the remaining white porridge in the bowl with a few spoons, put down the bowl and spoon and picked up the towel, and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth and the tips of his fingers. After looking around again, he finally found that there was nothing else to do, so he began to teach in a reprimanding tone.

"Although Shouchun is located in the middle of the Tang Dynasty, it is an out-and-out border town. It is close to the Gongjiang River in the south, enters the boundary of the northern frontier, 70,000 li in the upper reaches of the Gongjiang River is the Lingbo Sailor School, there are more than 100 important military towns such as Wugong, Guhezhou and Yijun in the east, and there are more Lishan-Tiance Mansion that is known as invincible in cavalry and war in the north 4 million miles. Up and down five million miles, thousands of vital points, the rings are tightly linked, and the rings are moving.

Xia Xun went north to go to the national examination, which is the identity of the candidate. Therefore, before the end of the national examination, no matter which force will not embarrass him, he can have no worries. And Xia Yuan, his name is the general of the Tang Dynasty, and he is actually a thief. The reason why no one moved to the south before was because of the tacit understanding between all parties. And now, the king's heavenly punishment has been destroyed, Xia Yuan set up a banner in the Southern Regions, and took charge of the three city soldiers, which is a real rebellion. If he really listened to your words and led the elite men and horses to Shouchun, then the millions of Tiance troops on the southern mountain would be able to mobilize the defenders of all the states and counties in the upper and lower five million miles without a holy decree, and pour out of the nest, drive Shouchun directly, and take his head! In such adversity, Xia Yuan would inevitably die for life. As long as Xia Yuan dies, it is useless to wait for the harsh winter next year, and the world killing situation will start immediately. At that time, there will be chaos in the world, and the identities of Xia Xun and Mo Xian will be reversed in an instant, and they will definitely die if they are in the heart of the northern frontier!"

"Do you think you're stupid?"

"Click..."