Four! Die!

This number is inherently unlucky, and the fact that his sword stands in that position already speaks for itself. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Moreover, the more than ten generations of masters of this sword also demonstrated such a tragedy with their own endings, whether it was the twelfth generation of sword masters on Changbai Mountain, or the tenth generation of sword masters of Shengxian Lu, or the thirteenth uncle, none of them ended well.

This is a road with no end in sight, the whole world is against him, the secret of immortality, the world has pursued it for thousands of years, who will not be tempted?

But after all, he is only seventeen years old, and he also fantasizes about companions, friends, and brothers in life and death who can rely on each other.

But these things are too far away from him, he always has to consider whether those who are close to him have any plans, even for Su Xiaobai, he doesn't have 100% trust now.

This is not his intention, it is reality that forces him to be like this.

The same is true for Jin Bodhisattva, the other party is a person from Lingtai Mountain, the Buddha Gate has always been deep, and the saint will also die, who knows if that person is also playing the idea of immortality?

He always thinks too much, but in order to survive, he can only tremble, be careful, and think about every step.

The world finally quieted down, he came alone, went alone, returned to the way of life that should have belonged to him, a person who was out of place with his surroundings, lonely and silent.

Three days later, he came to the library again, wanting to consult some materials, because Mr. Teacher's lecture this morning reminded him of something.

Walking to the second floor of the Library Pavilion, Ye Qingguan's eyes scanned the bookshelves, looked at the classifications recorded on them, and finally stopped at the seventeenth bookshelf.

On this shelf, there are some stories related to Sage Confucius, including legends and real things.

"Confucius visited Lao Tzu, and according to Mr. Wang, it was in that book "On Taoism". Ye Qingguan gently flipped through the book, looking for the book.

But to his surprise, he rummaged through the bookshelves and did not find the so-called "On Taoism".

"No? Could it be that Mr. has misremembered?" Ye Qingguan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he shook his head again, each of these gentlemen is a famous scholar of the contemporary era, and he will definitely not remember a thing like this.

"Could it have been borrowed by someone else?" Ye Qingguan made such a guess.

Shaking his head in disappointment, he was about to turn away.

But around the corner, I saw a thin figure walking towards this side with a few books.

"Is it him?" The person who walked over was none other than Dong Ruyue, the somewhat mysterious boy who had been silent.

Dong Ruyue saw Ye Qingguan and saluted: "Master." ”

Ye Qingguan nodded and asked, "You came to borrow a book to read?"

Dong Ruyue replied: "I borrowed some books a few days ago, I finished reading them, and I came back today." ”

Ye Qingguan looked at the books in his hand, his eyes flashed slightly, and he actually saw the book "On Taoism" he was looking for!

"I said why can't I find that copy of "On Taoism", it turned out that you borrowed it, how about it, have you finished reading it?" Ye Qingguan asked with a smile.

Dong Ruyue shook his head: "The disciple is still less literate, he only read a little, and when he is more literate in the future, he will come to borrow it." ”

Ye Qingguan nodded, Dong Ruyue really worked hard, he often saw him listening outside the classroom, he barely missed a class, and he worked hard in literacy and learning, and every late at night, he could hear the sound of reading softly from next door.

Dong Ruyue handed the "On Taoism" to Ye Qingguan, put the remaining books in their original positions, and then left without saying a word.

Ye Qingguan looked at his back, thoughtful, but didn't ask anything.

Looking at the "On Taoism" in his hand, Ye Qingguan walked to the wooden bench next to him, sat down and read it carefully.

Confucius once visited the ancestor of Taoism, Lao Tzu, who was also a supreme and virtuous sage, and the Taoism he founded is still being inherited today, and its status in the hundred doors is extremely high, not much worse than Confucianism.

It is said that the two of them sat and talked about the Tao, the tongue bloomed with golden lotus, the mouth was like a river, the voice of the rumor and preaching could be heard several miles away, and even the void gave birth to flowers, and the miraculous scene of the divine spring of the earth appeared, which was talked about by the people of the world, and was quite legendary.

At the end of the discourse, Confucius sighed: "What I have seen Lao Tzu is also like a dragon's evil, his knowledge is profound and unfathomable, his ambition is high but difficult to know, like a snake that bends and stretches at any time, like a dragon that changes at the right time." Old Dan, I really have a teacher!"

These words are to say that Lao Tzu's knowledge and knowledge are like a dragon, obscure and unfathomable.

But Ye Qingguan felt that this sentence was not as simple as the meaning on the surface, and the two of them sat down and discussed, and the content of it was also quite mysterious, unknown to the world, and a mystery in history.

Ye Qingguan walked around the second floor, found another book, and saw another record: "The Emperor of the Li Dynasty has yet to draw the "Three Teachings" by Zhao Ma Yuan: the yellow-faced Lao Tzu is sitting on his knees, the dragon Weng is standing beside him, and my master is in front of the salute. ”

There is also a poem in Lu You's "Reading": "But it is said that Zhou Gong once fell into a dream, and he would rather sigh like a dragon than Lao Tzu." ”

From this, it can be seen that Lao Tzu's realm has really reached a point that is difficult for the world to reach, and even the great sage Confucius praised it like this.

It's just that the word "dragon" makes Ye Qingguan very concerned, and the Taoist Tiandao Mountain is one of the seven stars that have fallen to the ground, which makes him pay more attention.

"What did they talk about back then?" Ye Qingguan was very curious.

However, after rummaging through the classics in the library pavilion, I almost read all the experiences of Sage Kong's life, but I did not find any records in them.

Maybe it's really because the realm of the two of them is too profound, and the words they say are obscure, even if there are bystanders, they may not be able to repeat it correctly.

When the time for class in the afternoon came, Ye Qingguan got up and left, ready to find time to check again.

When he walked to Hanwen Yuan, Ye Qingguan saw Jin Bodhisattva riding a big lion, blocking in front of him, looking at him fiercely.

Ye Qingguan stood in place and looked at her for a while, and then prepared to stagger and walk away.

The Golden Bodhisattva seemed to be crazy, with his teeth and claws like he pounced, staring at his neck with shiny little tiger teeth.

"What are you doing?" Ye Qingguan was shocked, not knowing what she was crazy about.

Just as he tried to hold her, the big lion roared and threw him to the ground.

"I ......" Ye Qingguan glared at the big lion angrily, damn, I was blind and kind enough to give you a barbecue.

The big lion was very psychic, and looked at Ye Qingguan very apologetically, but he didn't mean to let go, and pressed his legs tightly.

But the golden bodhisattva pounced at this time, aimed at his neck, and bit down.

"Ah!" Ye Qingguan screamed.

"What are you doing?!" another serious yell.