Half an hour later, Zhang Muxian practiced for nine weeks, and the disordered spirit in his body was initially smoothed out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He crossed his knees and turned today's battle scenes into pictures, breaking down each action and summarizing the gains and losses of the battle.

This level of scene reproduction can only be done by immortals, but the power of immortals is too strong, and they often do not do so.

Half an hour later, Zhang Muxian replayed all the battle scenes, his face became more and more solemn, he did not find any mistakes in the battle, that is to say, he gave full play to his whole body strength, and he was still not the opponent of King Kong and Shame Flower.

"Bang bang!" A soft knock sounded, and the voice of the old servant came from outside the door: "Childe, it's time for dinner!"

Zhang Muxian raised his voice and said, "Wait a minute!" got up from the bed, tidied up his appearance, opened the door and followed the old servant into the living room.

There is a seat in the hall, and there are two exquisite side dishes and a bowl of gruel on the table, and the old servant said: "The first president of my academy set the rules, eat enough breakfast, eat less at lunch*** and dinner, don't be surprised by the son." ”

Zhang Muxian has already been in the realm of immortals, and he doesn't need food to support his body consumption, so he won't care, and said with a smile: "The old gentleman is gracious, and he is grateful, how can he blame him?"

The old servant motioned for Zhang Muxian to take a seat, but he served on the side. Zhang Muxian insisted on refusing to sit down and said: "The old gentleman refuses to sit at the table, how dare he trespass?"

The two argued, Zhang Muxian couldn't resist the old servant, so he had to sit down, raise his chopsticks and take a bite of food, the entrance was light, but it was very delicious, and praised: "The old gentleman is a good cook!"

The old servant had a smile on his face: "Thank you for your praise, the old slave was born and grew up in Si, and he grew up in Si, and he died in Si, only this small dish can be taken out." ”

Gruel and side dishes, Zhang Muxian unconsciously ate the porridge and vegetables.

The old servant cleaned up the dishes and suggested to Zhang Muxian: "There is a bamboo forest behind the courtyard, and the sergeants in the courtyard often say: The bamboo forest is twilight, and I also know what to vote for." Although the old slave doesn't know what he means, the scenery must be excellent, and the son may wish to visit. ”

Zhang Muxian said: "Mr. Xie shows the way. He walked out of the hall, followed the winding road in the courtyard, walked to the back door, pushed open the door, and saw a beautiful forest.

Zhang Muxian relaxes and strolls through the bamboo forest.

Garuda said: "Master, the bamboo here is full of bamboos and clouds, I am afraid that there will be hundreds of years, and there are bamboo demons in the forest!"

Zhang Muxian said with a smile: "We are all immortals, are you afraid that the little bamboo demon will not succeed?"

Garuda said: "Master, you don't know, Cuizhu once dyed the tears of Concubine Xiang, and inherited the historical fragrance, and the style is equally important, if you can catch the wine, not only the taste is rich, but also can improve the cultivation of the heart." ”

Zhang Muxian frowned, he was decisive in killing, if he said that he would kill demons, he would never blink his eyes, if he said that he would eat monsters into his belly, but he responded in his heart.

"Demons transform into shapes, understand human language, know etiquette, even if they are in different camps, they should also be treated as people, how can they be regarded as food!" Zhang Muxian shook his head.

Garuda pursed his lips and retorted: "Among the Three Realms, where is not the weak eating the strong, the monsters eating people, and the people eating the beasts and birds that have not attained spiritual wisdom, it is the same reason. ”

Zhang Muxian shook his head, he knew that this was the law of Journey to the West, Sun Wukong had eaten the monkeys under his command, but he was from the earth, and it was difficult to reverse this concept of cannibalism.

The breeze in the forest is coming, the bamboo shadow is swaying, and the bamboo fragrance is bursting, which makes people happy and forget their worries.

Zhang Muxian roamed in the bamboo forest for half an hour, but did not encounter the bamboo demon, so he slowly returned to the academy.

Entering the academy through the back door, Zhang Muxian wanted to return to the guest room, but he thought: "Since you are a guest here, you always have to say hello to the host before going to bed." So he went to another courtyard, and beheld the layout of that courtyard, which was the servant's dwelling. This old servant can still keep his duty when there is no one in the courtyard, which is an extremely rare character.

After walking fifty or sixty steps, Zhang Muxian saw that the servant's courtyard was as light as a bean, and the sound of Lang reading aloud came from the room.

Zhang Muxian stopped, stretched out his hand to wipe in front of his eyes, and opened his spiritual eyes. Although the spiritual eye does not have the ability to recognize changes, it can see ghosts and hope for qi. He looked up into the air, and saw that above the house where the old servant lived, there were auspicious lights, thousands of rui qi, and a purple qi dragon extending from the eastern sky to the top of the room.

"Hearing that the master in the Dao Academy, it turned out to be him?" Zhang Muxian was suddenly shocked, he hadn't found that the old man had the slightest cultivation before, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Could it be that this old servant lives in seclusion here, and is actually a great real person?"

Following the sound of reading, Zhang Muxian walked to the door of the old man's room, and the sound of reading in the house became clearer and clearer: everything is changing, and there is no rest. Move and move, or push back. The shape and qi are continuous, changing and changing. Misfortune and blessing are relied upon, blessings and misfortunes are lurking; sorrow and joy gather in the door, and good fortune and evil are in the same domain. He Wu is strong, and his husband is defeated; Si You was then killed and sentenced to five punishments......

With the sound of the old man reading, the roof is more vigorous.

Heaven and earth are furnaces, creation is work, yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are copper. Breaking up the news, there are regular rules? Ever-changing, before the beginning of the extreme, suddenly a person is embarrassed, how can he control it; when it turns into a foreign body, what is the problem! Xiaozhi is selfish, and he is cheap, and he is valuable......

"This is Jia Yi's "Ostrich Fu", but shouldn't it?" Zhang Muxian found that the old man recited "Ostrich Fu", and among the more than 200 words, there were five pronunciation errors.

After the old servant finished reciting a "Ostrich Fu", Zhang Muxian knocked on the door, and after getting the permission of the old servant, he pushed the door and entered, and saw the old servant cross-legged on the couch, with no books and no cases in front of him, and he was actually reciting.

"Childe has returned from the view, are you satisfied?" the old servant used elegant language, and Zhang Muxian was even more puzzled in his heart. He is well-versed in writing and ink, how can he make so many mistakes in his recitation?

"The scenery of the bamboo forest is pleasant, which makes people want to return, and I have come to thank the old gentleman in the next place. Zhang Muxian said.

The old servant got up and returned the salute, and said in his mouth: "The son is such a big gift, how dare the old slave?"

Zhang Muxian talked with the old servant again, and the old servant answered like a stream, and the words were exquisite, like a Confucian for many years, where did he look like a servant?

"This is a Confucian hermit!" Combined with the Rui Qi and Purple Qi he had seen earlier, Zhang Muxian secretly concluded, why would such a hermit make a low-level mistake?

Could it be that there is a mistake in the popular version of "Ostrich Fu" in the human world, and what the old man recites is the correct way to read it? This idea just arose, and was randomly denied by Zhang Muxian, Jia Yi is a famous Confucian in the Western Han Dynasty, and his fame is no less than that of the founding general, the Taiping Emperor, how can his article be recorded incorrectly?

"I have a question for the old gentleman. Zhang Muxian couldn't help but ask the old man for details.