"Yes, I think it is!"

This is what Mu Zhangjiao said, Su Daoist raised his hands in approval, and Mu Zhangjiao raised four hands in approval: "Haha, I look at this matter, it's good!" He danced and smiled, but Fang Daoist was panting and tired to death: "Ming, Ming'er, I'll leave." Mu Zhangjiao nodded and said with a smile: "Boy, how about I go down the mountain with you tomorrow?" Fang Yin's heart moved, he glanced at it, and then took a long breath: "No kidding, I'm serious." ”

"Hmm. Mu Zhangjiao nodded, and said proudly: "Haha, I guessed that you were leaving! If you don't believe it, ask your master, haha!" Looking at that familiar face, Fang Yin's heart warmed: "Uncle Mu, you saved me last time, and I haven't said a word to you yet-"

"Huh, Uncle Mu?" Mu Zhangjiao's eyes widened, and he said strangely: "Little Zamaoer, have you taken the wrong medicine?" Or did you drop your head, and you don't know Lao Zamaoer?"

"Alright, alright. Mu Zhangjiao waved his hand and didn't let him continue: "Little Zamaoer, no wonder the old man said you, you are getting less and less fun." Fang Yin was silent, for a moment, and smiled: "When you come, you don't have intention, when you go, you have intentional, Fang Yin can't be a Qing Taoist after all, I'm afraid I will disappoint you." Mu Zhangjiao was silent, and after a while, Zhengse said: "Fang Yin, you are my Shangqing disciple, you remember, anytime!"

"What if it is? What if it isn't?" Fang Yin didn't raise his head, and said with a wry smile: "Do you want Fang Yin, go out and embarrass you?" Mu Zhangjiao groaned slightly, and said with a smile: "I see, you are afraid that your martial arts are not good, haha! Fang Yin is not poor in martial arts, Fang Yin has no martial arts at all, and there are some things that Mu Zhangjiao doesn't know, such as those few fragments. Mu Zhangjiao smiled: "Boy, how are you practicing that peerless swordsmanship?"

Fang Yin was speechless.

Mu Zhangjiao smiled again: "Yao, take it." ”

But it's a sword, the sword of Mu Zhangjiao. Mu Zhangjiao took it lightly, and handed it over with a smile: "This sword is called Qiushui, Qiushui Mu Changtian, haha! Here you go!" Fang Yin didn't answer, Fang Yin shook his head and said, "I don't want it." Mu Zhangjiao frowned, and pulled out the sword with a bang: "The sword is a good sword, why don't you!" The sword is a good sword, and it is sharp and clear in the hand, as clear as a flood of autumn water. Fang Yin looked at the sword fixedly and said, "Fang Yin has a sword, the master gave it." ”

But he is empty-handed, where is the sword?

That was last night, and Daoist Lu gave Daoist Fang a sword, and the name of the sword was Kewu.

Preaching and receiving karma to solve doubts, and God will give it to me. It is generally the sword of Lu Daochang, whose name is just like his person. Fang Yin didn't want to say much about what happened last night, and when he heard him say a few words, he saw that his eyes were red again: "Master, Master." Mu Zhangjiao nodded, put away the sword, and showed appreciation: "It's rare, since that's the case, then-"

Well, it's a name.

is another name of Fang Yin, Fang Cunzhen.

"What?" Daoist Fang didn't know what to do, and looked left and right: "What, keep it true?"

"Haha! I've thought about it a long time ago!" Mu Zhangjiao laughed and nodded again and again: "He gave you a sword, and I will have a name with you, that's right!haha!" That's right, no matter what, Mu Zhangjiao regards Daoist Fang as his own person, even if he is an unsuccessful Shangqing disciple. When this generation of Shangqing disciples came out, they were named after "Cun", and Mu Zhangjiao thought about it thoroughly, and he had already given him a good idea.

Even if Daoist Fang became a monk halfway, he did not leave the school at this time.

"Keep the truth, keep the truth. Fang Yin read two sentences in a low voice, and smiled helplessly: "It's okay, it's up to you, but Fang Yin is afraid that he won't be able to use it, and once he goes this time, he doesn't know when he will ......" The road ahead is long, and the parting is imminent, Fang Yin lowered his head as he spoke, and sat down on the chair gloomily, tears in his eyes couldn't help but fall. The hall was silent for a while, and only incense was filled. Mu Zhangjiao sat on the side and looked at him, his eyes were complicated, as if he had thought of something.

After a while, his teeth were raised, and he said happily: "Daoist Fang, become a Taoist priest of Youfang, hehe, it's a little interesting!" It's not strange that a person occasionally doesn't have a positive shape, but it's rare that he doesn't have a straight shape in his life. This person is like a big monkey, a big one hundred and eight, Daoist Fang no longer pays attention to him, gets up and says, "Farewell." "Sue is sued, resigned is not resigned, this person is simply more verbose than Lu Laodao, heheheha pulled Daoist Fang to sit down, and spoke again.

There are so many things to say, and I can't say them all.

It's like last night, the two of them talked for half a night.

There are some allusions, some taboos, and some people have some things, all of which need to be said.

For example, there is a Puritan religion in the mountains, and there are also Shangqing people in the world.

For example, there are many heroes in the world, and there are four real high numbers.

The dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and the dumb monk is reclused.

For example, the True Dragon Sect, if you can avoid it, avoid it, don't provoke it, and the people in the sect must not make friends.

For example, the Wanhe Valley Longevity Conference, a martial arts conference once every twelve years, a grand event, will be held in two years.

When the time comes, Fang Yin will also go.

said a lot, so much that Fang Yin couldn't remember. Fang Yin didn't want to listen to it, the two of them were the same verbose. But Fang Yin was listening, Fang Yin knew that they were not at ease, and Fang Yin understood that they were doing this for Fang Yin's good-

Fang Yin pretended and listened carefully.

How similar the scene is, day and night, one person is talking, one person is listening.

Fang Yin had one more sword and another name.

This is Shangqing Peak, and that is Wuzi Peak.

The name of the sword is Kewu, Fang Yin didn't have it with him, and Fang Yin didn't sleep all night last night. I came to Shangqingfeng early in the morning and listened to Mu Zhangjiao's words for a long time, but I was completely sleepy at this time.

Master, Master, like father and mother.

Daoist Fang's feelings for Daochang Lu were not as simple as he thought.

Just as Lu Daochang's feelings for the Taoist priest are not as complicated as he thought.

A master with no ability, an apprentice with no interest, not to mention that neither of them has always looked down on anyone.

It is conceivable that a resignation, a nod, that's all.

But no, I said no, I said Master, Master, I really like a father and a mother!

Fang Yin didn't expect it, and Fang Yin never thought that at the time of parting, it was actually him who made it most difficult for Fang Yin to let go of his worries and make him cry until dawn in the middle of the night-

Do you remember,**.