Chapter 136 Zhao Kuo's mind

Song, the third year of Kaixi, the winter month

A few days ago, it snowed heavily in Lin'an for three consecutive days, and it was not until today.

Under the sunshine, both inside and outside of Lin'an City were covered with white ice and snow.

On the streets in the city, every household was cleaning the snow in front of the door, and the servants in the yamen also pushed carts to collect the piles of snow.

There are also many young men who have fought a snow battle while there is still snow, and they are hilarious and peaceful.

The Fenghuang Mountain outside the city is silent, with only Xuanyuan Temple on the side of Wansong Ridge, and the sound of morning class is faintly heard.

The scholars who had blocked the main entrance before did not come again due to heavy snow.

"Spit~"

The high-pitched eagle cries suddenly sounded.

The people in the city seemed to pause for a moment, then looked up and looked around.

"There are the divine birds and the national teacher there!"

"Bah! What national master, that's the demonic way!"

"Have you ever corrupt officials come out of your family?"

Most of the people who call the national teacher are ordinary people.

Those who are called demons are mostly scholars.

The peaks of Phoenix Mountain outside the city were also broken by this eagle's cry.

Some rabbits, pheasants and other things ran out of their hiding place in panic and ran around.

In the square of Xuanyuan Temple, Wang Chongyang, who was taking his disciples to do morning classes, heard the eagle's cry and paused.

Then he signaled the disciple to continue, got up and moved to the edge of the square, came to a nearby open space, waiting for Xiao Jin and Huang Lin to come down.

In just ten days, Wang Chongyang's hair and beard are already black.

Holding a whisk in his hand, he was wearing a thin Quanzhen Taoist robe, and his clothes were flew under the cold wind. With the snow on the surrounding grass and trees palaces, he looked like an immortal.

Xiao Jin circled low, Huang Lin jumped down and landed on the ground.

"Real person, are you so great?"

"Fellow Daoist, are you so great?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The two of them spoke at the same time, and then laughed at the same time.

All Quanzhen disciples in the square were unwilling to have morning classes, so they turned around and looked.

"Let's go and have a chat in our yard. Let's not affect your disciples and disciples' homework."

Huang Lin smiled and bowed, then said.

"Okay, let's go, I just want to hear about the matter of refining the gods."

Wang Chongyang returned a gift, waved his sleeves, and walked side by side with Huang Lin.

Then he turned around and greeted him.

"Zhiming, bring some tea and fruit tray to the main yard."

Only when Huang Lin was so close did he feel that under Wang Chongyang's extremely restrained aura, there was a deep and hot aura hidden.

This is really great!

"Fellow Daoist Xuanyuan."

Before entering the courtyard, Wang Chongyang suddenly called out Huang Lin at the door.

"Um?"

Huang Lin was a little unfamiliar, so he stopped and turned to look over.

Wang Chongyang usually only calls him a fellow Taoist, and rarely takes his surname or Taoist name.

"I have been exhausted now, and there are all fellow Taoists. Please give me a prayer on Double Ninth Festival!"

Wang Chongyang bowed and gave a big gift with a solemn look on his face.

"Don't! Don't do this in real people. If you really count it, Huang also benefited a lot from real people."

After dodging to the side and avoiding Wang Chongyang's gift, Huang Lin continued:

"And, if it weren't for the real person, Huang might not be able to come back at this time!"

"Oh? Fellow Taoist said it carefully."

Seeing this, Wang Chongyang did not force it and asked Huang Lin about refining the spirit.

"Go in and talk, please!"

"I am anxious, please!"

After entering the gate of the house and bypassing the screen wall, the two of them did not enter the house and sat in the pavilion in the front yard.

After a moment, Liang Zhiming, a disciple of the third generation of Quanzhen, brought a plate of tea and fruit.

After putting them on the stone table one by one, and then placing the kettle behind the carbon stove, Liang Zhiming bowed and left.

"Say that Huang is almost dead this time."

After saying this, Huang Lin picked up the teacup and took a sip, waiting for Wang Chongyang to support him.

But who is Wang Chongyang? He silently tasted the tea in the cup and didn't even look at him.

Huang Lin:.

What about the tacit understanding between people?!

I praised you last time!

Seeing that the other party refused to give the ladder, he turned his eyes and raised his voice slightly and said:

"It's also a blessing, but I accidentally discovered the secret of enlightenment."

"puff"

Wang Chongyang sprayed out a mouthful of tea.

Fortunately, when he turned his head anxious, he waved the dust and rolled away the water vapor.

"What did you say? You're so excited?"

He could no longer hold on, and he didn't even think of the fellow Taoist, and he didn't put down the teacup in his hand, so he asked at a very fast speed.

"Yes, I've got some clues."

Huang Lin finished speaking and stopped again.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the tea in his hand, as if there was something strange inside.

"Hey hey, it's my dear, it's not. Fellow Taoist, don't keep it aside."

Wang Chongyang knew that he did it on purpose, so Shan smiled and bowed to beg for mercy.

Huang Lin then smiled proudly and informed him of the situation during the soul refining.

"Then what are you planning now? Continue to temper bones? Or refine souls? Or explore ways to get to know the secrets?"

After listening to Huang Lin's soul refining process, Wang Chongyang asked him what he planned next.

"Of course it's bone quenching, but after the Xuelian Snow Wine is finished, I want to go to Tianshan to retreat after this batch of wine is ready."

"Oh? But you want to go to Tianshan to find Xuelian again?"

"There is this reason, and more importantly, I want to find a sect's remains to see if there is still inheritance left behind."

"Tianshan? Is there any sect there before? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Wang Chongyang thought for a long time but couldn't remember what big school there was there.

"Xiaoyao Sect, Duan Zhixing, Brother Duan should know this sect, but it should have been destroyed for decades. I don't know much about it."

Huang Lin thought about it and he really didn't know how the Xiaoyao Sect was destroyed.

The biggest possibility is that Xu Zhu has no management experience and is counterattacked by the people from Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands.

"Xiaoyao Sect? It seems to be my Taoist sect?"

"Yes, they have a skill, so they should be helpful in the excavation, so Huang wants to try his luck."

Nodding, Huang Lin expressed his plans.

The Tianshan Mountains are sparsely populated, with snow lotus and spiritual energy. You can also browse the ruins of Lingjiu Palace to get lucky. It is a good place to go into seclusion.

"Fellow Taoist is safe, I'm not in a hurry to refine the spirit. I was afraid that you would rush to refine the spirit, so I wanted to advise you, but it seems that I'm just worrying."

Wang Chongyang stroked his black beard and said in admiration.
To be continued...