The young man still wanted to save some face.

The Taoist didn't seem to want to give him face, so he squatted next to him and said with a smile: "How do you feel?"

Xu Changsheng still pretended to be confused, scratched his head with his remaining hand, and asked in confusion: "What does it feel like?"

He didn't continue teasing him while chatting and laughing. He folded his sleeves and stood up, "The person who attacked you is my senior brother's disciple. His Taoist name is Xuanyou. He is in the Ascension Realm."

Xu Changsheng nodded without any expression. He felt that the person speaking to him at this moment was the Taoist outer sect leader, one of the few saints in the world.

Tanxiao continued to explain with a smile: "He attacked you because he wanted to find me, and I really don't want to deal with him. Just like you don't want to deal with Gao Jianzhi, people in this town don't want to deal with him either.

Just like Gao Mu."

Xu Changsheng smiled. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten the identity of the saint in Tanxiao. Just like he didn't know anything in the small town before, Tanxiao was still a poor Taoist priest.

"And the reason why he took action against you is because he saw something of mine in you."

As he talked and laughed, he raised his hand and the two dark hairs on Xu Changsheng's head immediately turned white.

The young man also felt something was different. When he touched it, he found nothing unusual.

"I owed Tang and Song something before, so I paid him back three of the tails on my fly whisk, and he gave those three tails to you and asked me to protect you three times. I believe you can guess it later.

Xuanyou discovered the three tails on your head, so he wanted to take action against you to see if he could lure me out."

Xu Changsheng understood, "What about him?"

Tanxiao smiled and said, "I cut off his avenue."

Xu Changsheng didn't know much about it, he didn't understand what the Great Dao meant, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Tanxiao seemed a little melancholy, and sighed, "So, if something is wrong, it is wrong, and there is nothing to say. Even if Xuanyou is my nephew and a disciple of the saint, he still has to be punished if he makes a mistake. Of course, I

The punishment is to cut off his Dao, and then let him serve in the galaxy for three thousand years. If you, Xu Changsheng, feel that the punishment is too light, when you can beat him, you can naturally go to him, and our Daomen will not stop you."

Xu Changsheng smiled and said: "Of course it is enough to talk about the punishment of saints."

Tan Xiao suddenly turned around and asked with a smile: "Is that really enough?"

Xu Changsheng nodded and said: "My share is enough."

The meaning is obvious, his share is enough, Xue Nan's share is not enough.

Talking and laughing, he nodded and said nothing.

The young man suddenly asked: "How is the millet insect doing?"

Tanxiao seemed to have thought of some magical question, his face darkened, and he said angrily: "You are not enough for him to beat."

The young man smiled, "That's good."

Tanxiao glanced at him and said, "You have a good foundation. Don't waste everyone's good intentions. But don't be complacent even if you get this compliment from me. If you don't say anything else, if you just practice a single body, your foundation will be similar to yours."

Quite a few, there are a few who are better than you, not to mention a bunch of old bastards who are occupying the toilet and not taking a shit."

Xu Changsheng smiled and said, "I am very satisfied with this."

"It's up to you, practice how you like, you're not my apprentice anyway." Tanxiao waved his hand impatiently, as if he was quite dissatisfied with his attitude.

Suddenly, the wind blew the willow branches down on his shoulders. The young man felt a little sad and said: "Talk..."

But when I started talking, I didn't know what to call it. In the small town, it used to be called talking and laughing, but the status was different at that time.

But if you think about it carefully, people in small towns seem to be like this. Very few people have any honorifics. They all call by their names.

I think a lot of little kids would talk and laugh. In the Tang and Song dynasties, no one would call Uncle Tang or Uncle Tan. At most, some people would say "Tan Tao Chang", which is considered a good title.

"Let's call it talking and laughing, it sounds more pleasant to our ears."

Regarding these titles, I seem to be more open-minded about talking and laughing.

Xu Changsheng nodded, looked at a willow tree again, and said sadly: "Xue Nan...can he still be saved?"

There should be some, he is a saint who talks and laughs.

They were talking and laughing, but didn't say anything.

Xu Changsheng understood and lowered his head even lower.

"It can be saved."

The young man raised his head suddenly.

"But it's difficult, so if I want to take action, I may need to use the remaining two tails." Tanxiao rubbed his hands, seeming a little entangled.

Xu Changsheng nodded sharply, "Help!"

"No regrets?"

Tan Xiao asked with a smile.

The young man shook his head firmly, there was no way he would regret this.

"Okay, I still have something to do. I'll finish it later and I'll accompany you to rescue him." Tanxiao folded his sleeves with his hands, looked at the top of the city, and disappeared without waiting for the young man to reply.

After receiving a positive answer, Xu Changsheng finally stopped worrying and breathed a sigh of relief. He took back the Demon Subduer, walked to the willow tree, sat down, and leaned gently against the willow tree.

There was also a faint blood on the right hand of the white bones, and the white bones gradually turned red, but a little slowly.

The young man didn't take it seriously, it hurt a little, and after it hurt, he got used to it. Just like some people, they dispersed as they walked.

The young man took off the Fulu with his left hand, patted off the cap of the bottle, took a long sip, and then showed a happy smile as if he had survived the disaster.

I thought about pouring some to Xue Nan, but I thought it would be unlucky and he couldn't drink it, so I forgot about it. Don't waste it. After all, the wine in the jug this time was serious Xianjia wine, which was very expensive.

Still sitting.

The sky was full of wind and sand all around, and the young man leaned against the tree trunk, muttering in a low voice, telling the wind some words that were not suitable for human beings to hear.

…

On top of the city, there was a scholar who came here after a long journey.

There was also a middle-aged Taoist priest who had just arrived.

The scholar bowed deeply to the Taoist and said, "This matter disturbs the saint."

Tanxiao no longer smiled at him, and said coldly: "It's a good idea to kill three birds with one stone."

The prime minister in white broke out in a cold sweat. If he said he was not afraid, it must be a lie. After all, this Taoist master who traveled all over the world was famous for his bad temper.

If he wants to kill himself, he will really kill him and he will never be polite to him.

"However, if you are able to use it, it is your ability that will be blamed on me." The Taoist leaned on the battlement and said with a smile.

Feng Buwen bent down again and said, "Thank you, saint."

Tanxiao waved his hand, "When will you be able to attain enlightenment?"

For those of them who are truly at the top of the human world, this is the only thing they can take seriously. Everything else is just trivial.

Speaking of this matter, Feng Buwen also stood up and said in a deep voice: "It can be as short as three years, or as long as it is unlimited."

When he started chatting and laughing, he threw his sleeve on his head and yelled, "The most proud disciple of Confucianism, that's it? Who the hell gave you the guts to create such a big situation, and you're not limited to that, you fucking

Why didn't you say in your lifetime? Ah?"

While talking and laughing, she threw her sleeve on his head again, obviously very angry at his words.

He didn't say a word and endured it silently.

Anyway, no one around can see it. Even if they can see it, they will forget about it later. Besides, how many people in this world can be beaten by a saint?

So, just fight.

Anyway, he is a member of the academy and not from his sect, so he has nothing to do with it.

So the prime minister in white clothes calmed down and held his breath, not panicking at all.

After talking and laughing twice, he seemed to have breathed a little. He shook his sleeves and said coldly: "The shortest is one year, the longest is three years. If I don't see you there in three years, you can figure out how to apologize."

Bar."

Not a word was heard or a word was spoken.

Suddenly he jumped up while talking and laughing, his big sleeves fluttered around the head of the prime minister in white, and he punched him under his arm, shouting: "This sage is asking you a question!"

There was a buzzing sound coming from the sleeves, it was unclear, but it was vaguely distinguishable, "Listen...I heard it clearly."

Talking and laughing, he let go and straightened his clothes.

The elegant and elegant prime minister in white also tidied up his messy collar and hair. He didn't show any trace of his previous embarrassment, as if the person who was strangled under his armpits and beaten violently just now was not him.

"As for the rest, you can take care of it by yourself. I don't have that much time to spend here with you."

After talking and laughing, he waved his hand and went back to Xu Changsheng again.

He didn't hear the news, but he was solemn and solemn. He bowed his head again in the direction where the chatter and laughter were going away.

The previous attacks seemed to be dissatisfaction with his righteousness, but in fact both of them understood it.

That was the "result" of his wanton behavior of plotting against a saint. A saint is a saint after all, so how can he plot at will.

Of course, he has the courage to make calculations. As for whether he can withstand the revenge of the saint afterwards, that is his own business.
To be continued...