Fengxing Mansion.

"The scholar in the east of the city actually gave up on scientific research this year and only wandered around the wilderness every day, as if he was crazy."

"I heard that he was talking nonsense, saying that he saw the gods in the mountains a year ago."

"It seems that I'm really crazy."

"Look, the scholar walked into the mountain with a hatchet on his back."

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There are mixed restaurants, and the wine is cheap and the dishes are average. As long as the family is not as poor as it can’t be boiled, they can drink a few glasses of wine and order a few side dishes. But many people are just greedy for a lively and enjoy a warm atmosphere.

The Great Demon Holy Dynasty has been passed down for thousands of years, with only a few wars. During the rest of the years, it was a peaceful and prosperous era, with the people living and working in peace and prosperity, and the weather is good, and it is like famine. I have never heard of it for many years.

Here are all kinds of people gathered here, some martial arts practitioners drink here, some farmers rest here, some craftsmen come here to chat and laugh, and so on.

On the side of the restaurant, there are four or five young men wearing long swords on their waists and extraordinary style. They are a young man walking in the martial arts world.

The first one was wearing a blue shirt, handsome eyebrows and a long sword hanging around her waist, making her look handsome.

The young man in green clothes heard everyone talking and looked downstairs, and saw a young man walking towards the city gate.

The young man was wearing a yellowed white shirt, thin and pale figure. He probably was because he was studying at home all year round and the sun was rare. But such a young man with a strong scholarly spirit carried a hatchet, a water bag hanging on his waist, and a small bag in his hand, which was probably dry food.

Scholars are always proud and call them inferior, but they are superior to their studies.

The Qingshan He has rarely seen many scholars, many of whom are proud of being scholars. They never work, cook, chop wood, carry water, and only hold a pen to write. They believe that except for studying, everything is a traitor. Even if they practice martial arts, they are reckless.

Suddenly, when he saw such a scholar carrying a hatchet, the young man in the green shirt felt a strange feeling.

The young master of Qingshan was curious and asked the waiter for a while.

The waiter smiled and said, "That was a poor scholar. He had no food left. He basically relied on the help of a girl from his childhood sweetheart from the neighbor's house, so he barely starved to death. He studied since childhood. He passed the college entrance examination two years ago and became a scholar. He originally expected him to be admitted to the juren, but in fact he was very talented and might still be the top scorer in the future. Who knew that he had somehow gone crazy."

The young man in the green shirt frowned and said, "Crazy?"

"Yes, it's crazy." The waiter said regretfully: "I heard that the girl in his neighbor was beautiful and had originally expected him to make a name for himself, but now there is no hope. It is said that the young master from the Wang family asked someone to come to the door to match, and the marriage is about to come."

The young master in the green shirt asked, "Why are you crazy?"

The waiter said, "I heard that I was going to take the exam and saw the gods."

When I heard the word "God" and the young man in the green shirt was stunned.

And his companions all laughed, but just held back their laughter and forced themselves to listen.

The waiter also found it funny and said, "It is said that there is a tiger on the road. As a result, a god-doctor came. He had the ability to subdue dragons and subdue tigers. He pressed the tiger to the ground with one hand, raised his head and threw it out. Later, he cut the tiger in half with one sword. After he came back, he did not think about the imperial examination and decided to seek immortals and visit the Taoist temple. He carried a hatchet on his back every day and went up the mountain to find the gods with water and dry food."

Someone next to him laughed and said, "This is very ill."

The restaurant business was good at this time. After chatting for a few words, the waiter hurried to greet other guests.

"tiger?"

A young man beside him sneered: "We brothers Zhao An are masters of martial arts. They have already condensed into internal energy, so it is not difficult to kill tigers. I heard that there is a strong wind flying while walking, and it can easily open a monument and crack a stone. It is not worse than the gods in the story. I am afraid that a martial arts master who has cultivated internal energy is regarded as a god?"

The young master of Qingshan, known as Zhao An, was silent for a moment.

"I heard... this story happened in the capital a few days ago..."

Zhao An frowned and said, "The Lord of Painting Sheng Tang made a picture of a Taoist throwing a tiger, and got the inscription of the Lord of Calligraphy. It is rumored that the descendant of the historian family wanted to record this matter in history, but was criticized. Now he has settled for the second best and wants to record it in unofficial history, but it is not recognized. For the sake of recording, the Lord of Painting Sheng Tang made a mess. The only ones who supported him were the two Taoist who were famous. These two great figures. With their support, the story of the Taoist throwing a tiger gradually spread."

The incident involved the characters such as the Painting Saint Calligraphy, and even the heroes around them put away their sneering expressions.

Although they are martial artists and are more disdainful of scholars and painters, the attainments of the two are recognized as the pinnacle. Even those martial artists, as long as they are not too arrogant, they will inevitably respect these two.

Literatures look down on military men, and military men also despise literati. However, in any aspect, if they can achieve the ultimate attainment, they will have respectable qualifications.

"The Taoist throws the tiger picture?" someone next to him said, "Isn't it just a tiger? With Brother Zhao's internal strength cultivation, it is enough to kill tigers and wolves. It's not that exaggerated? I'm afraid that he would kill the tiger when he met an expert in internal strength. Those adults were not martial arts practitioners, so they couldn't tell the difference, so they thought they were gods."

"No, there were guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion and masters of internal strength in the convoy at that time, but when facing the tiger, it was said that it was powerless and the sword was useless." Zhao An pondered and said, "I heard that the tiger on the painting was larger than the entire carriage."

"Isn't such a huge tiger the same as a hill?"

"What a joke?"

"This kind of thing is clearly false, it must be spread by rumors."

Zhao An pondered silently.

He suddenly remembered that his cousin had obtained notes from his ancestors and invited a group of friends to come to Huangshan, but they all died in a bad life. Later, it is said that Uncle Zhao found the murderer and led his people to avenge his cousin, and encountered an accident. After returning, he became crazy.

My grandfather said that he had met a god and was ordered by many disciples in the villa to be content with their own composure and not to provoke them again.

Zhao An was a little turbulent: "The story of the Taoist throwing the tiger picture is said to be not far from Fengxing Mansion, and Yinghuang Mountain is also in Fengxing Mansion. Could it be that there are really gods?"

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Fang Anping is twenty-three years old this year and has passed the exam for scholars.

He was originally full of confidence and wanted to take the exam for the juren, and he was sure to win the exam.

But on the way, I saw a tiger as big as a hill, which broke the convoy on the road, and many swords and arrows could not hurt the skin. Later, a young Taoist appeared and pressed the tiger to the ground, making the extremely huge fierce tiger unable to move. Later, he even raised his head and threw it out, and slashed the tiger with one sword.

Such a huge tiger is obviously a demon tiger.

The young Taoist priest who could subdue dragons and tigers was obviously a god.

Fang Anping went home blankly, thought about it all day, and then stopped following the text. He wanted to seek immortality and seek immortality and immortality.

But these days, he went up the mountain many times and gained nothing.

Many people regard him as a lunatic, and Shi'er was extremely disappointed with him and had already been engaged to the Wang family's son.

Sometimes he wondered whether he was really confused? He actually misread at that time? Is it a dream?

Gradually, he felt that he was wrong. He was confused and not very clear, so he gave up his mind to seek immortals and seek Taoism and started the exam again. In the future, he could marry his master.

But something happened yesterday, which made him clear of his confusion and knew that what he saw that day was not false, and that there were really gods in the world.

A god can fly to the clouds and fog, call the wind and rain, and live forever.

Even if he got the top scorer in the exam, he was just a vulgar person compared to the gods. Even the emperor would probably not dare to offend the gods and be punished by heaven.

"The Lord of the Drawing Saint Tang and the Scholar King are all great figures, and they are much older than the top scholar. But these two were fortunately the immortal Taoist can save their lives. They made a picture of the Taoist throwing tigers and argued with others for this story. It can be seen how unattainable the immortal figures are. In comparison, what is the top scholar? They are just ordinary people!"

He took a deep breath and said to himself, "Master, don't worry. I want to cultivate immortals and seek Taoism. If I succeed in cultivating immortals, I will definitely save you into an immortal."

It is said that there is a picture of a Taoist throwing a tiger in the capital, and the Lord Saint King once wrote an inscription.

During the twelve years of the Great Demonic Dynasty, in late summer and early autumn, in the morning, the fog had not dissipated and the air was cool.

The fierce tiger attacked, with heavy casualties, and the martial arts master was also defeated.

A man appeared in the forest, who looked like a young man, with a handsome and handsome man, with the power of subduing dragons and subduing tigers, and suppressing evil tigers on the ground.

The tiger conquered, and the Taoist was kind-hearted, so explain it.

The evil tiger backfires.

The Taoist turned sideways, held the tiger's belly and threw it ten feet away.

The tiger retreated with fear, and the Taoist saw that the tiger was evil and picked up a sword to kill it. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!