In a room behind the courtyard, Hou Zi saw two old men talking.
One is facing him, and the other is facing away from him.
The old man facing him had a clear face. He was not as indifferent as the masters of the time, who looked at people like nothing. Instead, he looked at him immediately with a smile. It seemed that he was Tan Xiao's master, Yuan Zhenren.
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Although he didn't speak, Hou Zi could understand what he expressed, which was encouraging him to speak freely.
"Junior Shanmen Houzi was invited by Brother Tan many years ago to come to Truman to have a talk. I still ask for your forgiveness for being late to this day."
The old man was startled, as if he remembered something, shook his head again, and sighed:
"...Life is in heaven and earth, and it is home wherever you live. You live in the Yan camp, and your whereabouts are traced by cranes in the sand. Your shirt is soaked in wild dew, and you can see the flowers in the old hidden stream. It is still better than the order of Yangshan, and the bamboo grass blocks the end of the sea.
Decades have passed, and the number of people who have passed away is like the number of sands in the Ganges River, which makes people worried. If you didn't come, I would have forgotten it, but now that you are here, let's talk about it..."
Hou Zi's heart moved, and he probably understood the reason for this trip; just as he guessed, there was no unforgettable love affair, no so-called chance, thousands of miles apart, strangers, let alone any causal responsibility.
I'm afraid it was the sigh I heard from my old friend who left for the west, but he was the ancestor of the Infant Transformation. He could sigh about life casually, but the disciples below couldn't do it casually, so this aspect was postponed to decades later.
Just as the boy said, if Tan Xiao remembers, Yuan Zhenren will remember; if Tan Xiao forgets, he will forget.
It’s not a storybook, there are so many coincidences.
But now that he was here, he was not disappointed, so he recounted everything he saw and heard on Bamboo Island, except for his own affairs, nothing else was concealed.
After listening, Master Yuan was silent for a long time, "You can also guess that the golden elixir that helped her was me? What a pity, what a pity, a person who loves nature very much, what do you think?"
Hou Ting thought for a while and said, "I always love the bamboo forest and thank nature. I always linger in the knots. There are thousands of spiritual grasses in Shangzhou. Plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums are all immortals... Mrs. Bamboo is a little obsessed with things."
Master Yuan nodded and said cheerfully: "In this case, I have nothing to teach you."
In the end, what Mrs. Zhu respected was not nature, but her inner demon!
This is the normal response between monks. Hou Zi does not think that he should get anything, he is not a spiritual stone, and everyone loves him; Yuan Zhenren does not think that he should be rewarded with something, because he is not a good boy.
In fact, these past events should be forgotten; it’s just that there is one more disciple who flatters the ancestor.
Is this trip worth it? Yes, it’s not worth it either.
But one thing he knew very well, if he had rushed over to meet Tan Xiao as soon as possible after receiving Tan Xiao's invitation, the situation would have been different.
Now, decades have passed and he doesn't care. Why should my ancestor care? It's just a matter of eye contact.
He bowed again and was about to exit, but unexpectedly, the old man who had always turned his back to him spoke,
"Wait a minute, I have something to say."
Yuan Zhenren glanced at his old friend in surprise, smiled slightly, and knew his character, so he walked out without asking any questions. There were only two of them left in the room, but Hou Zi was a little confused.
I just find it ridiculous. He is a small cultivator in the Tongtian Realm. He doesn't really know many golden elixirs. He doesn't know any of the Infant Transformation Ancestors in the Quanzhen School of Yanmen. Now, outside, there are people of this level.
The ancestor asked him to stay.
Although I knew there was no danger, I still had a bad feeling in my heart, but I couldn't run away.
"Senior, you..."
The old man did not turn his head, as if he was hesitating something, and was a little bit reluctant to speak, but finally, he spoke.
But the first sentence made Hou Zi sweat all over his body in shock, "Hou Zi, An He lies low and sneaked into Yanmen with evil intentions. I am not wronging you, am I?"
Subconsciously, Hou Zi reached out and approached the mouth of the gourd. His voice was still calm, "You can try and see if you can still draw the sword now?"
Hou Zi immediately calmed down. At such a close distance, it was more convenient and more reliable to draw a sword than a flying sword. However, if you consider the huge difference in realm between the two sides, in fact, no matter what kind of sword it is, he probably has no chance.
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It is not advisable to take action before determining who the other party is and what their purpose is.
"I don't understand what you mean, but it's possible that this junior just wants to make you a pot of tea?"
The old man turned around slowly. When Hou Zi saw the person in front of him clearly, he suddenly understood everything, "Master Xiao..."
Master Xiao, the ancestor of Anhe Yingbian, was the master who hosted the prayer at Anhe. If it were him, he would be more likely to know these inside stories. This master has an old relationship with Master Chumen Yuan, and they happened to be here.
Being a guest... He was really harmed by Tan Xiao.
Master Xiao looked at him with great interest, "You don't have to think about it. Chong Ling is very tight-lipped about your affairs. The golden elixir has also passed away long ago, but you wouldn't think that with the spiritual consciousness of an infant ancestor,
, would you know nothing about the situation at that time?”
Hou Ting remained silent. To be honest, if the person facing him was a person in the Third Realm of Tongtian, he would kill him without hesitation! Even if he was a Jindan monk, he dared to try, but the monk in front of him was really beyond his reach.
It makes people depressed.
After being disconnected and lying down, someone picked him up again...
Master Xiao was a little funny. He knew this guy's mental state very well and couldn't scare him too much.
"You don't have to worry about anything. I recognize Chong Ling's promise to you. Firstly, Anhe Daomen has no habit of breaking promises. Secondly, I don't think you can really do anything. For Anhe Daomen now,
Tell me, is it possible for you to be a minor cultivator in the Tongtian Realm to turn things around? Can Anhe Daomen stand up after the Yanmen falls?"
Waving his hand, "So I never thought of contacting you. If you don't appear in front of me, I will even forget you. Fundamentally speaking, An He's move of burying the chess pieces in the Yanmen is currently
It is no longer meaningful in the situation.
The dilemma of Anhe Daomen is not the conflict with the Yanmen, but the conflict with the Wumen, so your lowly status has long existed in name only."
Sighing, "Good birds choose trees to roost. This truth is not difficult to understand. Anhe Daomen does not have the capital to ask you to donate anything now. Therefore, I make a decision as the ancestor of Anhe Daomen. Since you have never
The reason for contacting Anhe Taoism cannot determine your Taoism tendency, so I rule that this restriction is invalid!"
Hou Ting raised his head suddenly, he did not expect that this ancestor would do this at all.
Mr. Xiao smiled bitterly, "If you were in my position, you would definitely understand my approach. The situation is stronger than others, and there is nothing you can do about it...
But you will always be an Anhe person, and you have a close relationship with Anhe Daomen, so when you are facing each other and do not harm the interests of Yanmen, is it not too much to ask for helping Anhe Daomen? "
