Have the conditions for recruiting female disciples at Longhu Mountain changed over the years?
When did these women, who were supposed to be quiet and silent, become so convincing?
The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and then his face glowed red, and he said mysteriously: "The old Taoist has not been to the Tianshi Mansion for many years, and he doesn't know much about these female disciples of the younger generation. Is there really a pound of flesh in front of him? This slutty one, if
If you don’t wrap yourself in a cloth, wouldn’t it be exhausting to run?”
Jingzhou smiled and nodded, "Even if it doesn't weigh a pound, it's still close."
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!" The old Taoist priest secretly regretted, why did he run down the mountain when his head was hot and follow those who had been famous for a long time to travel in the world?
A few decades ago, I was considered to be in a state of decline. Although compared to Li Chungang, my martial arts skills were a bit inferior and my reputation was a bit lower, my face was about the same.
If he didn't go down the mountain, how could these younger female disciples scream when they saw him? It seemed good to study Taoism with these female disciples during the long night.
It's just that he couldn't calculate with his fingers and toes that the world would change so quickly.
"How many other disciples do you have in Jade Bird?" Jingzhou grabbed a bamboo chair from the side and sat next to an ancient well.
Beside the ancient well, an old turtle and several small turtles were basking in the sun. When they saw Jing Zhou approaching, they were not afraid. They had the good sense to move aside and make way for a space the size of three or five palms.
The old Taoist priest sighed and said: "They all followed my disciples up the mountain to pick hawthorns, because they were afraid that there would not be enough food for the demon king of the world. Look at the back, the room is full of hawthorns. The old Taoist said it was enough to eat, but my
Disciple won’t listen.”
"Pindao learned from the letter that His Royal Highness the Prince was practicing cultivation on Wudang Mountain, so he casually mentioned the fact that the well in the temple leads to Wudang Mountain. What do you think my apprentice did after hearing this?"
Jingzhou looked at the two ancient seals at the mouth of the well and said with a smile: "Throw a hawthorn into this well. Since this well leads to Wudang, if you throw in the hawthorn, Xu Fengnian will receive it at the other end."
"No, my apprentice picks hawthorns from the mountain every day and throws two handfuls into the well. Decades ago, my ancestors told me that the well 'Tongyou' is the same as the well 'Tongxuan' on Wudang Mountain.
'It's twin wells."
"I didn't believe it back then, and I still don't believe it now, but who would have thought that my apprentice would believe it anyway, and the hawthorns will be lost all the time." Zhao Xituan sat down on the ground next to Jingzhou with a sigh on his face.
"Innocent nature, this kind of brotherhood is rare in the prince's family. If Xu Fengnian dies, you, the apprentice, may step into the sky, and then step into the land gods. Niubi, you, the apprentice, are enough to inherit
Your mantle." Jingzhou stretched out his hand and took out half a handful of hawthorns from the well, each one was a bit too big.
The old Taoist priest, who had never married a wife, suddenly became energetic and said with a smile: "I heard that Hong Xixiang, who was born with more skills than ordinary people, was the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu. But according to the old Taoist view, I
My precious disciple is the Demon-Damaging Heavenly Lord."
Wang Po had been selling melons for a long time before the old Taoist priest stopped. He seemed to have thought of something. He changed the subject and lowered his voice and said, "Let me tell you, how much blood has your sword drank?"
Even from a distance in Xiaoyao Guan, the murderous intention yesterday could scare the Murong girl to the ground. Even he, a "foreigner", was shocked when he saw the vision on the snowy plain.
Terrified.
How about asking for fifty taels?
The old Taoist priest thought about it secretly.
Zhao Xituan's body trembles when he thinks back to that sword with so much murderous intent.
The murderous aura that covered the sky and the sun made the whole world look like hell. Just taking a glance at it, he felt as if he was sluggish.
Jing Zhou leaned on his chair and said lazily: "I can't remember clearly. When I first came out of the rivers and lakes, the courtyard was covered in blood. I was not afraid of killing people. The sword will kill people. That night, did you kill twenty or thirty?"
"
"After I had achieved some success in my swordsmanship, I used my sword to eliminate injustices, and when I was free, I used my sword to kill people. In one fight, more than ten sect leaders and disciples of each sect were killed. A rough calculation puts it at least several hundred."
"Later, I learned martial arts from outsiders. Countless souls were killed by the gun. I still killed people in my dreams. There were still thousands of bones under the hoofs of horses."
The old Taoist priest felt a chill as he listened to the numbers popping out from the mouth of the man next to him.
Seeing that the old Taoist priest was silent, Jing Zhou laughed and said: "Killing one is a crime, but killing ten thousand is a hero. Huang Sanjia still has six million to go before he can be called the hero among heroes. He has no guilt in his heart. If he kills nine million, he will be a hero."
Why not?"
Although the old Taoist priest was curious about how close the man next to him was to killing nine million, he knew enough and didn't ask any more questions. He just flattered, "Well said!"
Infinite Heavenly Lord, how can we say that he is also an "exalted person" who has attained enlightenment!
It's just that this old Taoist is a lively person, otherwise he wouldn't have loved dragons and tigers and the mortal world back then. Now, for the first time, there are listeners, and the chat box can't be closed once it's opened: "This guy Xuanyuan Jingcheng, these twenty...
I come to Longhu Mountain to read books every year, borrowing and returning them, but can you really see a celestial phenomenon while reading?"
"I heard that there are quite a few people who have died at the hands of this guy up and down Mount Hui. That Xuanyuan Jingxuan has gained the respect of Xuanyuan Dapan over the years. I heard from Danping that he will soon be able to enter Zhixuan. Xuanxuan Jingxuan
Did he really die in the hands of this scholar?"
Jingzhou smiled and nodded.
The old Taoist priest clicked his tongue and said: "It's really a strange thing. We old guys have been living like dogs for half our lives. Hey, if we stay in seclusion, it's all shit."
"However, this boy also has a hard life. He doesn't like martial arts and prefers literary education. He is ostracized in the Xuanyuan family. He fell in love with a woman and was harmed by Xuanyuan Dapan, a bastard who used both soft and hard tactics. He actually had a deep love for that woman.
But I heard that the woman has someone else in her heart. Even if she marries that boy from Xuanyuan Jingcheng, she has made a rule to only raise one person for the Xuanyuan family."
Jingzhou said slowly: "The word "love" makes no sense at all. Otherwise, why would Fengdu Lupao die under Li Chungang's sword? Why would Li Chungang use the painted ground as a prison and the sword's heart to be shattered?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The old Taoist priest who has not known what it is for most of his life nodded in understanding.
Qi Xuanzhen said back then that he had enlightenment at the age of twelve and that in this life he was just waiting for a red dress. If he couldn't wait for it in this life, he would be reincarnated and wait again.
After his ears were clear for a while, Jingzhou opened his eyes and saw that the old Taoist priest, who was senior to Zhao Danxia, the head of Longhu Mountain, had moved closer to him at some point, and was only a few feet away from him.
Jingzhou pushed his foot against the old Taoist priest who was about to move forward, and said: "I don't have the habit of cutting off my sleeves. If you continue to move forward, hehe, I will even tear down the remaining half of your wall!"
The old Taoist priest rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "The conscience of heaven and earth, the ancestor is watching from above, how can the old Taoist be so good as Longyang? Your robe looks more elegant than the yellow and purple Taoist robe of my Danxia nephew."
It’s still impressive and sophisticated. I’ve lived for most of my life, and I haven’t yet..."
Jingzhou said coldly: "If you fart, hurry up."
Zhao Xituan put his hands in his sleeves and said with a sad face: "The old Taoist wasted no effort to bring Xu Longxiang from Beiliang to Longhu Mountain, but in the end he did not go to the Heavenly Master's Mansion, but practiced in this leaky Taoist temple.
If His Royal Highness comes to Longhu Mountain, he will really lose his face."
When he abducted the stupid little prince from Beiliang Palace, he not only lost all his strength, but also had a battle of wits and courage with the unscrupulous prince. He was tricked by the little bastard several times in a row.
All the golden elixirs left to him by his ancestors were brought to light.
If this little bastard Xu Fengnian knew that Xu Longxiang was practicing hard with him, why not close the door and let the dog bite him?
When he was in the Beiliang Prince's Mansion, Xu Fengnian, that little bastard, said, damn the Taoist orthodoxy. If anyone dared to bully Huang Man'er, he would lead the Beiliang cavalry and charge two thousand miles to Longhu Mountain!
Others may not be able to do it, but it cost him so much pain that even his own father dared to hit him with a stick, but he can really do it!
Jingzhou said indifferently: "You have half a copper relationship with me?"
The old Taoist priest said seriously: "When I took over this Taoist temple, it was a treasure. Although it cannot compare with the Tianshi Mansion on Longhu Mountain, it is not less than the Taoist temple on Wudang Mountain."
Jingzhou let out a "poof" and said: "Niubi, don't put too much credit on your face. Who doesn't know that this Taoist temple was dilapidated decades ago in this area of dozens of miles."
The old Taoist priest was surprised and said: "Ah? Is there such a thing?"
Seeing the man in front of him closing his eyes and saying nothing, the old Taoist priest said flatteringly: "We are old friends. Our ancestors only passed down the "Dream of Dreams" to me. Even my nephews, the poor Taoist, did not pass it on.
,Only..."
Jingzhou interrupted the old Taoist's words and said unceremoniously: "Don't try to get close to me. That "Big Dream Spring and Autumn" is in exchange for it. Didn't your disciple practice boxing with Hu Kui these days?"
Zhao Xituan smiled "hehe" and didn't bother to beat around the bush anymore. He got straight to the point and said, "Yesterday you had a fierce fight with that old bastard from Xuanyuan Dapan. Even Lao Taoist Xiaoyao Guan was affected. How about you pay a hundred and eighty taels?"
"
"You also know that the old Taoist really doesn't want to go to Tianshi's Mansion. There are too many rules. Besides, the people there always treat me as a disciple in a different light, especially those juniors in yellow robes who don't keep their morals in their mouths.
Why don’t you call Huang Maner a fool behind your back?”
"Oh, it's bad luck. Let's not talk about the younger ones. How about you pay less? If it doesn't work, six or seventy taels will do. I'll go down the mountain and buy some tiles and mud. I don't need the craftsman. It's the same as repairing it myself."
The more he spoke, the lower the voice of the old Taoist priest became. He was indeed a bit of a lion. It should not cost more than a few dozen taels to repair the yard. It was just to add some tiles and mud.
"After all, he is also a Heavenly Master. What does it mean to be worth six or seventy liang? If it is repaired once, it will be decent. Otherwise, if this matter spreads to Beiliang, your old boy's body will be in danger." Jing Zhou took out a piece of paper.
The banknote was thrown over.
The old Taoist priest was stunned. This shot was five hundred taels, which was really generous!
Mom, are you going to have less?
Do you want to speak again?
The old Taoist priest fights between heaven and man.
After all, Huang Maner eats a lot.
"Niubi, when will your disciples and Qingniao come back?" Jingzhou asked.
Zhao Xituan carefully put the banknote into his arms and asked, "Do you want to leave?
Jingzhou nodded.
Calculating the time, Xu Fengnian should have arrived in Jiangnan at this time.
Cao Changqing has been waiting at Baoguo Temple for a long time. It's time for this girl Jiang Ni to follow this great Chu man to restore the country.
What's more, in Baoguo Temple, there was Chen Xiliang, who died as Wenzheng, so it was time to meet this poor scholar.
If you give this poor scholar some time, Chen Xiliang will be as talented as Li Yishan, who is sitting in the pavilion listening to the tide, thinking out all his plans.
The old Taoist priest said reluctantly: "This Angling Pavilion on Huishan Mountain contains countless secret books, which are not much worse than Tingchao Pavilion in Beiliang. Why don't you stay and take a look?"
Jingzhou shook his head: "You can finish everything you need to see. There is no point in watching the rest."
"Have you also read Fangzhong Shu in Xuanyuan Dapan?" the old Taoist asked again.
Jingzhou asked, "You want to hear it?"
The old Taoist priest adjusted his old robe and said righteously: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, how can this old Taoist be that kind of person? Grandmaster is watching from above! But you really don't want to stay for a meal?"
Jingzhou smiled and said, "Can you eat meat?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said: "Here, the Patriarch is watching from above. Alas, let's not talk about this anymore. The old Taoist went to the mountain to find them."
Xu Longxiang and his party came back from picking hawthorns from the mountain, and Jingzhou and Qingniao left in the car.
The Murong siblings went up to Huishan holding Xuanyuan Qingfeng's Qinggang Sword.
The old Taoist priest was very sorry to see the carriage flying away in the dust. In fact, he still really wanted to hear the secrets of the house that Xuanyuan Dapan had worked out.
Tantric Buddhism has the Happy Buddha. Hey, his tone is not bad, but he has not practiced it to the extreme. I am afraid he is not worthy of carrying shoes for Xuanyuan.
Xuanyuan Dapan, an old bastard, liked women when he was young, and his skills became even more powerful as he got older. The women he forcibly abducted did not say a word afterwards, but took the initiative to make cauldrons with him in Guniujiang.
People are so infuriating. His old face is so much better than that old bastard, but why aren't there any women screaming at him?
The younger daughter-in-law doesn’t need to be called that, but the older daughter-in-law who has given birth to several babies can also be called her!
However, there is a female Dharma King in Landa Mountain in the Western Region. She has become quite famous in recent years. She has threatened to practice double cultivation with the prince of the demon king, but she is a bit older and is an old woman.
But the old Taoist priest felt that this old woman was also as good as the old woman.
An old cow eating young grass might be like Xuanyuan Dapan. Will this female Dharma Queen of Landa Mountain let the unscrupulous prince taste the taste once, and then he will not be happy to miss Beiliang?
"It's just that these bald donkeys all have impure thoughts. Shuangxiu, what you say is sanctimonious, isn't it because Xu Fengnian, that little bastard, will take over Beiliang in the future and wants to find a backer? The old Taoist was also valued by the ancestors back then, so he can
How come the person who takes over Longhu Mountain doesn’t have a nun to discuss Taoism with me late at night?”
"I can't understand this chaotic world!"
After leaving Jianzhou, the carriage drove quickly and headed straight for Jiangnan Road.
This journey was quite smooth, and I didn't encounter any so-called green forest heroes.
It wasn't until we approached Jiangnan that we encountered a group of thieves.
I wonder if it was because Jiangnan was not a martial artist, but when the robbed scholar saw the bright sword, he hid in the car and burst into tears.
In the end, it was Blue Bird who took action. After killing all the thieves, the scholar and the boy driving the carriage had already fainted from fright.