The long street was quiet until the reverberating words gradually dissipated. In the eyes of all the soldiers, the gentleman in gray robe and white clothes just now was still there. Most of their faces were filled with surprise and joy. They were so surprised that there was such a mysterious skill in the world that could make people
People disappeared out of thin air; I was so happy to finally see a living immortal. After all, in the past, I just heard about gods and ghosts.
"The master just disappeared from in front of me... did you see it?"
"Slowly it becomes dull and disappears like mist."
"I'm afraid this is a god..."
The emperor looked at the street where his back was gone and was speechless. What Chen Yuan said just now made him feel uncomfortable. It was obviously impossible to force him to stay. Even with hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses, he was afraid that
You can't even touch the opponent's shadow.
If he just disappeared out of thin air, he might not be an expert, but a god.
Chen Qingzhi was also on the side, reciting the last words: If there is a monster the next day, call my name to kill the monster!
The gentleman is really a leisurely man, yet he has not lost his sense of justice and chivalry.
He then came back to his senses and looked at Emperor Yuan Hao on the side.
"Your Majesty, things have become clear today. Seeing that Your Majesty is fine, the general will lead his troops back home first."
"Ah... it is indeed clear that I should go back to the palace. It's getting late. Duke Wu Du has just returned from Xuzhou. It's time for him to have a good rest."
The two men bowed to each other, then separated and went back to mount their horses. When the soldiers on both sides heard the sound of horses, they just woke up from a dream and followed their generals or the emperor back to where they were.
The night goes by.
Far away in the Taoist temple in the valley at the northern foot of Luoyang, a small yellow paper figure floated back. The moment it fell to the ground, Chen Yuan, who was standing under the eaves, opened his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.
"Taoist Master Feihe, please don't let me read those poems in the future...it's a bit embarrassing."
On the other side of the guardrail under the eaves, old Feihe Dao with white beard and hair lay on the fence, resting his head on one hand and laughing out loud: "This is what I have pieced together with great difficulty over the years. No one will listen to me when I read it."
, if you read it out, I wonder if it can still be passed down to the world. Look at how carefree and free you are, and how powerful your sword is."
"You are already old, and you are confused if you want to leave your name behind!" Chen Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to Feihe. He only came to Zhenjun Temple and almost settled here. He never mentioned that he would continue to travel.
"When I repair the Kunlun Mirror, I will make up for the lost twenty years."
After saying that, he turned around and went to the front hall. Xu Maoling's body was brought back by the giant mother. It was time to deal with it. The lake of flesh and blood in the temple was not good-looking.
"Fellow Daoist Chen."
Feihe climbed down the guardrail, shook off the dust, turned serious again, and followed from behind: "I should take my disciples away and go outside for more walks. The coincidence of time and space makes this world a little different. It's time to take a look.
Already."
You just said that the other party refused to leave, so you are leaving now?
However, Chen Yuan has experienced this kind of parting many times. People who practice spiritual life live much longer than ordinary people. There are naturally many opportunities to meet each other, so there is no regret in saying goodbye.
After walking around the corner of the corridor, Chen Yuan turned her head and looked at him: "Where are you going, then?"
"Go to look for Qingxu. Didn't fellow Taoist call him here? But it's been so long and he hasn't come over yet. Pindao felt a little worried. He went over to see if he died in a cave or was being manipulated by the world.
The vixen was so fascinated that he collapsed on the bed, unable to touch the ground with his feet."
Although it was a joke, Chen Yuan could naturally hear the concern in it. After entering the hall, he bowed his hands to the statues that turned his head and said, "Hello, heroes and heroes."
Then he continued to go to the palace gate and continued what Fei He had just said.
"The series of things that happened in these days made me almost forget that Taoist Qingxu hadn't come here yet. I don't know whether it was because Lao Sun didn't have enough magic power to convey it, or he was no longer in the cave. Taoist Feihe could go and see the nature."
It's the best. If I need help, the message of the Dharma will be sent to me. Even if we are separated by mountains and rivers, I can still shine ninety thousand miles away!"
"Haha, look, after reciting Pindao's poem, doesn't it sound so heroic right off the bat?"
The two of them walked to the door of the palace. The fat Taoist was sitting on a low stool next to him, watching a large group of people and a small one working under the tree. When he heard the voices, he turned his head and said, "Master, I am still confident that I can make the paper crane fly.
Where is the old Taoist Qingxu? Otherwise, wouldn’t these twenty years of cultivation be in vain?”
"Okay, I know you can, but where's Xu Maoling's corpse?" Chen Yuan smiled. Looking around, he didn't see a drop of blood, let alone a corpse. Instead, there were a few things piled on the ground, all of which were made in the altar. Right.
It's of no use to Chen Yuan.
"The corpse." The fat Taoist pointed to Qin Xu's family and Sun Yingxian who were busy over there. "Let them be buried under the tree. It was originally what the old cow was going to do. Seeing that it had dug the hole, we simply let them
These two children have been active and active, but have never done anything like this. How will they walk in the world in the future?"
Under the courtyard wall, the prostrate old cow opened its eyes and let out a thick breath.
"I am familiar with this matter, so I let this fat Taoist priest take over the job."
The courtyard in front of the hall suddenly burst into laughter.
'Oh, they said they would take it and bury it in the forest outside, but now there is only one person buried in the temple. It looks like a gangster temple that kills people and sells goods.'
Looking at the large and small people filling up the soil over there, without letting Qin Xu's family rest for a while, Feihe Lao Taoist took him and said goodbye to Chen Yuan and Fat Taoist. The separation has become the norm. Chen Yuan has nothing to say.
He just told them to be careful on the road, then sent the master and apprentice out of the valley and watched them go away in the mountains and forests.
In the time that followed, there was nothing to disturb me. I put down my trivial matters and concentrated on practicing my skills. Now that the Nascent Soul realm has been restored, I only need to increase my magic power again.
During this period, with the help of the spiritual energy in the mountains, the incense in the temple was enough for Chen Yuan to restore his magic power. In his spare time, he would give guidance to the fat Taoist and tell him his own experience. As for the little Taoist boy, he did not overstep his will.
But what makes Chen Yuan regretful is that without the master around, there is less lively and lively life. Thinking of the scene when he was chasing the fat Taoist holding an old cow, he couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.
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There was another thing that made him dumbfounded.
That is when the power of the incense is turned on. Occasionally, nearby villagers will come in, pray and make wishes, and the incense they get will be eaten by the heroes. In the dead of night, the quiet Taoist temple will suddenly be filled with the sound of mahjong.
Chen Yuan was woken up once and saw that the courtyard outside the palace was brightly lit, with torches stuck around to illuminate the night. A simple table cobbled together from nowhere was filled with figures of gods and men, with their armor and stomachs removed, naked.
I was playing mahjong there, making so much noise that Chen Yuan was stunned.
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Zhang Fei was stunned and lifted the table. Dian Wei held the mahjong in his hand and rushed forward. Xu Chu followed closely. Zhao Yun was still holding a pair of cards and was at a loss.
On another table, Zhuge Liang shook his feather fan and touched one. He looked at Zhou Yu with a calm expression. The latter chuckled and said nothing. Guan Yu and Cao Cao next to him looked at them impatiently and glanced at them...
The next day, Chen Yuan heard that Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu were banned from attending night gatherings by the heroes.
Of course, the promotion of Kunlun Mirror is still continuing, but not as fast as before. In a few days, two or three months have passed outside, and it is already the middle of winter. Chen Qingzhi came here specially, but Chen Yuan did not see him.
The former only paid incense to a statue in the temple and then left to return to Luoyang.
Not long after, I received a letter from a confidant, and some southern specialties were placed under a big tree outside the barrier.
"Qingzhi knew that he had no face to see Mr., so he asked someone to buy some specialties from the south of the Yangtze River, and hoped that Mr. would accept them. Qingzhi will do what Mr. told him to do, and soon he will be sick in bed."
The fat Taoist was also quite moved by this sentiment, and all the heroes in the palace even shouted, asking Chen Yuan to quickly let him return to his seat.
"Everyone wants him to die early..."
Chen Yuan smiled and burned the letter and passed it on to the gods and men for reading. He looked across the courtyard wall and looked at the white-capped mountains outside.