Ye Xuan looked at the manor. There were many people practicing in the manor now. Of course, some of them came with disciples. To be honest, there were probably not many who had reached the level of Taoism.
"Look over there." Mo Changsheng patted Ye Xuan and asked him to look in the other direction. There, there was a middle-aged man wearing a half-black and half-white Taoist robe, who was calm and self-confident.
Next to him, there was a young man in his twenties wearing a white robe.
"Has the King of Thunder and Lightning arrived?"
Ye Xuan was startled, he was familiar with this person, Senior Brother Maoshan - Shi Jian!
The lightning and thunder fist in one hand makes him reach the pinnacle of perfection. Although it is a little inferior to Mao Xiaoxiao who borrowed the technique last night, his cultivation level is also at the top level among the practitioners who practice the technique.
"Don't you go over and have a look?" Mo Changsheng said. Ye Xuan's identity in the setting is that of Maoshan's junior fellow apprentice. Although the setting is that he has only been in the profession for two years, it is impossible for him to have met Shi Jian.
If he was alone, greetings would be secondary, but there were quite a few people from the Taoist sect here, and Shi Jian was quite famous, so from his place, you could see many people coming to greet him.
Even Dagui followed him. He knew that he could not run away. After all, what he did had to be consistent with his current status, so he still had to go and see this senior brother.
"Okay, let me go over and take a look." Ye Xuan didn't resist much and walked straight in that direction.
Mo Changsheng, on the other hand, was wandering alone in the manor.
After all, not everyone knows Shi Jian, and it's not just people who practice Taoism here.
"Let me tell you, my master has recently taken in a young junior, but unfortunately he is a young and old boy, and he is always shouting about believing in science and disdainful of fate. He also said that in the future, superstition will be eradicated..."
"Haha, then he still worships Uncle Ma, what is he asking for?"
Two monks were chatting, one was very rich, dressed as a rich man and wearing a hat, and the other one was dressed as a fortune teller.
"You old man who believes in science? Do you want to get rid of superstition?" Mo Changsheng heard the rich man's words and touched his chin: "Why does it feel familiar?"
"Little brother, I see that your bones are amazing. You are a unique martial arts genius. You will definitely enter the martial arts realm in the future..."
Just when Mo Changsheng was thinking, a figure rushed in front of him. He was dressed like a beggar and was about half a hundred years old. He looked frail, but his eyes were bright, giving Mo Changsheng a very special feeling.
Wow!
He stretched out his hand and waved it, as if opening the cards, and six secret books appeared in his hand: "I have a destiny with you. There are several peerless secret books here, and I decided to sell them to you at a low price..."
Mo Changsheng had a look of disgust on his face, but he still said helplessly: "Are these secret books of yours real or fake?"
"It must be a fake! Don't be deceived, little Taoist priest. This is what this old guy told me just now. As a result, I bought a book. It turned out to be a book about villains and a large article about ghost drawings. It can't be fake any more.
Got it!"
Before the old beggar could speak, a young man wearing martial arts uniforms rushed over and looked at the old beggar with an angry look on his face.
"How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air! If peerless martial arts are so easy to practice, would they still be called peerless martial arts? Also, what is ghost painting, that is called tadpole writing! Do you understand tadpole writing..."
The old beggar retorted with his face flushed. He didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed, but he was stunned and left the young man who was practicing martial arts speechless.
In the end, I can only leave one harsh word: "Today I gave face to the host of the exchange meeting. I am in bad luck. Don't let me bump into you next time, otherwise I will definitely beat you to the ground!"
"A dog bites Lu Dongbin, but he doesn't know a good heart. I gave you peerless martial arts, and you still beat me. The world is declining, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be. I really don't know who accepted a disciple like you..."
Even though the young man left, there were still a lot of old beggars. Finally, he shook his head and looked at Mo Changsheng in distress: "Oh, I made you laugh, little brother. I didn't expect to encounter such a shameless person."
People must be trying to take advantage of it and steal all my other secret books."
"Haha." Mo Changsheng smiled indifferently, "But 'bones are amazing, there is no one in a million', you say that to everyone, right?"
"Uh..." The old beggar was silent for a moment, but after a moment, he let out a long sigh: "Oh... little brother, I don't want to hide it from you. In fact, the world is about to fall into chaos. My mission is to find someone who can protect
People who want world peace, so as long as there is hope, I will give them a few words of encouragement."
"In this way, you should...understand, right?"
Mo Changsheng's eyes were still calm, but when the old beggar looked a little uneasy, he nodded: "I understand."
Then, he stretched out a hand and said: "Show me all the secret books. Since you want to sell them to me, you have to let me choose carefully, right?"
Hearing Mo Changsheng's words, the old beggar quickly held the book in his arms. After hesitating for a moment, he cautiously said, "Just take a look?"
"Well, just take a look." Mo Changsheng nodded.
Hearing what he said, the old beggar seemed uneasy, but he slowly took out the book: "We agreed, just take a look. You are so young and handsome, and you will definitely not rob an old man like me."
A beggar’s thing, right?”
Mo Changsheng's eyes twitched and he said: "Don't worry, I will do what I say."
Then, he took the six peerless martial arts secret books from the old beggar's hand, and then, in front of the old beggar, he quickly read through them one by one.
He just rushed through each page without stopping at all. Seeing his movements, the old beggar seemed to be relieved.
""Six Meridians Divine Sword", "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms", "Tathagata Palms", "Dugu Nine Swords", "Nine-Yang Divine Art", "One-Yang Finger"... Tsk, there are so many good things!
"
At this moment, Mo Changsheng was ecstatic in his heart. Despite his indifference on the surface, when the old beggar appeared, he had already guessed his identity.
The old beggar who sells "Tathagata Palm" in "Kung Fu".
Knowing the identity of the other party, Mo Changsheng turned on the acting mode without saying a word, just to read all the old beggar's books.
Choose one? Impossible, they are all adults, so they must want them all!
"Alas..." Mo Changsheng sighed, looking at the old beggar with strange eyes: "Is there anything else?"
"This... I also brought a copy of "Tai Xuan Jing" this time, but it was bought by that kid just now." The old beggar said, which made Mo Changsheng's heart skip a beat, but he still didn't show anything on the surface.
He just looked at the old beggar, pondered for a moment, then took out a piece of Longyang and put it in his hand. At the same time, he took away a copy of "Nine Yang Divine Art" and returned all the others.
"This time, I will buy this book. If you have better secret books in the future, you can come to me." Mo Changsheng said.
"Okay, okay!"
The old beggar took Long Yang, bit it with his teeth, and left with a smile on his face. But when he walked to the door of the manor, he looked back, shook his head and said: "Young people nowadays, even old people like me
All beggars lie..."
But then he looked at Long Yang in his hand: "But at least I still have some conscience."
Naturally, Mo Changsheng didn't know this. At this time, he found the young man who bought "Tai Xuan Jing" again.
When the other party saw that he was holding "Nine Yang Magic" in his hand, he quickly said: "Little Taoist Priest, why did you still buy it? Didn't I tell you that what the old beggar sold was fake?"
"Walking around in the world, if anyone is in trouble, please help if you can." Mo Changsheng smiled and said: "Moreover, you see him dressed as a beggar, but he never begged, but sold books, and he didn't cheat us on the price, so why bother?
Careful about everything?"
The young warrior was startled: "It turns out that this little Taoist priest has seen through the old beggar's mind a long time ago, but he has a chivalrous heart. Even if I exposed him, he still chose to help the old beggar. It is really admirable!"
Looking at him again, he was deceived at first, but later he was not as chivalrous as Mo Changsheng. He even went to scold the old beggar. The more he thought about it, the more ashamed he became.
Mo Changsheng didn't know what this young man was thinking, but he raised the book in his hand and said: "Brother, I heard that you bought a copy of "Tai Xuan Jing" from that old beggar. I also have a copy of "Nine Heavens" here.
"Yang Sheng Gong", how about we exchange and take a look?"
The young warrior smiled bitterly: "Little Taoist Priest, please stop teasing me."
Immediately, he took out the "Tai Xuan Sutra" from his arms and handed it to Mo Changsheng, saying: "There is no need to exchange. If the little Taoist is interested, just give it to the little Taoist."