"Master, is what that man said true? But isn't Yinglong the most powerful among the dragon clan? How could he be stabbed to death by someone with a bamboo stick?"
The little boy on the side couldn't help but look curiously at Wu Xuanzi beside him.
"Although Yinglong is powerful, he is not the most powerful among the dragon clan!"
Wu Xuanzi shook his head slowly.
He knew what the old beggar told about the killing of Yinglong, which had caused trouble to the world for three hundred years, because it happened in the territory of the Wei Dynasty.
And the one who took action to kill this Yinglong was none other than the old beggar.
However, the old beggar killed the Yinglong not to get rid of his reputation, but to make wine.
Next, the old beggar was still telling stories, and Wu Xuanzi and the little boy stood outside the crowd and listened quietly.
Two quarters of an hour later, a dull voice came from the crowd.
"Go away, that's the end of today's story!"
"Then let's come over and listen again tomorrow!!"
Although the old beggar's story seems to be fabricated by many people, it is particularly interesting to many small town residents.
"Hey, are you Master Wu?"
Someone turned around and saw Wu Xuanzi and the little boy, with surprised expressions on their faces.
For a time, many small town residents also noticed Wu Xuanzi.
Wu Xuanzi taught in the former village of Naomo. Many residents of the small town knew Wu Xuanzi and respected him. They immediately came over to greet Wu Xuanzi warmly.
Wu Xuanzi returned the courtesy one by one and made a few noises with the town residents.
The old beggar under the big locust tree had no intention of getting up. Instead, he sat on the stone pillar and drank a small drink.
The little fat girl on the side had a confused face. Normally, the blind grandpa would go back after telling the story, but why didn’t he do it this time?
"Master Wu, come to my house for tea when you have time!!"
"good!"
Wu Xuanzi said goodbye to these small town residents kindly.
When the man was about to leave, he took the little boy and walked slowly towards the old beggar.
"I've met Taoist friend!" Wu Xuanzi said with cupped hands.
"Originally I thought I would have to wait for tens or even hundreds of years, but I didn't expect to see you back so soon!" The old beggar picked up the bamboo stick beside him and grinned, as if he saw an acquaintance.
"Is there still such a thing?"
Wu Xuanzi was a little surprised. He thought that the old beggar stayed here because of the senior, but he didn't expect that it was because he was waiting for him.
"Fellow Taoist, I haven't seen you for a long time. Your cultivation has improved a lot. I'm afraid you're not far away from taking that step!!" The old beggar looked at Wu Xuanzi and smiled again.
"There is still a long way to go, but fellow Taoist, you are not far from reaching the Great Consummation!" Wu Xuanzi smiled faintly.
"It can't be that easy. Even though there is only one step between the later stage and the Great Consummation, it is so difficult to break through!" The old beggar sighed.
Wu Xuanzi laughed out loud.
What the old beggar just said was waiting for him.
In fact, the purpose is the same as him, to seek opportunities here.
After all, with that senior here, the old beggar might really be able to break through to the Great Perfection of Transcending Tribulation.
Song Xianghua, who was on the side, was very confused when she heard this, and thought to herself, who is this old man, how did he know the blind grandpa, and why can't he understand what they said.
However, the little brother next to the old man is really good-looking, but he is just a little bit worse than her future husband.
"Is this your disciple?"
The old beggar noticed the little boy next to Wu Xuanzi and couldn't help but look at him.
"I've met my senior!" the little boy saluted respectfully.
"Well, yes, it's a good seedling!" The old beggar couldn't help but nodded.
"Fellow Taoist, you have misunderstood. This child is not my disciple!" Wu Xuanzi smiled lightly.
"Oh? If I'm not your disciple, how about you give this child to me?" The old beggar grinned.
"You can't teach him!!!" Wu Xuanzi shook his head.
“If you don’t want to, just say so!”
The old beggar muttered something. He felt that Wu Xuanzi said this because he was reluctant to give up the child to him.
When Wu Xuanzi heard what the old beggar said, he didn't think much about the explanation.
Although he and the old beggar had only met a few times, they had been discussing Taoism together for a long time, and they also knew the old beggar's character.
"I wonder if you have some free time, you and I can have a little get-together!"
The old beggar really wanted to discuss Taoism with Wu Xuanzi. After all, Confucianism has a lot of insights into Taoism.
Wu Xuanzi glanced at the little boy next to him, raised his hands and said to the old beggar: "Fellow Taoist, I want to visit that gentleman first, and then get together with the Taoist friend when I have time!!"
The old beggar was about to nod in agreement.
Anyway, in the small town, he could go to Wu Xuanzi for discussion at any time, but suddenly he realized that something was wrong.
"Fellow Taoist, wait a moment!"
The old beggar quickly called Wu Xuanzi to stop.
"I wonder if you have anything else to do, friend?" Wu Xuanzi said politely.
"I just heard that fellow Taoist said that I wanted to visit that gentleman. I wonder if there is anyone in this town who is worthy of being called sir?"
The old beggar couldn't help but look at Wu Xuanzi doubtfully.
Wu Xuanzi was a Confucian and Taoist sage. Apart from those two people, who else in the world could make Wu Xuanzi respectfully call him "Sir".
"Fellow Taoist, don't you know sir?"
Wu Xuanzi was stunned when he was asked, and he said a little confused.
The old beggar shook his head.
He really doesn't know any gentlemen here.
"Then why did you stay in the town? And how did you discover this place!"
Wu Xuanzi suddenly felt dumbfounded.
He thought it was only right that the old beggar knew Mr. Bu, otherwise why would he stay in Nomo Town?
But at this moment, he realized that the other party was not left because of that gentleman.
"Of course I'm waiting for you here, and finding this place is just a coincidence."
The old beggar then told the story of his arrival in Nomo Town.
"I found that a powerful formation was arranged here, and I heard that a master named Wu not only educated the villagers here, but also established an academy!"
Wu Xuanzi was stunned.
Did he educate the villagers?
Did he build an academy?
What kind of bastard puts such a big hat on his head?
"Fellow Taoist, I have misunderstood. I did not establish this academy. I only helped that gentleman teach!"
Wu Xuanzi was a little frightened.
"Not you?"
The old beggar hesitated, but when he saw Wu Xuanzi's fearful look, he suddenly felt nervous.
"What about the formation?"
Wu Xuanzi shook his head.
The old beggar's heart sank.
He has been here for many days, and he has not found anyone with a very high level of cultivation. It is even very possible that that person has been monitoring his every move in the dark.
"Fellow Taoist, tell me, is there a person with extremely high cultivation hidden here? What about his cultivation?"
The old beggar was not stupid. He immediately realized something. If a sub-sage was willing to teach here, it meant that his cultivation level was higher than that of Wu Xuanzi.
"I don't know, I can only say that the man is inscrutable!" Wu Xuanzi recalled the scene of discussing Taoism with that gentleman, and he couldn't help but feel that in his heart.
"You can also feel everything here. The formations covering the town are not only the spirit gathering formations, but also no less than a thousand ancient formations, large and small. Even those old monsters who are proficient in formations cannot do it.
arrive!"
Wu Xuanzi looked around.
"Thousands of ancient formations?"
The old beggar couldn't help but be shocked. He could only sense that there was a powerful formation blessing here.