In a corner of the town, in an inconspicuous and run-down courtyard, the two of them sat opposite each other, exchanging cups and cups in silence.
One of them is a disheveled lazy man with dirty hair and oil all over his body, buzzing with mosquitoes and flies. Sometimes he picks his nose and wipes his feet, rubs his armpits for plaster stains, and sometimes grabs a dirty broken porcelain bowl and clatters it.
I drank the turbid soup with a few pieces of unknown tea leaves floating in it.
The dripping soup left a few obvious marks on his neck, and when he wiped it casually, it was as black as a naughty child's graffiti.
The person sitting opposite him is an extraordinary and handsome middle-aged Confucian scholar, wearing a feather fan and silk scarf, his black and white hair is neatly tied up with a jade belt, his Confucian shirt is clean and tidy, and he is meticulously cared for, without any dust.
A white jade folding fan was waved gently in his hand, and the gentle cool breeze blew away the scorching heat in the courtyard. He drank the turbid tea poured from the thick porcelain teapot without any discomfort.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that such two people would be in the same room and drink a pot of tea together!
"I didn't expect you to stop drinking one day!"
The Confucian scholar laughed.
"The past is like a passing cloud. If you live again, maybe you will be like me!"
The lazy man rubbed his feet and said.
"Haha, when did you learn the art of recommending yourself to others?"
The Confucian scholar said cheerfully.
“Speaks from experience!”
A lazy man speaks concisely and concisely, and is indescribably free and casual.
"What a lesson from experience, maybe...this is what my Divination Sutra lacks!"
The Confucian scholar was silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
"The Book of Divination does not lack anything. Even if the forefathers made some ill-considered mistakes, this is what we and the younger generations should do."
The lazy man shook his head and said.
"It seems that resurrecting your life has really allowed you to see things that ordinary people can't!"
The Confucian scholar's eyes were slightly focused, and his expression was righteous.
"You are studying the Divination Sutra. Don't you still know that there are great opportunities between life and death?"
The lazy man said calmly.
"It's me who's in trouble!"
The Confucian scholar gave a wry smile, played with the tea cup and said, "Everyone says that it's none of your business to worry about it, but you also know that just because of the practice of the Divination Sutra, you can always count the heaven and the earth, but you can't count yourself.
.Once something comes to pass, I know I need to let it take its course, but I always think about it in my heart."
"Obsession!"
The lazy man suddenly raised his head, his eyes under his messy hair were as bright as stars, and the breathtaking light flashed away, "You should know clearly that if you cannot get rid of this obsession, you will never have the chance to set foot on the holy path in your life!"
"Do outsiders like you and me still have a chance to pursue the holy path?"
The Confucian scholar's shoulders trembled, and the tea cup in his hand turned into powder and flew away silently.
"If you are here to complain to me, you can leave now!"
The lazy man lay on his back and said.
"You guy!"
The Confucian scholar couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said seriously, "Can you tell me the truth about your contact with that junior?"
"Didn't you ask your apprentice to get to the bottom of it? The boy was seriously injured, wasn't he?"
The lazy man teased.
"It's more than light?"
The Confucian scholar frowned slightly and sighed, "Before we left, I warned him not to force anything. I didn't expect that he would use his life essence and blood to fight for the holy way and suffer damage, but he would also..."
"Did you not expect it? Or did you not think about it? Or did it just happen naturally? As the saying goes, a son is better than his father, and a disciple is better than his master. Would you not know that your disciple is as paranoid as you?"
The lazy man sneered.
"You, you, are still so mouthy!
"
The Confucian scholar shook his head repeatedly and said gloomily, "I don't know who or the treasure concealed the secret of that junior, so I can't even guess half of it. Although I expected that Ren Liu would act impulsively, I really didn't expect that he...hey!"
"snort!"
The lazy man snorted noncommittally and said calmly, "No need to beat around the bush to test, just tell me your purpose."
"Looking at what you mean, you don't seem to be worried about his life or death at all. I guess that old bug will definitely return in vain this time!"
The Confucian scholar looked at the lazy man with a frightening light in his eyes and said, "I want to know your truest and most accurate thoughts about this son."
"What's the use of knowing all this? Besides, with your current position in Baihua Tower, what kind of information can't you get?"
The lazy man frowned slightly.
"What if I say, I want to go against the will of heaven?"
The Confucian scholar said solemnly.
"Do you want to..."
The lazy man's eyes suddenly condensed, and he said in a deep voice, "I see, I heard that kid say that in the Qianlong Abyss, Hongyao and others conspired to deploy the Seven-Star Commandment Technique to deal with him, but unfortunately they failed. Looking at China,
There are no more than five fingers of places where such secret techniques can be performed, so you are so sure that they come from...Tiangongyuan?"
"Not sure, but at least 50% sure!"
The Confucian scholar shook his head slowly, with an indescribable silence in his eyes, "There are three thousand avenues, and there are no righteous people. But those who claim to be righteous have turned our practice into a heretical practice, suppressing and ostracizing us wantonly. Even Confucianism is high-sounding. What can we say?
"A gentleman is known for his righteousness, and a villain is known for his profit." By reducing merchants, craftsmen, and artists to low-level jobs, we completely ignore the meaning of hundreds of medieval schools of thought working together to fight against demons. How can we allow others to treat us like pigs and dogs and bully us?"
The lazy man glanced at the Confucian scholar's attire and sighed silently.
If it weren't for his deep obsession, he wouldn't be a gambler and pretend to be a Confucian disciple because of the unfair treatment his ancestors suffered.
"Even if I die, I will fight with him again!"
Confucian scholars spoke loudly.
"To tell you the truth, my opinion of this guy is that he is extremely smart, and his character cannot be said to be paranoid, but there is a hint of evil. This does not mean that he is a heretic, but that he is truly as clever and scheming as a demon, and he can calculate others and himself.
, step by step to build a camp, not only the way of military strategy, but also the art of vertical and horizontal, the end is difficult to figure out! "
The lazy man was silent for a long time, then sighed, "If the situation of the Seven Stars Command is really related to Tiangongyuan, with his character, he will never let it go!"
"good!"
The Confucian scholar closed the folding fan, slapped his palms heavily, and said proudly, "In that case, I will help him and end the dream of the Wei family in the middle Tang Dynasty with the dragon-slaying technique!"
"You mean, that kid even provoked the Wei family?"
The lazy man said in surprise.
"good!"
The Confucian scholar smiled and nodded, and said secretly, "I have learned before that a son of the Wei family has found the opportunity to be a saint. Not surprisingly, it is probably this son who should be the one. As long as I give him a little guidance and give that person a push, his foundation will not be broken."
Be stable and everything will be solved!"
"Hmph, be careful not to lose everything. That guy is not someone to be trifled with. He might be watching you right now!"
The lazy man curled his lips and said sternly, "Counting the time, the old bed bug should have blocked that kid, right?"
"Hey!"
The Confucian scholar pinched the five fingers of his right hand at will and said with a smile, "If nothing else, that old bug is in trouble!"
…
At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away on the border of Minzhou, in front of an unknown hillside, Wu Ming was lying on the boulder with red lotus playing the piano, drinking strong wine freely and freely, with a comfortable and enviable expression.
Suddenly, the mottled gray light on his right wrist flashed very fast, and the Poisonous Dragon Emperor poked his head out, spitting out a letter, a pair of vertical pupils as bright as stars, and scanned the surroundings vigilantly. After a short half-breath, the whole body suddenly exploded.
With a loud sound, it dispersed into a large cloud and covered the entire hillside.
"Ahem!"
Wu Ming's face suddenly turned pale, and he coughed several times in extreme discomfort.
"Master!"
Hong Lian's delicate body softened and she lay down on the Yao Qin.
What's creepy is that nothing around them has changed, except that the expressions of the two of them are gradually declining, especially Hong Lian's hair, which is covered with an unnatural layer of gray and withered yellow.
"Your majestic semi-saint, aren't you afraid of making people laugh when you use such devious tactics to deal with juniors like us?"
Wu Ming waved his arms around Honglian, endured the discomfort, and shouted loudly.
Tsk!
Before he finished speaking, the colorful gray mist transformed by the Poisonous Dragon Emperor turned out like burning oil cooking oil, and seemed to have fallen into ice water. It made a horrifying dense hissing sound, surged and shrunk violently, and finally only enveloped Wu Ming and Hong Lian.
"Master, my power has been absorbed!"
Loach reminded weakly.
"That's right, that's right. Born with a different species, it's really extraordinary. It's fitting that this saint has such an opportunity!"
A shrill, strange laugh came, but the world became dark, and an old man with a hunchback was seen, like an evil ghost walking out of hell, slowly approaching.
Even though Wu Ming's heart was as strong as iron, when he heard this voice, he suddenly felt like the world was spinning, as if the heaven and earth were pushing against his internal organs, and even his energy and spirit, which had been tempered for thousands of times, were shaken and seemed to collapse at any time.
Even he was like this, let alone Hong Lian, whose cultivation was not yet stable. This woman's eyes turned white, and her rosy skin turned gray and curled up with wrinkles at a speed visible to the naked eye. Only the strange lotus pattern between her eyebrows flashed, and a wave of
The strange power shrouded it, slightly easing the dissipation of vitality.
"hehe!"
Wu Ming gave it a cold look and moved his fingers without leaving any trace.
Buzz!
Golden jade-colored light and shadow flashed, and the dragon turtle's shadow roared out proudly, and immediately turned into a thin veil, covering the two of them, completely isolating the strange power scattered between the heaven and the earth.
"Hmph, there's no need to scare me with that one. You killed the Baihualou Half-Saint first and destroyed the laws of the human race. Everyone will be able to kill him!"
The hunchbacked old man's green eyes were slightly focused, and he stretched out his right hand with a sneer. A black light suddenly appeared on his index finger, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, and it pointed at the center of Wu Ming's eyebrows.
What is frightening is that when he points his finger, the black light on it seems to be condensed by evil ghosts, and the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves appears in the sky and the earth, as if evil ghosts are born and want to subvert the world.
call out!
The next moment, the dim light surged out, but it did not point towards Wu Ming, but pierced sideways. In the chaotic world dozens of feet away, a blood-green light and shadow appeared strangely, and a figure inside pointed indifferently.
out.
There was a sudden crackling and piercing roar, and two almost identical but completely different auras of finger strength collapsed, forming a desert area of about tens of feet between them. Half of them chirped, and countless pits as small as needle holes appeared.
The cave is densely filled with bubbles and smelly and sweet poisonous gas. Half of it is like an ice hell, where everything is frozen.
Among them, an iron-faced man in green clothes stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of indifference that kept strangers away from him. He was not inferior to the hunchbacked old man, and he was obviously a half-saint strong man!
"Is this what you rely on?"
The green light in the eyes of the hunchbacked old man disappeared, and he looked at the masked man gloomily and said, "I don't care who you are in the demon sect, if you know what you are doing, leave immediately!"
PS: The New Year and the new atmosphere will help all Taoist friends to succeed in their careers and reach a higher level. (To be continued)