After many years, Wang Muzhi listened to the teacher's teaching again. Although he was refuted, Wang Muzhi was very happy with it.
He randomly found a deserted tea shop and ordered a few cups of tea. The two of them sat opposite each other. Qiu Zhanyu felt sleepy and had to sit aside.
"I have been fond of reading since I was a child, and I love reading history. Using history as a mirror can help us know the rise and fall. In the long years, there are always valuable experiences and lessons left by our predecessors - "
With a cup of tea in hand, Xu Wenji said calmly through the thin mist:
"Throughout the ages, there has been no shortage of people who have sought out immortals and visited the Tao. They have longed for the ancient past, believing that the era when immortals and Buddhas were in the world was as beautiful as the Taoist canon and recorded in Buddhist scriptures.
Unfortunately, this is all an illusion."
Wang Muzhi listened quietly. The teacher had not spoken to him face to face for a long time.
"A great master can form an army by one person, and a martial saint can destroy the enemy's country! For old monsters like the Black Mountain Monster and Fan Ruyi who have lived for hundreds of years, people in the world are like ants.
What about pursuing the legendary immortals?"
Xu Wenji took a sip of tea:
"Daozang, the immortal Buddha in the Buddhist scriptures, has vast supernatural powers, is self-sufficient and immortal, but also loves the world and is infinitely beautiful.
But this is, after all, written for believers. People don’t care about the food and clothing of ants. They only care about the fatness of cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs..."
"Teacher, you have gone too far."
Wang Muzhi shook his head slightly:
"Everything from ancient times will never return."
"They may not come back, but they will still be born, perhaps, from among you..."
Turning the tea cup, Xu Wenji looked a little dazed.
"At the beginning of the founding of the country, Grandpa Taizu purged the officials and killed many people. For a while, the government was clean and harmonious, but the powerful, corrupt officials, and powerful bandits are gone now?"
Wang Muzhi was silent for a moment and said:
"Students always believe that everything depends on human effort! The past cannot be changed, but the future is still undecided!"
"Hopefully."
The master and apprentice were silent for a long time, and the tea shop owner came to change the hot tea again and again. Only then did Xu Wenji come back to his senses.
"As people get older, their thoughts slow down..."
After taking a sip of tea, he put down the cup, picked up the bamboo stick, and turned around slowly:
"What the future holds, that's your business. I'm just a mediocre person, and it's not easy to be busy right now..."
"I just want to tell you, don't mess around with some things. If you make a mistake, you will only waste some time, but the people will lose their lives -"
His figure became more and more un straight.
Wang Muzhi bowed to say goodbye. After a long time, he straightened up and saw Li Baihu walking slowly.
"Lord Li?"
Looking at Li Baihu dressed in regular clothes, Qiu Zhanyu's heart tightened inexplicably.
"Master Li, what is this?"
Wang Muzhi glanced at him, and behind him came several guardsmen carrying luggage, all dressed in regular clothes.
"I have been an official for many years, and when I was about to leave, I couldn't think of a few people to say goodbye to. After thinking about it, the only one I could think of was you, master and disciple."
Li Baihu came uninvited and took the tea cup, poured wine into it, handed it to Wang Muzhi, and drank it all himself regardless of what the other person did.
"bid farewell?"
Wang Muzhi's heart moved
"Going outside the customs?"
"Go to Xubian."
Li Baihu made no secret.
"Li Tou, you-"...
Qiu Zhanyu's heart thumped, and he wanted to persuade him, but was interrupted by the latter raising his hand.
"I am really bored with the chores in the court. After Fang Zhenghao's death, there is no one to guard the mountain pass, so I will guard it for a few years."
After three glasses of wine, Li Baihu cupped his hands and said goodbye in a carefree manner.
Wang Muzhi was thoughtful, suddenly raised his finger, grabbed a ray of light, turned his mind and asked, his eyes suddenly condensed:
"What a great Li Baihu..."
——
Strong winds blew, heavy rains continued for many days, rivers swelled, roads were muddy, and mist filled the mountains and forests.
call!
At a certain moment, a figure came out of the fog at an extremely fast speed, covering a hundred feet in a flash, leaving deep traces in the rain curtain.
"mum!"
A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out and quickly dissipated in the rain.
In the heavy rain, although the person who came was surrounded by Zhen Gang and was protected from wind and rain, he still looked very embarrassed.
“Taoist Lin!“
The low roar was already digested in the chest before it was spoken. After Nie Longtian dodged, his figure suddenly lowered, his breath dissipated, and he avoided the soul lock coming from a hundred miles away.
call!
After a long time, there seemed to be a shadow crossing the night and disappearing without a trace
After another long time, Nie Longtian stood up and looked at the mud on his hands and feet. The shock and anger in his heart reached the point where he could not suppress it.
"Taoist Lin, you deserve to die!"
Since he became a Martial Saint, he has never been in such a miserable state.
Frightened and angry, unwilling, but also a little depressed.
There will be no difference in what method he uses to be promoted to a Martial Saint. He always believes that the difference between himself and other Martial Saints is that because of the Earth Yuan Great Pill, he has saved himself countless attempts to unite heaven and man to capture the spirit.
Cumbersome process.
However, the appearance of Lin Daoren made him shaken.
It was clear that he had broken through not long ago, but he was already one step ahead of him. In fact, if he hadn't been rescued by Mu Qingliu a few months ago, he would have almost fallen into the hands of Taoist Lin.
"When I go back this time, no matter what, I have to get a magic weapon!"
Grit your teeth and decide.
Nie Longtian hid for three more days, until the heavy rain stopped, and then he walked out of the forest and rushed towards Qingyan City.
The magic weapon is more precious than the Taoist Fruit. Even with his current status, if he doesn't have any merit, there is no reason to ask Emperor Qianheng for it.
Therefore, even if he was afraid of Taoist Lin, he still had to return to Qingyan City to prepare for Emperor Qianheng's attack on the Northwest Road.
call!
His speed was extremely fast, and Taoist Ping Lin was really shaken off by him. Within a few days, Qingyan City was already in sight.
"As a great master, I defeated the Martial Saint. Such a record is truly unprecedented!"
Suddenly, a comment floated in his ears, attracting his attention.
"Grandmaster draws with Martial Saint?"
Nie Longtian's eyes narrowed.
The fist was unintentional, like a painting of Long Wuqing. With that step, there was an almost insurmountable gap between the Martial Saint and the Grand Master.
As strong as Zhang Xuanba, he can only defeat the Martial Saint with the blessing of Xuanjia, right?
rumor?
Thoughts were swirling in his mind, but he had already reached out and grabbed the man.
He was a vigorous middle-aged man, riding a dragon horse and wearing a sword. He was talking to his companions when he was suddenly caught off his horse. He was angry at first, then panicked and begged for mercy.
"Please spare my life, spare your life..."
"Tell me, who defeated the Martial Saint?"
Nie Longtian asked in a deep voice.
The man shivered with fright;
"More than a month ago, outside the Shanshan Pass, the northwest king Yang Yu defeated the enemy army with three arrows and defeated the Martial Saint of the Dali Dynasty, the Dark Moon Dharma King..."
"Crack!"
With a tremor of his wrist, he knocked the man to the ground. Nie Longtian was so shocked that he lost control for a moment.