The young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown quickly bowed and thanked him, and said pitifully: "I only ask the old scholar to abide by his promise and not to accidentally let it slip."

There are only a few people in the school tonight. Although Chen Ping'an is a close disciple of the old scholar, he is still very strict with his mouth. He never likes talking about people behind their backs. As for Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji, one has a stable personality and the other has a close relationship.

I have a good relationship, so I am unlikely to talk about this kind of thing with anyone, but if the old scholar can't do anything, don't go back to the Chinese Confucian Temple, beat gongs, drums, set off firecrackers and raise banners, otherwise you will end up with Yu Xuan and Sui

Shan Zhouyou and these friends chatted for a few words. Isn't it just that they were not serious about what they said at the wine table and were not careful? When the news spreads to Qingming Tianxia, ​​and then passes through Xuandu Temple to exaggerate it, it is estimated that Lu Chen will have one more "

He was nicknamed "Losing Half".

The poor old scholar in a scholar's shirt saluted, "No, no, Master Lu is just a name for himself. I've always been a stupid person. If I really want to start a quarrel, Master Lu will let me use one hand and one leg.

There is no way I can defeat Master Lu."

Is this the beginning of getting a bargain?

The old scholar and Lu Chen winked, turned to Chen Ping'an and the others and said that they wanted to have a few words with Master Lu, so they walked out the door arm in arm. The old scholar was not tall, but Lu Chen was slender.

, Poor Master Lu, who tilted his head and turned sideways, was dragged out by the old scholar.

The good-tempered Taoist priest and the generous old scholar all seem to be ranked fourth in their respective Taoist traditions.

Ning Ji was a little confused, just because of the name Lu Chen and the identity of Bai Yujing as headmaster. Previously in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, "Taoist Wu Di" had already explained it to the young man, because even Ning Ji could understand it.

For example, Ning Ji now roughly understands Lu Chen's importance in the "mountain". To put it simply, Lu Chen is one of the few big shots in the world, but for some reason, Lu Daochang, whose hometown is here, has his dojo in the White Jade Capital.

Nanhua City, you are one of the Taoist masters.

So it seems that the ancestor of his family, who has never been masked before, can actually have the upper hand on Daochang Lu?

Chen Ping'an had drank the apprenticeship tea before. According to the seniority, this old gentleman, who was called sir by the master and the old scholar by Master Lu, was Ning Ji's ancestor.

Ning Ji lowered his voice and asked curiously: "A fight?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and explained: "Sir, he deliberately made it plain and light, but it was actually a serious debate. Both Mr. and Lu Chen had participated in the century-old debate on Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, but it was not the same debate.

, they were very convincing in both the finale and the opening, but later on their realm and status became higher, and they stopped participating in the debate according to the rules, so we didn't meet."

Ning Ji continued to ask: "Sir, what was the result of the debate between Master Patriarch and Master Lu?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said some impartial and fair words, "Not necessarily. It's hard to say the outcome. Lu Chen's words and Wang Yang's wantonness are the best at fables. There is no one. They are majestic and unparalleled.

Being hostile is like a heavy rain from the sky. Ordinary people have no way to hide in the wild. Those who are hostile to them are like those who are willing to surrender when the flood breaks the embankments. They are like the rain that comes after a long drought, causing the fish that has dried up the land to return.

Hehe. Mr. He talks about the truth, the context is clear, the sequence is solid, and the literary talent is also excellent, but it is not the kind of gorgeous words, just like paving the way in front, and those who come after you can follow suit."

When Ning Ji heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. He hoped that his ancestor would be knowledgeable and capable in debates, and he also didn't want Lu Daochang to lose. A tie would be the best, and it would be better not to quarrel at all.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Since ancient times, articles have always been about life. Mr. used to teach in the back alleys for many years. He was very poor. Every time he bought books, paper and pens, he had to be very careful. When Lu Daochang was the official of Qiyuan, he was too poor to open the pot and had to fight with the local people.

The Marquis of Jianhe borrowed grain."

Although it sounds lighthearted, in fact, what Chen Pingan said just now is that he is extremely nervous, which is not an exaggeration. Just because once Mr. Lu Chen formally discusses Taoism, it will have immeasurable consequences for both worlds. A small accident

, the seemingly accidental encounter between the literary saint of the Confucian Temple and the headmaster Lu Chen in a village school will bring countless far-reaching "inevitations" to the next thousand years.

Of course, Chen Ping'an didn't want his husband to quarrel with Lu Chen for his own sake.

At the critical moment when the mountains and rivers of the Three Religions were about to branch off into countless tributaries, Lu Chen was certainly not willing to have a debate with Wen Sheng, because both sides were destined to have no winner, only losers.

If the old scholar becomes ruthless, he can at least delay or even block Lu Chen's fifteenth level of Hedao. Of course, Wen Sheng himself will also pay a very heavy price.

Those who can do this, after looking at several places in the world, are indeed not the only ones, only one or two people at most, and the old scholar happens to be among them.

So this time I hurried back to Haoran Tianxia from outside the world. It was also the old scholar and the headmaster Lu Chen. To be precise, it was the entire Baiyujing, or the Taoist Ancestor made an extremely strong statement. The worst I could do was that the statue was moved out of the Confucian Temple again and lost.

As a priest, he also has to protect the disciples who have not yet climbed to the top and are walking on the mountain road.

But after all, the other party was Lu Chen, who was better off doing less than having more to do, so the old scholar was still extremely judicious. If you give me face, I will give you face. This is called wandering around in the world.

It is only said that the old scholar helped Yu Xuan successfully unite the Dao Galaxy, and then retrieve the river map. Whether it is Taoism or Taoism, in short, the entire Taoist sect must bear this affection. Generally, it does not matter if the Taoist priests are awarded, and it does not matter to oneself.

Hang up, but Lu Chen and his master Daozu, given their identities, naturally they cannot be so careless.

At a small wine table, the old scholar and Lu Chen sat opposite each other. The old scholar took out two wine glasses and put them on the table. He smiled and asked Master Lu to take out two pots of Qing Ming Tianxia's fine wine. Lu Chen took them out of his sleeves.

Two pots of fairy wine respectively produced from Biyun Tower in Baiyu Jing and Huayang Palace in Difeishan Mountain, each filled their glasses with wine. The old scholar praised the other for his enlightened heart, like jade hidden in a mountain, Lu Chen reciprocated politely, but he did not say that the old scholar

The good words about the scholar are that the room next to Chen Ping'an's house is full of books, and the smell of books is better than keeping fish in clear water.

At that time, Yasheng had traveled around the Qingming world. In addition to negotiating the matter of the Grand Master Kou Ming's "spreading the Tao" in the Haoran world, Yasheng actually also had the intention to preach in foreign lands and open academies. However, at that time, he was responsible for the master who had been in charge of Bai Yujing for hundreds of years.

It was Yu Dou, and Yu Dou didn't like to deal with common affairs. He lived in the outer world for a long time and faced off against the devil all the time. He didn't bother to meet Ya Sheng at all. Therefore, several highly respected Bai Yujing Taoist officials secretly discussed matters with Ya Sheng, so there was no such thing.

Negotiated. But in fact, if Taoist priest Bai Yujing had been able to deduce that the founders of the three religions had left Taoism, he would never have refused. Now, those who benefit the most are of course the contention of a hundred schools of thought, especially Buddhist temples and Taoist palaces.

Look at the vast world like flowers blooming all over the world.

The reason why those Bai Yujing Taoist officials did not agree to Ya Sheng back then was because they were worried that the Confucian influence would spread in the world and get out of control. In fact, there was also a big monk who was thinking all over the place and getting further and further away from the truth.

The reason may be that someone like River God Gao Niang, who has been involved in officialdom and practiced in public affairs, can see the truth at a glance. That is, just because the headmaster Yu Dou did not show up, Bai Yujing will think that this is Yu Dou.

The headmaster's attitude has changed. Since Yu Dou doesn't nod, does that mean there is no need for discussion?

As one of the only two remaining masters of Bai Yujing, Lu Chen can certainly facilitate this matter. At worst, he could go to Tianwaitian to talk to his senior brother Yu Dou, and then send a message to the 12th floor of Bai Yujing's Five Cities. It would be just one more trip.

It's just that Lu Chen didn't know why, but he pretended not to know about this, and just traveled around, went to Xuandu to watch and scold him, or went to eat and drink with Gao Gu, Wu Shuangjiang and other great monks.

"No one is as comfortable as Headmaster Lu, who comes and goes casually, leaving no trace of his actions, and no trace of his deeds."

It can only be said that after becoming the headmaster of Bai Yujing, Lu Chen did not seem to have done any feats in the worldly sense in Qingming World, and he was far from comparable to the two previous headmasters and brothers.

Occasionally, stories of his deeds are spread out, and they are all absurd jokes.

"Mr. Literary Saint, never wasted a moment of his time. Reading people and affairs is like looking at mountains and rivers. Wherever he goes, there are deeds. A scholar can influence countless scholars. If this is not a feat, what is it?"

The old scholar scratched his head, then held a cup with one hand, and plucked his beard with the other and sighed: "I don't know that old age is coming, and my head will turn gray in an instant. I am already declining."

Lu Chen smiled and said: "Looking back on my career in seeking the Tao, I am very lucky if I think about it."

"This kind of thing can only be said by Master Lu, but not by others."

"Don't be angry when you wake up in the morning. Don't scold your wife during the Youshi period. Read more books by sages and be happy when things happen. Cultivate your moral character and your character. This is the way to live in the world."

The old scholar suddenly became speechless.

Perhaps Chen Ping'an saw that the people at the wine table were really just chatting, so he walked to the door and asked his husband if he wanted to have some midnight snacks. The old scholar patted his belly, nodded repeatedly, and said with a smile that it was a good idea.

They were about to rebel. Seeing Chen Pingan standing without moving, the old scholar asked him to sit down and chat. If he could drink, he would drink a little. If he couldn't drink, he would drink tea. Chen Pingan nodded and sat at the table. Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji

They went to the kitchen to get busy with supper. They planned to cook some more dishes to go with the wine. Judging from their appearance, they were about to have their second meal.

Lu Chen smiled and said, "You don't have to be so nervous. Mr. Wen Sheng and I can't quarrel."

Generally speaking, as a teacher, the old scholar said that he wanted to talk to Lu Chen about something. As a student and disciple, Chen Ping'an should not interfere with public, private, emotional, and rational matters. It was against the rules.

Probably this is the exclusive treatment for closed disciples.

Lu Chen has also been a closed disciple for thousands of years. He feels the same way and must feel the same way.

Chen Ping'an said angrily: "Whether we want to quarrel or not, the initiative lies in my husband's hands. It doesn't matter what Chief Lu says."

The old scholar stroked his beard and smiled. Listen, is it sincere or not? Does it warm your heart?

Lu Chen heard that Chen Ping'an called him Taoist Master Lu instead of Master Lu, and the content of his words was clear, so he didn't care about anything.

The old scholar remembered something and touched his sleeves, but found nothing. He just raised his head and looked at Master Lu.

Lu Chen smiled and stretched out a finger to touch his mouth, indicating that the poor man knew the rules and would keep his mouth shut.

The old scholar then took out a copy of the river map. After all, it was done in a hurry, and the true meaning of the calculation contained in it may not be consistent.

The old scholar reminded Chen Ping'an not to open it in a hurry, and wait until one day to return to the upper five realms to take a look. Now that he unfolds the scroll and reads the contents, his Taoist heart will only be deeply absorbed in it.

That is to say, my close disciples must be successful in cultivating their minds and can be trusted by old scholars. Otherwise, if you were an ordinary Qi practitioner, no matter how great an immortal you are, you would not be able to catch this river map which is just a copy. Giving away gifts would be harmful. People.

Chen Ping'an nodded, silently put it in his sleeve, as if he was unrestrained on the wine table, and made an exception to perform the magic once. The mountains and rivers in his sleeve shrunk the earth's veins, like the branches of the ancestral mountain, and placed it on the first floor of the bamboo building. Over there at the desk.

The old scholar smiled and said: "It's a good thing that you like to study arithmetic. When you travel to the Middle-earth Divine Continent in the future, you can consult with those old masters of magic. They owed you a big favor back then. If you have any questions, just feel free to ask. Ask boldly, if you catch them, it will be a new love affair. Xiaobaoping, Yougan, and Ningji and the others will be able to confidently ask for advice from those old masters in the future."

The old scholar took out another temporary picture scroll of time, not wanting to keep it for a long time. It was the kind of fleeting picture that was read once and then lost.

Lu Chen knew the good intentions of the old scholar. Great monks on the mountain are often more famous than meeting them. Since Chen Pingan will definitely visit the Qingming world in the future, he should take a look at the faces of some Qingming monks with his own eyes. Listen to what they say with your own ears.

On the scroll, beyond that day, the stars are endless and the thoughts are vast.

The old scholar squatted on the gourd, sighing long and short. Every time he took a sip of wine, he sighed. The host beside him, Mr. Yu, felt a little embarrassed.

The more the old scholar said nothing, the more guilty Yu Xuan felt.

When the old scholar raised the jug, he comforted Yu Xuan by saying, "The Tianhe River will be refreshed tonight. Don't worry about having no place to relax. After thinking about it, I will follow you and become a Taoist in the Xinghan River."

Yu Xuan was a little bit overwhelmed, because Liu Qi was empty-handed and did not bring any gifts to those who came to congratulate him tonight. Gu Qingsong, who then took a boat to Tianhe, cursed Yu Xuan a few times. In addition, Master Xu had a breeze in his sleeves. , Cheng Longzhou of Dafu Academy is both a scholar, so the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. Ai Aizhou Wei She, the dignified master of the Seventy-Two Peaks, is recognized as a rich man in the world, his family is so rich, he must be so rich. Rich people are not shy about mentioning money, so the old scholar who was eagerly waiting to help collect the gift did not even see the shadow of a fairy coin, let alone a magic weapon on the mountain.

After Wei She's visit, another Liuxiazhou great monk, Jinghao with the Taoist name Qinggong Taibao, hurried over. As the leading mountain god in Liuxiazhou, after previously noticing the strange phenomenon in the Tianhe, he did not hesitate to Using the unique method of a great monk in the Ascension Realm, he reported to the Confucian Temple and then recorded the file, and was informed by the Confucian Temple that it was OK.

You can travel far and wide, but your time is limited and you are not allowed to stay outside for more than one hour.

But when Jing Hao saw the old scholar next to Yu Xuan, she almost, really almost turned around and left.

The last time I discussed matters at the Confucian Temple, I just watched the excitement of Yuanyangzhu from a distance. At most, the guests of the house and fellow Taoists on the mountain said a few words that were not so pleasant.

Then the right and left man came to the door to investigate. Although he only handed out a sword, Jinghao, who was known as "the eighty-level Dharma reached the top", was seriously injured.

Scholars have such a bad temper, even if you have superb swordsmanship, you still can't become a sage in the Confucian Temple.
To be continued...