A group of visitors rested under the vines, drank tea and listened to Taoist sermons, feasting their ears to the melodious sound of jade chimes, which caused the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to ripple like running water, as if all the ancient branches and leaves near the Taoist temple had been washed, making them greener and greener.

Since Huayang Palace had not yet issued an order to expel guests, they walked all the way to the Patriarch's Palace and gradually climbed up along the main Shinto. From a wide field of vision, they could see the Difei Mountain Ferry in the distance. In the field of vision, the figures of Taoist officials could be seen.

It is as small as an ant, and comes and goes like a shuttle. There is a huge cross-state dragon boat, which is the most eye-catching. It is a hundred feet long and more than ten feet wide. The scales on the head and tail are carved with gold ornaments. The buildings on the ship are like beautiful buildings and jade buildings, and they are planted with ancient pines and cypresses.

A complete Taoist temple. It is said that this famous ferry belonging to Cuiwei Palace has a mystery hidden at the bottom of the cabin. Large iron coins are densely arranged like a tabletop, called "Successful Money", to resist the tilt of the hull caused by clouds, waves, wind and rain during the voyage.

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The fierce-looking young man was the first to break the silence and asked: "The ancestor of the military strategist, Grandmaster Jiang, has been silent for thousands of years. This time he joins hands with his Taoist companions to come out again. The noise is not small, and he must have a big plan. If you are him,

What will it do? Use local materials and make some deductions?"

On the top of the mountain, Mao Zhui began to look at this group of children from aristocratic families with admiration. They were not very young and capable, but they were very courageous and bold.

Yin Xian looked even more embarrassed. These troublemakers who knew nothing about the world really dared to talk about anything.

However, it can be seen that the Yang family of Hongnong is indeed well-informed. How many Taoist officials in the dynasty have never even heard of the surname of the ancestor of the military strategist.

There was a young man holding a wicker that he stole from somewhere, shaking his wrist, walking leisurely, and said with a smile: "The first step is to enter the ancestral palace of the main military family. If you can use the Zhongtu martial arts temple as a private dojo,

Right? But Jiang Taigong, Mr. Wei and the others are willing to give up their positions? This is a huge problem that is destined to be unavoidable. If I were to attack the ancestral court in one go, since I am a military strategist, I have to... Hey, Grandmaster Jiang

, Jiang Taigong, what a coincidence, both of them have the surname Jiang, I don’t know if it makes any sense.”

One dares to ask and the other dares to answer. They are indeed a pair of brothers with different surnames who are very attached to each other just after they met.

There is nothing taboo about talking about these things.

It's just like the Qi practitioners in the world who drank a little wine and said they wanted to fight Bai Yujing. But the problem is that they are in Difei Mountain at the moment, so it is always inappropriate.

"Secondly, even if the military strategists are of one mind and are willing to acknowledge him as their ancestor, then we have to look at the attitude of the Chinese Confucian Temple. After all, Haoran is a world of scholars. Whether the ceremonial saint nods or not is the key. Ya Sheng and Wen Sheng are two

, whether to acquiesce to this matter or hold a negative opinion is of course also very important."

"In the end, even after passing these two passes, the most important issue is whether the fisherman who refused to dock to allow the Holy Master to board the boat recognized the military strategist named Jiang or not."

"Three invisible battlefields, layers of passes, it depends on how the ancestor of the military strategist arranged his troops, passed the passes, beheaded the generals, and gradually attacked the city and built the stronghold. By accident, the man named Jiang couldn't reach an agreement with the Confucian Temple and insisted on quarreling with each other.

The peaceful age we finally won will return to the troubled times and become the same as our current world in Qingming."

An ancient-looking old man said with a smile: "Is there a possibility that Jiang Taigong's fishermen will take the bait?"

"how to say?"

"For example, the ancestral family of the military dynasty has long wanted to fight together again, trying to make the first ancestor take the blame himself, and eradicate the root of the problem justifiably?"

"Is there someone else hiding behind the scenes who is ambitious and has been planning for a long time to take over the magpie's nest?"

"What if the first ancestor of the military strategist and the fisherman had already been on the line? How about bypassing the Confucian Confucian Temple and joining forces with the barbarians? Are they determined to completely change the world? Rearrange Haoran?"

The topic was discussed together, everyone had their own opinions, there were many discussions, and it was a mess.

On the other side of the mountain, Yin Xian said: "The young man who started the topic first, who was named Shangjiao on the Guan Dynasty, is a casual cultivator. He seems to be from Xiaosizhou, and he carries with him the rich water vapor unique to Leize Lake."

Nan Qiang had a different opinion, "At first glance, he looks like a libertine who steps on watermelon rinds. Shouldn't he just come back from enjoying the flowers at Leize Lake?"

Yin Xian shook his head, "Taoists usually travel, how can they stick to water transport. The two lake owners named Wang and Lei Yu, one is withdrawn and the other is unscrupulous, how can outsiders dare to show off."

Mao Zhui said: "It's hard to say what the specific sect's family education is, but it is certain that he has a close relationship with the Taiyi lineage. At least he has dealt with Wang who likes to raise geese more than once or twice.

. Just say that the book boy around Shang Jiao has a good background and is not something that ordinary people can control. "

Shanyin Yuke's surname is Wang, Tao name is Taiyi, the owner of the dry lake in Xiaosizhou, the old Taoist priest and Lei Yu, who is from the demon clan, are all candidates.

Nan Qiang failed to see the background of the lazy book boy and asked curiously: "Strange or mysterious?"

Weird, they may be "old immortals" who have started to practice in ancient times or even ancient times, or ancient objects have become spirits, giving birth to a little true spirit, transformed into human form, and embarked on the path of cultivation. Most of the supernatural beings are the reincarnation of gods or gods.

It was a certain great monk who "turned around".

Mao Zhui said: "When we meet, you can ask yourself."

Nan Qiang smiled sweetly and said: "Since I can't use magic to see through their deception, it's just like guessing lantern riddles. It's quite interesting."

Mao Zhui narrowed his eyes. For some reason, he changed his mind temporarily and said to Yin Xian beside him: "Yin Xian, please pass on the message and allow them to go up the mountain. Let's meet and chat for a few words."

It's really a mixed bag. There are more than ten people in this mountaineering team. After careful research of their families and the origins of their monasteries, it turned out that there are at least four places.

He wanted to see if he was just talking nonsense, talking on paper, and talking nonsense, or if he was really talented and learned and had a clear goal.

Yin Xian looked troubled. There was no fixed rule on how to treat guests here. It was only said that Mao Zhui was promoted to the palace master, and no one came to congratulate him. This is really an isolated case in the mountain.

Mao Zhui said: "It doesn't matter, just go to my house and stay."

Yin Xian breathed a sigh of relief. In this way, Huayang Palace's etiquette was quite sufficient.

In this truly mixed mountaineering team, the Hongnong Yang family has a pair of siblings, two accompanying maids, and a guard guard.

The apparent identity of the siblings who submitted the ultimatum at the mountain gate shows that they are not Taoist officials now, Yang Zheng, Yang Yu. The boy's name is not ordinary.

Although the face of the woman wearing a power fence is hidden, her figure is graceful. Beside her, a maid is gently swinging a folding fan. The fan depicts a magpie on a branch, which means she is happy.

A handsome young man, wearing a three-mountain crown on his head and a refreshing deep purple t-shirt with a sash tied around his waist. Yang Huang looked arrogant and liked to look sideways at people, and rarely looked at people directly.

At this moment, he was taking out a kind of oily honey, nicknamed "Xiaolier", and offered it to his sister, who lifted up a corner of the rice cake and chewed it gently.

Of the two maids, one has a soft face but looks like a man. She wears a narrow robe of variegated brocade and gold silk. The short knife hanging on her waist is very eye-catching. She is given the surname Yang and the given name Yupian.

The other maid was called Luzhu, and she was holding a round fan. She seemed to be a few years older, but she was just pretty in appearance, wearing a small hat, a wide yellow embroidered shirt on the outside, and a narrow green coat on the inside.

A little further away from them, there was a lean man with a dull look, as if he was trying to catch the Yang siblings and the "miscellaneous people" who were climbing the mountain together.

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Separated from each other, the real face is that of a sword-wielding man wearing five-color armor and covering his face with armor. He is tall and tall, and his armor is wrapped with a gorgeous belt in the shape of an ancient ceremonial brocade snake, making him look like an ancient general. Wearing a pair of cloud-head shoes that look like court boots.

In addition to them, there were two Qing guests of the Yang family. The old man had a strange face, with three long beards and narrow eyebrows. He looked like the statues of gods and ghosts in the ancestral temple, giving him a dark and ancient atmosphere.

The middle-aged man next to him seemed to be a disciple, with a reserved look on his face. He couldn't help but glance at the maid holding the fan.

There are three siblings with different surnames. Among them is a man named Shang Jiao, who is accompanied by a boy named "Xiao Bing". Xu Duan and the lean, taciturn red-faced man have been friends for many years and have met here. This time they went on a mountain tour together. Originally, they had no intention of using false traps or making false promises. They just followed the Hongnong Yang family's descendants to climb the mountain.

The little book boy was sick and listless. It was like the coolness of the mountains, making people drowsy.

The red-faced man said from his heart: "Third brother, on the way here, in an inconspicuous barren mountain field, I met an extraordinary person, a true hermit."

Shang Jiao didn't take it seriously, "Isn't it the kind of thing that's just about gaining fame?"

The red-faced man said: "I have been tested for a while, but my level is higher than mine anyway. Logically speaking, I shouldn't be so rash, but I really couldn't help it. Fortunately, the other party has a good temper and didn't care. If we left it to the outside world, we would probably have a fight. , he doesn’t seem to be very good at fighting with others, but his level is there, if I can’t kill him with one blow, I will definitely be consumed by him.”

Shang Jiao was shocked when he heard this: "Is the realm higher than yours?"

One of the sworn brothers beside him is Luo Yi, whose Taoist name is "Huo Guan". He and Shaoyin Hou Wuxi are both among the ten candidates in Qing Ming Tianxia.

Of course, "Shangjiao" can come into contact with many strange people.

When it comes to family background, friends, and relationships with elders, among the younger generation, even the guy who gave Yang Zheng a business name as a pseudonym in the entire Qingming world can be ranked high.

Because of this, he dared to talk about this in the main Shinto of Difei Mountain, almost in front of Master Bai Gu.

If you dare to make such a mistake relying on your identity and background, you are underestimating Shang Jiao, just because he is too familiar with Difei Mountain. The two sisters also wanted to see the place where their brother practiced Taoism in the past, so they stopped The small Taoist temple where he took a rest was the one he used to visit in his early years.

The red-faced man nodded and said: "There is no doubt that he is definitely a level higher than me."

Shang Jiao's eyes sparkled, and he suddenly became interested, "I must help introduce you. It doesn't matter if you are rejected."

The red-faced man smiled and said, "That's easy to say."

Shang Jiao always had some wild ideas, and asked everyone curiously, "Why do some ancient books describe Taoist ancestors with the saying that 'Tao is like a dragon'? Isn't it the kind of Spring and Autumn writing style that praises and denigrates implicitly?"

It seemed that everyone was stunned by the question and was silent for a while. After all, it was difficult for anyone to say anything when it came to Dao Ancestor.

Even Yang Huang couldn't help but look at Yang Zheng, "Sister, Brother Shang Jiao's question is very tricky. Can you read a few more books and answer it?"

The Mi Li woman shook her head.

Shang Jiao continued to ask, "There is another description of a person's strategy, which is far superior to that of his peers at the same time. Why is he called 'great wisdom and almost a demon'? Is this a compliment or a curse?"

Still looking at each other.

The ancient-looking old man who had been silent until now smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist Shang, both of these statements actually have their origins."

Shang Jiao's eyes were bright and he asked sincerely: "How do you say that?"

The old man slowly said: "It is said that in ancient times, there was a naturally formed team that stretched extremely long on the road in the world, as if it stretched like a snake. During this period, Taoist priests heard the Tao, practiced and proved it, and they all performed the transformation of land dragon and snake. When we were leaving, whether we were crying or laughing, we never forgot to kneel down and bow down to the Taoist priest who was walking in front of us, and then more Taoist priests joined us, and then there was a relatively simple head-offering ceremony."

"The one walking at the end of the team is Dao Ancestor."

"In addition, one of the Taoist priests walking at the front of the group not only listens to the Taoism at close range, but also protects the Taoism part-time, and imparts the Dharma selflessly. If he hears something and understands it, he will take the initiative to preach from behind and never hide his secrets. , every time there is a severe drought, he does not hesitate to expend his own energy, change his body shape, soar into the clouds and mist, perform water magic, and bring down the rain. He has a lot of merit in the world. Unfortunately, his fellow tribesmen made a big mistake later, and they were despised by the gods. , it is doomed, and only one in ten thousand can escape."

"As for the other metaphor, it was used to describe a certain woman who was proficient in refining things. She was from the demon clan and had great wisdom, so there was absolutely no derogatory meaning at the time."

Hearing this, Shang Jiao sighed: "How did the old gentleman know these old almanacs?"

The old man couldn't help laughing and asked, "Of course it's just hearsay, otherwise?"

Shang Jiao laughed endlessly and begged for mercy with his fists in his hands.

The old man seemed to be aroused by this topic. In his eyes, which were as deep as ancient wells, there were golden threads swimming around, just like a dragon lurking in the abyss.

Even though many years have passed, after all, they are all things that I have seen, heard, and experienced, and it is difficult to forget things that are very close to Chi Chi. There is no need to deceive myself.

Yang Huang followed up and asked about it, "It's okay to talk about five-color soil, but how about ten thousand-year soil?"
To be continued...