To be said to be a bench in Qingshui Yamen can sometimes be said to be an incredible feat.

For example, one of the three most famous attacks by the old scholar was to use the zodiac sign to suppress an entire large five-mountain mountain in the Middle Earth, causing most of it to sink into the ground.

The golden body of the Five Sacred Gods, who had great backing, was shattered on the spot. The two disciples of Daozu were so furious that they almost broke through the sky and forced their way into the vast world from the outside world.

The scholar, who was not too old at the time, instead of hiding back to the Confucian Academy, went straight to the sky alone. At the junction of the two places, he faced the menacing Taozu disciples face to face. The scholar stretched his neck and pointed at his own neck.

Come on, chop here.

On that trip to heaven, scholars were very generous.

Can this also be considered a good temper?

If he were really a good-tempered gentleman, could he teach disciples like Qi Jingchun, Zuo, and Cui Chan? One might establish a religion and claim to be the ancestor, one might deviate from the orthodoxy, and another might deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor.

The golden-armored god suddenly asked: "For the sake of Qi Jingchun, who is bound to die, you broke your oath and left the Merit Forest, and even gave up the avenue. What's the point?"

Wise men violate the rules and gentlemen violate the rules, and each has its own bleak ending. In the Confucian tradition, there will be saints and masters who teach according to the rules.

But the saint went against his will and suffered the most miserable fate.

The old scholar really risked his life for Qi Jingchun, who was destined to die.

Almost no one can understand it.

It is meaningless to engage in a battle of wills when you know that the overall situation has been decided.

Therefore, even though this golden-armored god is used to seeing mountains and rivers change color, he still finds it strange.

The old scholar touched his head, smoothed his hair, and said with a smile: "I once asked Qi Jingchun to answer a question. Now that Qi Jingchun has given his answer, of course I, as a teacher, cannot be inferior to my disciples."

Master Suishan sneered and said: "Don't follow me, those who are covered by clouds and mists. A young man is worse than a blue man. Isn't that what you said? Since a disciple does not have to be inferior to a master, your rhetoric does not make sense."

The old scholar reached out and tapped the golden-armored god, "You study hard. It's better to believe in books than to have no books at all, do you understand?"

The golden-armored god smiled angrily and said, "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Let's go and take care of yourself."

He hesitated for a moment and said, "If it doesn't work out, come to Suishan."

The old scholar waved his hands and said: "Pooping in Suishan is like blasphemy against the saints. I won't go there. Besides, now I have indeed lost the opportunity to attain enlightenment and lost my previous ability. Who can say that?"

If you want to deal with me, hey, just come here. It's a pity. If I had this opportunity back then, when I met that bull-nosed guy, he would hold his thigh and chop my head. If he doesn't chop me, I won't let him.

If you leave, you won't be so frightened that your legs will shake afterward."

The golden-armored god shook his head. He really had no interest in talking. He didn't want to talk about old things with this scholar. Anyway, since he had known the old scholar, he felt that every time he met this guy, he would definitely be disappointed. But after being disappointed every time,

I can't help but look forward to our next meeting.

It's strange.

The old scholar suddenly shouted: "Don't leave yet, don't leave yet, please ask me for help. Don't be afraid of things as big as sesame seeds and mung beans."

The golden-armored godman said nothing, and a golden light rose from the ground, about to leave this place.

But the next moment, he showed his true form, hovering in the air.

It turned out that the old scholar shamelessly stretched out his hand and grabbed his ankle, hanging in the air with him.

He had no choice but to land on the ground again, looked at the old scholar who was standing aside with a smile and clapped his hands, and said angrily: "It's an insult to politeness! If you fart, hurry up!"

The old scholar rubbed his hands, "Didn't I just accept a closed disciple? The first impression I gave him was probably not very good, so I wanted to make up for it and gave him a meeting gift or something. After all, I had to say goodbye soon.

I really don’t have the chance to teach him how to read, and I feel guilty.”

The golden-armored god sneered and said: "I can help you prepare a greeting gift? Yes, it's simple. I, Suishan, have the Zhenyue sword that has lost its sword spirit. Do you want to give it to your disciple? Is it enough?"

The old scholar looked unsincere and embarrassed: "How can this be done? The gift is too heavy. How can I have the nerve to accept it... Of course, after all, it is your heart as an elder. If you insist on forcing it on me,

, I can ask Chen Pingan to pick it up again in a hundred years, maybe he can pick it up by then..."

The golden-armored god took a deep breath. Anyone familiar with him knew that this was a precursor to taking action.

The old scholar immediately said in a serious tone: "How can you encourage others to grow? You are really a person who is willing to do it. You don't know the principle of haste makes waste? I am a young disciple who has to study abroad with swords and swords. You can just give me a piece of it."

An ownerless sword embryo is enough, just ask for it, it can be used as soon as you get it, don’t think it’s something that only tenth realm monks are qualified to touch, what do you think? You are an elder, what do you mean?”

The golden-armored god sneered: "If I don't give it, will you not let me go?"

The old scholar moved silently, approached the golden-armored god, held his arm, and said righteously: "How is it possible? Am I that kind of person?"

Master Suishan shook his head helplessly, "For these disciples, you really risk your life and your face. Okay, okay, I'll take it!"

With a flick of his wrist, something the size of a fist and shaped like a silver block floated in front of the two of them.

The old scholar's face became solemn, and he was not in a hurry to take over. He asked: "Did you come here with some intention? Otherwise, how could you carry this thing with you casually? Although it is not an exaggerated treasure, it is

It means a lot to you, if you don’t make it clear, I won’t accept it.”

The golden-armored god-man crossed his arms across his chest and looked towards the south, "How do you think I followed the clues to chase you here?"

The old scholar frowned, "It's not that you are of high moral character and connected to Suishan's luck. I made a little bit of noise here and exposed a flaw, so you had the opportunity to take advantage of it?"

The golden-armored god turned his head and asked, "Do you really not know, or are you just pretending to be confused?"

The old scholar asked doubtfully: "Since when did you, a coward like you, learn to tell the truth? Although Suishan, the false image here, was split open by someone with a sword, it will not have any substantial impact on your side."

The ferocious golden-armored god finally couldn't help but cursed: "Damn it! That sword hit my Suishan directly! Are you pretending to me that nothing happened?! Even though outsiders can see it,

When that sword appeared, it was already the end of the crossbow, but my Suishan and the mountain-protecting formation were so tight. How many people in the world could break into the formation with just one sword? Now the entire Middle-earth Divine Continent is

There are a lot of discussions, and they are speculating whether it is your so-called bull-nosed guy who is hinting at something, or whether a few immortals from the Great Wall of Sword Qi are here to demand justice."

The old scholar was stunned, "So fierce?"

These words added another pinch of salt to the wounds of the golden-armored god.

"Get out!" He was so angry that he swept his arm across the air, sending the old scholar's "body" flying hundreds of miles away, and fell hard into the river at the back of Suishan Mountain.

He snorted coldly, hit the inconspicuous silver nugget with one palm, and swept it towards the place where the old scholar fell into the water.

Afterwards, a golden light as thick as a mountain peak suddenly broke through the sky of the mountain and river scroll and returned to Suishan in the Middle-earth Divine Continent.

In the river behind Suishan Mountain, the old scholar was swimming leisurely all the way back to the shore. With a shake of his shoulders, the soaked scholar's shirt was instantly dry and refreshing. He spread his palms, looked at the silver ingot, and said with a sad face: "It's hot to the touch.

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When it comes to chance, whether a teacher gives it to a student or a master gives it to an apprentice, it is important to follow a step-by-step approach. It is never the bigger the better, but just enough for the person to hold it, carry it, and eat it.

Otherwise, those thousand-year-old nobles from the Immortal Family on the mountain have accumulated so much wealth and spread it from generation to generation. Today, this son has just become a qi practitioner, and he was given an unparalleled magic weapon.

, Tomorrow that grandson is very good, I will give him a magic weapon that can break mountains and massacre cities at every turn. If this happens, he will start a rebellion long ago. Why should this vast world have to obey the rules maintained by you Academy Academy?

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Furthermore, the entanglement of cause and effect is the most annoying.

Very troublesome.

That's why the old scholar secretly took away the hosta.

In fact, A Liang just didn't see its real method. The old scholar handed it over to Qi Jingchun, naturally he had deep intentions, in order to cope with the worst result. Once Qi Jingchun really made enemies on all sides one day, at least he would be able to

A place to stay.

It's a pity that Qi Jingchun chose not to use it in the end. In addition to being his mentor, the old scholar, who didn't want to involve Gong Delin, he was probably one of the back-up men who protected Chen Ping'an.

The old scholar was forced to go to Aquarius Island in person to meet his young junior brother whom Mr. Qi Jingchun had collected.

At that time, Qi Jingchun was already dead. Even if his husband came all the way here and was dissatisfied with this closed-door disciple, for Qi Jingchun's face and the temperament of the old scholar, he would probably recognize him even if he pinched his nose.

If Chen Ping'an really encounters a hurdle that he cannot overcome in the future, even if the old scholar imprisons himself in the Merit Forest, he can still escape with a word or two.

But Qi Jingchun made a miscalculation. She didn't expect her husband to leave Gongdelin so quickly.

Just for him.

Just like he was for Chen Pingan.

I'm afraid this is the real kind of people who share the same ideals.

The old scholar took one step forward and reached the top of the mountain. He said with emotion: "Xiao Qi, you are much better than Mr. Chen in protecting shortcomings. Well, I am very satisfied with Chen Ping'an, a closed-door disciple. After thinking about it, Mr.

, it was also in Gongdelin that I figured out one thing, I just lacked such a student."

The old scholar's eyes widened suddenly, "Where are the people?"

The old scholar was so anxious that he stamped his feet, suddenly calmed down, and said with a bad smile: "Oh, it's true, my disciple is still young, oh, he seems to be fourteen or five years old, not young. In many places outside, people are already getting married and having children.

Already..."

Somewhere in the sky, the woman smiled and said: "Twice."

The old scholar pretended to tilt his head and prick up his ears, "What, what are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly. Not only am I hard of hearing, my articulation is not clear, and my words are always misunderstood..."

No wonder he was able to teach such a great disciple as Cui Chan.

But after the sound disappeared, the old man turned his head and looked at a certain boulder with the four characters "Direct to Heaven" engraved on it.

The old man withdrew his gaze and looked down the mountain, "I still want to take a good look at the great rivers and mountains. One thousand years is too short, and ten thousand years is not long."

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When Chen Pingan woke up, he found himself sitting on the railing of the golden arch bridge again. The arch bridge was still as long as last time, with no head or tail visible. It was surrounded by sea of ​​clouds and waves, which made people feel confused.
To be continued...