I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

Kaiyuan Mansion.

In front of the ruined temple in the west of Luoyang County, two people stood.

One is an old man with white hair and a childlike face, and the other is a child about four or five years old. The child is pink and tender, like a lucky doll coming out of a New Year painting.

But at this moment, the old man with white hair and childlike face was bowing respectfully to the child.

If outsiders saw this scene, they would definitely feel weird.

Regarding the children in front of him, Wu Xuanzi did not dare to be sloppy at all, his attitude was polite and restrained, neither humble nor overbearing.

After all, he has also seen the world.

Leaving aside that mysterious Mr. Bu, let's talk about Hong Qi, the old beggar, who now exists in a fairyland.

And the old man Tianxuan did not bully the weak.

Although the Confucianism and Taoism sub-sage theory is much lower than him, but when it comes to understanding the way of heaven, the Confucianism and Taoism sub-sage is far superior to him.

"Fellow Daoist, there are only a handful of people in the entire Tiannan Continent who are able to become saints from Confucianism and Taoism. It is not an exaggeration to call you a sage!"

The old man Tianxuan shook his head slowly.

Although Confucianism and Taoism can't be compared with real Confucianism and Taoism saints, they are enough to be respected as saints.

What's more, there are only two Confucian and Taoist saints in the entire Tiannan Continent.

One of them left this world tens of thousands of years ago, and now there is only one Confucian and Taoist saint left.

"I don't know how to call friends?"

Wu Xuanzi didn't get entangled in this issue, he clasped his fists respectfully and asked.

"Tianxuanzi!"

The old man Tianxuan smiled lightly, and his tone was calm and breezy, but it seemed a bit inconsistent with his immature face.

"Tianxuanzi?"

Wu Xuanzi muttered, frowning, he had never heard of this name, but Tiannan Continent is so vast, there are still some ascetics who don't care about world affairs.

"This seat has been in seclusion all year round, and I rarely have contact with the outside world. It's not surprising that fellow Taoists haven't heard of it."

The old man Tianxuan saw Wu Xuanzi's thoughts, and smiled faintly, "But I don't think it seems that Fellow Daoist passed by here unintentionally!"

"Indeed, as Fellow Daoist said, I didn't pass by here unintentionally!!"

Wu Xuanzi didn't deny it either, and admitted it openly, and the old man Tianxuan looked at Wu Xuanzi with great interest, as if he was waiting for Wu Xuanzi's next words.

Wu Xuanzi didn't keep old man Tianxuan waiting too long, and asked softly, "Friend Daoist, have you ever met an ugly old man before?"

"An ugly old man?"

The old man Tianxuan was stunned for a moment, but a flattering old face immediately appeared in his mind.

"You know that old man?" Old Tianxuan asked in surprise.

"Barely know each other!"

Wu Xuanzi coughed lightly, and his face twitched unconsciously.

However, Old Man Tianxuan was keenly aware of it.

Elder Tianxuan was puzzled.

Although Wu Xuanzi concealed it very well, he could still notice a strange look on Wu Xuanzi's face when he heard about the ugly old man.

This weird expression has helplessness, entanglement, complexity, and wry smile.

Could it be that the old man did something to Wu Xuanzi?

It's unlikely!

No matter how you say it, Wu Xuanzi is also a sub-sage of Confucianism and Taoism.

And although the old man's blood was stronger than ordinary people, he was not worth mentioning in front of Wu Xuanzi.

The old man Tianxuan didn't think too much, and said with a smile: "No wonder that old man's energy and blood are different from ordinary people, presumably it is due to fellow Taoists!"

"Fellow Daoist, I have misunderstood. The exuberant energy and blood of Laizi Song has nothing to do with me!" Wu Xuanzi shook his head.

"It turns out that the old man's name is Song Laizi, he really lives up to his name!"

Elder Tianxuan recalled Song Mangzi's appearance, and couldn't help nodding.

"However, you said that Song Laizi's strong energy and blood has nothing to do with you, but I don't think Song Laizi seems to be born with a special physique, but more like it is acquired!"

Elder Tianxuan still has this sharp eyesight.

"Fellow Daoist, Song Laizi's exuberant qi and blood is indeed caused by the day after tomorrow, but his exuberant qi and blood has nothing to do with this subordinate, but it has something to do with another person!"

Speaking of another person, Wu Xuanzi could not hide his reverence in his eyes.

This scene surprised the old man Tianxuan.

Can make a dignified Confucianism and Taoism sub-sage look reverent, what kind of cultivation is the other person?

Could it be a Confucian or Taoist saint?

After all, when Wu Xuanzi faced him, he was only respectful.

But the aura of heaven and earth here is not rich, it can even be said to be barren.

In such a place, not only Confucian and Taoist sub-sages practice here, but there is also a certain monk who is revered by Confucian and Taoist sub-sages.

"I don't know who that fellow daoist is..."

Just as the old man Tianxuan was about to ask who that person was, the spiritual energy in the surrounding world suddenly became restless, as if he felt the attraction of some powerful force.

But at this moment, an invisible and immortal breath suddenly shot directly into the sky, forming Dao rhyme runes one by one in the sky.

"A Dao Qiyun!"

The old man Tianxuan lost his voice.

Generally, this kind of situation can only mean that there is a heaven and earth treasure that contains the charm of the great way not far away.

But how could such a remote place have a treasure of heaven and earth born?

You must know that there are only a handful of treasures in the world, and every birth of one will cause an uproar in the world of cultivating immortals.

But the most treasures of heaven and earth are generally born in some taboo places in Tiannan's world of cultivating immortals.

These taboo places, even if he is in the late stage of crossing the catastrophe, he can't guarantee that he can survive in the taboo places.

But danger also represents opportunity.

For monks, many taboo places are also another kind of fortune.

Is it...

Elder Tianxuan thought of a possibility.

There is a forbidden place here.

This can also explain why a dignified Confucianism, Taoism and Yashenghui retreated in such a small remote place.

Can...

The old man Tianxuan frowned.

Although he was indeed moved by the treasure of heaven and earth, the purpose of his trip was to find the Son of God.

What's more, there is another monk here.

Although I don't know what the cultivation level of that person is, how can it be possible for a Confucianist to respect him, how can his cultivation level be low.

Therefore, old man Tianxuan didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

But Wu Xuanzi's next words stunned the old man Tianxuan.

"Mr. Bu has created another calligraphy and painting that contains Taoist rhyme!"

Looking at the grand aura, Wu Xuanzi sighed, his expression full of envy and reverence.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean?"

The old man Tianxuan looked at Wu Xuanzi in surprise, what does it mean to create another painting and calligraphy that contains the rhyme of Taoism?

"Fellow Daoist Tianxuanzi, didn't you just want to know who is related to Song Manzi's exuberant energy and blood?"

Wu Xuanzi smiled mysteriously. The reason why he dared to talk and laugh happily with the strange late-stage cultivator in front of him was because of the existence standing behind him.

"Could it be the Mr. Bu you just mentioned?"

The old man Tianxuan is also an old monster who has lived for an unknown number of years, so how could he not understand what Wu Xuanzi said.

"That's right, Mr. Bu!"

Wu Xuanzi put his hands behind his back and looked in the direction of the town, "An existence above this world!"