In those years, the cultivators we cut together

In the arena, due to the violent impact on the hands of the burly man, the blood was blown out from the mouth of the tiger, and the pain in the chest was even worse. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

But Lin Xiaolu stood in front of him and snorted disdainfully: "You seem to be a martial arts practitioner, this time I will teach you a lesson, and next time, I will abolish your martial arts!"

"it is good!"

Seeing this scene, countless people around applauded and clapped their hands enthusiastically, while the burly man was terrified, clutching his chest and crawling away, not wanting his horse.

"Young hero is very capable!"

"Master Xiaodao did a good job!"

"The Daoist is kind!"

Amid the applause of the common people, the girl in white, who was eating candied haws, looked at Lin Xiaolu and marveled at her senior brother:

"Senior brother, this little Taoist master is so powerful, that iron rod was bent by his kick."

The boy in white also nodded:

"This is a real martial arts master. It's exaggeratedly high. My brother never thought that there would be such a strong master in mortal martial arts. It's really like hiding tigers and leopards in the mountains and unicorns in the fields."

"Let's go, accompany senior brother to get to know the Taoist priest."

At this time, Lin Xiaolu, who had taught the burly man a lesson, was buying roasted sweet potatoes on the side of the road.

After seeing his chivalrous behavior just now, the stall owner selling roasted sweet potatoes directly smiled and said that he would not charge him money, and said that if he wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes in the future, he could come to him.

Being so polite made Lin Xiaolu blush a little. I don't know if the stall owner would be so polite after knowing how much he eats.

"Daozhang, good skill!"

Lin Xiaolu was eating delicious roasted sweet potatoes when he suddenly heard a voice behind him, turned his head and saw two young men in white clothes with long swords on their backs.

Lin Xiaolu, who was still stuffed with sweet potatoes when he heard these two people praise him for his good skills, responded with three words in a calm manner:

"I know."

The young man in white choked when he heard the words, hesitated for a while and continued to laugh: "Tan Songlei, a disciple in Xiashu Mountain, saw that the Taoist priest has extraordinary skills and a chivalrous heart, so he wants to make friends with the Taoist priest."

The girl in white at the side also looked at Lin Xiaolu curiously, then waved her hand and said with a smile: "My name is asparagus bamboo, you can just call me bamboo."

Lin Xiaolu held the roasted sweet potato in his hand, looked at the two of them curiously, and let out a long "Oh~".

"Are you two from Shushan?"

Tan Songlei smiled: "Exactly."

Lin Xiaolu still had sweet potatoes stuffed in his mouth, and said somewhat vaguely: "My boss is Li Mingru."

Tan Songlei:? ? ?

asparagus:? ? ?

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In the afternoon, in a certain teahouse, Lin Xiaolu was eating steamed buns, and the steamer drawers in front of him were piled up high.

In front of him were Tan Songlei and Asparagus who were completely shocked by his appetite.

"So you two haven't even heard the name of my boss?" Lin Xiaolu said with puffed cheeks while stuffing the steamed buns into his mouth:

"You two are too ignorant, and all my friends know it."

"your friend?"

"Yes, I live in the Yuelai Inn on the East Street." Lin Xiaolu said while eating: "We are going to a place called Wuxin Temple, and then stop here for a day, and continue on the road tomorrow. Pay attention, I just sneaked out for a run."

Tan Songlei nodded his head when he heard the words, and asparagus next to him asked Lin Xiaolu curiously:

"Are you really a monk from Emei? But I don't think you know any spiritual skills."

"Of course it is." Lin Xiaolu rolled his eyes at the girl, and snorted, "I am a martial artist, which is different from your immortal cultivators, but I am indeed from Emei."

"Oh? Then we can be regarded as friends of the orthodox sect." Tan Songlei asked with a smile: "Brother Xiaolu, I think you are not very old, will you also participate in the Huangtian Mirage in three years' time?"

"Definitely."

Lin Xiaolu took it for granted, and asked the shop assistant for another drawer of steamed buns.

"My junior sister and I will also participate, and then we will be rivals." Tan Songlei laughed.

"Okay, then I'll hit you more lightly." Lin Xiaolu said very seriously, he felt that the pair of senior brothers and sisters in front of him were not bad, they were pretty good people, and they were only a little older than himself.

After hearing Lin Xiaolu's words, Tan Songlei was also a little unconvinced. After all, he was a teenager at heart, so he folded his arms and said arrogantly: "Although brother Xiaolu's kung fu is very good, I am not bad. Among our peers in Shushan, I am the number one swordsman."

"That's right, my senior brother is very strong." Wenzhu echoed proudly: "My senior brother is already at the third level of Qi Condensation, and he defeated all his peers in the Zongmen Grand Competition."

Lin Xiaolu heard Tan Songlei carefully, then shook his head and said: "No, you are worse than Chen Nianyun."

"Chen Nianyun?"

"En." Lin Xiaolu nodded solemnly and said, "Your cultivation level seems to be similar to that of my adopted son Chen Nianyun, but it still feels worse."

"You really know how to brag." The white-clothed girl Wenzhu suddenly became unhappy, and said angrily, "You have a son at a young age, and you can't even cultivate immortality, yet you dare to judge immortal cultivators."

"It's different." Lin Xiaolu explained very seriously: "Whether one is strong or not depends not only on one's cultivation, I didn't understand it at first, but I understood it when I got to know Wugou.

Wugou is my good friend, a young monk, his cultivation level is very low, only the second level of condensate, but this is because he spends most of his time studying Buddhism every day. "

"What's the use of studying Buddhism?" Tan Songlei asked with some incomprehension.

"Everyone has more than one kind of talent." Lin Xiaolu held two soup dumplings in both hands, took a bite from the left and the right, and said with a smile at the same time: "You know that in the later stage of cultivation, there will be such a saying as a demon?"

Tan Songlei and Wenzhu nodded at the same time.

"One of the secondary reasons for Wugou's practice of Buddhism is that he puts his state of mind cultivation first, so that it will be much easier than other monks to overcome the demons in the later stage."

Having stayed with Wugou for a long time, Lin Xiaolu now understands things like Buddhism and state of mind better, so he explained to the two of them: "A powerful monk, or warrior, is definitely not only strong in cultivation."

"But the Wugou you mentioned, how does he know that he will definitely reach the level of crossing the heart demon?" Wen Zhu was puzzled: "After all, crossing the heart demon requires a very high level to cross, then If he can't practice until that time, isn't it a waste of time?"

Hearing this question, Lin Xiaolu smiled and asked back: "If you don't believe that you will become a powerful monk, if you don't believe that you will reach the step of crossing the demons, then why are you cultivating immortals?"

Asparagus choked, unable to answer.

"Although I don't know much about cultivating immortals, I know that if a person wants to do something well, he must first have confidence in himself.

Moreover, studying Buddhism is a Wugou hobby and belief, just like my adopted son Chen Nianyun, he has the obsession to become the best in the world, but you don't, so I think you are not as good as him. "

Lin Xiaolu looked at Tan Songlei and said, "Perhaps you two are similar in strength, but your state of mind is not enough, so you need to practice more."

The boy in white pursed his lips when he heard the words, and said nothing, while the asparagus next to him continued to look at Lin Xiaolu.

"You speak clearly and logically, so how is your state of mind?"

Lin Xiaolu was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the still unconvinced girl in front of him, and showed a kind smile:

"My state of mind... I am afraid of myself."

After eating and drinking enough, Lin Xiaolu said goodbye to Tan Songlei and Wenzhu, the brothers and sisters, and made an appointment to play in the street together in the evening, and then prepared to go back to the inn alone.

Now Jiang Ning doesn't let himself and Wugou go to the brothel, he goes there secretly, and then brings Tan Songlei there at night, let this disciple of Shushan see the world, shake the foundation of Shushan's future, hohohohoho~

At the time of application, Lin Xiaolu, who left the teahouse, went to buy another roasted sweet potato, and walked towards the inn while eating.

The roasted sweet potatoes here are really delicious, soft, glutinous and sweet, one can't be enough, Lin Xiaolu walked while eating, with a few orange sweet potato residues on the corners of his mouth, and just as he walked to the door of the inn, he heard a voice coming from inside. There was a loud noise.

"Shangguan Pomegranate! You bully the duck too much! I, Shuai Shuaiya, will fight with you today!"

"Heh, little duck, your boss is not here, this lady will teach you today what it means to be low-key!"