The villain's national teacher always teases me

"Tianyuan Cultivation History" records that Taoist ancestors lost their cultivation bases to make up for Junlin's mistakes, but there is no record of Junlin's whereabouts.

Even Lang Zi has never heard of the ending of King's Landing in the legends and documents heard by the people.

Since ancient times, the villain has been praised for being punished, but now there is no news about him, which is really counterintuitive.

Lang Zi boldly guessed that King's Landing is still alive!

It's even possible that he still has a bottomless influence, big enough to erase the traces of other people's existence.

Yes, Lang Zi believed that it was Junlin who erased the existence of the national teacher.

Otherwise, in places other than the Chengxian School, how could no one know that Wumu Daozu had an apprentice named Ai Xiang?

Lang Zi was filled with righteous indignation, and he didn't believe that much in the "Secrets of Daomen" that was rewarded by the system in his opponent's hand.

The cheating of the system is not once or twice, who knows where it picked up the wild rumors.

Tinted glasses are difficult to take off once put on.

Lang Zi flipped through the pages of the book like a horse on a horse.

Tsk, is Chu Hansheng ranked among the top five talents in the history of Chengxian School?

Heh, Elder Mianbei seems to have a crush on the sword fairy brother who has already ascended?

Tch, the former leader of Discipline Peak, Elder Hong Luo, has the tendency of domestic violence and hanged a Taoist couple upside down for three months?

Ha, Tianyuan Chuangshishen (Tiandao) ever suffered from depression and sat on the sidelines before the emperor of heaven came to destroy the world?

Whole bullshit.

Lang Zi angrily threw this torn book into Najie, and deeply felt that he had failed in his mission.

The system refused to admit it: "Everything written in this book is really good!"

I believe you have ghosts.You're stingy and you've come up with new tricks, right?

He didn't bother to argue with the system, and he couldn't care about the result anyway.

Ask directly: "I'm ready to do the task, is there no classics and materials for me to learn?"

Regarding Taoist techniques, everything Lang Zi knew came from the two books given to him by the national teacher before, one was about enlightenment and the other was sword formulas.I privately thought that all spells were learned in this way.

The system refers to Luyuanzhou Pavilion.

"It's not just teaching methods, there are all kinds of courses and everything, the host can take a look at it?"

It happened that Lang Zi also planned to go out for a stroll. After packing up some snacks and thinking about it, he changed out of the eye-catching Jinxia robe and went straight to Yuanzhou Pavilion.

How to use each peak formation is recorded in the jade slips given by Mian Bei.Lang Zi made a formula based on the gourd painting, and arrived in front of Yuanzhou Pavilion not long after.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but he always feels that the Taoism in his body is running smoothly recently, and even the aura around him has become much stronger, and even turned into an invisible white mist in the Yufu, and the stars will fall like the moon. Hui Jian was wrapped tightly.

Yuanzhou Pavilion is called Pavilion, but it is actually a building with black tiles and green walls like Fanjie Academy. It is not located on Wufeng, but is built on the mountainside of Yuxu Mountain.

Yuxu Mountain is as high as ten thousand Renmin, and the sea of ​​clouds here is vast. Looking from a distance, Yuanzhou Pavilion is really like a flat boat in the boundless sea of ​​clouds, which lives up to its name.

According to the Jade Slips, the courses in Yuanzhou Pavilion are divided into elementary, middle and advanced levels according to the cultivation level of the disciples, and each level is divided into small classes such as A, B, C and D according to the number of students in each stage.Lang Zi's understanding of his state is still at the level of entering the Tao, and he knows that he knows too little about the common sense of cultivation, so he consciously decided to go to Class A of the junior disciples to listen.

It's not hard to find, the elementary class is on the outermost floor, and the A class is the first room along the wall.

Hanging on his waist is the national teacher's breath-holding jade, and it is difficult for others to notice him unless they concentrate on looking at it.Even if you look at his face deliberately, after reading it, you will only feel ordinary and forget it in a blink of an eye, and you can't get a glimpse of his true face.

After the lunch break, the disciples walked into the classroom in twos and threes, but they didn't notice that there was an old ancestor in the back row.

Lang Zi looked around curiously while nibbling on the Bixia fruit.

Most of the disciples wore gray-white and blue-white standard taoist robes, but there was a little one in the first row who wore purple and white, and there were a few others who were dressed differently.

Not seeing the teaching elders, everyone is very relaxed, some gossiping, some playing, and some reading.

Except that the decoration is more simple and the people in the class are special, it is no different from the modern university classroom.

Oh, the lessons taught are different.Lang Zi glimpsed the pages of the book that the disciples in the front row were reading and silently added a sentence.

You don't teach how to set fire to a house in college.

Lang Zi poked the disciple's shoulder: "This fellow Taoist, can you lend me the book?"

The disciple looked back for a long time before finding him.He didn't recognize Lang Zi's appearance, and seeing that he didn't look like a disciple in his sect, he just thought he was sent to study by other sects, so he smiled friendly immediately.

"Fellow Taoist, is the Wangwu faction or the Fubao faction? Well, it seems that only the Wangwu faction dresses more casually and is rude. When we met for the first time, I'm the Wanshang of Shengling Peak, under Elder Yihai's sect."

Elder Yi Hai is the He Hai whom Lang Zi met in the inn before entering the mountain.

Lang Zi blinked: "At night? Then you also carry a lantern when you go out during the day?"

The disciple laughed loudly, probably after explaining it many times, he didn't take it seriously and said, "It's the respected Shang. Daoist friend, you just arrived and haven't received your books yet?"

Lang Zi nodded, but the letter did not say that he had to pick up the book before class.

His new friend is very generous and volunteers to take him there.

"The first class in the afternoon is my master's. It doesn't matter. He will always oversleep. Even if he comes, he will doze off on it." Wanshang said.

Lang Zi has a deep understanding.

The round trip from the classroom door to the book reception was only a few hundred meters long, and Wan Shang lost Lang Zi four times in a daze.He only thought that he was a Taoist cultivator and was confused. There was nothing he could do, so he tugged on Lang Zi's sleeve and brought him back to the classroom smoothly.

Lang Zi glanced at the contents of the thick stack of books, and cursed the system in his heart.

Sure enough, those rewards were obtained from everywhere. There is a book in the textbook called "The History of Tianyuan Cultivation". No wonder the first side mission is so easy.

The panting Wan Shang who was looking for someone lay down on the table and said, "Haven't you asked your fellow Taoists to address you? I heard that your Wangwu Sect doesn't assign Taoist names according to seniority? Sigh, I really envy you."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and couldn't find Lang Zi.

Lang Zi was speechless, and silently poked the back of his head on the other side.

Wan Shang was very embarrassed: "I'm just kidding, I followed Master to practice the Dream Dao, and I often fell into a coma, fellow Daoists, don't blame me."

Lang Zi knew that he couldn't be blamed, but he didn't want to expose his identity directly and attract people from the whole classroom to watch. The Qixi jade could never be picked, so he directly reported his name: "My name is Lang Zi."

Wan Shang clasped her palms together and laughed heartily: "We should be destined to be friends. Isn't Ye Ye and the prodigal son a perfect match?"

Lang Zi: ...

You are the prodigal son!I'm an innocent boy, okay?

The two were talking, when the chaotic classroom suddenly fell silent.

It was He Hai who came in yawning.

He Hai scanned the classroom, his eyes stopped when he touched the place where Lang Zi was sitting, and he frowned slightly as if he was confused.I was too lazy to think about it, knocked on the table and said: "You all review the spiritual guidance class by yourself, just don't forget, there are only three days left for the exam."

After all, I fell asleep on the table.

After another cup of tea, the disciples knew that he would never wake up again, and they should still be noisy, even more noisy than before He Hai came in.

The blue and white disciples in the front row of Lang Zi turned around and talked to Wan Shang.He has a fair complexion, round eyes and a round face. He looks no more than sixteen or seventeen years old at most, which is very pleasing.

"Ah Shang, did you see the ancestor clearly at noon!" The voice was also crisp.

Listening to him gossip about himself, Lang Zi couldn't help but look away from the book.

This spirit guide book is really interesting. It says that all things have spirits, and they can all be driven by monks. If you study hard, maybe he can really make Luohuijian further enlightened and give birth to a sword spirit entity.

But books, you can read them anytime, but you can't hear your own gossip all the time.

Wan Shang sighed: "Junior Brother Wan Fan, although I am standing closer to the front, I am also outside the hall, and it is still too far away. But Senior Brother Mu Liu is in the hall, so I might not be able to see clearly."

Wan Fan's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he looked around for something convenient, picked up a bald writing brush and threw it in the front row.

It hit the back of the head of the little purple and white guy in the first row.

The little boy was dozing off, but when he was hit on the head, he immediately jumped up and turned his head viciously.

Lang Zi is happy, he is also an acquaintance, He Hai's son who likes to doze off and speak vulgar words, He Muliu.

"Senior Brother Mu Liu!" Wan Fan excitedly waved at him, "Come quickly."

He Muliu walked over slowly, sat next to him, and with drooping eyelids, said fiercely: "Brother, if you have nothing serious, brother will kill you!"

Wan Fan was not afraid, and rubbed his head with a smile: "Little brother, don't be so fierce."

He Muliu slapped his hand off, puffed his cheeks and shouted, "Don't call me little brother! I'll be 17 after the Chinese New Year!"

Wan Shang also laughed: "Who made the little senior brother so talented that he became a Taoist at the age of nine. With this appearance, everyone has to be called the little senior brother."

He Muliu became angrier when he heard this.

He was young at the time, and was lied to by the master master, saying that the sooner he enters the Tao, the greater the benefits, so he entered the Tao in a daze, and he didn't know until his mother cried and hugged him after the thunder struck him. Never grow up again.

Unless the gods take action and use the power of the common people to help him reshape the Tao body.

Shenjun Hongchen and his parents were good friends during the calamity, so they agreed, but this trip is a bit dangerous, and the subject will be in danger of dying if the mind is not strong, because he is young and has not experienced many human affairs, Liu Shaoyue Life and death do not agree.

Recalling the past two years when his younger brother had started flirting with his childhood sweethearts, He Muliu wanted to grit his silver teeth.

It was the first time Lang Zi heard that one's appearance could not be changed after entering Taoism, and couldn't help but began to wander around the world, thinking about when the national teacher entered Taoism.

After pondering for a long time, I couldn't figure out anything.

Due to the temperament of the national teacher, he looked like an old fox at first glance.The appearance is very good, but it is possible to say that it is a mature young man or a young middle-aged man.

He didn't worry about it, he just waited for the national teacher to come back and ask, and listened attentively to what they had to say.

Wan Fan finally turned to the main topic: "Brother Mu Liu, did you look at the face of the ancestor today? How does he look?"

He Muliu shuddered suddenly when he heard him ask the patriarch.

Others don't know the identities of Lang Zi and the national teacher, but he does.Living in Ebony Village as a child, he was often intimidated by King's Landing.But Jun Lin lied to him that he had made an oath, and he never dared to spread it to the outside world.

If the oath is fulfilled, don't talk about Changgao marrying a wife, whether there is reincarnation or not.

Knowing that Jun Lin couldn't be nearby, He Muliu still sneakily looked around, beckoned them to come closer, and whispered: "Listen to senior brother's advice, don't talk about Patriarch anymore."

Wan Shang scratched his head, Wan Fan was puzzled, Lang Zi raised his eyebrows too.

"Why? Could it be that the ancestor has a hideous face and a worse temper than Elder Mianbei?"

He Muliu quickly covered Wan Fan's mouth.

"Junior brother, remember! Misfortune comes out of your mouth!" He laughed a few times to hide it, and raised his head and shouted to whom he did not know: "The ancestor has a peerless face, unparalleled talent, unparalleled cultivation, and is the number one in my school. A role model! I, He Muliu, admire the ancestors the most!"

Lang Zi: ...

He couldn't help commenting in his heart that this kid's rainbow fart skills were comparable to those of the people of Dayu.

The effect of making people feel good is equal.

He Muliu yelled a little loudly, and when he lowered his head again, all the brothers, sisters, nephews around him stared at him.

He blushed and poked his neck and said: "The ancestor is so good!"

clap clap.

There were sparse and inexplicable applause from all around.

Wan Fan confirmed again and again: "You really look good? Not old at all?"

He Muliu nodded heavily.

Wan Fan cheered, jumped over the table and rushed to a young disciple in red in the front row, and said cheerfully: "Le Ni! I won! I sent the ancestor to be a good-looking young man, pay the spirit stone!"

Following several disciples also rushed over, this one shouted "Lingshi", and the other shouted "Give money".

That disciple stood up and stepped on the table with one leg, condescendingly looking down at everyone, she was actually a pretty little girl.

The little girl wiped her nose and snorted coldly: "I, Wangwu Pai Leren, haven't lost a bet since inheriting the mantle of Master! Did you guys ask how is Ai Xiang?"

The crowd was speechless.

The gamble is two people, and the other one really didn't ask, but if you want to come to apprentice to follow the master, it shouldn't be bad?

They couldn't help but look at He Muliu one by one.

He Muliu didn't have the slightest affection for Jun Lin, as long as he wasn't in front of Jun Lin, he never had anything nice to say.

——Anyway, there are many people who scold Junlin behind their backs, and there is no shortage of him.

He Muliu: "Abominable appearance! Domineering and domineering! One of the worst in history! The only thing my ancestor did wrong in his life was to be his master!"

Disciples: ...Little Martial Uncle/Brother, please stop talking, we will lose everything.

Le Ni smiled triumphantly: "Well, let me say that I have never lost!"

Wan Fannen: "Then we're half right, right?"

Le Ni: "Half the banker takes all the winners and losers! Don't you understand this rule?"

They were still arguing, but no one noticed that a person in the back row of the classroom slowly eased off the jade pendant around his waist with a cold face.

Lang Zi walked around the desk, and effortlessly picked up the back collar of He Muliu who was watching a play.

Ask word by word: "Child, who do you say is face, eye, cute, hate, history, best, worst, and worst?"

He Muliu: "I said Ai Xiang doesn't care about your fart... Oh my god, ancestor??"

"Old Ancestor???"

The disciples in the whole classroom went crazy with fright.

Lang Zi bared his teeth and looked at him coldly: "It's useless to call him mother? It's useless to call him grandpa!"

He Muliu wanted to escape, but he struggled for a long time, but he couldn't break free.

Lang Zi was really angry.

No one can speak ill of the national teacher except him, but he is a pro-disciple who knelt down to him twice!

Immediately, he pressed He Muliu on the table, copied the book and beat his ass cracklingly.

Beat and scold.

"Amazing! This is how my Chengxian sect disciples slander others behind their backs?!"

"I'm not willing to scold my apprentice! You little bastard!"

"Grandfather, grandpa will teach you a good lesson for your father today!"

The angry Daozu is really scary, he is almost catching up with King's Landing!He Muliu managed to get his hands free, and waved them towards the head, crying and screaming.

"Woooo dad! Save me, dad! I'm going to be beaten to death by the ancestor! Oh, dad, wake up!"

His father snored loudly, tilted his head, and continued to sleep on the other side.

Didn't hear it at all.

He Muliu howled even more fiercely.

The onlookers watched with horror.

Although they didn't take part when the junior uncle/brother said bad things about Patriarch Ai Xiang, they listened!Looking at the posture of the ancestor, there is no guarantee that Chi Yu will not be harmed!

Counting on Elder Yihai?Farewell, he won't wake up even if Yuxu Mountain collapses, and his own son is about to be beaten into a meat ball without seeing it!

And what's the use of waking up, seniority overwhelms people, can he still stop the ancestor...

The disciples who had watched the play before wanted to escape, but they didn't dare to be the first ones. They looked at each other and stared at each other for a while, but no one moved first.

Fan was the smartest among them, he made a hand gesture and then tilted his head towards the door: The law does not blame everyone, let's evacuate slowly together?

Everyone reached an agreement, held hands, and quietly moved towards the door step by step.

They were still a foot away from the door, and they were about to escape, but a trembling question suddenly sounded from behind them.

"What are you doing?"

All the disciples immediately turned around, pointed at Wan Fan with dozens of fingers, and said in unison: "To the ancestor, it was Wan Fan's uncle/brother's idea!"

The second rule of the door: In case of disaster, life-saving is the top priority.

Wan Fan:? ? ?

I'm not the boss!What are you doing to me!

Lang Zi was baffled by them.

He beat He Muliu, and the fire broke out, of course he didn't embarrass the others, he called them just out of curiosity.

Anyone who sees a row of people moving like snails can't help asking a question, right?

"I have a bottle of healing medicine here, who will take He Muliu to find a secluded place for treatment?" Lang Zi scratched his head and said.

In fact, he also regretted the beating. Although he knew that He Muliu was seventeen, he was still a child, and Lang Zi always felt that he was bullying the weak, so he took the healing medicine prepared by the national teacher.

But he will never apologize, what if other people follow suit and scold the national teacher behind his back.

He Muliu didn't want to blame him, so he lay down on the spot and said, "The ancestor taught me the right thing, Mu Liu will never dare again. Don't worry, the ancestor, it's all flesh and blood wounds. Mu Liu will heal after adjusting his breath for a while."

His small face was wrinkled into a ball, he was obviously wronged but he still held on.

So cute?Lang Zi clicked his tongue in amazement, thinking of his mother's fiery temper, he thought that the child must be used to being beaten, stuffed the medicine bottle into his arms, and winked at Wan Shang, who had never moved.

Wanshang had no choice but to help her "new friend" with a long history fulfill his wish, and left with his little brother in his arms.

From far away, everyone could still hear He Muliu baring his teeth and screaming for pain.

Dare to move?

Dare not dare.

But there was one who was not afraid of death and waited for a long time, and finally waited for Lang Zi to finish, and rushed forward in a hurry.

Le Ni turned his face up and couldn't hide his excitement, and he clenched his small fist holding the dice tightly: "You are the ancestor of the Chengxian School?!"

Lang Zi nodded in embarrassment.

Although the name is not true, it is true.

Le Ni was so happy that he couldn't stand anymore: "You really are so young! Come on! Take a gamble!"

Lang Zi looked down at the little girl who only reached his chest, and remained silent.

...You say again that I am young?

Le Ni thought that he was unwilling, and hurriedly explained the reason in detail: "My ancestor, my master has never failed to gamble all over Wangwushan. But 50 years ago, I lost to the disciples of your sect in this room. It was a pity in my life. Later, my master found out that that disciple was a man of great fortune, and he often sighed with me these years. To avenge my master!"

She clasped her fists in both hands, assuming a posture of begging for advice, her eyes were determined, as if she would not give up until she reached her goal.

The national teacher said that the power of merit can be converted into luck, but Lang Zi's merit is hidden in the soul, and only a very few people can see it.Lang Zi was amazed that such a young girl was among the very few people, and couldn't help being eager to try.

But the logic doesn't make sense.

"If your master loses, you can find him to win back. What's the matter if you seek revenge from me?" Lang Zi asked. "Could it be that disciple..."

Fallen?

The little girl was on the verge of crying: "That disciple... is the God Sovereign who has endured calamities."

Lang Zi: ...It is true that there is no chance to win it back, no wonder they are looking for other people from the Chengxian faction to settle accounts.

He nodded immediately: "How do you want to bet? Let me tell you first, I am very poor, but I don't have any magic weapon to win the lottery."

Le Ni: "It's okay, just bet on the size of the simplest dice! If you lose the account, there is no limit to the date of return, and it will be successful for thousands of years. I lose and give you the ready-made spirit stone!"

After finishing speaking, he shook the ring in his hand, and yelled at the other Chengxian sect disciples behind him: "Are you coming? There are so many people, the highest point takes all!"

Everyone looked at Lang Zi.

Judging from the current situation, they should be fine, but they don't know if this fierce ancestor will be like Elder Mianbei, who hates disciple Ju-gambling.

Lang, who had no sense of his ancestors, and Zi also hurriedly greeted them: "Let's go together! It's so boring to play with just two people!"

The disciples howled happily twice, and the atmosphere became more lively for a while.

Just in case, two disciples who were proficient in talisman formations set up a simple soundproof formation around He Hai, while the other disciples quickly moved their desks to join them in the middle of the room.There are also some disciples who are busy preparing for the upcoming exams and don't want to join in the crowd, shrinking to a corner to study, but can't help but look into it every once in a while.

There were a total of 23 participants. Le Ni set the rules, with [-] rounds as the record, and the one who won the most rounds at the end was the final winner.At the same time, if the same person wins in a row, the bet will be doubled. Once everyone participates, they cannot withdraw.

Seeing how confident she looked, Lang Zi couldn't help but guess that this girl was planning to smack Yuxu Mountain all at once by relying on her superb gambling skills.

He wasn't afraid, anyway, he didn't have to rush to pay back how much he owed, it was no different from not owed.

The disciples discussed a few words and agreed to this rule after checking the dice.

Everyone thought, no matter how powerful the gambling skills or luck is, it won't mean that no one else has a chance to win once, right?And with a total of 23 people, the probability of winning in a row is even smaller.

You only need to pay one spirit stone once you lose, and you can get 22 spirit stones back once you win!A lot of money, not playing is a fool.

Before the table, everyone was in high spirits, thinking that they were about to become the one to kill the Quartet, no matter how bad it was, it was always possible to win once.

Less than one stick of incense, everyone wanted to bury their heads under the table and cry.

Including Le Ni.

There has always been a terrifying rumor in Yuanzhou Pavilion, and all the disciples laughed it off from word of mouth, thinking it was made up by Uncle Mianbei to scare them.

It is said that many years ago, when the exam was approaching, a group of disciples gathered together to gamble for money.Until now, there are still elders of the Qin generation who are unable to hire Taoist companions because they have to save money to pay off their debts.

Today, the ancestor proved with his luck that the rumors are very likely to be true.

"It's 666 again..." Lang Zi rubbed his nose embarrassedly.

All the disciples want to cry but have no tears.

This is already the 17th time that the ancestor No. has won consecutively.

Don't talk about continuing, as far as the spirit stones that have to be paid up to now, you can't afford to sell them!

Le Ni's lips were even paler, with a look of despair on his face.

Oh my god, what did I do, I lost Master's face again woohoo.

My God, the disciple knows his mistake, please send someone to persuade the ancestor to go back!The disciples roared wildly in their hearts.

It seemed that the gods answered their prayers, and soon, there was a familiar sound of footsteps approaching.

Elder Mian Bei showed half of his face from outside the door, and after only one glance, he was full of anger and shouted loudly: "What are you doing!"

Don't be shy!How dare you gamble openly in Yuanzhou Pavilion!

"Where's Yihai? How did you take the class?"

Yi Hai couldn't hear, Yi Hai was still snoring.

Mian Bei had no choice but to turn his attention to the disciples who violated the precepts.

"Who is the leader! Come out to me! If I don't knock you down Daogen and drive you out of the sect, then..."

The disciples retreated to the sides, silently exposing Patriarch Lang Zi who was happily counting pennies beside Lingshi Hill.

"...Just give you my greetings?" Mian Bei abruptly turned around, her face flushed from holding back, "This junior has seen the ancestor!"

Lang Zi: Well, no, I won't be beaten, right?Hey, Yaowan, I'm just a nominal ancestor, I can't beat the real grand elder!

Of course Mian Bei couldn't beat Lang Zi, he hadn't learned the Tao yet, and he wasn't tired of living yet.

Can't beat it either.

Some people are angry, but they dare not lose their temper.Or rather, unwilling.

He spent a lot of effort to appease the disciples, and coaxed Lang Zi out of the Yuanzhou Pavilion.

"Old Ancestor, what are you doing there?" Mian Bei asked bitterly.

Tell me quickly, I really want to find a way to satisfy you, so don't go there in the future.It is a trivial matter to lead a disciple badly, but what to do if you are led badly!

On the steps outside Yuanzhou Pavilion, Lang Zi lowered his head: "Don't blame me, elder, I want to learn some spells. I accidentally started having fun, so that the place where I study is full of smoke. Lang Zi is really ashamed."

On weekdays, he used this appearance to trick Emperor Yu into softening his heart and escape countless lessons.

Lang Zi pondered, if Elder Mian Bei said, he should more or less take this trick, right?

In case the national teacher hadn't returned and he was expelled from the sect, wouldn't it even bring his face into disgrace?Since there is no other way, it is understandable to think of change if you are poor.

Mianbei is simply too much to eat.

Who is Daozu?How bold is the sword to cut the world!Except for the deep-minded Emperor Junlin, no one in Tianyuan has ever been able to wrong him.Now it's just one reincarnation, even to learn some magic techniques, you have to sneak among the disciples, but you have to be so humble when you lose your temper, how sad, how lamentable?

Daozu is the glory and pride of Chengxian School!No one can tarnish or lose an inch!

The elder Mianbei, who has always been known to be strict and never gave anyone face, is hot-blooded, so he almost beat himself up to relieve Lang Zi's anger.

"What do you want to learn, old ancestor? Can this junior teach you?" Elder Mianbei burst into tears, "If you think this junior is not good enough, then this junior will send a letter to the Emperor of Heaven to let him teach you in person?"

Lang Zi: ...

Lang Zi quietly wiped his sweat, is he acting too much or Elder Mianbei is too easily moved?

"That's unnecessary..." Lang Zi coughed, learning a few spells, it doesn't take a big wrist like the Emperor of Heaven, even if Yuanzhou Pavilion can't stay, he can still learn by himself.

Elder Mian Bei disagreed.

He took out the sound-transmitting jade talisman and made a formula in his hand. He did not know how many messages were passed on. After a while, several figures flew from the Yuanzhou Pavilion behind them, all of them were elders and heads in black and white robes.

Mian Bei folded his hands and closed his eyes, and said very solemnly: "The ancestor wants to learn the Dharma, but it is not appropriate to practice with other disciples after all. Is there any one of you who is willing to help?"

The elders looked at each other, entangled.

A few days ago, Daozu's epiphany lifted half of the mountain top, and the mountain protection array has not been repaired yet.

But, this is Daozu.If the Chengxian Sect couldn't even meet such a small request as Daozu's, how could they, disciples and grandchildren, have the face to gain a foothold in Daoism?

Elder Moutong stood up first, saluted and said, "Master Uncle, who did you ask about this matter?"

Mian Bei: ...No, I forgot when I got excited.

His heart turned like electricity, and he said tactfully: "Why don't you all discuss a plan first, and I will take the ancestor around first?"

"Very good, very good."

The elders stayed to discuss, while Mian Bei led Lang Zi to go elsewhere.

"It's really the negligence of the younger generation. The ancestor returned to the mountain for a few days and never showed you the scenery of Yuxu Mountain." Mian Bei apologized deeply.

It's not that he was negligent, it's just that the king was here a few days ago, they couldn't get close to Daozu rashly.

Lang Zi had no way of knowing, he only thought that they were busy with their affairs, and he didn't feel that he was being slighted.As a nominal elder, he took advantage of the Chengxian sect.So the smile is friendly and sincere.

"I don't know where the ancestor wants to go?" Mian Bei asked.

Lang Zi thought for a while, he remembered that it was introduced in the textbook of the history of comprehension that the Chengxian sect has a very interesting trial path, not only there are various strange small secret realms, but also a cloud-climbing ladder that contains three thousand Taoist meanings, among which treasures There are many, and those who are destined can get it.But there is no record of its location in the jade slips, so it's just right for Mian Bei to lead her there.

He spoke the request.

"What's so difficult about it?" Mian Bei quietly let out a sigh of relief, with a brighter smile on her face.

As long as Daozu doesn't go to places with many people, everything is easy to talk about, so it's nothing to make an exception and open the trial passage for him.

He started to draw a formation in the air, and then threw the Dao talisman seal. After a while, there was an additional golden token in the formation.

It was Chu Hansheng's head order.

With the order of the head of Yuxu Mountain in hand, he can go anywhere.With a slight movement of her thoughts, Mian Bei brought Lang Zi to the entrance of the trial passage.

This place is very close to the foot of the mountain, when Lang Zi turned his head, he could vaguely see the stone tablet at the entrance of Wumu Village.

He suddenly thought of Chu Xiaoji who they had forgotten in the village.

Lang Zi wanted to visit him, but he promised the national teacher that he would not leave the mountain for a few days, so he had to give up temporarily.

"Does the ancestor want to experience it by himself, or let the younger generation accompany him?" Mian asked in a sad and warm voice.

Lang Zi felt that he had troubled him enough, so he didn't have the nerve to let him accompany him, so he said, "Elder, go and do your work, I'll take a stroll by myself."

Mian sadly nodded, handed the token in his hand to him, and said: "There is no danger to the ancestor in the secret realm, but some difficulties are difficult to break. If the ancestor is exhausted, enter the spiritual energy into the spirit card to teleport to the mountain anywhere."

Lang Zi didn't know what the token represented, so Mian sadly gave it to him, and he accepted it.

"After the elders have discussed how to help the ancestor learn the law, the younger generation will go to Zhijian Peak to report to the ancestor."

After watching Mianbei leave, Lang Zi clutched the token tightly and stepped into the trial passage impatiently.

The first pass of the trial passage is the Dao of All Beings, which consists of ninety-nine and 81 small secret realms.It is said that if you are lucky, you can enter the blissful dream for half a day, but if you are unlucky, you can only walk in the mountains of swords and seas of fire.

Lang Zi was skeptical about luck, but the experience of winning the dice more than a dozen times in a row just now made him a lot more certain.

After a whirlwind, Lang Zi kept his feet on the ground and frowned slightly.

This place is endlessly dark, not the path of bliss.The sky was gray, and the land was barren and scorched, with nothing but rocks as far as the eyes could see.

If he hadn't faintly felt the intimacy emanating from the secret realm, Lang Zi would have already returned home.

——Those stones are square and square, like tombstones.

He tentatively took a few steps ahead.

The earth trembled, and countless translucent ghosts emerged from the stone.

Lang Zishun's wide eyes.

Intimate fart!This is the Nether Way!

Before he could scream, Lang Zi ran away.

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However, Mianbei sent Lang Zi to the place of trial, and felt relaxed.

Firstly, it does not violate the entrustment of King's Landing, secondly, there is no need to worry about Daozu making troubles, and thirdly, Daozu's wish is fulfilled, which can be said to kill three birds with one stone.

He hummed a little song and wandered back to Yuanzhou Pavilion.

As the sect with the most complete orthodoxy in the Taoist sect, the Chengxian Sect attaches great importance to inheritance. The elders of each peak have to take turns to teach at Yuanzhou Pavilion every other day, with only a very few exceptions.

——For example, Ning Shuyan, the master of the sword, easily hurts innocent people when his sword qi spreads out. For example, the master Chu Hansheng took his disciples to skip class and go outing again and again. go in.

They were all rejected by Yuanzhou Pavilion.

When Mian Bei returned to Yuanzhou Pavilion, the elders were still arguing endlessly.

Elder Miankai said: "The emperor means that it is enough for Daozu to stay in the mountains safely, and don't let him enter the country too quickly. But we can't let Daozu learn half-bakedly. What is this like?"

Elder Mianqing couldn't help sighing: "Thinking back in the past, the Daoist ancestor's sword shook the world, causing ghosts and gods to frighten, but now he looks like a child, it's really miserable."

"But the Taoist ancestor is extremely talented. If he knows more spells, he will inevitably draw inferences from one instance, and finally see the past like a demon king!" Elder Qin Ren argued vigorously.

Liu Shaoyue stood by him, but the reason was different: "The Taoist ancestor has only been in the Tao for a year, if he taught the magic all at once, it would be inappropriate, it would be easy to confuse the purpose and attract people to covet."

There are many evil cultivators who spy on other people's secret arts in the Taoist sect. When Lang Zi goes down the mountain, only Jun Lin is left by his side.She was still a little worried.

Elder Mouton shook her head slightly, and she spoke most pertinently among the people present: "All Taoism in the world comes from Taoist ancestors. We are not teaching, but returning. So, why don't you ask Taoist ancestors for their opinions?"

The elders deeply agree.

When they saw Mian Bei came back, Qi Qi looked behind him, but they didn't see Dao Zu after looking for a long time.

Mian explained sadly and cheerfully: "The Taoist ancestor wanted to play on the road of trials, so I left him there."? ? ?

The elders panicked.

"Although the ancestor has attained enlightenment, he can't even draw a fire talisman!"

"And he doesn't seem to have discovered his realm yet!"

"I heard from Qin Yuan that the ancestors are extremely afraid of ghosts in this life, so what if they enter the ghost road!"

"I will definitely enter the Nether Dao! Now that the Ultimate Bliss Dao has been abandoned, according to the luck of Dao Patriarch, I will definitely enter the Nether Dao!"

Mian Bei stretched out her hands and pressed them falsely, signaling them to be calm.

"Don't worry, I have handed over the head order to Daozu, and he can come out at any time."

Hearing what he said, the elders panicked even more.

Elder Miankai swallowed his saliva: "Senior brother...do you remember how many magic weapons the gods collected on the road of trials 50 years ago?"

How could Mian Bei, who is the great steward of Yuxu Mountain, forget?

At that time, Shenjun Hongchen was still a nine-year-old child, and he reincarnated with the Demon Lord to pluck the blissful land and ruined the third thousandth way of ascending the clouds. If he hadn't threatened him, he would have almost taken away the middle-grade spiritual weapon Huoyanhe up.

Elder Miankai cautiously reminded him: "A few days ago, only half of the hundreds of spirit swords I sent had to be returned. Now that the Taoist ancestor's head order is in hand, senior brother feels that this magic weapon on the road of trial can still be returned ?”

Mian sad:! ! !

Day, how did he forget this!

The whole road of trials was created by Daozu. I'm afraid that if he doesn't accept the magic weapon, the magic weapon will come out on its own.