The villain's national teacher always teases me

Wang Shanjiu had just returned from the Pangu Realm, and he had brought a letter from the god, and Lang Zi's lost soul had never been found, so the national teacher had to go to Kunlun in person to visit Qiguang Hall.

Unexpectedly, the moment he sat down, the restraint on Lang Zi's body was touched, and immediately after that, the restraint disappeared.

He feared that Lang Zi would be in danger, and it would happen in an instant.As soon as he came, he caught such a young man, not only belittling his Taoist companion, but also speaking rudely to him.

The national teacher's face is very exciting.

Lang Zi sat not far behind him, with the hem of his clothes hanging down against his, and smiled softly.His laughter was too light, mixed with the grunt of the carriage, it was undetectable and fleeting.

The national teacher stretched his eyebrows because of this, and no longer cares about the young man in front of him.

He turned his head and asked softly, "Does Your Majesty want to go for a walk?"

Lang Zi just came back from "walking" on the street, and realized that what the national teacher said must not be so simple, so he nodded slightly.

Then Ning Feiyu saw that two big living people disappeared from him in the blink of an eye.

He was both happy and angry at once.

Fortunately, there is no need to deal with the dreaded national teacher, but the anger is that this person left, but even His Majesty abducted him, it is really hateful.

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Lang Zi had never been to Kunlun Mountain, he had only heard about it in his scriptures, that the god lived in Qiguang Hall on top of Kunlun Mountain.When I really came here and saw this magnificent palace, I realized how lacking my imagination was.

Even in the daytime, the sky above the hall is full of rays of light, and every brick and tile is more exquisite and clear than the Luohui sword.Golden birds flew from one end to the other, singing loudly.Clusters of mulberry trees move without wind, and their emerald-like leaves reflect sparkling luster.

The man in white robe was sitting at the jade table in front of the hall, listening intently to what the boy in green robe beside him was saying.The man's face was very familiar to Lang Zi, his appearance was like a fine brush painting.

It is the god who I saw at the Xiyue Grand Ceremony.

No, not the gods, there is a subtle difference in temperament between the two.

Although Shenjun is gentle, he is far from being so easy-going.

"This is common people, the avatar of the gods." The national teacher introduced to him, "Now he sits here."

Lang Zi nodded, and approached with the national teacher, he was still hesitating whether to greet him, but the national teacher had already led him to sit down.

The little boy in Tsing Yi suddenly saw him, his eyes were bulging, and he looked at the national teacher in disbelief.

The national teacher had already sat down, and he glanced at him: "Are you finished?"

The little boy in Tsing Yi opened his mouth, then quickly closed it, nodding repeatedly.

"Let's go back then."

The little Tong Fei in Tsing Yi also ran away.

The common people found out early that he had brought Lang Zi here, and nodded slightly as a courtesy.

He raised his hand to add a teacup, brushed his sleeves, and there was another plate of pastries on the table.

Cang Sheng personally poured tea for Lang Zi: "Try this butterfly cake, Qingyun is a new learner, your Majesty may like it."

Since the plate of butterfly cakes appeared, Lang Zi never moved his eyes away.

The golden butterfly cakes are placed on a jade plate, exuding a light sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.Occasionally, snowflakes fall on it, blending with the fine sugar, making it difficult to distinguish the two phases.

He tasted it.Crunchy and crispy, exactly the same as those sold in bakeries in this world.

Cang Sheng sent the steaming teacup to his hand.

Lang Zi took another sip of tea.It is not spiritual tea, nor is it tribute tea that is often drunk in the palace.It is Longjing.

He suddenly raised his head and stared fixedly at the common people.

Cang Sheng had a gentle smile, without any flicker in his eyes, and said calmly: "This tea was brought back by the gods from another world a few years ago. It seems that His Majesty likes it very much?"

Lang Zi more than just like it.

Ever since he came to Tianyuan, he never dared to think that one day he would have the opportunity to taste the things of that world.

Something seemed to come out of his chest.Lang Zi wasn't sure if it was joy or not.

For so long, he has always associated Tianyuan with the games he used to play, treating it as an illusory world.He didn't know if he was in a dream or experiencing an unbelievable fantasy.

But today, the two things that appeared in front of him told him truly that this common man knew where he came from, and that this world existed at the same time as the place he came from.

Lang Zi turned to the national teacher, the national teacher kept looking at him, and when he saw him turn around, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Your Majesty said that you don't want to hide anything from me." The national teacher said, "I have thought about it for a long time, but I don't know where to start. It is better for the common people to tell you."

Lang Zi was a little dazzled by the huge amount of information.

According to what the national teacher said, the common people know everything related to him?

The national teacher himself knows?

But, but the system doesn't say...

Lang Zi's chest heaved violently due to excitement.

The national teacher held his hand, and did not shy away from it in front of the common people, and said affectionately: "I originally thought that if one day, this place was destroyed, I would prefer that your majesty return to the original place and continue to live, and only regard this place as an event. dream."

"I'm wrong, I can't do it."

"Because Your Majesty said he likes your Majesty. So, when he went to heaven and fell into the earth, he disappeared in ashes, and I don't want to let His Majesty go."

Lang Zi's hand was trembling slightly.

He wants to say, I never said I like you.

He also remembered that afternoon, when he made three chapters with the teacher in earnest words, saying that it was the first time he liked someone...

Lang Zi had many questions to ask, but the national teacher stood up, gave him a light kiss on the corner of the forehead, then turned and left.

"Your Majesty, I will avoid you first. If you need me, call me."

He walked extremely fast, and his back disappeared into the snow not long after.

Tuliu Lang Zi is here, feeling uneasy.

Lang Zi was a little flustered, at this moment he wanted to be accompanied by the national teacher, but the national teacher actually left.Although he said he needed him to call him, but at this time Lang Zi couldn't call him out.

"I think he's probably scared." Cang Sheng chuckled.

"Afraid?" Lang Zi didn't think that the national teacher would have the emotion of "fear".

Cang Sheng bent his eyes and nodded affirmatively, "Occasionally, I read the books in the Pangu world, and those Buddhist scriptures are very interesting. There is a saying in it that goes like this: from love comes sorrow, and from love comes fear. Fearless, but afraid that you hate him."

Lang Zi was at a loss.

Well done, why does he hate the national teacher?

Even if the national teacher has concealed many things from him, isn't he planning to confess, why can't he make it clear in person?

And... Pan Gu Realm?Do you mean the earth?

"Have you ever heard of King's Landing, Your Majesty?" Cang Sheng took a sip of tea.

Lang Zi nodded.Who hasn't heard of the Great Devil in King's Landing?Gui Mingxuan talked about him every now and then.

Cangsheng did not continue to tell King's Landing, but told a story first.

His voice was clear and clean, like Lingling spring water flowing over rocks, as comfortable as he made people feel.Lang Zi was fascinated when he heard this.

Cang Sheng said, ten thousand years ago, there was a master swordsman in the world who imitated the ancients to draw spiritual energy, and entered the Tao in a daze.

Lang Zi is very familiar with the beginning of the story. It is about the creation of Taoism by the ancestor of Wumu Taoism.

After that, he never heard of it.

Wumu Daozu got the promise of the way of heaven, and he has not yet attained the way, but he has lived as long as the sky.He wandered around Tianyuan all day in order to perfect the method of cultivation.

At that time, there were no demons in the world, and the monsters had not yet developed their wisdom. Tianyuan respected the human race, but mortals fought endlessly, especially Linguo.The monarch of Linguo has a violent temperament and has never treated the people kindly. The children of the royal family imitated their father, and they became more vicious and vicious one by one.

There is only one exception, that is the little prince of Linguo.The little prince of Linguo was born of a slave, and he already knew people's hearts at such a young age, even when his biological mother fed wild animals in front of him, he didn't change his expression.Only from then on, the little prince still flattered his father and brother on the surface, but secretly began to hide his strength and bide his time to accumulate strength, only to wait for revenge by bloodbath the palace in the future.

However, the little prince was too young to resist the ruthless fate. When he was 12 years old, he was trampled by his elder brother, and he passed by on a horse, and his death was imminent.It was on this day that Wumu Daozu passed by Linguo, saved his life, and accepted him as his only disciple.

Hearing this, Lang Zi frowned slightly.

Why do you say he is the only disciple?As far as he knew, Daozu should have two apprentices.

But Lang Zi didn't ask, Cang Sheng smiled and continued.

The little prince was burdened with a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, and became the first Taoist cultivator in the world to have a mutated Taoist root.He named himself Junlin, entered the world very quickly, became a Taoist in four years, became an immortal in another ten years, and won the position of Emperor of Heaven.Junlin has guarded the heaven and stability for five thousand years, and the battle between immortals and demons started. During the battle, he glimpsed the anomalies of heaven and earth, and broke the connection between heaven and ebony. Make up for the missing corner of the world.

The common people looked at Lang Zi deeply, and they didn't worry at all whether exposing the truth in Kunlun Mountain would cause disaster.

"Nurser Junlin was eager to set up a thousand-year game. His handwriting is indeed big, and he is patient enough. This chess has been played for thousands of years. Not only did he plot against the three clans, but he also dragged Shenjun and Tiandao into the chess game .”

Cang Sheng shook his head and chuckled, he turned his head to look at the snowflakes fluttering in the sky, with admiration in his eyes.

"He actually won. 50 years ago, Jun Lin took advantage of the calamity of the God King, pretending to destroy the heavens, and provoked the battle of the fairy world. At the critical moment, in order to help the God King prove the way, all the cultivators died, and Jun Lin was even more murderous. The Dao was completely destroyed. The Dao ancestor dispersed his merits and redeemed all the cultivators, and became a Taoist partner with him to survive the murderous spirit, and his soul was almost scattered. Because of the oath to let the Dao ancestor live the same life, the heaven had no choice but to dissolve the connection with the Dao ancestor. Hand him over to the creator god of another world to repair his soul. Now, it has been 18 years since Daozu's soul recovered."

In a few words, he outlined a tragic past for Lang Zi.

Taking life as a bait, counting all the heavens, how deep is Jun Lin's mind?

But Lang Zi couldn't hate it anymore.

Not only did he feel pitiful, but his heart ached.

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, the tentacles were slightly wet and cool.

Lang Zi heard his own voice asking the common people.

"Daozu... do you know what Junlin did?"

Cang Sheng stood on the edge of the cliff, with a lightly rolled white robe, looking back and smiling.

"Nobody knows if Daozu knew," he said. "But all the immortals know that in order to save his only apprentice, he doesn't even care if his soul is scattered."

Lang Zi nodded.

He followed the eyes of the common people, and outside Kunlun Mountain, there was a vast expanse of mist, and there was a vague sense of Taoism flowing in it, but there was nothing in a trance.

Of course, Jun Lin's appearance was described in the scriptures, some said he was vicious, some said he was unparalleled in handsomeness, there were thousands of versions, but none of them mentioned any mark on his face.

Lang Zi was brooding over this matter.

"So, the red marks between Ah Zhu's eyebrows are the scars I stabbed? Why won't he heal and get rid of it?"

Cangsheng's smile is gentle and indifferent.

He said, "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

Lang Zi followed suit with a smile.

Yes, these words, he can ask Ah Shu by himself.

He still has a lot to say to him.

"This is the Reminiscence Water. Daozu can drink it at any time to recall the past."

Cang Sheng put the white jade bottle on the table.

The jade bottle is small, no longer than a palm.

But it is connected with past life and present life.