Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

There may not be only one person named Shi Yuan in the world, but it is too coincidental to vote for Taiqingzong.

Shen Zhexue was sitting in the sect, only came from the sky, wishing to rush down the mountain to see what happened.

However, the real rush is not moving.

Yan Yuanhan's current scope of activities for "Elder Shen" is only within the sect, and Shen Zhexue can't ask Xie Zhuchun to inquire, so he can only make a long-term plan for the time being, and then find another way.

The most urgent task is to focus on the door-to-door challenge of Taiqing disciples tomorrow morning.

Taiqingzong has many strange traditions.

One of them is that whenever the Elder Peak Lord leaves the customs, the disciples will go to the door of the house in groups to ask for advice.

Although in the end it all ended up being unilateral elders beating them up and rubbing them on the ground, but there were many thick-skinned disciples in the sect, and they became more and more courageous as they got frustrated, continuing this tradition from generation to generation.

Shen Zhexue sat in the deep rain tired of listening, and began to think about her fighting power again.

The Immemorial Seal of Sealing Evil on his body is getting stronger day by day, but fortunately, the spiritual power he can manipulate has also become more abundant than before.

The biggest problem is that I don't have much experience in counter moves.

In those three years, he fought with his life, so that he had no concept of basic martial arts, let alone simple sparring.

Those disciples had no grievances or enmities with him, and they were young, if he struck too hard, it would inevitably hurt their bodies and minds.

But if he can't even beat his disciples, he doesn't have to be an elder.

Furthermore, even if it was a sparring session, the possibility that the Taiqing sect's senior officials would take the opportunity to test it out would not be ruled out, so it must not be taken lightly.

Shen Zhexue and Xie Zhuchun tried a few tricks in the afternoon, trying to figure out some rules first, but Xie Zhuchun was sealed by Elder Yan, and after several consecutive moves, he was exhausted.

Little monk Xie returned to the porch with a sore back, Shen Zhexue warmed up some rum, and brought the marinated chicken wings to roast on the stove.

The two have gotten to know each other recently, Xie Zhuchun has never been too old or young, he laughed and said with spices: "Elder Shen, if you didn't lose your spiritual power, you could have fought against old man Yan for a few rounds, how did you get it out of training?" ah?"

Shen Zhexue recalled many unbearable scenes.

He has the background of Peak Lord Shen, and indeed he has no shortage of advice from Yan Yuanhan, but that Elder Yan's instructors all rely on actual dictation, the kind of people who do not pay for their lives.

Yan Yuanhan could just throw him into the Xieliu River, stand on the bank and close his eyes, letting him drown to death.

This type of teaching like stocking and killing makes Shen Zhexue miss the modern education system very much.

In order to save his life, Shen Zhexue learned a lot of complicated exercises, but Taiqingzong was mostly a swordsman, specializing in one.

How to deal with the past tomorrow, he still has to think about it.

"I'll trouble you again." Shen Zhexue took the sapphire plaque from her waist, and said to Xie Zhuchun, "Go down the mountain to buy some spices and hot peppers, add a few copper pots, and bring mutton, bean skin, vegetable fish balls, it's a lot Buy some up."

Xie Zhuchun couldn't figure out what he was going to do, Shen Zhexue took a bite of the grilled wings that were charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and said, "It's time to test your acting skills."

Xubu Taiqing is an old sect with a fairy court background. It is not uncommon for a closed-door elder to appear out of thin air, but after all, he has not met an elder who has left the closed door for many years, and there will not be too few people who come.

It was still dark on the [-]th day, and outside of the deep rain, no less than fifty disciples gathered together.

Shen Zhexue glanced behind the window, "Why are there so many people?"

Xie Zhuchun rubbed his nose and said with a guilty conscience: "I went shopping yesterday and let them see it, so I just chatted a little more."

Shen Zhexue helped his forehead.

The elder ate and drank heavily on the eve of his disciple's challenge, which sounded like he deserved a beating.

But this number is still too abnormal.

Thinking that Xie Zhuchun didn't have a clue, Shen Zhexue said suspiciously: "You don't know, what did you say to provoke hatred?"

"I just praised how good-looking you are!" Xie Zhuchun blinked and blinked, "... even more beautiful than Elder Yan."

Shen Zhexue's eyes darkened.

——Yan Yuanhan didn't send you to take care of me, he sent you to torture me!

I think the reason why Elder Bingshan Yan was not rated as "the most hated elder" by the disciples of the Taiqing Sect was because of his face!

Although Elder Yan was called by an old man on the left and an old man on the right, regardless of prejudice, he was indeed a handsome and handsome man.

So many female disciples and male disciples love and hate him, it is definitely because of his beauty that makes people forgive him.

Shen Zhexue boasted that her face was acceptable, but when compared with the popular Yan Yuanhan, she was so arrogant that she begged to be beaten.

This time when Shen Zhexue appeared in Taiqingzong, Leng Sanqiu didn't let him change his appearance, saying that the former master Shen Feng was afraid that this skin would make people look down upon him, and Zhu Yan was a genuine old man with a gray beard at the age of five or sixty.

What's more, almost all the people who knew him back then are dead, so it doesn't make much difference whether to change his face or not.

Shen Zhexue thought helplessly: How can you compare your face before the martial arts competition? You really don't talk about martial arts ethics.

However, the arrow had to be fired on the string, and he couldn't shrink back, so he took an umbrella and pushed the door out in a rustling manner.

All the disciples couldn't wait.

They didn't know anything about the cultivation of the new elder's spiritual root. They only thought that Shen Zhexue lived in a place where it was raining all day long and hated to hear the deep rain.

But from a distance, the elder came out with an umbrella.

The bamboo bone umbrella covered half of his face, only a glimpse of a handful of long frosty white hair curled in the wind, swaying in the wind and rain, against the green hills and black colors splashing behind him, like a ghost on the fairy platform that is about to go with the wind.

"Cough! Keep your mind focused." The leading sword cultivator reminded the brothers and sisters beside him who could see God.

People should not be judged by their appearance, this is the last rule in the cultivation world that does not need to be explained.

Looking at the empty steps too clear, even Mr. Wen Ke, who only knows how to fight with a board all day long, can use the board to take the life of the evil cultivator through the air when facing the enemy.

Shen Zhexue approached them, raised her umbrella a little higher, and said, "Good morning, my friends."

Xie Zhuchun sneaked into the group of disciples, only to hear many people around him whispering and exclaiming one after another.

He said cheerfully, "How about it, don't lose to old man Yan."

The disciple Qi nun covered her lips with thin knives, and several senior sword cultivators even drew their swords, their cheeks flushed slightly.

Jianxiu smiled and said: "Elder Yan is very handsome, this Elder Shen is not in the same way as him, but he really admired me. But the elder looks injured, but something went wrong during the retreat?"

Tired of listening to the deep rain is located in the middle of the Taiqing formation, and there is a drizzle in the humid place. In order to save her spiritual energy and resist the backlash of the seal, Shen Zhexue walks around like a mortal, and it is inevitable that the rain will wet her clothes.

The dark clothes he used to wear in the past are not easy to fit here, so he wears more light colors. The elder Taiqingzong's winter clothes are elegant but not warm. Now he is wearing a tea-colored crane-patterned robe and a big cloak to keep warm. Compared with a group of teenagers in light clothes, they are really weak.

"Yes, yes, Elder Shen was closed back when he was injured back then. Didn't he just come out to recuperate?" Xie Zhuchun knew that he was about to deceive Shen Zhexue, and he had to help out when he thought about it, "So Or let's go back first and wait for him to recover on another day before coming back."

It doesn't matter if he doesn't say it, but it makes the group of sword repairers laugh.

"It's okay, Senior Brother Xie doesn't need to comfort us. I think we have never won. As the saying goes, the better you look, the harder you beat people. We understand."

You know what a fart!

Xie Zhuchun asked himself that no one could talk to him when he was in Hanshan, but now he met such a group of deadly sword cultivators, he glanced at Shen Zhexue, and prayed that the elder's spiritual power would continue to live.

Shen Zhexue asked himself if he didn't have Shiyuan's family background, one or two would be fine, but he couldn't afford to spend more than 50.

So he raised his hands and sleeves first, and let out his spiritual breath.

Everyone was startled, and before they had time to resist with luck, they suddenly felt that their bodies were extremely refreshed, and their clothes were filled with warmth.

"What a powerful spiritual breath, it can make us ignorant." Jianxiu praised.

... This is the salted fish aura I learned from Chunqi.

Shen Zhexue smiled wryly to herself, and said loudly: "Little friends, I am injured and tired, so I won't compete with you one by one. You should first choose the three people with the highest cultivation to compete with me." Let it go."

In a word, the audience is full of success points.

These Taiqingzong disciples have been rubbed too many times, and their brains are all crooked, and everyone is confused.

"I'm going, I'm really disgusted again!"

"This man has the style of Elder Feng. I can beat you with a wave of my hand, but I just don't want to do it."

"Would you like to go first?"

"Okay, then I'll go!"

"Why do you fight?! I still want to fight the elders. My thin knife is still stronger than my junior."

"If Senior Brother Hong goes, I don't think he can wait."

"The elder said that we want the most powerful here. Why, do you think Senior Brother Hong is better than me?"

"Cough cough." Shen Zhexue coughed twice, and then he went down with a spiritual breath to calm everyone, and he said with a smile: "Yin Yu Fei Fei, I see that there are many water spirit roots among my friends, it is unfair to beat them in this rain." , it is better to enter the room first, Shen has a fair way."

His words reminded the noisy disciples.

The sword cultivator patted his head, "Ah, I almost fell for you, you water spirit root talisman cultivator can't trick me!"

A group of people walked to the courtyard lively. Shen Zhexue had already set up a rain screen in the courtyard, and a long table was placed in the courtyard.

With a wave of his sleeve, many porcelain bowls appeared on both sides of the long table, and there were several wooden dice in each bowl.

"Elder Shen, we forbid gathering crowds to gamble..." Xie Zhuchun whispered.

"I know." Shen Zhexue said in his heart that I would not dare to tease them to disobey the clan rules, and besides gambling, he can't teach these flowers of the cultivator's world.

He said to the bewildered crowd: "All kinds of patriarchal clans are nothing more than spiritual control. Talisman cultivation, body cultivation, sword cultivation, array cultivation, etc. all require magical tools. Transforming spiritual power and tracing back to the source, in today's cultivation If you don’t control the spirit, you can’t cultivate, since you want to compare, let’s compare the spirit.”

"Spirit control?" Jian Xiu looked at the dice and raised his eyebrows, "How do you compare?"

Shen Zhexue picked up the porcelain bowl, held the dice inside in her palm, raised her hand and tossed it upwards, an aura of spirituality was instantly stirred up, and the dice fell to the table.

He buckled the bowl, and said: "Two teams will compete in two pairs. The dice cannot be shaken after they hit the ground. If the bowl is larger, the top three will win."

As soon as the porcelain bowl was opened after speaking, Xie Zhuchun let out a "hiss".

Thinking of the fighting situation in the dark night in the mirror array, Shen Zhexue's spiritual energy was low at that time, and she looked like a mortal, but she still did not fall in Hanshan Taiqing's team.

Looking at the three sixes in this bowl now, I don't know what kind of strength he would be if he was full of aura in the phantom formation.

It is not difficult for a cultivator to manipulate the size by listening to the sound, but if the dice falls without evidence, they can only rely on aura and vision, which tests precise control and reaction.

Moreover, this form is testing the edge of the Taiqing sect's ancestral rules, which can very arouse these young monks' playfulness, quarrel, and competitive heart.

The disciples of the Taiqing took their seats one after another, trying to catch and compare.

For a while, the crackling sound continued.

Shen Zhexue tightened her front, got up and turned to the back kitchen.

Xie Zhuchun couldn't participate in such a lively event, so he wandered around in each game, yelling and adding oil and vinegar, which raised the atmosphere on the field to a higher level.

Tired of hearing that the sky is always cloudy in the deep rain, and I can't tell the time. When the competition was halfway through, Shen Zhexue came out with an extra dress and said, "I occasionally ate during my retreat, and today I made a hot pot meal. Friends, let's stay and eat together."

Who would not be happy to eat and play!

Everyone exhausted their spirit energy. Although they were not hungry, they were surprised to smell the aroma of spicy mushrooms. Several of them couldn't bear it and stretched their necks to look in.

Shen Zhexue cleared the table for the time being, put several big pots on it, put the vegetables and mushrooms meat roll vermicelli on the plate, and said: "The ingredients must be enough, there are more after eating, those who eat spicy food sit in the front row on the right, don't eat The spicy one sits in the front row on the left, the mandarin duck pot sits in the back row, and the Jiugongge with tomato soup sits next to me."

The disciples of the Taiqing sect were stunned to see the hot pot happiness that can only be enjoyed by sneaking down the mountain at the elder's place.

Shen Zhexue explained: "Don't be restrained, I came from the world, and I have forgotten how to be an elder for hundreds of years. You come to me to compete. Since you are competing, don't be restrained and try my craft."

Everyone saw that there were many tricks on the table that they had never seen before, so they had to rush to grab the chopsticks.

Shen Zhexue smiled and pulled up a chair to sit down.

Everyone ate, and the steam was steaming under the rain screen for a while, making a lot of noise.

A disciple was robbed halfway and shouted: "Let go of my meatballs!"

"Hey, aren't you a spicy eater, why are you sitting there?"

"I like sesame sauce, go away with the oil dish..."

"The oil dish dominates the world of comprehension, okay!!"

"Our intestines, my claws, save some for me!"

"Hey, why is this meat cooked..."

Shen Zhexue picked up a chopstick of bean curd, and suddenly felt a sense of intimacy in his heart.

This is a scene he is very familiar with, in the orphanage when he was a child, in the team building meeting of the work unit, and on the bus for the spring and autumn outings organized by the school.

He sat outside the noise, and gradually felt some warmth.

Shen Zhexue inadvertently thought: So I always like excitement.

The young people are almost the same age, and they all have youthful faces.

It's just that he doesn't know that his little disciple who is still living outside has the experience of talking around the stove.

Shen Zhexue was holding the plate, but stopped chopsticks.

... Even if there is, it is more bitter in memory.

Once eating hot pot, there is always chatting and nonsense.

I don't know who started it, but these people bet on who will win the Zongmen Grand Competition.

Someone said: "I think it's still the array repairer of the Langfeng family! The ability to control the field is extremely strong."

"No, no, I like that Yuan Xiyan, his sword is much stronger than when I first started."

Xie Zhuchun said: "Not necessarily, Qin Gu is really devoted to the formation technique, so she is worthy of this way."

"That's right, Qin Gu is really powerful." Senior sister Zhenxiu agreed, "Although she has already re-trained, she is definitely more proficient than the newcomers. You can see that her posture is very old."

"Yes, yes, yes, I am optimistic about Daoyou Qin and Daoyou Yuan! They must be the top two, and the third is probably the one from Langfeng or Qingxia."

Of course, some people were dissatisfied: "I remember that child named Shi Yuan was also very hardworking. I was not physically strong back then. Look at me now. I can see that child will become a great weapon after washing his marrow and shaping his body!"

Shen Zhexue gave a fish ball to the dark man who said "it will become a great weapon".

Another person said: "But his physique is not good. I admire him very much, but I think he is in the top five. Hey, what about my meat, vermicelli, and beef balls?!"

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