Youth song line: Taoist Qingcheng has gone down the mountain

Zhou really took out a jar of wine, two plates of dim sum, and a plate of sauced beef from his sleeve.

Looking at it, Luo Qingyang frowned, and couldn't help looking at his sleeves.

Although the Taoist robe has wide sleeves, this person is too detached no matter his demeanor or charm.

It seems a bit...

It's like a heavenly fairy who suddenly fell into the mortal world and ate fireworks in the world.

The image of a master of Taoism was completely destroyed in an instant.

Furthermore, is there too much stuff in this sleeve?

"What are you looking at? Do you think I should eat the wind and drink the dew, swallow the fog and suck the clouds?"

The corners of Luo Qingyang's mouth twitched, and there was an inexplicable smile on his serious face.

"It really shouldn't be."

Zhou Zhenzhen smiled and nodded: "Whether it's a sword fairy or a celestial master, they are just human beings.

If others flatter you, just listen to it.

If you really put your mind to it, you will become a demon in the future.

The five grains produced by the heaven and the earth are the essence of nourishing people.

If you really lose all these things after practicing, I think it should not be a fairy, but a stone. "

"Are you people in Mount Qingcheng like you?"

Zhou really poured a glass of wine for Luo Qingyang, Luo Qingyang made a slight gesture, but took it with both hands.

The person in front of him is enough for him to treat each other with courtesy.

"Are you referring to strength, or something else?"

Luo Qingyang thought for a while, and said quietly: "I think about immortals."

strength?

If everyone in Mount Qingcheng had your strength, the world would probably be named Qingcheng.

When the strength reaches a certain level, there are some things that you don't need to do, and countless people will come to contribute.

Zhou really shook his head: "This is just my opinion. And we people in Mount Qingcheng don't really have any opinion on immortals.

What we cultivate is the Tao.

In fact, there are many kinds of Dao, and the way of swordsmanship is one of them.

Furthermore, we practice the Tao not to become immortals, but to cultivate our minds.

If the heart is at ease, mortals are also at ease.

If the heart is in the way, the sword fairy is also a worldly person. "

Luo Qingyang was taken aback for a moment, always feeling that Zhou Zhenzhen's words meant something.

"If the heart is free and free, mortals are also free and unfettered..."

Luo Qingyang secretly read Zhou Zhenzhen's last two sentences twice, and finally sighed.

"Brother Dao, I have a great opinion, listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books.

It's just that life is alive, who can really feel at ease? "

Zhou really clapped his palms and said with a smile, "So, you are not a fairy, nor can you become a fairy."

Luo Qingyang also laughed loudly: "Extremely extreme! I certainly don't want to become a fairy.

In this way, it should be clear. "

While the two were talking, they looked into the distance at the same time.

The yellow sand was rolling there, and it seemed that there was a large group of people coming.

"Recently, Khotan is very lively.

First came people from Tianqi, then people from Tianwaitian, and now even people from Wushuang City and Jiulong Temple came.

What is there in the Western Regions? "

When Luo Qingyang asked this question, his gaze was fixed on Zhou Zhenzhen.

Also, you, Qingcheng, got a real fairy, what are you going to do again?

It's not stated, but it's self-evident.

Zhou really understood it.

He smiled and shook his head: "The 32 Buddhist kingdoms in the Western Regions naturally have monks.

And in Khotan, there is a monk who is not so serious.

Drinking and eating meat, and not practicing Buddhism, such monks will eventually cause trouble.

So he provoked a somewhat evil little monk.

But this little monk involved an old incident 12 years ago. "

After hearing this, Luo Qingyang fell silent.

Zhou really acted as if he had never seen

"This little monk is surrounded by murderous intentions, and some people want to dominate the martial arts world in order to obtain the secret skills of the Rakshatang.

And some people, in order to control Tianwaitian through him, thereby subverting the martial arts.

No matter what it is for, these people must get him.

But the little monk is one who doesn't like to be restrained by others, so the murderous intent is more powerful.

You should know whose child the little monk is, you only recognized Xiao Yu as your godson, now I tell you, he is in this Western Region, full of murderous intentions, if he fails, he will die.

Are you going out of town? "

Luo Qingyang remained silent, but took the wine jar that Zhou Zhenzhen put aside, and fell on his back.

The wine flowed down the cheeks, not chic, but a little more helpless and decadent.

"Out of town? Why should I go out of town?"

Luo Qingyang's voice became hoarse.

"They are beyond the sky, and some of them are masters, so there is no need for me, an outsider, to make a move.

So you came to the Western Regions for him? "

Zhou Zhenzhen's gaze fell in the distance, where there was a luxurious carriage.

Sitting on the carriage were Tang Lian, Tiannv Rui, and Wu Chan who was driving the carriage.

And behind the carriage was Sikong Qianluo, dressed in yellow and riding a horse with a gun.

It seems that Xueyue City still hasn't locked up this eldest lady.

She sneaked out again.

"I'm here only because I want to.

I have stayed on the mountain for a long time, and I always want to see the world.

Look at the scenery of this world, the people of this world.

But that little monk happened to catch my eyes. "

"Is this what you Qingcheng mean?"

"No, that's what I mean. Why do you always like to tie me with Qingcheng?

I am me, Qingcheng is Qingcheng.

I don't care what Qingcheng wants to do, that's my junior brother's business.

Qingcheng also has no control over what I want to do. "

"Oh? What if Dao Sword Immortal falls into the same situation one day?"

Zhou Zhenzhen let out a sigh: "He won't, and if there is a day, every person who bullies him will count as one, and they will all have to try my sword.

And you?Who is the three-foot green front blooming for?

For that little junior sister in the palace?

Or your adopted son?

Or, in fact, from the beginning to the end, it was all for what you wanted in your heart? "

Zhou really asked a question, but didn't get an answer.

And he didn't seem to need the answer.

Zhou really left, just as suddenly as when he came.

People saw it, drank the wine, and lost their interest.

Even Gu Jianxian, who is famous all over the world, is just an old otaku, and ordinary people cannot be more ordinary.

Luo Qingyang watched his figure dissipate, only a sound of longing came from the wind.

"Back when Ye Ding was robbing the marriage, you and Baili Dongjun, Sikong Changfeng fought a bloody path for him.

The brotherhood and youthful blood are really fascinating. "

This time, Luo Qingyang lost his mind for the first time, standing in the wind, lonely like a statue, speechless for a long time.

A person is a city.

A city buries a person.

Who can say clearly?

Chapter 39 Smart people

"Brother really, you think that if someone sends me back to Xueyue City, you can make me obediently submit?

snort?who I am?

I am Sikong Qianluo, the eldest lady of Xueyue City.

Cough cough... Bah, bah, bah, what a broken place, it's full of sand. "

Sikong Qianluo was a little depressed, his lips were already chapped and peeled.

She touched the water bag at her waist, shook it, heard the voice inside, and sighed helplessly.

"If I knew I was going to come to such a ghostly place, I should have pulled a cart of water here."

"Oh? You really deserve to be Miss Sikong, you should have such a big show.

Look at the people in Wushuang City, a large group of people, one person and one rider, hugging each other, how lively it is.

And your Xueyue City is not as good as others.

Whether it's the big brother Tang Lian, or the dignified young lady, they don't even have a follower. "

A soft laugh suddenly sounded in Sikong Qianluo's ear, which startled her.

The horse under the seat was kicking listlessly, as if it would fall down at any moment.

It's just that when she looked around, she saw rolling yellow sand, and there was no one there.

Sikong Qianluo's heart trembled, and after a second thought, he seemed to have thought of something, and pouted.

"Senior Zhou, it's not enough to tease me once, how about teasing him a second time?

I know it's you, come out now. "

Zhou Zhenzhen laughed and didn't show up. Sikong Qianluo only felt a gust of wind blowing by his side, and the world was spinning instantly.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had arrived at an oasis.

There are three thatched houses here. Although the trees are not flourishing, they are somewhat green.

Zhou Zhenzhen was sitting in front of a wooden table, holding a greasy chicken leg in his hand.