In the battle of wits, in the battlefield of life and death."

Outside the house, there were actually two shameless martial arts practitioners from Yingyu Peak, Huaying Peak's rival, who were openly listening to the old deaf man's preaching at the door.

The old deaf child didn't care about this trivial matter, and just focused on teaching the "Three Realms" to the weak and powerful monks.

The old swordsman just gave a simple example, and the young girls were immediately fascinated.

Just because the people mentioned by Gan Chongfeng, whether they are positive models or negative examples, none of them are fuel-efficient lamps.

There were Beiyin officer Nan Shouchen and Fei Ran who were enemies of the two sides on the Sword Qi Great Wall battlefield in the past, as well as the group of young sword cultivators from the Wilderness Jiashen Zhang.

Zheng Dafeng crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the door. He couldn't be more beautiful. He smiled and waved to the house. Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him for the time being. It's okay. Every girl pretends that she doesn't have brother Dafeng in her heart, right?

I'm thin-skinned, so I can understand. I think back in those days, when I was a liquor store manager in Feisheng City. I had a good-looking appearance and a humorous speech. There were so many young and old girls on the street who passed by and heard about them.

How much concentration a person has, can he maintain his integrity year after year.

Zheng Dafeng whispered carefully to Wen beside him, "Brother Wen, after living here for a long time, you are still a little surprised, right?"

Wen replied carefully: "If Brother Zheng hadn't dragged me here with him, I wouldn't have dared to come here even to death."

Wen Jingxin had known for a long time that Brother Zheng was informal, but he never thought that he would take him to observe the preaching of Gan Zong. Although Wen Jingxin already had the nickname of Grandmaster Wen in Luopo Mountain, he was not the same as Zhong Zhong.

Qian is a close sibling, but don't forget, Wen Chengcheng, who has a good background, is also a very serious Taoist priest of Lingfei Palace.

Zheng Dafeng rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "From now on, when I go to Lingfei Palace as a guest, Brother Wen remembers to be a good host. Don't imitate Wei Bo and hide him, just like guarding against thieves."

How could Wen Qingshu dare to agree to this casually? Zheng Dafeng was no better than ordinary people after all. Even a man like Wen Qingshu, who was known to be unruly, often felt ashamed of himself.

For example, Zheng Dafeng always said that he watched Shanzhu Chen grow up with his own eyes, but he didn't even mention that he had a handful of feces and a handful of urine. Fortunately, there was also the white-haired boy who claimed to be the music editor, who often came to Yingying.

On Yufeng's side, he broke the story and exposed the truth. His words were conclusive, well-founded, and vivid, just like he was there at the time and saw and heard with his own eyes and ears. Even Zheng Dafeng was not sure. Did I really steal someone's house?

Such-and-such object, eavesdropped on a bed fight under the bed in such-and-such place on such-and-such night?

Zheng Dafeng said for no reason, "Brother Wen, have you noticed that you seem to be a different person?"

Wen was stunned when he heard the words carefully. He was in a daze. Is there any?

When he thought about it carefully, he felt a little worried.

Zheng Dafeng raised his eyebrows sideways, flirting with the oldest and prettiest girl in the room, and continued chatting carefully with Wen, "Is it refreshing and completely different? Or has he returned to his original appearance? It's like a mirror made of bricks.

Some people say that you cannot become a Buddha by sitting in meditation, so you have the opportunity to make people realize it through words. It is of little use to tell you this truth. The principle of "one inch of time, one inch of gold" is said to the peasants whose face is closest to the earth, but to the cold window in the study.

It’s different to study as a scholar.”

Wen Chengxin was actually quite talented, but he was still stunned by Zheng Dafeng's words.

A certain girl in the room gritted her teeth and started to complain. The old deaf boy endured it again and again, turned his head and looked at the door, and said in his heart: "Zheng Dafeng, you and Wen are just talking carefully for the rest of the day, don't disturb the students in the room listening to the class!"

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Wen carefully put his hand on his forehead and left first because he was too embarrassed to stay any longer.

Zheng Dafeng gathered his voices as he walked, and said with a playful smile to the girl in the room: "Although the possibility is extremely small, I still have to say, if anyone bullies you, remember to tell brother Dafeng."

The woman in the room blushed and sighed softly. You are a slut, you are a dirty person, you are shameless!

Zheng Dafeng held the back of his head with both hands, and his shoulders swayed up and down, swinging next to Wen Qingxin.

Wen carefully wondered: "Brother Zheng, is it possible that you have a relationship with the woman in the house?"

Zheng Dafeng laughed and said: "We are two frivolous sluts. Which girl would have a relationship with us because of her failure in her previous life?"

Wen carefully said helplessly: "That's not what you said."

Just scold yourself and don't take me with you.

Zheng Dafeng thought to himself and said: "Brother Wen, you know very well that we are very compatible!"

Wen carefully smiled bitterly. The only thing he knew clearly was that Cen Yuanji, who also taught boxing at Yingyu Peak, originally regarded herself as an arrogant thing. Just because she was familiar with Zheng Dafeng, Cen Yuanji

He felt that he was an unlearned and unskilled libertine. Wen Chengcheng was very wronged, and he had no wrong thoughts towards Cen Yuanji.

Zheng Dafeng thought of the embroidered tiger, and then naturally thought of playing chess, and said: "Let's talk about a game, and enjoy a little gambling."

Deng Jianping followed Guo Zhujiu and landed at Huaying Peak.

Guo Zhujiu stood outside the door and said in his heart: "Old deaf boy, his name is Deng Jianping. He is my master's new disciple. He will come here often to attend classes in the future. Please give me a seat."

The old deaf boy was reluctant, but nodded.

Guo Zhujiu said: "It was Xie Gou's suggestion to come here to attend the lecture."

The old deaf child looked at Guo Zhujiu. Guo Zhujiu seemed to be smiling, but the old deaf child smiled awkwardly. Guo Zhujiu said something before leaving, which made the old deaf child feel complicated again.

"It's good to think of this place not as Luopo Mountain, but as the Great Wall of Sword Qi."

The old deaf man didn't say anything, and sighed inwardly. The young sword cultivators who lived in the summer palace were really more skilled than the other.

Deng Jianping first bowed to the person offering sacrifices, and then quickly sat down in the corner. There was no extra futon, so he sat on the floor, put a hiking pole across his knees, and said quickly in his heart, "Listen to the teachings of your predecessors."

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The old deaf boy nodded. He was not young, not high-level, and had average qualifications, but he was a man of etiquette.

Continuing with the lecture, I have to say that preaching to an old deaf child is indeed more useful to those monks than a certain chief instructor. At least they can understand every word!

On the white jade railing at the top of the mountain, Xie Gou sat next to Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo was silent for a long time and said: "You are afraid that I will reach the Fourteenth Realm. I am also a little worried. If you don't care so much, I don't have to worry."

Xie Gou regained his true appearance, shook his legs, looked forward, pretended to be surprised, and said with a smile: "It doesn't sound like what Xiao Mo would say, who taught you this?"

Xiao Mo shook his head and said: "No one teaches me, it's just what I think from my heart."

Bai Jing narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Then I will take it seriously."

Xiao Mo said: "It's best to take it seriously."

A little girl in black, carrying a cotton bag cross-body, was returning from a patrol in the back mountains. She happened to come around the old mountain shrine in White Jade Square. When she saw this scene, she was stunned for a moment. What should she do? Mr. Xiaomo couldn't follow her.

The woman I know? Does this count as the love between me and me before the flowers and under the moon as mentioned in the book? There is no misunderstanding, right? Should I tell Gouzi what to do? What should I do with Mr. Xiaomo if I tell Gouzi?

Xiaomi Li had an idea and thought about it. He quickly closed his eyes and walked backwards, thinking silently in his heart that he saw nothing and looked at nothing...

After just a dozen or so steps, Xiao Mi Li circled back to the back of the hall, squatted down, frowned, scratched her face hard, and began to feel worried, feeling sad for the dog.

A voice rang in my ears, "Dragon Protector Zhou, Mani."

Xiaomi Li was startled and turned her head blankly, "Huh?"

The girl in the mink hat stretched out her finger and hissed, "Don't make any noise, I'm trying to catch someone..."

Xiaomi Li tilted her head and said bitterly, "Ah? Ah?"

It's really dark tonight, the wind is high, and the rivers and lakes are dangerous.

It would be great if the good mountain master is here.

Xiao Mo said angrily: "Don't scare Xiaomi Li."

Xie Gou hugged Xiaomi Li, rubbed his face, and laughed, "Xiaomi Li is so generous!"

Xiao Mo explained softly: "Xiaomi Li, the woman you saw just now is one of Xie Gou's true appearance."

Xiaomi Li was relieved, laughed loudly, gave a thumbs up, and said in praise, "Gouzi, you are really tall."

Xiaomo is confused, Gouzi?

Xie Gou pulled Xiaomi Li and stood up, "Let's go and listen to the class. Our mountain master just accepted a disciple, and he was mistakenly accepted as a disciple over there in Ganbangbang."

Xiao Mili was a little nervous and asked cautiously: "How old are you and how tall are you?"

Xie Gou grinned and said: "The tall, young man is a swordsman."

Xiaomi Li scratched his face, heyed, picked up the green bamboo stick, "Come on, dog, let's take a look!"

Xiaomo smiled gently and followed behind them who were chattering.

At the dojo teaching at Huaying Peak, as soon as Xie Gou arrived, there was Xiao Mo, not to mention Zhou Mi Li, who was enshrined as the guardian of Luo Luo Mountain.

It is inevitable for deaf children to be nervous, and it is even more inevitable for all the Taoist monks here to be nervous.

I heard that the mountain owner is currently in retreat at Fuyao Foothills. In the entire Luopo Mountain, Zhou Zongfeng is the only one who can come and go freely?

In fact, the one who was most nervous was Xiao Mi Li, who was sullen.

Xiao Mo and the others walked to the end and took out four futons. As soon as Xiao Mi Li sat down, he let out a long breath.

Xie Gou sat cross-legged and waved his hand, telling the wooden man to stop being stunned and continue to preach and teach us swordsmanship.

The old deaf boy had just glanced at Xiao Mo, and now he was finally able to calm down. There was another figure in blue shirt at the door.

The visitor just smiled and said, "Excuse me, continue teaching."

The old deaf child has a sad face. How can you teach him if you are here?

Deng Jianping, a disciple who valued etiquette, could not compete for the second seat. She had already hurriedly wanted to give up the futon.

But Chen Ping'an just sat casually next to Xiao Mili, with his hands in his sleeves and a smile on his face.

The old deaf boy played a clever trick and asked tentatively: "Why don't you, Mr. Yin Guan, give a lecture in person and tell you the many details of the fight with the Jia Shen Zhang Sword Cultivator?"
To be continued...