As the pace of the old master increases, new peach blossoms bloom one after another.

Song Yunjian was so shocked that he was extremely shocked, and the number was close to 800.

The old temple owner visited Dali Capital City and the peach tree had almost 200 new peach blossoms.

Song Yunjian narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said to himself a pleasant poem. The year was written for thousands of years, and the sky demonstrated the creation of chemical engineering.

The peach tree is full of flowers, and the handsome Taoist with a golden crown and jade robe is like a pair of cloud shoes. The peach blossoms on the faces of the human face are red, and they are indeed as beautiful as a painting.

A sarcastic laughter rang beside him, "Fellow Dao Ning, you really dare to think. The dynasty that has a thousand-year-old country should be Qingming. Why, I have been blessed by Lord Yin Guan to ascend to the city and now I have run back to my hometown and become the national guru, and I will ascend to heaven again, ascend the whole country, and move to Qingming Tianxia?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yunjian hurriedly turned around and bowed to the old master, saying ashamed: "It's my younger generation who is proud of me."

The old master's sarcasm became increasingly sarcastic, "What do you think you have? What do you forget? Think of yourself as the cicada's body, Lu Laosan?"

Song Yunjian didn't know how to answer, so he shut up obediently.

The old master said, "Cherish the Tao body and take responsibility."

Song Yunjian was overjoyed, "I will remember it in my heart."

The old master glanced at him.

Song Yunjian said: "I will also tell Master Chen."

The old master sighed, "It's really hard to speak."

Song Yunjian didn't know what was wrong, so he had to shut up to avoid making too many mistakes.

The old temple master turned his attention to the courtyard next door and said, "The sword cultivator is indeed amazing. He is more frivolous than the other. He is not as good as a young girl who learns martial arts to keep her heart."

Song Yunjian dared not and was not suitable to respond. After all, the one who was demoted was Zhu Su and Yuan Huajing. The one who was praised was Pei Qian, the founder of the national teacher.

The old master said, "Zhu Su and Yuan Huajing, don't have to guess it, come and talk about it."

Zhu Su and Yuan Huajing rushed to Taoshu immediately.

The old Taoist priest deliberately left the female sword fairy with a higher realm aside, stared at Yuan Hua Realm, and asked, "Young man, why do you say the word 'natural'."

Song Yunjian immediately became worried about the immortal Yuan Jian.

Yuan Huajing was not as nervous as Song Yunjian. As a result of the sword cultivator, he replied: "It is true that the great way of Senior Bixiao is in line with the three lives. In the eyes of the younger generation, he still cannot escape the ruthlessness of Taoism and nature."

The old master smiled and said, "It's like the tone of an old scholar."

A similar tone means that I have been short-sighted.

Yuan Huajing looked embarrassed.

After the old temple owner held his hands, he looked up at the peach blossom tree and embroidered the tiger, and finally won the foundation for the world to achieve peace.

Since that's the case, I always have to accept my feelings. There is no need for the thief guy to beat around the bush and persuade me to go this trip through Xiao Mo in the future.

I still remember that the old scholar took his first disciple Cui Hao. The master and apprentice sneaked through to observe Taoist temples. On the surface, they didn’t talk about major events in the world and the general trend of the world. They just talked about everything, got close to each other, and drank good wine by the way, and praised the excellence of their students.

Yuan Huajing asked the most curious question, interrupting the old Taoist priest's thoughts, "Senior Bixiao, the old and the fourteen, is it really a huge difference?"

The old master smiled and said, "You can pull out one or two generals from the shortest person in the new 14th. There are also some soft persimmons and donkey poop eggs inside the old 14th."

In short, I am strong enough.

Yuan Huajing understood.

The old master walked around the peach tree and turned to look at Cui Xuan's bookstore. Unfortunately, he refused or disdained to communicate with the world. There were many bold words that could be fulfilled one by one in the world.

Song Yunjian was surprised to find that there was not an extra peach blossom blooming.

The old master looked at this fellow Taoist Yingning with a squinted look, and Song Yunjian immediately calmed down his mind.

The old master looked at the white bone puppet behind Yuan Huajing, shook his wrists, and a snow-white tail with a long gilded handle appeared out of thin air, and gently waved the Taoist body of the Master of the Three Courts.

In an instant, white bones and flesh were produced. The Master of the Three Courts restored his human appearance before the heavenly tribulation in ancient times, turning it into magic.

The young Taoist, with clear eyes and rich Taoist energy, said that the Taoist White Bone reappeared with the ancient secret technique, is no problem.

Yuan Huajing was shocked to find that the power of the White Bone Taoist, and instantly soared by 30%.

The old Guanzhu instructed: "Don't insult a ancient Taoist priest who has been to the fourteenth place."

Yuan Huajing said in a deep voice: "I will never look at it as a puppet alone, and wait for it."

The old master raised his tail and pointed to the Taoist Master Baibiao, reminding Yuan Huajing: "I have left a true spirit seed on him. If it can blossom and bear fruit next year, it will be the turn of the Master of the Three Courts. It will take three or five hundred years to a long time, and it will not be able to break through the ground until this Taoist body is completely decayed. But if it is done, I believe that the Taoist power of Yuan Huajing at that time was not much weaker, so there would be no need to rely on Taoist Master Baibiao to protect the mountaineering road. Otherwise, the sword heart will be in the things for a long time, and it will not be a good thing, and the big bottleneck will not be broken."

"Memory" is wonderful. For thousands of years, there are only a handful of people who can explore the origin of this matter.

Yuan Huajing obeyed his original intention and promised: "Senior, don't worry, if the Taoist White Bone can really reappear a spike of inspiration, I will respect him as a preacher and a guardian. I will take the initiative to resolve the contract, restore his freedom, and spare no effort to help him rebuild the great way."

The old Guanzhu Fuze praised: "It is a great skill to be able to make good relationships. If you can turn bad relationships into good relationships, you will be a true hero."

Yuan Huajing was so nervous. Isn’t it the old senior’s slander?

Since he called out Jian Xiu Zhusu, the old master threw her a Taoist book, "It is the handbook of the fellow Taoist Yun Shen in the wilderness. He has great experience in transforming into the three-laying style. It is of some benefit to your sword refining. Please think carefully and don't let it go."

Zhu Su took the Taoist book with both hands, and she came to Haoran. She had the first time comparing the simple sword technique of her hometown with an outsider, and she had no words to thank her.

The old Taoist priest nodded, and returned the favor with an ancient Taoist trick. Then he continued, "Tell him another message to Chen Ping'an, telling him not to forget something. In the future, he must help Yan Shishi and resolve the tribulation. At the latest, he will not exceed one hundred years. If it is too late, Yan Shishi will fail and fall into a state of doom. At that time, I will be on Chen Ping'an's head."

"Today I can make the peach tree more than 200 flowers, and in this year I can also make your Taoist book with peach blossoms as a bookmark."

What can Zhusu get involved in this kind of a great promise that is like a fight between gods? She can only agree.

The old Taoist priest thought for a moment and reminded him: "Zhu Su, please remind him again that Mr. Jiuhou's 'Zi' character had some bad reasons at the beginning. He said with shamelessness that he could not learn it, but now there is no excuse."

Zhu Su nodded and silently remembered the words of the old master's master word in his heart.

The old Guanzhu looked at them and said, "Those who study Taoism should not always blame the heavens and others. You should know that there is no good or evil in heaven, and there is cause and effect in the world. Cause and effect are chaotic and seem complicated and messy. Taoist scholars may wish to think about it and change their minds. Just take every thing and oneself as the thread, persevere, use great perseverance, and follow the clues all the way. Those who see the clear veins see themselves and their hearts and minds. If they say that the heaven and earth are already like this, they must work hard and slowly achieve their achievements."

The three of Song Yunjian were all humble and had their own understandings. They bowed to the old Guanzhu sincerely.

The old Guanzhu said: "Those who study Taoism should always study Taoism, be willing to open their hearts and dare to meet honestly, which is better than just working behind closed doors."

After hesitating for a moment, the old master said, "If you have the chance, just talk to Chen Ping'an more. This kid has many ideas and broad ideas. If you chat with him, you will earn more."

Afterwards, Yuan Huajing took the "White Bone Taoist" who came alive and left. If Zhu Su had not been to protect Emperor Dali tomorrow, she really wanted to return to the thatched hut of Huanghu Mountain to retreat immediately and clean up her Taoist heart.

The old Taoist priest stood under the peach tree.

Seeing that Song Yunjian was still carrying a dry tobacco pole, the old master smiled and asked, "The dragon belongs to the clouds and fog changes, so I prefer this mouthful?"

Song Yunjian said embarrassedly: "The national guru has not returned from the sea yet. I am afraid that I will miss the matter, so I have to keep holding it."

The old master smiled and said, "It's so idle."

Song Yunjian smiled bitterly and said, "It is always a villain who is small, and the adult who is large, and the responsibility of the person who is in his position is."

The old viewer nodded, "There is some reason."

Song Yunjian only felt that chatting with Senior Bixiao was so tired that he felt exhausted. The power of Taoism was consumed, which was better than the retreat of a Taoist practitioner.

The old viewer didn't care about Song Yunjian's experience and insights. As long as he was sincere enough and tried many things in the future, today's biased interpretation will always have the opportunity to turn into correct views.

For example, the old scholar is very skilled in speaking, and seems to be able to find a little "good" from everything.

It teaches people to mistakenly think that he is the one who advocates "human nature is good" in the "three and four disputes".

This science is complex and complicated, and it is a mess. If you do something wrong, why do you think it is futile? Later generations will know not to follow this path.

That thing is difficult, it is difficult to reach the sky. If we do it, wouldn’t it seem even more awesome? Since that’s the case, why not do it?!

At that time, the old scholar was good at studying and playing chess... In fact, the young man in black who was good at everything was as good as a jade-like face, taciturn, gentle in nature, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

Listening to the chatter of his husband and the old Taoist priest, watching Taoist temples in the East China Sea on other people's territory, the guests were silently questioning the host.

A cultivator at the 14th level, don’t you do anything? Why, you have a great Taoist age, you are a senior and a high level, even a gentleman?

Cui Hao was so arrogant that he was so arrogant in his youth.

Come on, use your reasons to convince me and prove that I am wrong!

Such a proud person.

The old viewer turned his head and looked at the new bookstore in the room opposite him.

Don’t put his century of hard work into waste.

The foundation has been established. How can the so-called mess in the Dali officialdom? Previously, on the official road outside the Dali capital, the sound of the students reading in the rain. After the rain, the poems and lyrics that include both men and women and old and young are also the hearts of your Dali people? Isn’t it also a kind of invisible, brilliant and meticulous craftsmanship that sews flower hairpins? The rules of managing people are real. Which dynasty in Haoran Jiuzhou is missing? The rules of managing people are also there. As a national teacher, you must see.

You, Chen Ping'an, only need to make the plateau stand up to a peak, and the more you get better, and erect a mountain of ten thousand feet high.

Whether it is the method of using the thunderous method of Vajra to control the monks of Dali, or the method of slow simmering in a low heat, slowly pulling the Changchun Palace or the genealogy monks, it is correct. It is not even a target of Zhengyang Mountain because he became the national master of the Song family. He even hopes that there will be a sword cultivator in Zhengyang Mountain in the future to push down the boundary marker, which is even better.

If Chen Ping'an had no such intention, what would he do when he came to Dali Capital City to take a "stroll".

People in the world only know that "there is no match for you when you come out of the cave, and you will not forgive others when you can forgive others." However, they don't know that I will tell you how to meet you when I meet you on that road. What will I do? What will I do?

I wish that everyone in this world was like a dragon. No matter who was sleepy, got up, went out, and looked around, there were sages and heroes all over the streets.

At this moment, the old temple owner held the tail in his hand and turned his head to look at it. It was not the coward who tiptoed away from the National Master's Mansion, who was like a thief, who was with her childhood. So the one who came here was not Pei Qian, who should have reminisced about the past with her fellow villagers, but Rong Yu.

The old master smiled and said, "Understand?"

Rong Yu replied: "I understand roughly, but I may not really understand."

The old master smiled and said, "He is willing to tell you everything."
To be continued...