Zhongtu Suishan.

The golden-armored god sitting on the steps suddenly stood up, with a solemn look on his face, and clasped his fists in salute to the visitor.

The person who could make Master Suishan pay such sincere respect was, of course, not the old scholar with sinister eyebrows and grinning eyes, but the man next to the old scholar... Bai Ye, who was now a child wearing a tiger-head hat.

The most proud person in the world is holding Fuyao Island with his sword, beheading him again and again. If Zhou Mi and Liu Cha are included in the final attack, it would be Bai Ye holding the Four Immortal Swords and picking the Eight Thrones with his sword.

It's just that the child at this moment is wearing a white coat and a big red hat, with pretty features and a slightly distant and cold expression. When he saw the great god Suishan, the child just nodded lightly.

The old scholar held down his tiger-head hat and said, "What's going on? The children's manners are lacking. They saw our great Master Suishan..."

The child raised his hand and patted the old scholar's hand, indicating that he was almost done.

The old scholar pretended to help his tiger-head hat, which was not crooked, and said, "It's windy on the mountain. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, right?"

Bai Ye's soul is weak now, and he needs something to help cover up the secrets, so as not to be entangled by the Tuoyue Mountain Patriarch who is not very down-to-earth, so the old scholar and the most holy master asked for a treasure from the Confucian Temple, and the most holy master learned from the Confucian Temple.

After getting the ritual vessel, the old scholar persuaded the Holy Master to help him refine it. The final style became the tiger head hat that Bai Ye often wore in his hometown when he was young.

Master Suishan sincerely stood up for Bai Ye and angrily said to the old scholar from his heart: "Old scholar, please be more serious!"

The old scholar stopped in annoyance, and asked the child with a smile: "Should we walk to the top of the mountain, or should we ask the great master Suishan to help us?"

The child had already taken the lead and was too lazy to talk nonsense with the old scholar. He planned to walk to the top of Suishan Mountain to meet the Holy Master.

Bai Ye has visited many immortals in the mountains in his life, but for some unknown reason, due to various circumstances, Bai Ye has passed Suishan several times but has never been able to climb Suishan, so Bai Ye wanted to take this opportunity to take a walk.

The old scholar followed Xiao Baiye in the tiger-head hat, turned to look at the stupid big guy who wanted to sit down again, and laughed and cursed: "You can hatch a nest of chickens from under your butt, or are you still here?

When the door god can collect money from the old man, why don't you hurry up and escort him? Damn it! The strong wind in Suishan blew this tiger hat away accidentally. Don't blame me for not thinking about brotherhood. When I got to the old man's side,

, let me sue you first..."

The golden-armored god automatically ignored the old scholar's mutterings and silently followed the two of them up the stairs.

Suishan's cliff-carved stone tablets are unparalleled in the world, both in terms of quantity and literary talent. One of the great regrets in the mind of Jin Jia Shen is that there is only one inscription in Bai Ye's handwriting that is missing.

It's just that the current kid with the tiger head hat can probably be regarded as a veritable banished immortal.

The old scholar turned around and said: "Bai Ye is invincible in poetry, isn't he? Do you Suishan recognize it?"

The golden-armored god nodded and said, "Of course I do. Mr. Bai's poems are so majestic."

In fact, at the top of Suishan Mountain, the golden armored god left a blank stone cliff.

It needs to be known that famous mountains in the world often have many cliff carvings by immortals and literati. This is the so-called famous mountains that treat saints since ancient times, especially the top of Dayue Mountain. For thousands of years, only the top of the mountain can be left to future generations for cliff carvings.

Or the monument was erected, and even the palm-sized open space could not be left. This clearly shows the sincerity of the great god Suishan. Furthermore, this "first mountain god of Zhongtu" is not the kind of old scholar, and he clearly has this intention.

, but he never publicizes it to others, and Bai doesn’t come to climb the mountain, so he keeps it. If he doesn’t come, he keeps it. Otherwise, with the virtue of an old scholar, he would take the initiative to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone to block Bai Ye’s door.

The old scholar simply turned around, jumped to his feet and cursed: "What a huge Suishan, but there are not even half a word of Bai Ye's poems? How can you become the great god of Suishan?"

The golden-armored god said: "I don't want to disturb Mr. Bai's study in seclusion."

The old scholar sighed, "You are not sincere enough. You and Bai Ye are not close at all. It is normal. There are several people in the world who can call Bai Ye brothers and sisters, and even take the honor of his own disciples. They are vaguely half a generation higher.

?!But what kind of friendship do you have with me? Why don’t you ask me for a favor? It’s your business whether you ask or not, and it’s mine whether you answer or not. Do you want to talk about the order?”

The golden-armored god was furious and said from his heart: "How about I leave you alone at the foot of the mountain and chatter slowly?"

The child in the tiger head hat started to use his natal magical power to the old man behind him, but turned a deaf ear. The child was happy to slowly climb up alone and enjoy the scenery of Suishan.

The old scholar immediately changed his expression, and said pleasantly to the silly big man: "The scholars of later generations are not ashamed to speak loudly, and their words are also flawed. They are only in the Qilu. They are not rigorous and often have loose spots. Therefore, very few of them have been passed down to the world. What kind of long-waisted and strong women are swarming?"

Flower, with a wasp-waisted name on Bai Ye’s head, it’s really not cute at all compared to this tiger head hat, right?”

The golden-armored god looked puzzled. Could it be that the old scholar had a rare conscience and wanted Bai Ye to leave a seven-law poem carved on the cliff in Suishan?

The old scholar pointed his eyes at the stupid big man, you know. Seeing that the Suishan master seemed to be confused and turned his back to Bai Ye, the old scholar raised his hand and gently rubbed his fingers.

The golden-armored god is really moved. As long as the old scholar lets Bai Ye leave a poem of Qilu, everything will be easy to discuss. It doesn't matter if he borrows a branch mountain from the old scholar. In exchange for two or three hundred years of merit, Bai Ye can write a poem.

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The old scholar stopped, stroked his beard, smiled, coughed a few words from his heart, and said slowly: "Prick up your ears and listen carefully... Poems, regulations, and old-fashioned rules, it's strange that Bai Ye can restrain me..."

The boy with the tiger head hat who had never wanted to climb dozens of steps alone said: "The Seven Rhythms are indeed not my specialty. If Master Suishan listened to a certain Seven Rhythms, it must have been written by an old scholar."

The old scholar lamented and followed the tiger-headed hat. Just as he was about to reach out to hold the hat, Bai Ye slapped him off without turning his head.

Master Suishan escorted the two of them to the top of the mountain, hugged the old master who was sitting cross-legged and turning over a book, and then returned to the foot of the mountain.

Although Bai Ye is no longer the fourteenth realm monk, his foot strength is still much better than that of ordinary pilgrims, and the time it takes to climb the mountain is only half an hour.

The old master turned to the boy with the tiger hat and smiled: "I'm a bit busy, so I won't get up."

The child bowed to the Holy Master.

The old scholar was very happy to see him, even though he was not very tall, he still bent over.

At the top of Suishan Mountain, the scenery is magnificent. The sky opens up in the middle of the night, and the stars are blinding to the eye.

The old scholar sighed with emotion: "It is always difficult to ask God's will, but it has to be asked. How dare you not listen to the snort of the world and the sound of drums."

I saw everywhere in the sky, like huge rocks hitting the lake, ripples, and endless excitement. It was the creation of the sky by the old man in gray above Jiaolong ditch, trying to bring the remnants of the ancient gods from outside the sky into the vast world.

The Holy Master is responsible for mending the sky, so as not to make the ceremony too difficult for the saints. As for the magical powers of Tuoyue Mountain Patriarch that have been left in the mountains and rivers of the world, they will also be dispelled one by one by the Holy Master.

A white sword scabbard suddenly hung beside the child with a tiger head hat. It was the talisman that Yu Xuan sent back to Suishan.

Bai Ye held it gently and stopped talking.

The old master nodded and said: "Go. No matter in the world of Haoran or the world of Qingming, the human world is still the human world, and white is still white."

Bai Ye bowed again and said goodbye to the Holy Master to travel to another world.

Since he owed Taoist Master Sun a lot, Bai Ye planned to travel far away to see Daxuan City.

At that time, Bai Ye was in Fuyao Continent, already determined to die, and the Immortal Sword Taibai was divided into four parts and given away to each other. Now that he was able to get involved in cultivation again, Bai Ye was not worried that he would not be able to repay the favor.

When he gets to Daxuandu Temple, just give him at least a hundred years.

The old scholar squatted down, put his hands in his sleeves, and said softly: "The heaven and the earth are traveling against each other, and I am traveling at night with a candle. I suddenly see them when I am walking, and the moon is bright in autumn in the long sky."

The boy in the tiger-head hat held the scabbard with one hand and pressed the old scholar's head with the other. "You are young, so you should be less complaining in the future."

In fact, except for the Supreme Master who calls Wen Sheng a scholar, other people who practice Taoism on the top of the mountain are often accustomed to calling Wen Sheng an old scholar. After all, there are thousands of scholars in the world, and it is true that Wen Sheng has been a scholar for so many years.

He deserves to be an old man. But in fact, in terms of his actual age, the old scholar is indeed very young compared to Chen Chun'an and Bai Ye, and far inferior to the great master Suishan. But for some reason, the old scholar seems to be

He is really old, his appearance is like this, and his demeanor is even more so. He is not as elegant as the mellow scholar Chen Chun'an, and he is not as relegated to the immortal as Bai Ye. The old scholar is short and thin, with wrinkles on his face and gray hair, so that he was so old in the past.

It is enshrined in the Chinese Confucian Temple, and the academies of various university palaces will also hang portraits. The old scholar himself will make a fuss about it, and make the painting look younger and more handsome. Where has the bookishness gone?

, Realistic, realistic, realistic you uncle, damn you are more freehand, can you do it? If not, I will do it myself...

The old scholar stood up and said: "It is only natural for a wanderer to return to his hometown. No matter how nice his hometown is, he must remember to go home."

Bai Ye nodded and said, "Yes."

The Taibai sword scabbard in his hand disappeared in a flash and returned to a natal orifice.

The old scholar said worriedly: "I heard that the vegetarian food at Daxuandu Temple is not very delicious."

The old master in the distance hummed, "I heard it said that it's really average."

The old scholar and Bai Ye said: "Listen, listen, I can talk nonsense, can the old man talk nonsense? It's really not delicious!"

In the past, Yasheng traveled to the Qingming world for many years, which was the courtesy exchange between the Chinese Confucian Temple and Bai Yujing.

Bai Ye stretched out his hand to support the bright red tiger head hat on his head, looked up at the sky, and then looked back to take a closer look at the mountains and rivers of his hometown where Li flowers bloom every year.

In the world of Qingming, outside the gate of Daxuandu, a young Taoist priest with a lotus crown on his head was not in a hurry to talk to Taoist Master Sun about business. He leaned against the concierge and smiled and talked to a female crowned sister. He said that the senior brother Dao Lao Er borrowed the sword for free.

He saw it with his own eyes in Bai Yujing. Sister Chunhui, you are far away, so you can't see it clearly. At most, you can only see the Taoist sword wandering far away, which is a little regretful.

Already.

The lady with the sword on her back smiled and said: "Master Lu, no matter how much you chat with me, you can't get through the gate. Grandmaster has spoken. A dog wagging its tail on the road can get in, but Lu Chen is not allowed to enter."

Lu Chen laughed and said, "Daozhang Sun is still the most impressed with me. It doesn't matter if I can't get in. Half of my heart and mind during this visit was for Sister Chunhui. Meeting Sister Chunhui made the trip worthwhile.

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Da Xuan Du Guan Nu Guan, whose Taoist name was Chun Hui, said with a little helplessness: "Master Lu, I really don't want to go to that Ziqi Pavilion to practice and be the leader of the Yingchun Official of the Jiang family who has never been seen in the ages."

Lu Chen said pitifully: "If you don't want to be the Spring Festival official, you can go to Green City. Have you heard of Jiang Yunsheng who has just returned home? He is a baby-faced child, lively and cute. He was also the one appointed by my senior brother when he was traveling away from home.

Yulang, as long as you nod, Sister Chunhui, I will bring another happy event to Qingcui City tomorrow! There are so many betrothal gifts, Bai Yujing’s Jiang family and Qingcui City each have a large portion, and Daxuandu doesn’t need to give any dowry at all.

…”

The female crown carrying the sword was a little embarrassed, "Master Lu, please be careful what you say!"

Lu Chen blinked and asked tentatively: "Then I ask Jiang Yunsheng to accept sister Chunhui as his godmother? There is no need to deceive the master and betray the ancestors and go to that verdant city. I will have a son for free. It will be nice to spread the word, and it will greatly increase the fortune of the Xuandu City.

Observe the majesty of the Sword Immortal lineage."

The young-looking Jade Princess crown narrowed her red phoenix eyes and said, "Master Lu!"

Lu Chen said helplessly: "That's all, Xiaodao is indeed not a piece of old material, but to be honest, I traveled to Lizhu Cave in the past, and I have painstakingly studied palmistry for many years.

Sister, why don't I help you take a look?"
To be continued...