The two people were chatting when they came down the mountain, and Zhao Zhen asked about Phytolacca about Taoist temples.
Phytolacca naturally replied: "I once came out of here."
Zhao Zhen didn't react at first, but after hearing his explanation, she was a little shocked.
"Were you a Taoist priest in the past?"
Shang Lu nodded and said: "A semi-Taoist priest. Later, my master felt that we were buried in the mountain, so he drove me and my brothers and sisters down the mountain."
After hearing this, Zhao Zhen frowned and asked, "As far as I know, the Xuantian Taoist also came from Liuyun Temple."
"It's my uncle."
Shang Lu said: "After the ancestor passed away, my two uncles went down the mountain. Only my master stayed on the mountain to succeed the temple master. My brothers and sisters and I were the children adopted by the master from the foot of the mountain. That year The snow was really heavy and I almost didn’t survive.”
"But speaking of my uncle, he is also doing his own evil. The alchemy method is meant to deceive people, but it is actually a poisonous elixir. Sooner or later, this will happen."
After hearing this, Zhao Zhen agreed and said, "Brother Lu, it's good if you understand clearly."
"Um."
Shangluca nodded and then asked: "What about you?"
"I?"
"Your surname is Zhao, and you are followed by so many secret guards when you travel. I'm afraid you are not an ordinary royal relative. First, you mentioned the Marquis of Qingbo. Could it be that you are a Marquis?"
Zhao Zhen nodded and said: "Exactly."
Shang Lu asked: "Isn't the word Xinglong also fake?"
Zhao Zhen admitted: "Yongdinghou, Zhao Quan."
Shang Lu nodded after hearing this and said: "That's right. It is said that the Marquis of Yongding and the Marquis of Qingbo have not dealt with each other since they arrived, and there is also a lot of friction secretly."
"According to your opinion, it was Marquis Qingbo who killed you. What grudge does he have against you that he wants to wield a butcher's knife? If anyone notices, it will probably be a serious crime."
"Because of the fiefdom matter."
Zhao Zhen waved her hands and said: "These are all past events, so don't mention them."
Shangluca nodded and said: "That's fine."
Zhao Zhen was walking, but suddenly stopped.
"You might as well tell me about that person just now."
"Mr. Chen?"
"good."
Shanglu thought for a while and asked, "Why did Brother Zhao come south here?"
Zhao Zhen glanced at him and said: "Taoist Xuantian once talked about Immortal Immortal before he died, and also mentioned Qiuyuefang and Mr. Chen."
"In addition, when punishing the rebels in the early years, the Peach Blossom Sword Immortal robbed the execution ground, and the people who were robbed were all people from Qiuyuefang. When I went south this time, I saw Mr. Wen's painting again. Painting, Zhao thought, maybe there really is a so-called Immortal Immortal in this world."
"It turns out that Brother Zhao knows about Mr. Chen."
"indeed……"
Zhao Zhen looked back at the mountain behind her and said, "But after seeing it, Zhao was a little disappointed."
"Disappointed?" Shanglun asked.
Zhao Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Actually, I have never believed in these divination theories. Although Mr. Chen did predict exactly what I was thinking, Zhao has seen too many talented people and can observe words, colors, and emotions." It’s not uncommon for people to think about people’s thoughts, and Zhao doesn’t believe that he really calculated it.”
Shang Lu shook his head when he heard this and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. Brother Zhao has already missed it. It's too late to say anything."
Zhao Zhen asked: "Do you really think that person calculated it?"
Shanglu kept silent and just said: "Qiuyue Square is right ahead. I'll buy two peaches."
Zhao Zhen glanced at him and shook her head.
He felt that this person was also wise, but why was he confused about such a matter.
Phytolacca has been shopping in this shop for a long time. Although he saw many peaches of various colors, he never found one he was satisfied with.
Zhao Zhen asked: "Aren't the ones I've seen just now pretty good?"
Shang Lu said: "Master liked to eat peaches when he was alive, but at that time he was very poor and could only buy them once a year. Every time he went there, Master would always deal with the vendors. In order to buy the biggest and sweetest peaches, he would even wait until When the stall is closed at sunset, even so, Master eats the worst peaches and leaves the good ones to us."
He smiled and said, "I just want to pick the best one."
After hearing this, Zhao Zhen said: "Master, please do me a great kindness."
Shangluca was humble most of the time, but when Zhao Zhen talked about it like this, he replied: "I think so too."
True to what he said, Phytophaga shanghai visited the entire Qiuyue Square and bought some of the biggest and sweetest peaches. He didn't eat any of them and took them all back to the mountain.
By the time we returned to the mountain, it was already sunset.
It's dark in the mountains, so be careful where you step.
Zhao Zhen practiced swordsmanship diligently and also learned the method of internal strength. These journeys were not a problem for him, but in comparison, he, a fifth-grade martial artist, was not as good as the eighth-grade Master Lu.
There are nine levels of martial arts in the world, with the seventh level being a master, and the eighth level being a great master. As for the ninth level, there has never been one.
After Zhao Zhen entered the Taoist temple, she took another look at the Taoist temple.
After coming in again, he felt that everything about this Taoist temple was strange.
The dead peach tree, the man in black sitting at the stone table, the empty main hall, and the incense burner without incense.
No matter how you look at it, something is wrong.
This time Mo Yuan didn't stop him, he just sat on the stone table and looked at him with interest.
Zhao Zhen didn't care and followed Phytolacca to the backyard.
Shang Lu took some incense candles from the main hall, and then took Tao Zi to his master's grave.
However, according to the rules, he had to serve the peaches to the ancestor first, and then the master.
Phytolacca burned the yellow paper and lit the incense candles.
He breathed a long sigh of relief, held the incense in front of him, and said: "My disciple is unfilial. He came a little late and failed to fulfill his filial piety to his master. It is really wrong."
Shang Lu bowed three times, and he was full of apologies. Then he talked about the situation back then, and he always had endless things to say.
Zhao Zhen stood far away and did not disturb him. He could not listen to the words between life and death.
Chen Changsheng came to Zhao Zhen's side with the book in hand and asked: "These brothers and sisters all have sincere thoughts. It's a pity that the world is desolate, and the yin and yang can be separated in the blink of an eye."
Zhao Zhen paused for a moment, looked at this person, and asked: "Compared with this, I am a little curious why you can convince him like this. In Zhao's opinion, he should be a wise person, but he just believed it." Your lies are false."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "Is Prince Xiang curious?"
Zhao Zhenxu raised her eyes and said: "Since you are in Daxiang, why should you call me the king? You are the king, not the king of Xiang."
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "Chen is not from here, so there is no need to address the king with respect."
Zhao Zhen snorted lightly, but he didn't care anymore.
"I don't like to meddle in other people's business, but he saved my life. I can't let him mislead me into believing a traitor."
