Guan Boyan smiled and coughed twice, leading Zhao Chun to step forward: "Let your uncle Zhao speak in person."
He also introduced the girl's identity to Zhao Shun - she was named Du Xiao, and she was a disciple of Zhong Lan's disciple. Du Xiao was educated by his side. In name he was the master, but in fact he was responsible for teaching Taoism.
Zhao Xuan nodded slightly and thought to himself that this was the case. He thought that the fallen person must have been loved so much that he fell in love with him and took care of Du Xiao. After all, most Zhenying monks didn't care about trivial matters. He was so willing to do so. There are even fewer people who condescend to teach their disciples.
However, these were all guesses. Guan Boyan never stated it, so she only made some estimates in her mind.
Du Xiao saw Guan Boyan clenching a fist with one hand and putting it to her mouth, obviously smiling, and couldn't help but think carefully about where she had crossed paths with Zhao Shun.
Before she could think of it, Zhao Chun spoke and called calmly: "Fellow Taoist Feixue."
Du Xiao felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and stood motionless in front of the two of them. Then he saw a layer of red clouds on her cheeks quickly, and said in a daze: "So Uncle Guan knew about it from your mouth!"
"If it hadn't been for your uncle Zhao's message, I wouldn't have known you were playing such tricks in the Xiaozhu world." Guan Boyan pretended to be angry, but he didn't see how angry he was in his eyes.
It was natural for Zhao Chun to think about it. Shi Xiangyuan was on good terms with Zhong Lan. Guan Boyan was also very close to Zhong Lan's disciple and Du Xiao's teacher. He regarded Du Xiao as a junior and someone who watched her grow up. If not It was a huge mistake, but it didn't make me furious.
Sure enough, he put his hands behind his back and put the matter down gently: "It won't happen again."
The grievances in the Xiaozhu world are just the battles between the Foundation Establishment Ningyuan people. Although Du Xiao is a bit arrogant on weekdays, he is actually not reckless, but rather smart. Guan Boyan knows this, so he only gives a few instructions. , told her not to be naughty.
Du Xiao nodded slowly, then asked Zhao Shun again with a smile: "Who is Uncle Zhao? It was such a coincidence that we met together in the Xiaozhu world!"
Now that Zhao Shun knew her identity, he had nothing to hide, so he smiled and said, "My alias is Wu Que, but I have fought against you before."
There were not many people who could make her feel embarrassed. Although the two reconciled in the Sun Valley, Du Xiao still had fresh memories of the tall swordsman who came to wield the sword that day. She touched her nose shyly and said, "Uncle Zhao wasn't here yet at that time. My cultivation level is high, and I have condensed my essence now."
"You know this, you should practice hard on weekdays." Guan Boyan smiled even deeper and tapped the top of Du Xiao's hair with his knuckles.
After the three of them talked several times outside Fulin Cave Mansion, Zhao Chun realized that she had come specifically to see Pu Yue today. Du Xiao's fallen teacher was also the Taoist companion of Zhong Ziyun, the master of Fulin Cave Mansion. The relationship between the two was like mother and daughter.
She looks arrogant but has a kind heart. After Pu Yue entered the sect of Master Yuezhao, she might become friends with Du Xiao. When Zhao Shun saw this, he was even more pleased.
Guan Boyan has finished his responsibility. Now that Shi Xiangyuan is not in the sect, he and the elders are handling the affairs of the sect, which is very heavy. After introducing Du Xiao, he said goodbye. After Zhao Xuan asked when the sect leader would return, he stayed With the sentence "no more than two months", he went to Wumingtian.
There are a lot of things involved in the matter of the Heaven and Earth Furnace. We still have to wait for the leader to return to the sect and personally hold the cauldron and submit the report.
She turned her gaze to Du Xiao again and said calmly: "Speaking of which, there is one more thing that I need my nephew's help with."
Du Xiao didn't dare to respond. He suppressed a smile and said solemnly: "Uncle, please speak!"
This is the gate of Fulin Cave Mansion, not a place for discussion. The two of them moved to a secluded pavilion in the gate. Seeing Du Xiao's solemn face, he asked if he wanted to cast a sound-isolating spell. Zhao Xuan comforted her and said: "It's okay, it's nothing important. I just wanted to lend me the puppet that my nephew used to imitate the ginseng boy that day."
She said "Ah" and smiled: "What do I think it is? That doll is not a precious thing. Since my uncle needs it, when I return to the cave, I can ask someone to send a hundred and eighty of them to me!"
The doll was still an object made by Zhongzhong as a child for her to play with, but Du Xiao discovered some tricks that she could use to simulate other objects.
This thing is not precious. If Zhao Chuan is exchanged for something valuable, it will seem unfamiliar and not suitable. She pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "If my nephew needs to refine some small items in the future, he can come to Zhaosheng Cliff to find me."
Du Xiao didn't care much about returning gifts, but Zhao Chun was a newly promoted hero on the third list. It would be better to make friends with him, so he nodded and agreed: "Uncle, just don't think I'm bothering you!"
After getting her consent, Zhao Shun stood up to say goodbye and returned to Zhaosheng Cliff.
I still remember that when I was in Rizhong Valley, I was led by Shentong to a strange round temple. Now that I think about it, I am afraid it is the tomb of Lord Zhantian mentioned by Bailu, but Shentong has lost its spirituality, and only the body is left in her hands. , and is of no use as a guide.
If the doll can take on the appearance of a ginseng child, can it be controlled by spiritual consciousness to open a secret door?
She wasn't sure, but at the moment this was the only possible way, so she shouldn't miss it!
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To the south of Zhushan Mountain in Zhongzhou, there is a scene of pine forests spreading for thousands of miles. There are low hills, ravines and small ridges in the middle. The large river is cut into streams by the undulating surface, and several clear boundaries are separated.
In ancient times, smart travelers often came here to recite poems and compose poems. As they came and went, they decided on the nickname Yanxiling.
After traveling more than 1,300 miles from Yanxi Ridge, we arrived at Baiyuan City.
Yuan originally means a city. Because there are countless green willows planted in the city, and the catkins rise in the wind, like heavy snow in winter, it is named after the white character.
However, there are countless cities in Zhongzhou, and even among the small cities, Baiyuan cannot be ranked first. Because there are no very unique spiritual materials and elixirs nearby, and the city lord is not good at management, he can only have some low-level monks to come and go. Several sects in the nearby Yanxi Ridge are also small sects that are not popular. It's hard to create a climate.
It was precisely because Min Xiu knew this that he dreamed of visiting the big city every day. But the master said that there were many people in those places, and there were many battles. Little minions like her who had not yet established a foundation would only dissipate in the dust.
"How can we know for sure if we don't go and take a look?" Before Min Xiu mustered up the courage to argue with his master, the white-bearded old master died in his room at the end of his life.
Only then did she realize that the reason why the other party accepted her as his disciple was not because he really valued her, but because he couldn't bear that the sect's inheritance would end here after so many years in her own generation.
Establishing a sect is not a trivial matter. A monk must ask Zhushan for a land talisman, and then he can use the talisman to occupy a land and preach. As for how to measure whether a monk has the ability to establish a sect, it is not just about the level of cultivation, but more about the You must have the foundation of the technique.
Min Xiu's Qichuan sect, the founder of which was also a Guihe Zhenren, once dominated the Songyan Mountains, but after he passed away, the sect suffered successive setbacks and declined day by day in the strife. By the time she and her master were born, only the master was left. There are two disciples, one building the foundation and the other practicing Qi, to support the name of the entire sect.
"No matter what, the name of Qichuan cannot be changed, and the land talisman cannot be lost. As for the rest, you can do whatever you like." After saying this, the white-bearded old man's flesh rotted and turned into withered bones.
She held the land talisman in her hand, and was secretly coveted by the sects around Songyan Ridge. Just when she was anxious, someone knocked on the mountain door.
