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Flowers never fall, energy lasts forever, two armors and three armors seek eternal life!
This is what the owner of Peach Blossom Village is looking for.
"Does the owner of Peach Blossom Manor want to protect the son of this rebellious official?"
The old man, who is over half a century old, has walked out of the alley. He is wearing a black scholar's shirt with wide sleeves and ordinary facial features. He is ten steps away from Tao Yanghua, the owner of the Peach Blossom Village under the peach blossom tree of the wine shop. These ten steps are what he thinks he can control.
The nine-foot-tall Peach Blossom Manor owner did not answer but asked instead: "I heard that your Du family had a Jinshi a few years ago and worked as an errand in the Host and Guest Department, one of the four departments of the Ministry of Etiquette. Why are you, the Du family, so anxious to pave the way for the temple?"
The old man who was said to be the centerpiece did not hide anything. He half-leaned his body and bowed his hands in a salute: "To be honest, the owner of the village is Du Guangsheng, the eldest grandson of my Du Qiao. I am here to seek a future for him in the Ministry of Etiquette!"
"It stands to reason that I, a charlatan, shouldn't interfere in temple affairs, and I don't care about the relics of rebellious ministers. Since I am a guest, if there is another accident, who would dare to come to my shabby shop?!"
Tao Yanghua, the owner of Peach Blossom Manor, was speaking while fiddling with the blood-red purple clay pot in his hand.
Du Qiao, who was wearing a black scholar's shirt, stared blankly: "I will pay for all losses!"
The owner of Peach Blossom Manor raised the corners of his mouth, put on a smile and shook his head: "This is not about money!"
When Du Qiaoming heard this, his eyes were slightly cold: "Is the owner going to protect him today?"
Tao Yanghua frowned slightly: "It's not about protecting him, it's about my rules!"
Du Qiao felt that he was going out of his way to embarrass himself. He was able to find Zhao Zhengli only by chance. Maybe the news had leaked out at this moment. After today, the rivers, lakes and temples would definitely be offering a reward of 100,000, and hereditary titles would flock to Taojia Town.
For the Du family, in addition to the hereditary title, there is a slight temptation, and a reward of 100,000 is not uncommon. If the Du family has no one in the temple, they may not rashly interfere with it, but there is Du Guangsheng who works in the host and guest department of the Ministry of Etiquette. Although there is The Jianghu Du family is backing it, and no one is trying to get in the way, but who doesn’t want to put the icing on the cake and let the people above them help?
Giving gifts in the temple is a matter of knowledge. Money and beauty are too direct, and if you don't mess with them, you will be removed from the official hat. Only those things that are worthless and exceed money are best given to people's hearts by chance, and they are both appetizing and lovable. Obviously nowadays The son of a rebellious minister is the most suitable "object" for "courtesy exchanges" between the temple and the world.
Du Qiao's eyes widened: "I will have no choice but to offend the village owner!"
Under the peach blossom tree, the nine-foot-tall Bujuzhong young man gently put down his book, sucked on the blood-red purple sand spout, and made an empty sound of "squeak, squeak". He put down the empty pot helplessly, put his hands behind his hands and raised his eyes with interest: "Oh? How do you plan to offend me?"
"Learn a lesson from the village owner on how to keep peach blossoms from falling!"
When Du Qiao raised the sleeves of his black Confucian shirt, the surrounding zhenqi instantly enveloped the spot, surrounding him as the center, forming a faint transparent barrier, evolving a vague Taoist rhyme. This is the great master's influence on the world's great ways. If you understand all the insights, you will be able to understand one path and all the paths, then you will become a land immortal.
"You want to try it? Then try it!"
The owner of the Peach Blossom Village straightened his waist, grabbed the three-petal peach blossom that was falling down, and casually flicked it towards Ducci, who was ten steps away. The three peach blossoms were arranged in a string, changing from slow to fast, leaving a pink trail in the air film.
bass!
The next moment, a sword-like edge was revealed, and the sword tip, sword body, and sword hilt were condensed. If not for seeing it with one's own eyes, who would have thought that the pink long sword was made of three peach blossoms?
The distance of ten steps was reached in an instant, and the pink sword penetrated directly through the barrier. The "click" sound was as clear as glass breaking. Du Qiao hurriedly rolled up his sleeves, twisting out a tornado-like vortex of infuriating energy, and twisted the pink sword that penetrated his infuriating barrier. It shattered into pieces and turned into three peach blossoms falling to the ground.
bass!
Du Qiao took out the short blade from nowhere and stabbed the owner of Peach Blossom Village actively. The short blade was radiated with sword light under the blessing of zhen qi, and the zhen qi attached to the short blade turned into a huge zhen qi sword.
With murderous intent, the sword energy pressed against the middle-aged man in a nine-foot plain shirt. The owner of Peach Blossom Manor remained unmoved. He raised his arm with one hand and clamped the slashed sword energy between his two fingers. Then he turned sideways and flicked his index finger, and the vast true energy was transformed into it. The sword shattered with a "click".
Du Qiao, who was over half a hundred years old, felt his arm shake, and the short blade in his hand fell out of control. He retreated in shock.
Chen Xiaoyao, who was watching the battle, exclaimed: "Damn, what a strong finger!"
Zhao Zhengli, who was clothed in coarse linen, kept a close eye on the two fighting grand masters, trying to understand the faintest traces of the Taoism of the two powerful men.
Buzz!
The owner of Peach Blossom Manor's sword-playing hand rotated and released a palm of true energy, which was soft yet strong.
After retreating, Du Qiao was overwhelmed. He clearly realized that he was not strong enough and wanted to retreat. However, he just thrust out the sword and took two steps forward. The distance was within ten steps. In addition, his skills were not good enough. He had to bite the bullet and faced him. With this palm strike, he was knocked back dozens of meters without any suspense, and it was not until he knocked down two stone walls in the alley that he stabilized his body.
Du Qiao, who was over half a century old, was covered in dust, and his old figure looked even more embarrassed. His old red face had a stiff expression, and a trace of blood slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his expression relaxed, leaving no hidden dangers of internal injuries.
Du Qiao ignored the blood at the corner of his mouth, bowed slightly in his black scholar's shirt, and gave a fist-cup salute to the middle-aged man who was pressing him down with only one hand: "Thank you, Master, for showing mercy, I can't take this "gift"" But he won’t give up unless he stays with the village owner for the rest of his life. Besides, the rest of the Jianghu Temple must be here soon. Can the village owner stop the entire Jianghu and Temple alone? "
The owner of Peach Blossom Villa could not move even half a step from beginning to end, and touched Qian Qian's beard: "Of course you are a guest in the store, and leaving certainly has nothing to do with me. As for the whole world of rivers and lakes and temples you mentioned, it seems a bit far away. I What we have to do is guard the store!”
Under the eaves of the wine shop, Chen Xiaoyao, a man in green robes, poked Zhao Zhengli, who was wearing burlap cloth, with his thundering knife number 13 in the Weapon Book: "Hey! Brother, why don't you stay here for a few more days? Brother, I'll leave first and help you. Are you going to Qingcheng Mountain to call someone?"
Zhao Zhengli looked at him in surprise: "Have you been thinking about this excuse to escape for a long time?"
Chen Xiaoyao smiled awkwardly: "I can't help if I stay, you might as well let me go and bring in reinforcements!"
Zhao Zhengli was lost in thought. He really couldn't help him when being targeted by the Grand Master. What's more, people seeking wealth and profit from the rivers, lakes and temples were probably coming towards him. There was no need for the two of them to get acquainted by chance to implicate this "free" man. Thinking of this, he said: "Let's go!"
Unexpectedly, Chen Xiaoyao was startled: "You really don't regard me as a friend! How could I abandon you in times of crisis? Didn't you hear the joke?"
The series of questions made Zhao Zhengli confused and speechless. This guy was quicker than a woman to fall out.
Du Qiao, who was over half a hundred years old, left. The owner of Peach Blossom Village did not pay attention to the two "culprits" in the store. He just said lightly: "Take care of the body by yourself. Don't worry about the collapsed wall!" Then he picked up the empty pot and filled it. Peach blossom stuffing, lying on the wicker chair under the peach tree again, reading a book, drinking from the spout of a blood-red purple clay pot filled with peach blossom stuffing, the spring breeze blowing, and the peach blossom petals falling.
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A wind blew in the territory of the Qing Kingdom. The source was the old emperor who suddenly fell ill. People died for wealth, and birds died for food. What's more, on the basis of "wealth", a hereditary title was added, which made Qing Kingdom's rivers, lakes and temples It is so turbulent that even external forces are ready to take action.
Because there are rumors in the Qing Dynasty that the "relict son of a rebellious minister" has recently passed through the Wulu Temple, and can obtain temple secrets worth more than 100,000 gold and a hereditary title from him. It is difficult not to be tempted by such an opportunity, and its temptation The Wu Lu Temple itself has far surpassed what was originally a slim chance, and many aristocratic families and sects hidden in the world have come out to join in the fun.
In the Qingdu Palace of Qingcheng Mountain in Sichuan, a burly old man in gray robe with white hair and silver beard is twirling his beard and frowning. His whole body is filled with anger, as if he is restraining the anger that has nowhere to vent. Next to him, a white-robed man with white hair and white beard is also The old man was the complete opposite, with a slight smile on his face, a childlike appearance that was rosy and shiny, and an indescribably otherworldly temperament.
The gray robe glared at the smiling white robe: "I said, Master, that's our seventh junior brother. The master's only hope is to reveal the secrets of heaven and become a celestial being. Now we are facing a life and death crisis, and you are still laughing. come out?"
Xiao was too eager, or there was nothing he could do with the white-robed leader, causing veins to pop out on his face.
The white-robed leader straightened his beard with his hand, and said: "Second Taoist, your state of mind is still lacking! Every good must have bad, and the worse, the better. Good fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and there is no need to rush anything! "
The old man in gray robes, silver beard and white hair twitched the corner of his mouth and said bluntly: "...This reason can only come from the leader, you. If it were someone else, I would definitely slap him and knock off his front teeth!"
The white-robed leader was not angry at the rude junior brother and smiled: "Then according to the second Taoist's opinion, what should we do now?"
"Naturally, let me wait for the old guy to come forward and support me!"
"If the court still refuses to give up, what should we do? Participate in party struggles? Or overthrow the temple? Or cause chaos in the world?"
The second person was questioned and said decisively: "If you really have no choice, just close the door, cut yourself off from the world, and ignore the rivers, lakes and temples!"
The head of the white robe shook his head: "Born in the same world, who can be alone? Unless a true immortal has the ability to open up a small world and achieve true isolation, he will never be able to escape this river, lake and temple. !”
The second man in gray robe was speechless for a moment because of the leader's kind words.
Seeing this situation, the head of the white robe smiled brightly with his red and moist face: "I can't wait to come forward. This is the best strategy at the moment. Let the man in the temple feel at ease. On the surface, this dead situation of the Seventh Junior Brother is unsolvable, but in fact It has been unlocked by all forces.”
The second person was puzzled: "Where to start?"
"The temple is in chaos. Now that the emperor is old, what is he most worried about?"
"Of course Jiangshan changed his surname and the imperial court seized power. What does this have to do with my junior brother?"
"This requires looking at the root of the problem from the emperor's perspective. Only he understands whether my junior brother's parents are really rebellious ministers. Rebellious ministers, rebellious ministers. Naturally, a person cannot be rebellious. He needs party members. If there are no party members, how can he be called a rebellious minister? The emperor wants it. Of course, it’s just a matter of whether the rebellious minister’s son has any party members! If not, what will happen even if he reaches the level of a great master? Although several ancestral heads and masters touted that he has the potential to become a celestial being, that is “hopeful” after all, and Not absolutely, the emperor will naturally not be at ease if the rebellious minister has no followers. He can accommodate the old tribes of the Ten Kingdoms and the remnants of the previous dynasty, and of course he can also accommodate the remnant of the rebellious minister, provided that the emperor has full control."
"What if during this period, my junior brother is forced to perish by the world and the temple?"
"The louder the noise, the safer it is. Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet each other. Even if the world is big, it is big, and even if it is small, it is small. This is especially true for temples. There are more hostile forces gathered, old and new grudges. You fight for it, and no one can. He doesn't want anyone to succeed, so he has no time to care about the coming and going. With the cleverness of the young junior brother, it is not a problem to escape in the chaos. As long as he escapes from the Grand Master, he may not be afraid of other realms. On the contrary, he can use this to hone himself. Such a rare experience , how could I be angry?"
"..."
The second person was speechless, but his heart was still half-suspended, and suddenly he couldn't find a reason.
The head of the fair-haired and childlike-looking man said cheerfully: "Laughter is in the world, chaos is in the temple!"
