Luoxianji, Xiao family.
After Xiao Yang and his son returned safely, they sealed the secret room directly. After checking that there were no omissions, the father and son in the secret room really relaxed and panted heavily.
Looking at each other, their eyes were full of excitement and excitement, and their hearts were beating fast.
After calming down, Xiao Yang's father's eyes fell on Xiao Yang, "Yang'er, do you know what appeared in the sky above Luoxianji today?"
At this moment, Xiao Yang's father's eyes were shining, staring at Xiao Yang, and his body was shaking with excitement.
"Dad, something happened. Is it a big deal?"
"After I entered the teahouse, I was shocked by the young master. I didn't know anything. Did something big happen today?" Xiao Yang looked at his father solemnly. Listening to his father's tone, he was sure that something must have happened today. What a big deal.
"Let's not talk about it for now, Yang'er, do you still remember what the young master looked like today?" Xiao Yang's father stared at Xiao Zhan with great excitement. Now he wanted to confirm one thing, and that was what Xiao Yang said. Young Master, does he have anything to do with the figure that appeared in the void? If so, then Xiao Yang has risen since then.
Originally he wouldn't have thought so, but after seeing Confucianism and Taoism, he had no choice but to think so.
Seeing his father's expression, Xiao Yang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it was not a bad thing, otherwise his father would not be like this. Although he didn't know, Xiao Yang still replied honestly.
"Remember, of course I remember. The appearance of the young master has been engraved in my mind. The young master must be an expert."
Speaking of Ye Chen, Xiao Yang looked excited and in awe.
"That's good. Then draw a picture of the young master and show him to me." Xiao Yang's father said excitedly at this moment.
"Dad, what happened to the young master?"
"Dad doesn't know the young master, does he?"
Xiao Yang looked curious. He didn't know why his father was so excited and wanted to know what the young master looked like.
"Why is there so much nonsense? Just paint."
Xiao Yang's father couldn't help but scolded.
At this moment, he just wanted to confirm whether the young master Xiao Yang mentioned was related to the phantom.
"All right!"
Xiao Yang was very helpless.
Xiao Yang could not practice cultivation, but he was very accomplished in calligraphy and painting. When he picked up the pen, a portrait soon appeared on the rice paper.
White clothes are better than snow, gentle and elegant, just like banishing an immortal.
"Yes, that's him."
"Plop!"
When Xiao Yang was confused, Xiao Yang's father knelt on the ground with a bang and bowed to the portrait.
His eyes were full of awe.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
Xiao Yang hurriedly went to help his father.
"Shut up, what do you know?"
"You bastard, please kneel down and worship me."
"This is your opportunity, you must kneel down."
Xiao Yang's father's words were full of solemnity.
"Dad, tell me why you have to kneel down!"
Xiao Yang was still puzzled.
"snort!"
"do you know?"
"Did anything strange happen during today's Luo Xian Gathering?" Xiao Yang's father stared at his son and asked for the second time.
"Dad, please tell me what kind of vision happened, and what it has to do with kneeling before the portrait of the young master. I know that the young master must be a Confucian and Taoist scholar, his strength must be astonishing, and he must be a big shot, but we can't kneel down casually. "Xiao Yang said stubbornly.
"snort!"
"You bastard, kneel down!"
Xiao Yang's father's aura exploded and suppressed Xiao Yang to his knees.
After Xiao Yang was suppressed and knelt down, Xiao Yang's father breathed a sigh of relief.
Slowly said: "Today, an ancient battlefield appeared in the sky above Luoxianji. Tens of thousands of demons were everywhere. The demons were real demons, not the evil demons we know. Those demons came from the demon world, were extremely powerful, and were rampant. Bogey, those real demons are just a shadow that can make people's souls tremble, but in the vision, a shadow appears, walking in the void, a pen appears in the hand, and with one stroke, it kills all the demons.
"One stroke can wipe out all demons."
"Do you know how much cultivation that requires?"
"That level of realm is beyond our knowledge. Which figure in the strange scene is 90% similar to the young master you drew. The 10% dissimilarity is not because of It's not like that, but a figure in the vision. We can't see his face clearly.
Speaking of this, Xiao Yang's father looked palpitated and in awe.
"Dad, the young master has been in the teahouse the whole time. It is impossible to go out to kill the enemy."
"Don't tell me that one of the young master's clones killed the demon world, and then the scene of the demon world coincidentally appeared in Luoxianji because of a mirage!" Xiao Yang said a little aggrievedly. At this moment, he was still kneeling down while being suppressed by his father. .
However, at this moment, Xiao Yang already believed in Ye Chen.
If you are not supremely powerful, how can you do it? Just a few words have a Taoist rhyme, and they are also Confucian and Taoist.
"Perhaps, when the young master was writing, memories appeared in his mind?"
"How can we speculate on the supreme existence?"
"Also, why did the young master give you the calligraphy?" Xiao Yang's father asked in confusion.
Hearing this, Xiao Yang instantly fell into memories and murmured: "Today, I booked a teahouse and prepared to hold a small cultural gathering. I planned to take advantage of the cultural gathering to donate some silver to relieve the people who have been attacked by monsters these days. Those people who were harmed.”
"And the young master happened to appear in the teahouse. I saw that the young master had an extraordinary temperament, like a banished immortal. I was astonished, so I invited the young master to participate in the cultural gathering. The young master asked me the purpose of holding the cultural gathering, and I said, I was going to donate some silver to help the people, and then the young master laughed and said, if you are poor, you can only benefit yourself, and if you are successful, you can help the world..."
"Dad, could it be that Young Master gave me the Confucian Way because I care about the people and saw that I couldn't practice?" At this moment, Xiao Yang suddenly thought about it and his eyes widened.
"That's it, that's it!"
"Yang'er, this makes sense. It must be like this. This makes it clear."
“Confucianism and Taoism emphasize benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom, trust, forgiveness, loyalty, and filial piety.”
"Your words are in line with the word 'benevolence and righteousness'. It must be the young master who was happy for a moment and gave you the opportunity."
"Yang'er."
"Since the great power is dressed up like a young master, there must be a reason for it. Let's call him a young master. Although you are not qualified to be a disciple, and the young master will not accept you as a disciple, you must kneel down. This is the way to teach and impart knowledge. Well, otherwise it would be treason, and the Xiao family will not tolerate such people." Xiao Yang's father's tone was extremely serious at this moment.
"Yes, Dad!"
"I understand, I kneel."
Xiao Yang bowed respectfully to the portrait and said, "Thank you, Master, for your blessing."
After the ceremony was completed, Xiao Yang bowed to the calligraphy and painting and bowed to the table again.
