The old man sighed softly: "Baiyun Palace? Is he lying to you like this?"
Qin Xian said in confusion: "Senior brother, the eighth Taoist sect is Baiyun Palace. Could it be that Senior Wen Jiangzi's writing was wrong?"
Congratulations, he smiled "Aha" and said in a sly voice: "I'm going to find some wild vegetables and other food for us. We can't eat potatoes every day. It's too shabby!"
The old man thought, it is true that each mountain is higher than the other, and the young is better than the old. This kid is so shameless to the point of being outrageous!
"Stop! Tell him the truth and let him make his own decision." The old man said coldly.
Congratulations, I secretly cursed in my heart, the nosy old man, but he turned around honestly, bent slightly, touched his nose, and said to Qin Xian embarrassedly: "Junior brother, this is a formal introduction to you. Join our sect. Our sect is a 'stealing sect', but it is not a robber's way. It is a 'robber' who has a way of stealing. When you asked me about it earlier, I told you nonsense, which made you misunderstand. But this can't be done. You blame me because you think so."
Looking at his slutty look, if others had been teased like this, they would have rushed forward to beat him up and congratulate him, but Qin Xian didn't do that. No one was willing to accept him in the first place, but now there are sects who are willing to accept him. He is good. Although Grandpa Ge has passed down the Sword Scripture, after all, he has burnt incense and entered this sect, so it is hard to go back on his word. However, listening to Grandpa Ge's tone, this thief does not seem to have much strength.
"Senior brother, don't worry. I made a mistake myself. Now that I have entered this sect, I will never regret it. There is just one thing that I have to tell my senior brother clearly."
After hearing the congratulations, Qin Xian didn't care and said happily: "You say it, you say it."
"Mr. Zhang Si of the Confucian sect doesn't allow me to practice, and all the sects dare not accept me. Now that senior brother accepts me, I'm afraid he will be offended." Qin Xian said solemnly.
Congratulations, he pondered for a moment, suddenly clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "Afraid of what he will do, if the sky falls, that bastard Shang Nengxi will hold it up, don't be afraid, just go in."
Qin Xian nodded.
"Senior brother, is there a big difference between the Baiyun Palace and our Thief Gate?" Qin Xian asked.
"A little bit, almost too much." Congratulations sounded a little guilty.
"One is like the bright moon in the sky, and the other is my broken house." It was the old man's voice.
Looking at Gong Xi's dark face, Qin Xian smiled heartily: "I would rather Grandpa Ge have more thatched huts, it can save lives!"
The old man's eyes were always fixed on Qin Xian, with a complicated look on his face.
Congratulations was also touched, holding Qin Xian's arms, pretending to choke and said: "I'm so touched, junior brother!"
Congratulations gave the old man a provocative look, but was naturally frightened and hid behind Qin Xian.
Qin Xian started to lift the "shovel sword" on the ground, but did not move it. She was surprised and said: "It's so heavy!"
"Perhaps you are injured and have never practiced Kung Fu. Get up and let me give it a try." Congratulations felt that this "shovel sword" looked bulky, but in fact it was made of nothing more than an ordinary iron-wood handle. It should not be used by ordinary adults. question.
He immediately picked it up and showed it to Qin Xian.
Not moving at all.
Congratulations to Bu Xie, who pretended to be relaxed and said to Qin Xian: "I didn't use any force just now, it was just a trivial thing to do with it, just watch!"
Congratulations, you tried your best and still didn't move at all.
Surprised: "So weird?"
The old man spoke up at the right moment: "You have to learn the Sword Scripture before you can pick it up, so don't waste your efforts in vain."
Qin Xian felt that she had gotten a good thing. After all, he had seen the strength of Senior Brother Congratulations, and he couldn't even lift it. Isn't he what the world calls a magic weapon?
Then he asked the old man in surprise: "Grandpa Ge, what is the name of this sword?"
Qin Xian looked at the book and saw that Wen Jiangzi recorded in the book "Sword Record" that all sword practitioners or monks who use swords have names for the swords in their hands. Qin Xian feels that this sword should have a name regardless of its appearance or magic.
"goddess……"
The old man's voice was mixed with endless melancholy. He paused and said, "Now it's yours. You can take it by yourself."
Qin Xian murmured: "Goddess, then let's call her Goddess!"
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A man in white lingered in front of the gate of Nanxue City for a long time.
The sun sank little by little, and the afterglow of dusk reflected the five-foot-high city gate in a bloody dark red, with the green paint shining brightly. The guarding black knights each wore iron masks, their eyes were numb, and their appearance could not be seen clearly.
On the first day of school in this newly built Nanxue Palace City, there were rumors that it had been invaded by thieves.
Xu Lai, the Minister of Rites of the Great Qing Dynasty, was seriously injured by a great man, so he ordered the students to stop recruiting students and arrest the culprits.
Xianlin stood in front of the city gate, looking at the Nanxue Pavilion separated by a wall, the place he longed for.
He visited Zhang Jian, but the other party never accepted him. Now when Nan Xue came to Zuzhou, his opportunity finally came. Xian Lin secretly clenched his fists and swore that he would become a Confucian disciple this time, even the lowest one. Tong Sheng!
It seemed to Xianlin that his father had spent his whole life working as a coward, working hard for the country and doing all the dirty work, but he still failed to regain Xian's family. He was so stupid! If Da Yan can't do it, can't he switch to Da Qing?
Xianlin lingered outside the city gate, thinking about how to get in. He talked to the black knight, but they ignored him.
When he was secretly worried, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and a figure walked over, followed by a group of black riders.
Wearing white Confucian robes, black hair, and black pupils.
His injured arm was wrapped in a white cloth.
The visitor looked in the direction of Xian Lin, with a touch of disgust in his eyes.
Xianlin stepped forward and was about to speak when he heard the man say: "We will no longer recruit students for the time being. Come back in a few days."
Seeing that this person is about to enter the city
Xian Lin stepped forward, bowed and said, "Sir, I have a clue about the thief!"
The scholar pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Follow me."
So Xianlin followed him into the city.
Pavilions, waterside pavilions, pavilions nestled among green trees and flowers, carved railings and jade columns, and winding corridors, what a Nanxue!
Along the way, Xian Lin was dumbfounded and determined to enter Confucianism.
Go to the top floor of the tallest building.
The scholar sat behind his desk and called two maids to remove the white cloth from his arms.
"Tell me, do you have any clues?" The scholar in white suddenly said, staring at Xian Lin.
Xian Lin was shocked, as if he saw the scene of the Confucian scholar's dream coming true, and the image of regaining his family that was imprinted deep in his memory.
"Qin Xian!" Xianlin said in a deep voice.
"I saw the portrait sent by the academy. Although it only looks a little like Qin Xian, the eyes are definitely unmistakable. Moreover, I have been to Qin Xian's house and found a lot of blood stains on the bed and the floor!" Xian Lin vowed.
At this time, the maid had already finished changing the medicine for the scholar. The scholar raised his eyebrows and said, "What about the other person?"
Xian Lin said: "This Qin Xian is usually a rogue, and that other person must be his new friend."
"Okay, I understand. Then you can collect the reward later." The scholar said calmly.
Xianlin suddenly fell to his knees and shouted loudly: "You villain, I don't want any rewards!"
The scholar narrowed his eyes and said with great interest: "Then what do you want?"
Xian Lin said: "If you want to enter Confucianism, you should follow the adults!" After saying this, he bowed to the ground.
The scholar's eyes were as deep as the sea, and he suddenly asked: "Just now, you said that the portrait only has three parts?"
"Yes!" Xianlin didn't know why he asked this, but he still answered truthfully.
The scholar gave the maid a wink, and the maid nodded. He stepped forward and hooked Xianlin. Xianlin approached as ordered. The girl suddenly raised her hand and slapped the latter hard.
Xianlin took this blow forcefully.
Cheeks are swollen.
He didn't know where he offended this gentleman.
"You dare to say that your paintings are untrue, and you are blinded!" the maid pointed at his nose and scolded him.
Xianlin quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.
The scholar Youyou said: "Get the reward and go back. This is not how you enter the Confucian sect. Come back after you have finished your studies."
Xianlin repeatedly said yes.
Shaking and stumbling, he left Nanxue.
humiliation? I kindly provided you with clues, but you still come to humiliate me?
Confucianism! Zhang Jian! What kind of bullshit is there, sir! Sooner or later you will fall into my hands!
Xianlin returned home full of resentment. When he saw his Xiantao sitting on the front steps, he ignored her and went straight back to the study.
"Who was beaten by him? What a waste." Eleven-year-old Xiantao muttered to himself.
At such a young age, he crossed his legs and sat leisurely on the stone steps basking in the sun. He looked nothing like he did at this age.
"Why don't I just kill him? I don't have to call him daddy. It's really annoying. How should I kill him? Divide him into pieces? Or drown him?" Xiantao said to himself.
Suddenly he shook his head again: "How could I watch him die like this?
How cruel! Why so cruel? Because I like it...hahaha! "
A gust of wind suddenly pushed the laughing Xiantao down the steps, and the chill quickly swept through his body like a tide. A branch of the dead tree outside the door was blown off, and it hit the ground with a "snap".
Xian Tao shouted angrily: "Which bastard, come out and show me to grandpa!"
"You'd better be calm, otherwise I don't mind losing the body you just gained. Although this child is born with no energy, he will die in another year. If you take over his body, you can give him a new life. The bloodline is still there, but after all, we are old friends, so don’t act recklessly." A voice rang in Xian Tao's ears, sounding like wet mist, ethereal and insubstantial.
Xiantao snorted coldly: "Pretend to be a ghost!"
Suddenly he seemed to feel something, so he ran towards the backyard. When he arrived at the pond in the backyard, he slowed down and squatted down by the pond, staring at a big black carp and jokingly said, "How dare you, a carp spirit, threaten Grandpa me?"
"It seems Yinglong didn't win you over." Hei Li said leisurely.
Yinglong...
That distant, hateful name that she didn't want to recall but was deeply engraved in Xian Tao's heart.
Xian Tao seemed like an evil monkey whose tail had been stepped on at this moment, and said ferociously:
"When I come out in my true form and regain my strength, I will definitely peel off his skin and cramp him!"
"Then you may not be able to wait for that day, Yinglong has already ascended." Big Black Carp said.
"I've ascended..." Xian Tao showed a hint of disappointment, and suddenly clapped his hands in surprise: "Then I'm not number one in the demon world, no, number one in the world! Okay, it's great to ascend!"
The big black carp said calmly: "That's not necessarily the case."
Xiantao's eyes immediately narrowed and asked: "Who else?"
The big black carp said calmly: "The peak of the Heaven Seizing Realm, Nanshan - Gu Chu..."
