Chapter 1873: Little teacher!

Teaching a teacher!
寥寥 Four words, but like a thunder.
Heng Yi immediately frowned, not pleasing: "Little friends, Bo Yazi ancestor to create a martyrdom, is the ancestor of my Taoist system, may there be other divisions?"
He felt ridiculous, and even regretted taking Lin to find him.
To his surprise, the predecessor of the guardian who had been sitting in this place for countless years, at this moment, was rarely surprised to show up, and stood up directly!
His glare is like shining on the great day of Tianyu, and it is full of heavenly high power. The Hengzheng next to him is tight and has difficulty breathing.
Lin Xun is even more uncomfortable, his mood is depressed, and his pores are upside down.
"How did you know about this?"
The skinny old man's voice is low, word by word, like a thundering thunder and screaming through the forest of the heart of the forest, it seems that as long as he dares to lie, there will be a disaster of extinction.
At this moment, Lin searched for a surprisingly calm, saying: "If you want to know the predecessors, let me see the predecessors of Bo Yazi, it will be clear at a glance."
When he said this, he also suffered tremendous pressure.
And the Hengyi next to them has been stunned there, Bo Yazi ancestor... actually really another teacher?
The skinny old man looked deeply at Lin Xun, and the whole body swelled all over the air, and it became plain again.
Then he casually said: "I am Bo Cliff."
In a word, it is light and fluttering, but at this time, Lin Xun and Heng Yi are all in one, and then they are all unbelievable.
A guardian who has been sitting in this place for countless years, is the real identity of the Taoist ancestor?
It was said that Lin Xun felt wrong, and even Heng Yi was awkward and lost his voice. "How can this be? The portrait of Bo Yazi's ancestors is still hanging in the place of Zongmen's inheritance. You can not open this. Kind of jokes."
"That picture is fake."
The skinny old man looks dull.
"All the classics in the Zongmen Gate are recorded. In ancient times, the masters of Bo Cliffs wanted to prove a higher path and chose to leave the Zongmen. Since then, there has been no news..."
Before the end of Heng Yi, the old and thin old people interrupted. "Is everything recorded in the classics must be true?"
Constantly lived, and there was a sigh of relief.
What I saw today is too ridiculous, and his mood has turned over the sea. For a time, some of them are indigestible and unacceptable.
The thin old man sees this, can not help but sigh softly, said: "Heng Hao, you are 4,316, you entered the Zongmen in the winter, right?"
Heng Yi nodded subconsciously.
The skinny old man said: "Your master respects Yulinzi. When you took over the post, I didn't tell you. Since ancient times, this is only the place where the Tibetan monk can only practice the ancestor Bo Yazi."
Heng Yan’s eyes drifted and he thought for a moment and then nodded again.
The skinny old man said: "Do you think that the role of a guardian can destroy this rule?"
Said, he throws it away, a piece of lavender jade flies out, "take it and see."
Hengzheng quickly took it, took it in his hand and watched it. When he was struck by lightning, he lost his voice: "This is the martyrdom of the ancestor!"
The thin old man no longer speaks.
Can be a constant but a sigh of relief, stumbled to the ground: "I don't know how to pass on the people, see the founder!"
In the voice, there is a lot of excitement.
He was so surprised that he didn't even think that this time it was to help Lin find a busy one, but he thought about it, and let him discover a big secret of this hidden peak!
When you open a ancestor, you will live in front of you!
And Hengzheng is sure that all this is true, because the martyrdom can never be faked!
"You... is it really a predecessor?"
Lin couldn't help but ask for it at the moment.
"Get up."
The thin old man’s sleeves waved, and the constant squatting on the ground was directly held up.
The skinny old man is indifferent: "If it is a fake, may you see your lies? However, you are a young man, but you know that I have another teacher. Who told you this? If you don’t say it, you can’t Leave this place."
Heng Hao could not help but remind: "Little friends, you are not going to see Bo Yazi master? His old man is in front of you."
Lin Xun took a deep breath, his palm turned over, and he had a three-inch high, white body and a white jade bottle.
He whispered: "This treasure should prove my identity."
However, the thin old man did not listen to this sentence at all. From the first sight of the sheep fat jade bottle, his whole face changed greatly, the incense was incredible, and the dusty memories were like tides. Just in my heart.
On the shore of a blue ocean, on the white sand beach, the son of a fisherman's house, the skin is tanned, sitting on the ground, seriously said: "Can you teach me to practice?"
Next to it, a young man was resting on his arms, lying on the beach, leaning his legs, and biting a tender grass stem in his lips.
Hearing, he spit out the grass in his lips and couldn’t help but smile: "Haha, little guy, you said you want to practice?"
"Correct!"
"seriously?"
"Do you still lie to you?"
The fisherman’s son was only 11 or 12 years old and was questioned. He suddenly blushed.
"Oh, oh, little fisherman, don't be angry."
The young man sat up, smiled at the boy's head, and then turned his palms to reveal a three-inch high fat jade bottle.
"Hey, I will give you a test. If you can fill this bottle with sand, I will teach you the way to practice when I come back next time."
With this sentence, the youth will take a big step.
The teenager laughed: "How difficult is this?"
But then, the boy was dumbfounded, and no matter how hard he tried, the small and inconspicuous bottle was like a bottomless pit, and he was always dissatisfied.
He refused to give up, insisted on sticking his teeth, and ate every day to eat sand and fill the bottle. It was more than a month passed.
On this day, the young man returned again and saw the dark teenager who was sweating in the sunset. He was slightly silent and gave a sigh.
But at this time, the teenager shouted: "I have succeeded!"
Said, he picked up the three-inch high fat jade bottle, buckled on the beach, the bottom of the bottle!
When the youth stayed, they couldn’t help but laugh: "It’s still clever, knowing that while working hard, you still know how to change, and when you change, you change, you change, then this is practice!"
From this day, the juvenile knew that the young man named Li Xuanwei came from a place called Fang Congshan.
That a sheep fat jade bottle, called the avenue unlimited bottle!
The only thing that regrets the boy is that the young man only promised to accept him as a registered disciple.
The picture changes -
The young boy of that year has grown into a quasi-imperialist figure in the wind, and it is not far from the emperor.
In the youth mouth, he still calls him "little fisherman".
"Little fisherman, the road in the future can only go by yourself. I have to go to a place, very far away. I don't know if I can come back later."
On this day, the young man found him, still the same as the year, smiling.
But he saw that there was a lingering embarrassment between the youth and the eyebrows.
"Master, where are you going?"
He couldn't help but ask.
"This can't tell you, otherwise it will definitely hurt you."
When the young man smiled, he flashed and flew away.
This is also the last time he saw Master.
On that day, he had already fought for many years in the world, but he burst into tears. Like a boy who left his hometown when he was a teenager, he was full of disappointment when he followed the teacher’s practice.
"Master respect..."
All kinds of memories and pictures in the past have come to my heart, and the skinny old man can't help but scream out, and his eyes are red.
Even though it is the emperor, even though he has been through the countless years of the past, he is still a small fisherman in the eyes of the master!
"Master respect..."
He looked stunned and murmured.
At this moment, Heng Yan was shocked and directly dumbfounded. How could Bo Yazi's ancestors see a bottle of water and become so dysfunctional?
Lin Xun is also very surprised, but soon realized that Bo Yazi should be remembered Li Xuanwei brother!
For a long time, Bo Yazi recovered from the embarrassing emotions. He took a few deep breaths and barely pressed his heart.
When looking at Lin Xun, his look has become more relaxed, saying: "Little friends, this treasure... Where did you come from?"
There is a hint of hope in the voice.
"This is what my brother gave me." Lin Xun answered truthfully.
Bo Yazi stunned and couldn’t help but say: "Dare to ask your brother is..."
"Li Xuanwei."
This time, Lin seeks to use the sound.
Bo Cliff's pupil dilated and stayed for a while, and also said in a voice: "You... is Fang Chuanshan's successor?"
Lin Xun nodded: "Li Xuanwei is ranked 13th, and I am ranked 50th."
He has already determined the identity of Bo Cliff, and naturally he does not have to hide it.
Seeing that Lin Xun has said that the division is in the ranks of the division, the last trace of doubt in Bo's heart is completely eliminated.
He took a deep breath and stumbled to the ground: "Remember the disciple Bo Yazi, I have seen a small uncle."
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Also, what is a registered disciple?
What is Xiao Shishu?
Heng Yi only feels that he is going to be mad. From entering the peak of Tibet, the things he encountered are so incredible, so shocking, it is like dreaming...
Lin Xun was also shocked. Bo Yazi was the founding father of Shu Daozong. One of the horrors that had been proved to be emperor as early as in ancient times.
Now, I am going to swear by myself in the etiquette of the younger generation.
"Predecessors are getting up, and the younger generation can't afford this number of gifts."
Lin Xun almost subconsciously went to Fubo Cliff.
But it can't help at all!
I saw Bo Yazi seriously: "No matter how old you are, no matter how old you are, no matter how deep the road is, you are both a teacher and a teacher. I am naturally a teacher of my son. I am going to salute you. This is a matter of righteousness."
After a pause, he continued: "And, the younger uncles have to call my predecessors again, and I don't want to call myself a younger generation. Although I am a famous disciple, the etiquette and rules can not be chaotic."
The words are serious and serious.
Lin was dumb and speechless, a bitter smile.