Chapter 510: Liquor to relieve worries

　　 "Master, what exactly is Tao?"
"This question... When you explore on your own, the Tao that every monk sees in his eyes is different from that of others."
"Then Master, do cultivators only fight for treasures?"
"It's not just a fight for treasures. Taoism is relative, its own way of cultivating conflicts, or concepts are different. If there are old hatreds, they will all face each other..."
The idle courtyard falls, and the curved water flows down.
Yang Jian arbitrarily, sitting by the running water, watching the lazy clouds on the horizon.
Beside him, a slender girl sitting dignified on her knees, her small face full of solemnity, listening carefully to Master's explanation of her unknown way.
Although she didn't know why Master suddenly came back to give instructions on her practice, Zixia still cheered in her heart, listening to Yang Jian's words and observing Master's words and deeds.
On the side, Ao Xinke came with a flower basket and exchanged good drinks and food for Yang Jian, softly greeted a few words about Zixia's practice, and went away without disturbing the difficult pair of masters and disciples.
Yang Jian was obviously in a good mood today, and he whispered a few words with his wife in front of his apprentice, making Zixia, who didn't know what the relationship between men and women, also blushed.
When Yang Jian explained two Taoist scriptures for Zixia, Zixia was a little drowsy, and it was getting late.
"Let’s stop here today," Yang Jian said in a warm voice, thinking that being a master should be more dignified and straight up, "Go back and write three times silently on the scriptures you heard today. As a teacher tomorrow, I will ask you about it. summary."
Zixia nodded quickly, her small face full of firmness.
"Go back, Master will also go to your wife," Yang Jian said jokingly, and he was about to stand up with his knees.
Zixia quickly got up, her fringed skirt wafting lightly, and she hurriedly supported her "teacher father", her expression was quite respectful, but her expression was a bit hesitant.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "If there is anything I want to ask, has Master beat and scolded you?"
"Hey," Zixia replied in a low voice, and then asked in a soft voice, "Master, I heard Master Yin say that there is a Master Yin Hong who seems to have done something wrong. What is that ordinary thing?"
Yang Jian sighed lightly and motioned for Zixia to follow her, strolling gently in the backyard corridor.
"Yin Hong was originally the second prince of Yin and Shang, and his brother was framed by Daji and treacherous official Fei Zhongyouhun, and was ordered to kill by Emperor Shang. Tiger poison does not eat children. This emperor Xin deserves to be tyrannical. "
Zixia listened quietly and listened to Yang Jian slowly talking about Yin Hong's past. The master and disciple were strolling in the backyard of the Yang mansion. The fairy in the mansion and the guards on patrol saw them, and they all walked away, afraid to disturb the master and disciples. Of talk.
This mansion is quite vast, and you can't see the same scene for an hour or two when you walk around.
When Yang Jian said that Yin Hong had brought Xuan Du to appear, the boss of the San Qing sages sent the Master Xuan Du to send Tai Chi diagrams to help Chi Sperm clean up the rebels, and Zi Xia on the side was also quite surprised.
"Master, is Yin Hong so powerful? He actually asked the saint to use the innate treasure."
"The ability is mediocre," Yang Jian shook his head, "This is the saint's master who is taking the opportunity to warn the disciples of the sect that some things cannot be done, and some things cannot be done. If anyone does the thing that deceives the master and destroys the ancestor, it will be vanished. "
"But didn't the master just say that there is a ray of Yuanshen in Yin Hong who also went to the list of conferred gods?" Zixia groaned, "A disciple like this, why can't his body and spirit be destroyed? He went to heaven to be a god."
"This," Yang Jian was speechless for a while, glanced at Zixia, raised his hand and knocked on her forehead, "Don't ask these questions that the teacher can't answer!"
"Oh," Zixia stuck out her tongue, a little smug on her cheek.
Yang Jian sighed: "How much of this world's affairs is really fair, you will see it a lot in the future, and you will naturally understand."
"Yeah!" Zixia pursed her lips, followed Yang Jian, and looked up at Yang Jian's back. She didn't feel that her master had too much oppression, but rather cared for her like a father and brother.
However, I am a little envious of Aunt Xiaochan...
"Master, are the masters and the masters the Taoists?"
"We shouldn't be said to be Dao couples, we are husband and wife," Yang Jian laughed. "The so-called Dao couples don't have to be two men and women, but two Taoist masters practice together and take pictures of each other on the road."
Zixia seemed to understand, "So Master and Uncle Lu Chunyang are Taoists?"
"Of course not!" Yang Jian decisively denied that Lu Chunyang lived with Bai Ze in Yang's mansion during this time, and set up a big battle for the capital of Zhou. Zixia also asked Lu Chunyang for kendo, which benefited a lot.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Your Uncle Lu has his own fellow daoist. You can ask him like this later, cough! Why don't you marry the head of He? See how he reacts."
"Oh... why do you want to ask like this?"
"Just make fun of him," Yang Jian tapped her apprentice's forehead lightly, and Zixia blinked in pain, but Yang Jian overestimated the strength of her apprentice's immortal body, and started a little heavier.
Having reached the attic where Yang Jian lived, and asked Zixia to go back and write the scripture silently, Yang Jian went to his wife to be gentle.
Dao couple, couple...
It's actually no different now.
Entering the attic, Yang Jian immediately put away his smile, and Ao Xinke, who was waiting on the side, made a water mirror for Yang Jian.
"What's wrong, is there any trace of Lu Yue?"
"It shouldn't be so fast," Ao Xinke whispered, "Na Lu Yue and Shen Gongbao are quite cautious. Even if you are really not in the barracks, husband, you will let Nezha and the others go to Qinglongguan to challenge once a day. It will take half a month or a month or more before they will act."
Yang Jian stroked his chin and thought carefully, "It won't be that long, it will be effective after three to five days."
"Why?"
"Xinke, you still don't understand the nature of men," Yang Jian raised his hand, pulled his wife into his arms, and gently embraced, "Some things can be tolerated, some things, I guess he can't help it."
Ao Xinke blinked, "What else did the husband do?"
"In addition to letting Nezha and the others go to Qinglongguan to make a battle every day, I also let people spread some rumors among the mortals of Qinglongguan."
"rumor?"
"Yes, these rumors... come here."
Ao Xinke approached according to her words, and Yang Jian said a few words in her ear. Ao Xinke suddenly laughed and laughed, and Xiafei lightly groaned Yang Jian a few times.
How can this be tolerated?
The second master immediately squeezed his arms and hugged the dragon girl into the fragrant boudoir, laying down layers of profound energy so that no one would listen to it.
In the other courtyard, the corners of the mouth of Xiao Chan'er, who was practicing hard and rare peace of mind, twitched, and hummed softly at the tip of his nose, continuing to comprehend his own way.
In Zixia's small courtyard, she who was peeping at her master and his wife with her spiritual sense seemed to understand a lot more than Yang Jian thought she could understand. There was a little yearning in her bright eyes, and she couldn't help muttering...
"Will I have such a Taoist companion who can embrace and talk to each other?"
Thinking about it, the little man was a little silly, sitting at the desk, looking at a pear flower outside the window in a daze.
On the north side of the Zhoudu city wall, a young man and an old man sat on the eaves of the tower. The two were holding their own flasks, drinking and drinking, and a word would come out for a long time.
Inside the city wall, there are working figures everywhere. The construction of the capital formation has just begun, but the progress is gratifying.
"Ah, it's started again," Bai Ze retracted to spy on Yang Mansion's divine consciousness, and sighed, "young man, angry."
Lu Chunyang smiled and asked, "Have you ever had a confidante?"
Bai Ze snorted, "You should ask how many there are."
"Oh? Seriously?" Lu Chunyang suddenly became interested, "Senior, you are so good about this? How many have you had?"
"Seven or eight, you can remember," Bai Ze pretended to sigh with regret. "The demonic women are more charming, the human women are softer, and the witch women are bold and bold. The dragon women are virtuous and virtuous, but ancient The Shilong clan is half-closed, and the chances of seeing them are not too many. The Phoenix girls are the hottest. With that temperament, a mouthful of the Phoenix’s real fire can lift the newly built Dongfu up to the sky."
Lu Chunyang was immediately full of surprise, looking at Bai Ze quite admiringly.
Bai Ze: "Of course, these are all I have heard. The confidantes I have had before are mostly demon clan women rewarded by the Demon King, and there is nothing to say about them."
Lu Chunyang suddenly rolled his eyes, "I thought Senior, you have tried so many people."
"Haha, it's said that half of my body is not dead, when will you and your head have a happy event?"
"That's my master. I'm really going to marry. Isn't it the same as Yin Hong?
"You can't say that," Bai Ze just wanted to persuade him to say a few words. Seeing Lu Chunyang's face stern, he could only suppress the conversation.
The two continued to drink there, and they became in a state of not saying a word or two for a long time.
In fact, friends like this are the most sorrowful.
...
Three days later, Qinglong Guanzhong. ,
Lu Yue originally had four disciples. After he came to Nanzhou, he took in a mortal general, who was tentatively regarded as four and a half disciples.
The eldest disciple Zhou Xin and the fourth disciple Yang Wenhui had previously died in the battle of Qishan, while the second disciple Li Qi and the third disciple Zhu Tianlin were kneeling in the house where Lu Yue was hiding, and they dared not raise their heads to speak.
It has been two days since Shen Gongbao went to Jinao Island to move reinforcements. In the past two days, there was a sudden uproar in the city and the army and began to spread rumors about Lu Yue.
These rumors are half true, and many words make Lu Yue quite hot.
"Have you heard that there is an immortal named Lu Yue hidden in our army. This immortal is a poisonous immortal. If he waved his sleeves, he could cause millions of troops to vomit and diarrhea."
"really?"
"That's not it, why Zhou Jun has not dared to attack? They are afraid that millions of people will vomit up and down at the same time and have no way to deal with it!"
This was first passed on, and before it was introduced to Lu Yue, the morale of the merchants was greatly boosted.
But before long, the rumors began to gradually change...
"According to legend, the poisonous fairy Luyue did not hesitate to try poisonously in order to practice poisonous skills~EbookFREE.me~ He was originally handsome and handsome, but now he has become a rather ugly monster."
"If you say that, I've seen it with my own eyes. Is it the immortal covered with black cloth? It turned out to be a poisonous attack that ruined his appearance."
"I heard that this poisonous fairy was ruined because of his appearance, and the childhood sweetheart ran away, and the two little confidants who didn't guess didn't want to see him."
"Really, alas, for that laxative-like ability..."
After another half day, the rumors became more and more unbearable.
"The childhood sweetheart of the poisonous fairy Lu Yue didn't leave because of his ruined appearance, but was killed by him himself?"
"What you killed yourself, according to reliable sources, this Lu Yue was because of the'half-inch length' that caused the Wudu Fairy to leave."
"Who is the Five Poison Fairy?"
"Nonsense, of course it is the wife of the Poison Immortal... Oh, no, it should be a Taoist companion. The monks outside Fang are called that way."
The poison of vomiting and diarrhea... the poison of vomiting and diarrhea, the poison of vomiting and diarrhea!
"Asshole!"
Lu Yue trembled all over, and took a few breaths to contain the anger in his heart, but finally couldn't help but rant.
"Get the plague powder! I will let him Yang Jian see today, if his millions of elite soldiers are infected with my plague, will he only vomit and diarrhea!"
The two disciples glanced at each other, immediately agreed, got up and ran to the house to be busy.
In the courtyard, Lu Yue waved his sleeves, and the courtyard wall beside it collapsed suddenly, turning into dust...