The dean, who had spoken a lot, was a little tired. He rubbed his eyes and said softly: "I had a dream in the middle of the night. I dreamed that the old immortal from Wantian Palace gave me a dream and said that he had realized something now.

When I asked him what it was, he asked me to guess it, so I was so angry that I grabbed a stone on the side of the road and gave it to him."

After saying this, the dean became a little tired and said: "This guy should take a step earlier, otherwise I would go out to Wantian Palace today to make him look good."

In fact, this is a baffling thing to say, but it is actually a bit sad.

Wei Xu was silent for a long time, and finally asked: "May I ask, sir, what should I do if I have to make a choice in the future but don't know how to choose?"

The dean turned to look at him, drank the last half of the wine in the bowl, and said calmly: "There are many good things that I like, want, and can't resist. Who can say anything about this?"

Wei Xu looked at the dean and hesitated to speak.

The dean continued: "To be able to make such a choice and feel that it is the right choice is an ordinary person. Knowing that such a choice is right but not making a choice is an ordinary person."

After saying this, the dean pointed to his heart and stopped talking.

Wei Xu didn't know if he understood the true meaning of the dean. After being silent for a long time, he slowly stood up, saluted seriously, and said: "Students are taught."

The dean chuckled and didn't say much.

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It’s snowing heavily in the capital of God, but the front door of the small courtyard by the academy lake is clean.

Xie Nandu was sitting under the eaves, with a stove in front of her. After practicing to her level, she was already protected from the cold and heat, but she was still used to lighting a stove in winter, which seemed to bring her some warmth.

There are some newspapers in front of her that have been delivered to her in the past few days, all from the Xie family. However, there is not much news this time about the northern border that she is most concerned about.

The battle in the northern border seems to have too much to do with it. Military reports are transmitted to the capital of the gods through the most secret means. Most outsiders have no idea that even the hidden stakes planted by the major families in the northern border are at this moment.

No news could be spread, but there was some vague news, saying that in this battle, the Daliang Dynasty did not have any defeat.

Xie Nandu reached out and threw the newspaper into the stove, and then quickly remembered another thing.

Emperor Daliang said that his cultivation had reached a critical juncture and he had been in seclusion for several days. All the government affairs these days were handled by the eldest prince. At first, the officials thought it was nothing. Emperor Daliang was the emperor of Daliang, but he was also a powerful warrior.

Since he was still practicing, he must have encountered difficulties. However, within a few days, the courtiers gradually felt that something was wrong. Now, in the capital of God, there was already an undercurrent.

Xie Nandu withdrew his gaze, threw the newspaper into the stove, and then looked into the distance, calmly and somewhat outrageously.

Today's divine capital is experiencing an undercurrent, which is not likely to be a good thing for the entire Daliang.

"There have been many similar stories written in the annals of history. Your Majesty was in the wrong position. If such a thing really happened, many people would not be happy to see it happen."

Xie Nandu looked at Wei Xu who appeared at the gate of the courtyard at some unknown time.

Wei Xu stood in the heavy snow, but not a single snowflake could fall on him.

The scholar who was born in the Wei family looked at Xie Nandu and asked: "If there is a real storm and the undercurrent turns into waves, what choice will Xie Nandu make?"

Xie Nandu looked at Wei Xu and said calmly: "Then what will Senior Brother Wei choose?"

Wei Xu changed the subject and asked: "Where is that young man? When will he return to Shendu?"

Xie Nandu shook his head and said, "God knows."

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Looking at it infatuatedly, it is also snowing tonight. This seemingly ordinary dilapidated Taoist temple is now covered with heavy snow, but it actually has a different kind of beauty. A middle-aged Taoist man is slowly returning to the mountain in the snowy night, while walking slowly on the mountain road.

, and no Taoist priest in the temple could detect his traces, but when he just stepped into the door of the Taoist temple, a Taoist priest had been waiting for him here for a long time.

After glancing at the Taoist priest who had known when he would return to the mountain, the middle-aged Taoist was silent for a moment, but quickly saluted and said calmly: "I've met the master of Guanzhu, senior brother."

Although the middle-aged Taoist is the master in charge of the Chixin Temple, he is always both a junior brother and a subordinate in front of the temple master.

The viewer glanced at his junior brother and said calmly: "You might gain something from going down the mountain?"

The middle-aged Taoist remained silent and did not answer.

The viewer continued to speak slowly and said: "Who took action when I was so seriously injured?"

The viewer sighed with emotion: "Although you don't like me as a senior brother, since you are my junior brother, I, as a senior brother, should take care of everything you should."

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head slowly and said softly: "I know this in my heart, so I don't need to worry about it."

This time, he even omitted the word "senior brother" and did not mention it.

But the leader of the temple didn't care and said calmly: "Since you insist so much, what can I say? It's just that you don't have to care about this matter. You went down the mountain privately and violated the rules of the family. What should I say?"

According to the rules of Chixin Temple, anyone in the temple who wants to go down the mountain must report to the master in charge. When there is an emergency, he must leave a trace of his breath and is not allowed to go down the mountain without any reason.

Therefore, as the master in charge of the rules in the mountain, Zhanglu Zhenren should be like this.

The rules of the mountain are actually not big, but what if Master Zhang Lu went down the mountain to a place that even a foolish observer thought he shouldn't go?

This is hard to say.

The middle-aged Taoist said calmly: "I naturally know the rules of the mountain. I will go to the back mountain and face the wall for three years."

For a big shot like this, even if he violates the so-called sect rules, nothing will happen. It just depends on whether the patron is willing to pursue the matter.

But it is obvious that this viewer now wants to do something about this.

"Junior brother acts with some carelessness. If he continues to be like this, it would be a small thing to lose his life, but it would be a big thing to insult me ​​for being infatuated. I don't think my brother can do this for a long time."

The viewer's voice suddenly became a little cold. When he looked at the Master Zhanglu, his eyes were less emotional and more indifferent.

The middle-aged Taoist frowned but never admitted his mistake.

The fact that he failed to become the master of the temple had already made him angry. Even now, after so many years, he still has not let go. Although he made mistakes and wanted to ask for help from the master, he still can't save his face.

The viewer responded calmly. The infatuated viewer, who had never looked more than middle-aged, looked at the junior brother in front of him who had never regarded him as his senior brother. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Having been brothers for so many years, he didn't know what the junior brother in front of him was thinking. Whether he knew it or not, some things would be even worse if he really explained them clearly word for word.

The middle-aged Taoist was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "If senior brother feels that junior brother is not suitable for this position, please choose someone else."

The viewer's face was expressionless, as if he had known this answer for a long time. Just as he was about to say something, a voice suddenly sounded in the distance, "Master, there is news from the Shendu City."

A middle-aged Taoist priest stood in the distance, holding a Di newspaper in his hand, looking over here with a worried look in his eyes.

The viewer waved his hand and shook his head, "Junior brother, go and recuperate."

The middle-aged Taoist did not stop, but walked straight ahead. When he passed by the middle-aged Taoist, the Taoist also saluted the master in charge seriously, but the middle-aged Taoist ignored him.

The viewer took the newspaper handed out by the man, looked at it twice, and his expression changed slightly.

"According to the news from our hidden stake in Shendu, the Emperor of Liang has not been in court for several days. He said that he was practicing in seclusion, but in fact no one knows the truth or not. Thinking of it, he had previously expressed his desire to be a charioteer.

The idea of ​​​​conquering it personally, maybe he has reached the northern border by now."

The Taoist priest softly talked about the various aspects of the Shendu today. Chixin Guan, as a major sect outside of Fangwai, naturally has a few more eyes on the Shendu.

The viewer said: "The Liang Dynasty has been dormant for more than two hundred years, and now it is gradually raising its head. From Wanliuhui to Chongming Mountain, can outsiders not see clearly what their thoughts are? Who doesn't know what these warriors are thinking? It's just that

The territory of the operating country is within the territory of the operating country, and now he dares to provoke the north. This Emperor of Liang is indeed very courageous."

The Taoist priest said softly: "If Emperor Liang goes to the north, then the Liang Dynasty will really win in the north. After this battle, it will be a great encouragement to the military morale and the morale of the people of the Liang Dynasty. We

Do you want to do something?”

The viewer did not speak, he just looked at the newspaper in his hand. As his gaze fell, the newspaper started to burn and turned into ashes in an instant.

"If it were in the past, I would naturally have to do something, but forget it now, I will only be such a junior brother in my life. Since I let him go and reciprocated the favor, I shouldn't do anything at this time. Let them do whatever they want.

Go ahead."

The viewer shook his head. For many things in the world, his eyes could tell the result just by looking at it. Although the middle-aged Taoist did not speak from beginning to end, nor did he tell the ins and outs of the matter, how could he not know what happened?

What?

So in this case, he naturally has to speak some truth and do something.

"If the message continues, my Taoist sect's lineage of immortality will not be allowed to enter the divine capital these days."

The viewer glanced into the distance with a calm expression.

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The middle-aged Taoist returned to Houshan Cave, but he failed to go in. Under the moonlight, at the entrance of the cave, there was an old Taoist waiting for him.

Seeing the old Taoist priest, the middle-aged Taoist slowly saluted and called him uncle.

As the leader of Chixin Temple, he has a very high seniority and a very high status, but in this Taoist temple with such a profound foundation, there are naturally some people who want him to call him Uncle Master.

The old Taoist priest looked at the middle-aged Taoist and saw the injuries on his body at a glance, and said calmly: "There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. Do you understand this truth when you go out?"

The middle-aged Taoist was silent.

The old Taoist priest said coldly: "Li Yin, if you still don't regard your senior brother as your senior brother, then one day, when you cause a huge disaster, there will be no chance that anyone will come to save you!"

Infatuated Guanzhanglu Zhenren, whose Taoist name is Liyin, doesn't know much about the whole world.

Li Yin shook his head and said indifferently: "Uncle, don't say any more."

The old Taoist snorted coldly, with an indifferent expression, "If I don't say anything now, you will really think that your last hope is gone!"

Li Yin thought of the young man holding the broken knife and said nothing.
To be continued...