The young Taoist said, "Then you really need to practice hard."

He Xiaoliang could only smile bitterly.

The young Taoist felt that this could be said, so he started talking. Regardless of whether He Xiaoliang was interested or not, he poured the beans out of the bamboo tube and said, "I tell you, this kind of thing is very mysterious, but in fact it is not mysterious at all. One is the heart

Extreme sincerity, as the saying goes, where sincerity leads to gold and stone, so the sage has said, only sincerity can move people. Ordinary people, at certain moments, can also attract the inspiration of the gods."

"The other type, of course, is those with extremely high cultivation or extraordinary talents. Their voices will naturally be louder. For example, if a poor Taoist wants to talk to you, you can hear it whether you want to hear it or not."

"But, I don't think this has anything to do with poor Taoist cultivation, or is it due to being sincere, what do you think?"

He Xiaoliang was not one to flatter others, "I think it's because of my junior uncle's profound Taoism."

Lu Chen was a little disappointed and didn't want to talk anymore.

Just like when Li Xisheng called Bai Ze on the way into the mountain, he could immediately be heard by Mr. Bai who was far away on the west coast of Aquarius Continent. Cui Ci, the student next to him, would probably open his mouth and curse a hundred times, Mr. Bai.

He couldn't hear it, or he didn't care if he heard it. Of course, if he were to take it seriously, Cui Ci would definitely die on the spot "for no reason" even though he was thousands of miles away.

This kind of proud man of heaven is like a bright star shining on the land, and of course it attracts more attention. Don't look at the ten-level Qi practitioners who are habitually titled as "saints" in the secular world. They hide like millennium turtles and bastards.

It seems like, in fact, in the eyes of some big men with profound cultivation, they can see it more clearly than ordinary people.

Of course, it is not that simple for gods and men to look at mountains and rivers with their hands behind their sleeves. A country or a continent has its own invisible barriers that block the sight of others. The origin of the theory of the boundaries of the cave, heaven and blessed land lies in

Therefore, if you want to pry into the inside story from across the world, the required cultivation level really needs to be as high as heaven.

In the south of the town, the sound of metal and stone can be heard from time to time, which is so shocking that ordinary people are unaware of it. But for Qi practitioners, the noise is not small. In fact, the sound of Ruan Qiong's blacksmithing in the sword furnace

, fell in the ears of the demon clan, comparable to bursts of spring thunder in the ears.

Those monsters who were lucky enough to stay in the town showed their true colors one by one. The sea of ​​​​Qi shook violently, and they were worse than death. They went crazy. Then they were defeated by the well-prepared Dali Qi practitioners and pure martial artists. They first teamed up to subdue them, and then threw them away.

Entering the mountains, this favor is tantamount to a life-saving grace.

At the same time, Ruan Qiong's sword-making skills made others say with emotion, a saint is a saint.

But He Xiaoliang was a little surprised, "The sword-making process is coming to an end, why is there still so much movement, causing the mountains and rivers within the realm to shake a little. Could it be that the quality of this sword is so high that it can be famous all over the world?"

Lu Chen smiled and said nothing.

Saints also do business.

But since Qi Jingchun has reached an agreement with his master, he will never interfere in this matter again.

This not only shows respect for teachers, but also expresses respect for the scholar.

Think back to those days.

The fortune teller Lu Chen had his back to the school and was reading people's fortunes.

Behind him is a Confucian saint preaching and teaching to the children.

As for why Qi Jingchun must die.

It involves a large avenue.

Qi Jingchun read through the classics of the three religions in Lizhu Cave.

Qi Jingchun's "hope to establish a religion and call him the ancestor", what religion did he establish?

No matter what it was, he and someone wanted to go to the same place, so as that person's junior brother, Lu Chen had to come here in person.

Lu Chen looked at the sky.

There once was a scholar sitting there, fighting against the immortals of the three religions with his own strength.

Admire to admire, respect to respect.

You still have to do things that go against your conscience.

Later, he followed the trend and roughly deduced Qi Jingchun's true backhand, and left four words for the young man, saying that he wanted him to practice calligraphy. This was true, but the biggest meaning was still like flying a kite. Hope

When the young man copied those four words, he could figure out the most crucial move on a certain day. It was purely the curiosity of a master chess player.

But it's strange that the young man only gave Lu Chen one chance.

And Lu Chen couldn't calculate too much at all.

Lu Chen didn't mind anything about this. After all, the overall situation had been decided, and he really wouldn't add insult to injury after Qi Jingchun's death.

The young Taoist priest once said to the boy with a smile, "A seemingly good deed may not necessarily mean a good person or a good deed."

It has a profound meaning, not only does it refer to those four words on the prescriptions, but it also refers to the long-planned string of candied haws.

Lu Chen let go of the handle of the wheelbarrow, stretched out, and said with a smile, "If you have nothing else to worry about, what's the meaning of the last sentence?"
Chapter completed!