"Wait, don't worry, I feel that the new Taoist seems to have no malicious intentions towards me... If he really wants to hide, he is ready to deal with me.

Why did he expose his strength to save an ordinary miner? Look, you are thinking too much!" Old Wang's tone gradually became firm.

"And," Lao Wang continued, "Look at the new Taoist's way of saving people is so great. If he can bring him into my sect.

If Master Zhang had met a Qingliu master back then, he would not have died!"

Xu Wu was slightly stunned and moved.

In terms of methods such as curing diseases and saving people, the cultivators of turbid and evil spirits are far inferior to those of Qingliu Spiritual Practice!

It is a very dangerous thing for the Tianmen Sect to oppose the imperial government. There may be casualties at any time, and it is indeed necessary to have a powerful doctor.

At this moment, Xu Wu vaguely understood that Xu Siyuan was not simply merciful and ruthless. Maybe the master had thought of this a long time ago?

Seeing Xu Wu silent and knowing that he had convinced Xu Wu, Old Wang was relieved. After contacting Zhou Tunan for so long, he gradually developed a good impression of Zhou Tunan.

Zhou Tunan has good character. Whether it is for Lao Yang to make peace, or to seek justice for Lao Yang. And this time, healing the miner's injuries can easily make people feel better.

In short, Zhou Tunan is far better than other Qingliu spiritual practitioners who are indifferent and arrogant!

However, after Lao Wang limped back to Taiping Yizhuang, he was in a state of uneasy and could not sleep.

I didn't know if Zhou Tunan fell asleep, but I ran to the gate of Zhou Tunan and knocked twice.

I originally thought there might be no movement, but at this time, Zhou Tunan was practicing even though he was not sleeping.

He turned around and wanted to leave, but the door behind him opened with a creaking sound.

I heard Zhou Tunan say in surprise: "Old Wang, what's the matter with me so late?"

However, before Lao Wang could answer, Zhou Tunan had already pulled Lao Wang into it: "You are here just right!"

Pulling Lao Wang's head into the room, Zhou Tunan handed over a piece of paper and said with a smile: "I'm idle and I've written something randomly. How do you think I'm writing?"

Lao Wang waved his hand quickly: "I don't even know a lot of big words, so how can I know what kind of poems are good or bad?" Even though he said that, he took the paper and looked at it.

After 17 years of quiet locking in the deep palace, who will ask the sky of my hometown? I watch the palaces and trees, cry and watch the king turn into cuckoos. The waves of the sea country are slanting, and the flutes and drums of the Han family are quiet and the beacon smoke.

The beauty is weak and hard, but Hui is so kind to me.

I recite thousands of sentences every day, and read two or three chapters of Bay Leaf.

I sing the song of the Pear Garden to cry, and I ask you to listen to it alone and feel sad.

Lao Wang said, "This poem is very well written, but why does it seem to be written by a woman?"

Zhou Tunan laughed and said, "There is a story in it.

It is said that he doesn't know which dynasty or generation, but there is a King Heng who married a concubine, the daughter of the military general's family. He rode a horse and shot archery since he was a child. King Heng favored her and let her go.

But at that time it was already the end of the dynasty, and the sky was overwhelming, and foreign troops broke through the capital and forced the emperor to kill.

Later, the foreign soldiers asked King Heng to surrender, and the concubine advised King Heng to say that the king was a noble seed of the Tian family. How could he surrender and contaminate the fishy smell?

So King Heng decided to send troops to fight, and the concubine sold all her jewelry to fill military expenses. She even led her troops to fight against the foreign soldiers, and she won several victories.

Unfortunately, the building is about to collapse and the manpower is hard to save. The concubine died in battle and King Heng died in his country.

Finally, it was rumored that the concubine did not die and turned into a resentful soul. A Taoist went to destroy the ghost of the concubine. Later, he found this poem on the ghost!"

The story was told in a plain manner, but Lao Wang was very moved when he heard it and asked, "Is this story true or false? Why does it seem to be true for me?

Could it be that the Taoist who captured the female ghost is from your Taixuan Palace?"

Zhou Tunan laughed: "How is that possible! This is a story I made up. By the way, I am still going to write this story, and it is best to turn it into an opera in the future. What do you think, Lao Wang?"

Lao Wang returned the white paper to Zhou Tunan and said, "If Master Dao writes this story, it will definitely be very exciting! If you write it out in the future, you must give me a sneak peek."

He bowed and said, "It's getting late, I should go back and rest. I won't bother Dao Master, Dao Master also needs to rest early!"

As he said that, he was about to walk out, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Yes, Master Dao, what's the name of your poem?"

Zhou Tunan said, "How do you look at General Feng Hun's poem?"

"Nonsense?"

"All the paper is full of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears. What is it not a nonsense?" Zhou Tunandao.

Lao Wang said, "That's right!" and went out.

Zhou Tunan breathed a long sigh and murmured to himself: "My hint has been passed on, but I don't know if the people of the Qiankun Sect believe it or not? If they don't believe it, then I will run away!"

No matter what, Zhou Tunan has conveyed his meaning in the past, hoping that the other party will not treat himself as an enemy.

With uneasiness in his heart, Zhou Tunan pretended to be calm and stayed in this Taiping Yizhuang as if nothing had happened.

He is now purely a gambling life!

Although sometimes, Zhou Tunan is worried about gains and losses, he feels that his hints are too obscure? Should he be more straightforward?

But in a hurry, Zhou Tunan, a bookmaker, had nothing more appropriate to copy for a while!

"By the way, the old head just now seemed to no longer call me the new Taoist, but called me the Taoist master..."

Thinking of this, Zhou Tunan looked happy and returned to his desk and began to write quickly.

His inspiration is coming at this moment, like a smudge of diabetes, and he can't stop it no matter how hard he wants to write this story overnight!

But this brush is a bit too hindering. Although I have practiced calligraphy in Taixuan Palace, I will not write it like a dog paddle, but I can't write it quickly.

At this time, Zhou Tunan missed his previous life very much, just give him a keyboard!

Early the next morning, Zhou Tunan's eyes turned slightly red. He found Lao Wang's head and said, "The story has been written, how do you see?"

Old Wang said in surprise: "Master Dao, did you not sleep all night last night?"

Zhou Tunan disagreed: "We are a Taoist, meditation can replace sleeping. It's okay!

By the way, Lao Wang, please help me see how it is written? Do you want to modify it?"

He said so, but Lao Wang didn't have much to say, so he picked up the story written by Zhou Tunan and read it.

Zhou Tunan said it very hard last night, but after the story was written and polished, it became lingering and moving.

Zhou Tunan is also a time traveler after all. He naturally read many online articles in his past life and learned some sensational methods in online articles.

In addition, in this life, I have read a lot of serious books in Taixuan Palace, and my literary literacy has been greatly improved.
Chapter completed!