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Chapter 16 Li Qilin and the key

"Xiao Yu, your fiancé is amazing."

Nan Ke crossed his legs, propped his chin with his hand, his bright eyes sparkled, and made fun of Zhou Xiaoyu.

Zhou Xiaoyu knew that the aunt was joking, so she didn't speak, but turned her head away and said:

"He's not, I don't know him."

"……Snapped!"

Suddenly, Nan Ke clapped his fists and said:
"... Such a person should be under my command and be used by me, shouldn't I?"

Zhou Xiaoyu did not respond.

Twelve hours a day, the concubine would always be out of her mind for a quarter of an hour or two.

She's used to it.

Looking up at the ancient mirror, Chen Xiaoer, who was talking calmly with Daru, was thinking.

She was more curious about this bastard who came out of nowhere to corrupt people's innocence.

Poetry pays attention to artistic conception.

Every word and deed are the true emotions of the poet from the heart.

Therefore, the poems that Chen Xiaoer wrote for himself that day were all true.

But the evidence is in front of him, Chen Xiaoer is a liar who contacted the Zhou family with unknown purpose.

But how did the poem come about?
……

Bamboo hut.

Murong Jie sat down again and said:
"Little friend's words make the old man ashamed. Some out-of-the-way and unique insights are enough to be called a great Confucian."

Not interested in.Chen Xiaoer has no intention of Confucianism or Taoism.

"Sir, I'm afraid he didn't just see me to ask me about Confucianism and Taoism?"

Chen Xiaoer changed the subject.

Murong Jie didn't have any other opinions on this.

In his opinion, Chen Xiaoer was destined to be a Confucianist.

Naturally, he would not think about other aspects.

"...To be honest, I'm the first to meet you this time...Little friend, I want to ask for something."

Murong Jie originally wanted to address him as Mr., but thinking of Chen Xiaoer's resistance before,
Also changed the title.

He didn't know that Chen Xiaoer didn't want to have too much to do with Confucianism.

The mainstream of practice today is martial arts.

Martial arts are flourishing, what are the twelve sword immortals who overwhelm the world, what is the supreme sword maniac beyond the sky.

These are all signs of the prosperity of martial arts.

Then there are mysterious ascetics who appear and disappear. Even if there is a place of inheritance, it is closed and closed.

The National Teacher's Mansion is the most mysterious place for cultivating Taoism.

Who is the national teacher, where is he from, how many disciples are there in the national teacher's office,

I don't know at all!
I only know that behind the concubine is the National Teacher's Office.

As long as the National Teacher's Mansion is in place, the imperial concubine will not be left alone.

Only Confucianism and Taoism are really special!
Pay attention to the theory of luck.

Luck is illusory, but it makes people have to believe it.

It can be as big as the luck of the human race in the world, such as the luck of a country, or as small as the luck of an individual.

These all belong to the category of luck theory.

Chen Xiaoer had heard a long time ago that the luck of the Confucian school can be inherited, and one line of inheritance is important.

Once I accepted Murong Jie's student ceremony.

God knows if it will be tied to the entry, after all, this world is too evil.

Science is here, he can't work.

"Sir, please say so." Chen Xiaoer's title of Mr. is just a common name for Confucian scholars.

"Confucianism and Taoism were offended by the heavens, and the road ahead was cut off. Now there is still a glimmer of life, which is to break through the limit of the ninth rank."

"Beyond extremes!"

When it came to transcending the Ninth Grade Ultimate Realm, Murong Jie's expression became agitated.

His body trembling uncontrollably, said:
"In this way, we can continue to move forward, and our Confucianism and Taoism can also prosper."

Chen Xiaoer pretended to be puzzled, and said:
"Cultivation takes the ninth grade as the limit."

"How can there be a realm above the ninth rank?"

Seeing that Chen Xiaoer didn't believe it, Murong Jie showed a wry smile on his face, shook his head and said:
"At first, the old man didn't believe it either.

But this road of Confucianism and Taoism was asserted by that person himself, and it itself is an existence beyond the ninth rank..."

"So I have to believe it!"

Shock appeared in Murong Jie's deep eyes.

Chen Xiaoer who was at the side was moved in his heart, and said, "Who is it?"

"Li Qilin!"

"Except for the Qilin Sword Immortal who is the head of the Twelve Sword Immortals, who else can have such a demeanor!"

"I heard that this unicorn sword fairy was arrested and imprisoned. Since she has such a level of cultivation, can she still be caught?"

Chen Xiaoer's face was full of disbelief.

How could he be caught if he was so bullshit.

But his eyes were fixed on Murong Jie.

"Heh!" Murong Jie let out a chuckle, and said, "It's not that she was arrested, she entered the prison voluntarily."

Chen Xiaoer already knew all these things, but he still pretended to be listening seriously.

"Actually, when Li Qilin entered Dali Temple, he was already seriously injured."

seriously injured? !
Chen Xiaoer was taken aback.

Seeing Chen Xiaoer's surprise, Murong spread his hands and said, "Don't ask me how I got hurt, I don't know."

The corner of Chen Xiaoer's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak.

"...But even so, Li Qilin was no match for Li Qilin at that time. One sword overwhelmed everyone."

"Afterwards, Li Qilin met three people alone. One was Your Majesty. One was the Concubine. The other was me."

"She told the old man that she had used the 'key' to deduce that the way forward for Confucianism and Taoism is above the ninth rank."

After finishing speaking, Murong Jie stopped talking.

Chen Xiaoer, who was still waiting for the continuation, was taken aback for a moment, and said, "It's over?"

"It's over." Murong Jie spread his hands.

"What happened later?" Chen Xiaoer was speechless, and said, "You can't just believe what she says, right? What if she lied to you? Wouldn't the Confucianism sect be tricked?"

This old man looks like he is ready to die generously at any time for the sake of Confucianism and Taoism, but this operation, Lu Ziye's group, do you believe it?

Looking at Chen Xiaoer as if you were being deceived, Murong picked a 'haha' smile and said:
"Little friend really cares about Confucianism."

I do not have!
"Because the 'key' is in Li Qilin's hands, she can't be wrong." Murong Jie looked extremely serious.

"It's the 'key' again. What is this 'key'? Can you be so superstitious?"

Chen Xiaoer put his hands on his forehead, feeling tired.

"No one knows what the 'key' is, but there is one thing that the whole world agrees on..."

"Keys have existed since ancient times."

"And there are ancient records handed down from ancient times, that is the root of all incredible things."

After Murong Zhai paused, he continued: "It is said that thousands of years ago, the 'key' was obtained by a low-level swordsman named Li Qilin."

"Then Li Qilin became number one in the world."

"Afterwards, the 'key' was obtained by the Qilin Sword Immortal and has been passed down from generation to generation."

"It is said that every unicorn sword fairy will pass on his life's skills before he dies.

It has been passed down from generation to generation, creating the current Qilin Sword Immortal..."

"It's all because of the existence of the 'key' that Li Qilin was able to have such a miraculous inheritance."

"The above is all the old man knows."

After hearing this, Chen Xiaoer remained silent.

After Murong Jie's narration, he also had a little understanding of Li Qilin and the mysterious key.

"...Then how to explain the injury on Li Qilin's body?" Chen Xiaoer asked with a twitch in his heart.

Hearing this, Murong Jie shook his head and said, "I don't know, but according to the old man's judgment, the injuries on her body are mostly man-made."

"Li Qilin's skills have been passed down from generation to generation? Is there anyone in the world who can hurt her?" Chen Xiaoer frowned.

Murong Jie lowered his eyes, unwilling to say more.

Seeing him like this, Chen Xiaoer knew that Murong Jie must know something, but it was no longer appropriate to ask.

My current personality is not suitable for asking these questions.

"Mister has undertaken too much for Confucianism. I don't know what sir is asking for? If there is anything I can help, Chen Xiaoer will never refuse!"

No longer entangled, Chen Xiaoer took the initiative to bring the topic back.

When it came to business, Murong Jie looked solemn and said: "I need my little friend to complete these poems."

With that said, he took out a booklet.

It is the "Chen Xiaoer" poetry album that the students of White Horse Academy now have in their hands, and they eat and sleep with their arms around each other.

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