Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 496

Could it be that you are dazzled?

It wasn't just Duan Yinglong who came up with this idea, but the female disciples of Tianshidao who came in also rubbed their eyes subconsciously.

In my impression, Master is difficult to get close to and difficult to see. In the past, they only met outside. It was not until these few days that I was lucky enough to come to this boundary with Master.

They have never heard of the old lady's relatives and friends, let alone her big brother, as they practiced under the master's sect.

Just when he thought he heard it wrong, the master in front spoke again and called out.

"Big brother."

It was still an old and familiar voice, the whole body of the old woman was trembling slightly, Kun Dao stepped forward to support her, but she was pushed away by the old woman, the crutch in her hand was gone, she fell to the ground with a bang, and passed through in a few steps. Everyone's astonished eyes came to Chen Yuan, and she stretched out her hand tremblingly to touch the face that was close at hand.

The fingertips stopped when they were close to Chen Yuan's door. The old woman squinted her eyes for a while, then suddenly shook her head, took half a step back, retracted her hand, and whispered softly: "No...you are not ……no."

Everyone in Tianshidao, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what happened to this master uncle.

"Please take a seat, Zhenjun." He walked to the first chair, and he sat down after Chen Yuan sat down. Looking at the middle-aged figure on the side chair, he could actually see that the master uncle and this This real gentleman knows each other, and the relationship is very close, otherwise how could he be so gaffe?leave in a hurry?

Chen Yuan's gaze was still on the door at this moment, and her heart was complicated. She suddenly remembered what happened to Yu Feihong, and saw the scene where his junior sister was an old woman, and felt the same at this moment.

According to this title, I am afraid that he is many years older than his uncle.

Use the tenacity of the world to tell them that this is not a vegetable garden for gods. Come and pick whatever you want, and we are not vegetables and fruits. Even if you die, you must use your last breath to not fall into the prestige of the world! "

"Don't fall into the prestige of the world!"

He suddenly smiled, and looked back at Chen Yuan, with a wider smile.

After thinking wildly for a while, he put it behind his head, and continued to discuss with Chen Yuan, Qing Xu, Fei He and others below.

hiss~~
'Then this true gentleman has already attained Taoism and become a fairy...returning to the basics and playing in the world? '

Could it be that you really misunderstood the person?

"Have you ever stayed with a woman?"

"She recognized... she always knew it was us, but she didn't dare to recognize it." Chen Yuan said softly with only two voices: "She is the master uncle of the Heavenly Master Dao, so we cannot let the Heavenly Master Dao bow his head; Moreover, she has become like this, and she dare not recognize us... Probably she doesn't want to show us the most ugly appearance."

"This name is not what you should call, junior."

"Yes, Ying Long is taught!"

The fat Taoist was stunned for a moment, put his fist on his chin and coughed twice, turned his head to the side, and muttered: "Okay, what are you doing with me... Really."

"Are you his son or grandson? Is it fun to play tricks on me as an old man? It took so much pains to find so many people with similar looks."

"Don't fall into the prestige of the world!"

Duan Yinglong was understated by the old woman, and immediately put away his humility, straightened his back and arched his hands, and the master uncle in front of him moved away and walked out of the hall.

"No matter who the other party is, the majestic celestial master and head teacher must not let himself down, even if it is a god, I have to straighten my back, and I should speak more upright!"

"Qiaoer!"

The old woman left a sentence and turned to a wooden building on the right. The moment she blocked her surroundings, the figure on crutches raised her hand and gently brushed the corner of her eyes without a trace.

The old woman slowly turned her head when she heard the words, looked at the fat Taoist who was gesticulating, and then her eyes fell on Yin Xuanling who was drinking tea alone over there, and the memory that had been silent for many years slowly came to the surface.

The fat Taoist looked at the disappearing figures outside the hall, and whispered next to Chen Yuan: "Master, she should have recognized us, why..."

The old woman seemed to have recovered from a distant memory, stretched out her hand and sucked the crutch on the ground into her hand, there was a sound on the ground, and then turned around and walked towards Duan Yinglong.

Over there, Duan Yinglong regained the majesty of the headmaster after passing through the matter of his master and uncle, but his words were still full of politeness.

In his words, the disciples of the celestial masters outside and the cultivators who rushed over had gathered at the entrance of the hall and listened quietly.

Facing the wind blowing in from the outside, the first figure's robe fluttered slightly, and his voice was loud and clear.

Big brother……

"It's not us." The fat Taoist twirled his beard and slid over the tip of his beard, and nodded slightly: "I just don't want you to see, this little girl, when you rescued her back then, you didn't realize that, as you grow up, you probably are right." Your benefactor, you have a different kind of affection, you can't see it, but I can see it."

"...Duan knows that his cultivation is low, but ants are still trying their best to survive, let alone humans? The world is in turmoil, and the people suffer. Although people outside the world will not be affected, the purpose of the heavenly master's way is to use the world The peace of the people is the foundation, if today's gods want to dig our foundation, how can we let them do what they want?"

She is only in her [-]s or [-]s at the moment, and she really has the skills to keep her face.

The lobby is quiet.

On the side, the fat Taoist jumped out and stood beside Chen Yuan, pointing to the big round face with gray beard and hair: "Qiaoer, look at me, but is it still your fat Taoist?"

"If you have something to discuss, discuss it carefully. If you need it, find me as soon as possible."

Chen Yuan looked at the smiling old woman in front of her, with snow-white hair and a slightly stooped body, she already looked old, but her eyes were still as clear and bright as they were back then.

Chen Yuan could actually see the emotion expressed in Qiaoer's eyes just now, but there are important things to do right now, so she could only pretend that she didn't understand, and asked her grandson instead.

He looked at Chen Yuan's tightly pursed lips, but did not say the latter sentence.

"Since there is no problem with Zhenjun, let's deal with this matter. Before my uncle left just now, I specifically said that no matter who the other party is, even if it is a god, my celestial master can't fall into my own prestige. They dare to come down. If we dare to drive them back, people in the world have the final say on the affairs of the world!"

"We, the practitioners in the world, all come from the people. The gods are not benevolent, and we are duty-bound. Even if the dojo is destroyed, we will perish, and we will never compromise, everyone!

Duan Yinglong got up from his chair, and the disciples and elders of the Taoist Master who were sitting in the hall also got up together, Chen Yuan and Yin Xuanling on the left, Qingxu and Feihe on the right also followed.

Duan Yinglong didn't dare to think about it anymore, the uncle in his memory was so old when he was a child, now he is already old, and the uncle is still so old, so could it be that this True Monarch is two or three hundred years old?

……

Hundreds of voices gathered together outside, even a lazy or lonely cultivator would inevitably be infected by such majesty and yelled out.

The sound waves rolled.

On the other wooden building, behind the untidy wooden railings, a crooked figure whispered softly: "Master, be careful of the wind." Leaning on crutches, he stared at the opposite hall in a trance, passing through people and people. The gap in the window, the gap in the window lattice, seeing the corner of the figure's clothes, his eyes were slightly wet and red.

(End of this chapter)