Teacher is too tough

Chapter 27

Combining Lao Liu's words together, it means that this seven-star sword was won by a bet from the hands of Laojun Guanguan.

The more you blow it, the more outrageous it is!
Where is Laojun Temple?That is the first of the three mountains, five mountains and twelve caves!The first holy place of martial arts in the hearts of all Jianghu people!Every year, there are as many knight-errants of all sizes who go to Laojun Mountain to try their luck, but none of them can successfully enter that Laojun Temple and become an introductory disciple!

Of course, most of this information is what Li Qingshi heard from the storyteller, but even if there is water in it, the status of the Laojun Temple on Laojun Mountain in the rivers and lakes can probably be known at a glance.

Li Qingshi grinned, Lao Liu's thick skin is simply unattractive, so he continued to cooperate: "Since you have such a relationship with Laojunguan, can I wait until you die in retirement, so I can go Did Lao Junshan learn art?"

The old man nodded seriously: "Of course there is no problem. The apprentices taught by me, Liu Beidou, will not even be unable to enter Laojunguan's door." Don't you just hope that I will die soon?"

Li Qingshi was taken aback, and said with a hey smile: "Am I that kind of person, but there is a saying that no one dies in life since ancient times, and everyone will die sooner or later. This is also a matter of time, you can be content, you If you die, I will dig a hole and raise the banner for you, but I don’t know who will bury you after I die.”

The old man glanced at him: "Don't be so happy now, don't cry when I die."

Li Qingshi changed into a more comfortable position in the medicine barrel, and said with a long breath: "Don't worry, I will never cry, my mother will understand when she dies, no matter how fierce or how hard you cry, you will not survive , if that’s the case, why bother.”

The old man agreed: "There is some truth in what you said." Thinking of something, he said: "When I die, when you go to the rivers and lakes, if you are not more than [-]% sure, don't kill others. Although wealth and wealth are sought in danger, you have to save your life, I still hope that you can practice to the fairyland."

Li Qingshi patted his chest and said proudly: "Don't worry, if there is such a fairyland as you said, I will definitely train it for you! I'm afraid it was made up by you bragging."

After soaking in the medicated bath, the old and the young started to drink, went to the mountains to practice martial arts for a month, and now it was over, feeling relieved, and inevitably drank more, and drank until midnight, Li Qingshi was already drunk and unconscious, lying on the table Sleep soundly.

The shriveled old man drank another bowl, stretched himself, got up and adjusted his shabby clothes, covering his chest, abdomen and ribs, and muttered to himself: "Come here, since life and death can't pass the hurdle of the fairyland, there are too many shameless faces." Living for a few years is a waste of time, so it's better to take a gamble."

He glanced at the sleeping Li Qingshi: "But before leaving, there are still a few things to do."

The old man pondered for a while: "Then let's go to Laojun Mountain first."

Gently closed a pair of hazy eyes, and returned to the sea of ​​thoughts.

In the sea of ​​his thoughts, a Baitou village suddenly appeared, and the houses, streets and alleys were exactly the same as the real Baitou village.

After the spiritual thoughts swept out of Baitou Village, the distant scene slowly became clear, Guidang Mountain, Liuyun Mountain, Qingshui County, Yulong County, Jingzhou...

Spiritual thoughts drifted faster and faster, turning over majestic and majestic mountains one after another, crossing majestic rivers, and following the galloping of spiritual thoughts, the whole world slowly unfolded before his eyes.

There is a world in the chest.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact it was only a moment. The shriveled old man stopped his spiritual thoughts on a towering green hill in Liaozhou.

Pass through the gate of the back mountain with the three characters "Laojun Guan" written on the plaque hanging on the gate, and come to the Sanqing Hall in the middle.

The world in Nian Haili fluctuated slightly, and the shriveled old man standing in the secluded courtyard thousands of miles away instantly disappeared, and the next moment, he appeared in this Sanqing Palace.

The statue of Sanqing is enshrined in the hall, and an old white-haired Taoist priest is sitting quietly in the hall, closing his eyes and visiting the Tao.

Liu Beidou walked up to the old Taoist, bent down to look at it, the old Taoist breathed calmly, and listened intently, when he heard an inaudible snoring sound.

Liu Beidou laughed and said, "It's a wonderful person to be able to sleep so soundly in front of the three statues of Tianzun. No wonder I can sit in the seat of the old master."

The white-haired old Taoist suddenly came to his senses, and before he even opened his eyes, he drifted back a few feet away. When he saw the person coming, he froze in astonishment: "Liu, old man Liu?"

Thinking about it is right, looking at the world, there is no one who can come to him quietly but make him unaware, except for the old fairy Liu in front of him.

The white-haired old Taoist name is Wang Xuanyi, and the old master is the master of the contemporary temple.

Everyone in the world knows that there are many gods and figures who have lived for more than 100 years in the holy places of the rivers and lakes, such as three mountains, five mountains and twelve caves.

There is no senior teacher in charge, but Laojunguan can still secure its position as the number one sect in the world. This white-haired old Taoist priest's martial arts cultivation can be seen.

But even so, he was extremely sure that he had no chance of winning against the real fairy in front of him.

The white-haired old man bowed respectfully and deeply: "Senior Kui Ye came to visit, do you have some orders?"

Liu Beidou strolled around the hall with his hands behind his back, looked at the things in the hall, and said: "I was idle and bored, and I came out for a walk. If you ask me like this, there is really something to do."

"Senior, please speak." Wang Xuanyi saluted again.

Liu Beidou glanced at him and said, "It's half a year sooner, or a year later, a boy will come to you, Laojun Mountain, to learn from a teacher, and you don't need to take extra care, just give him the things I left here."

Wang Xuan showed a look of surprise, and asked cautiously: "But the descendants of seniors?"

Liu Beidou thought for a while and said, "That's right."

Wang Xuan's face changed drastically, Old Immortal Liu actually has descendants!

This news had a great impact on him, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, but doubts arose in his heart. In terms of martial arts cultivation, I am afraid that no one in the world can compare with this old senior. Come to Laojun Mountain?
After thinking about it, he figured out that with this temperament, he might not have the patience to teach others how to practice, so he respectfully said, "Please rest assured, senior."

As for what the old man said about not needing extra care, it is naturally taken as a polite word. Who would dare not take more care of his descendants?Even if it wasn't for flattery, I was afraid of being settled by Qiuhou!

Liu Beidou nodded: "Okay, don't bother you anymore, go to sleep, you are getting old, you really need to pay attention to rest."

Wang Xuanyi blushed, seeing the shriveled old man walking towards the outside of the hall, he hesitated for a moment, and finally bit the bullet and said: "Senior, when will the mountain-suppressing magic sword of our old gentleman's view be returned to its original owner?"

The old man turned to look at him.

Wang Xuanyi hurriedly put on a smiling face: "Senior has also practiced on this Laojun mountain, this, there is still some incense, right? Please recite this incense, and fulfill the love of my grand master. Last wish, I heard from the master that he was thinking about this matter even when he closed his eyes."

Liu Beidou said: "I was in front of Cao Dixiang when he died. Speaking of which, that kid is really not good at gambling. How can he lick his face and ask for something he lost?"

Wang Xuan said with a dry smile: "Well, I heard that it was a pitfall for the seniors back then... Well, it has been so many years since the Grand Master used a wonderful scheme to win, do you think..."

Liu Beidou pushed open the hall door and walked out, saying, "When that kid comes, he will bring the Seven Star Sword with him." Walking around the Spring Rain Spring on the square in front of the hall, his figure disappeared in the darkness.

Wang Xuanyi hurriedly gave another salute and thanked him again and again, when he raised his head, the empty mountain was silent and no one was there.

The white-haired old Taoist priest stood in front of the hall, breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: "At your age, how can you have the nerve to say how old I am? Just wait, Pindao will catch up with you sooner or later, and I will be with you sooner or later." Fighting, to avenge the shame of the Grand Master..."

Just thinking of this, someone patted him on the shoulder suddenly, and he turned around in shock. The shriveled old man was standing behind him, and asked with a smile, "Why don't you go to sleep, what are you thinking about standing here?"

Wang Xuan turned his head to look at the direction the old man left before, and then turned to look at the shriveled old man standing in front of him. Even with his cultivation level, he was still like seeing a ghost in daylight. : "Junior, go to sleep now."

Looking up again, the old man was gone again.

The white-haired old man returned to the main hall honestly this time, sat on the futon in front of the statue again, closed his eyes and enlightened.

The world only knows that the Qiankun realm of martial arts has reached the top, but with the strength of the top cultivation in the Qiankun realm, he has vaguely seen that there seems to be a threshold ahead, and crossing that threshold is probably the real peak of the martial arts path .

I wasn't sure before, but now the means used by Senior Liu are enough to prove this point.

The corner of the white-haired old man's mouth curled up.

Apart from Senior Liu, I'm afraid I'm the only one who knows that after the universe, there is still a realm.

(End of this chapter)