Great God King

Wang Baoyu doesn't pay any attention to Luo Yao. Zhang Zhuoyi is in front of him. He hears some words. It's hard to avoid trouble.

Zhang Zhuoyi first arranged for Luo Yao to live, and then took Wang Baoyu to a remote house. He said politely, "Baoyu, your accomplishments are too low. It's better to learn from Old Tong for a while."

"Dharma protector, what can I learn?"

"Old Tong, Tong Yansong, is a talisman. Of course, you have to learn how to make talisman. Although it's hard to work, you can earn more spirit stones, which is helpful to improve your cultivation." Zhang Zhuoyi said.

Thank you very much Wang Baoyu clasped hands heavily.

"Don't mention it. If it wasn't cultivated by my teacher when I was a child, I wouldn't be able to reach today. When there is no one in the future, you and I will be brothers." Zhang Zhuoyi said.

"Well, thank you, brother!"

There was a voice from inside, who knocked at the door! If you disturb me to make talisman, you should pay me spirit stone

"Old Tong, I'm Zhang Zhuoyi!"

"Dharma Zhang, wait a moment!"

After a long time, the door was opened, and an old man with ragged beard and untidy clothes appeared at the door, with small eyes and big mouth. It was really ugly.

Although the old man looked unbearable, all the amulets of Dongyue gate came from his hands, including the fireball Rune used by Wang Baoyu and Luo Qian.

"What does this boy do?" Tong Yansong looks at Wang Baoyu and asks politely.

"Old Tong, he is the son of a meritorious official in the family. He has brought it to you as a disciple."

"You always do things in such a bad way." Tong Lao shook his head, then waved: "boy, come in, do things frequently and quickly, don't let me always nag."

Zhang Zhuoyi didn't go in and turned to leave. Wang Baoyu got mixed up with a strange old man.

The garden is full of bundles of grass, and the house is extremely messy, with yellow paper scraps everywhere. On a wooden table at the corner of the wall, there is a guqin, which is also dirty.

Only a jade table looks very clean, with a square Rune paper on it and a delicate brush beside it.

"Sweep the floor first!" Tong Yansong impolitely orders.

Yeah? Wang Baoyu was stunned. It seemed that he had not done sweeping the floor in his life.

"What are you doing? Hurry up!"

Looking at the old man's accomplishments, that is, in the early stage of foundation construction, Wang Baoyu had to bend down to clean the house thoroughly and wipe the Guqin clean.

Throughout the process, the old man leaned against a reclining chair, closed his eyes and did not speak.

"Old Tong, what can I do when the house is swept?" Wang Baoyu asked.

The old man didn't speak and fell asleep. Wang Baoyu walked out of the house and sat alone on a wooden pier in the courtyard, feeling a kind of inexplicable loneliness.

There is a kind of emotion in my heart, which is called missing. The people who miss are far away.

It was not until the moon rose that the old man woke up from his big dream. He was so angry: "I've been sleeping for so long. Hey, outside, I don't know how to wake me up."

"You didn't tell me to wake you up."

"What a sloth The old man stretched out, "boy, how many days are you going to work here?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's very hard work, and I need to be careful. I have countless apprentices. After another batch, well, most of them were stupid and lazy, and I turned them out. " Tong Yansong asked again, "how many days can you stay?"

"It's hard to say. Try it!"

Tong Yan Songzhi shakes his head, a listen is not confident, he languidly asked: "what's your name?"

"Wang Baoyu!"

"The name is really rustic."

"If your body is hairy, you should use your parents' names, no matter how earthy they are." Wang Baoyu said.

"It's no use talking about it." Tong Yansong waved his hand: "by the way, you only have five levels of cultivation, how to mix into the tianxuanmen?"

The old man had a problem with his memory, so he forgot. Wang Baoyu had to explain: "my father used to protect Dharma here, which is an exceptional promotion."

"I've been here for only ten years, and I can't figure out what happened before."

"Have you not been at Dongyue gate all the time?" Wang Baoyu asked in surprise.

"I used to be a magician of hongyuezong. I was assigned to this broken place because I broke one. It's not my fault. It's clear that there is something wrong with the materials." Tong Yansong did not hide, appears quite dissatisfied.

"The magician should be respected."

"A group of bastards, who had to say that I was not good at learning skills and caused serious losses, almost killed Lao Tzu. They paid up all the spirit stones and were sent here." Tong Yansong gasps and swears.

"Heaven will come down to the great responsibility of these people. First of all, we must painstakingly work their hearts and bones, starve their bodies and skin, and empty their bodies..." Wang Baoyu suddenly remembered these words and blurted them out.

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Go to the hut over there and sleep!" Tong Yansong frowned and waved his hand."Well, old Tong also pays more attention to rest."

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Wang Baoyu."

Wang Baoyu agreed, and then went to the cabin in the wing room. The old man called out from behind, "there are five elements in it. If you eat more of this cultivation, you will be very tired tomorrow."

The cottage is quite clean. It seems that there were monks who lived there before. There was a tray of fresh fruits on the table, which was very luxurious for the monks in Qingchuan city.

Wang Baoyu sat down and adjusted his breathing, but he did not dare to practice because practicing would let him release his true accomplishments, which might be felt by the old man outside.

Old Tong looks good, but, after all, he is still unfamiliar and dare not be careless.

After a while, just as Wang Baoyu wanted to lie down and sleep, he heard a burst of music.

He got up and pushed the door and came out. He found that the sound of the piano was coming from the Old Tong's house. The doors and windows were closed. Obviously, he didn't want to be heard outside. The monks needed to be quiet when practicing martial arts, and the old man didn't want to cause trouble.

After the song was finished, Wang Baoyu knocked on the door, and an impatient voice came from inside, "boy, what do you want to do if you don't sleep?"

"It's your music that attracts me. It's wonderful." Wang Baoyu called out.

The old man quickly opened the door. He didn't look angry. Then he closed the door tightly and asked with great interest, "do you know the music, too?"

"I don't know, but I appreciate it!"

"Good! The people here are cold-blooded. They don't know the beauty of music. They even dislike noise. " Tong Yan Song road.

"Mountains and rivers, friends are hard to find, old Tong, I still want to listen to another song."

"Hey, hey, this is fun!" Tong Yansong laughs. In the past, he plucks the strings, and a sad melody immediately reverberates in the room.

"Boy, what do you hear?"

"The quiet feelings, the light sadness, I think the old man also has a section of deep-rooted feelings." Wang Baoyu said bluntly.

"That's right, that she, in the flowery years, suddenly withered." Tong Yansong sighed, his eyes were moist.

"Old man, I seem to have a melody in my heart. Can I play one for you?"

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