The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Jianshan, how do you feel?!"

"It doesn't matter... But Xu Sheng, it doesn't look good."

Although Xu Jianshan's face was pale, he remained stern and stern, and it seemed that he had not been damaged in the slightest by Xu Jieyu's previous torture.

Wang Xuan's voice came with concern, but Zeng Sheng was even more anxious. He searched with his soul and felt a little hurriedly——

"Nie Zhan, what have you done to the Holy Master?!"

On Xu Jueyu's inhuman face, his mud-like features squirmed and twisted, and he let out a low laugh of unknown meaning, but did not respond.

"Master Ou, please."

"Wang Zhixin" led his hand to guide the way. Ou Yanliang snorted lightly and followed Zhang Qinghe leisurely.

The fat man glanced at Wang Zhixin unsteadily, with a strange feeling lingering in his heart, as if compared to the last time they met, the young master of the Wang family, the little saint in Chang'an School, seemed to be a different person.

Although he didn't know Wang Zhi very well, as one of the most talented people in Chang'an City, and as the spy of the Immortal Tang Dynasty, he still had to keep the information about this man firmly in his hands.

Although Wang Zhixin saw him for the first time in the Confucian Society that day, he had no idea of ​​"meeting" in the papers, in Chiyi Qingyi's mouth, in the rumors, in the photos, and in An Zi's description. How many times has the king clung to his heart?

The "Wang Zhixin" in front of me... can be said to be very similar to Wang Zhixin.

But he didn't know how many different kinds of people he had seen. What kind of smell couldn't he smell? It is said that the hounds under Li Mo's throne are all shuddering at him. This fat fat man is stupider than anyone else, and also smarter than anyone else——

Li Mo's handwriting was trying his best to cooperate with the person giving lectures in front of the Shengshen Pavilion, and he didn't care whether it was Wang Zhixin or not.

"Hey, Mr. Wang, please come first."

Ou Yanliang smiled and narrowed his eyes, his bloated body slowly bowed, as if it was a bit laborious, and his breathing became heavier.

But even so, no one dared to look down upon this fat man - he imitated the pretentious manners of mortal courtiers for a long time, and gradually began to mistook the fake for the real, and he also adopted this set of worldly etiquette.

If anyone is the most loyal eagle dog in the Immortal Tang Dynasty, then it is undoubtedly Ou Yanliang.

"Hey, what are you asking for? Didn't Xu Sheng keep this pestle? Why did he forget it after we said hello?"

"Wang Zhixin" pointed at Xu Nieyu on the ground. It was difficult for him to be able to rely on the saint's robes with this pile of rotten flesh.

"Oh, Xu Sheng, look at my memory, I forgot about you just after I said hello."

There was a look of surprise on Ou Yanliang's face, not unnatural at all, and he turned to greet the inhuman monster——

"Isn't it a coincidence? I was able to trace an evil thing to you. I wonder where the Holy Master is. My Holy Master just got a few taels of fine spiritual tea, and I want to invite him to have a pot of it! "

At this moment, the surrounding area has been quickly cleared by bad guys, avoiding the alienation risk of low-level monks being infected. Although the students of the Confucian Society were surprised, they also understood the complete truth of "Song of Righteousness" and left with satisfaction. No one was dizzy. , from the moment Ou Yanliang, Wang Xuan, and Master Zeng arrived, they knew that the world of Chang'an School was about to change.

The preaching was over. In front of these "old acquaintances", Zhang Qinghe did not bother to act out Wang Zhixin's dull temperament, and directly talked to Ou Yanliang and others according to his own temperament.

Everyone is a discerning person, and a discerning person understands everything and has interests that are related to each other.

"Hey, the Holy Lord also has spiritual tea. I wonder if it is enough for the Holy Master to drink a pot?"

Zhang Qinghe is so energetic...

"It must be enough, it must be enough, of course it must be enough!"

Ou Yanliang smiled honestly, with two Xuanyi bad guys lined up behind him.

Ever since Li Mo conveyed the inside story of Xiao Shou's accident in Zhen'an to him intentionally or unintentionally, he has become a vicious dog that jumps over the wall in a hurry. Wu De ran away under his nose, and Xiao Shou ran away under his nose. If he wants to mess up this matter again, Li Mo will probably have to peel off his skin.

He knows better than anyone else how cold and cruel the Immortal Tang Holy Emperor is secretly with his out-of-touch temperament - no one in the world can easily secure a high position, let alone one who is ranked first in Zhongtian. Chair.

Wang Sheng and Zeng Sheng looked at "Wang Zhixin" a little strangely. They knew that this child didn't care about worldly things. How could he become so hard-headed after not seeing him for a few days? He spoke frankly about his teacher's praise.

"Bah!!!"

Before Ou Yanliang and Zhang Qinghe could finish their teasing words, Xu Handu knew that he had no way to escape. It seemed as if it was mixed with the cries of countless living beings and mixed literature, as if it was about to intrude his true knowledge. Dyeing, the distorted murmur of the avenue buzzed around it, like a roar, like a whine...

The infection that had already had a great impact on the soul became more and more intense... many delinquents in red clothes began to find it unbearable.

"Quite energetic."

Ou Yanliang smiled. Originally, with his body at the peak of Dongxu, he was unable to resist the infection of evil things at the level of Hundong. But at this moment, Xu Zhouyu was at the end of his strength and was firmly suppressed by the Haoran's righteousness scattered throughout Tahaotian. Standing still, unable to mobilize his own transcendent power.

This situation made Wang Sheng and Zeng Sheng marvel. The problems that had troubled Tahaotian for thousands of years seemed to be solved by Wang Zhixin and Zhang Qinghe's theory of unknown origin...

No, that’s not right, it’s not because I don’t know the origin...

Wang Xuan's eyes darkened and he glanced between Ou Yanliang and Wang Zhixin. Since Wang Zhixin and Ou Yanliang cooperated closely, the source of the doctrine that can generate Haoran's righteousness is obvious——

Apparently it came from the Li family.

Prince Yin set up this immortal ban, so the Li family must have concealed the means of this immortal ban. This so-called righteousness sounds like crooked talk at first glance, and is somewhat close to the nonsense of Prince Yin back then...

The Li family finally took action against Chang'an School...

Thinking of this, Wang Xuan and Zeng Sheng looked at each other with helplessness.

"That's all, as long as the problem of the mountain can be solved, so what if the Chang'an School is surrendered to the Li family? Where am I waiting but not studying? When Li Er becomes a saint, all the demons in the Hundred Thousand Mountains will have to compromise. Sooner or later..."

Neither of them paid attention to Xu Nieyu's affairs. In their opinion, since the bad guy came prepared, it was a sure thing.

"Li Er...Li Mo..."

Ou Yanliang was confronting him, but Xu Handu's body suddenly changed, twisted and curled up, and spliced ​​together at an almost weird angle to form an indescribable shape that was difficult for ordinary people to understand. It should have been a ferocious and ugly monster, but instead it spread out. With the brilliance of literature and art that makes people worship and convert.

"How presumptuous, are you the one who can call the Supreme Saint King and today's name at will?"

Ou Yanliang barely managed to decipher the message from his roar, and he would get rid of it with a slap...