The indescribable Taoist Lord

Ah this...

Now even Taiyin Star Lord can't help but laugh at Zhang Qinghe——

"The young master took advantage of this and created a whole village of nephews out of thin air."

Zhang He didn't react. Isn't this the dandy who drowned himself in the river in Chang'an? How could he be the elder of the clan who came out of nowhere?

Despite this, Lao Cun's status in the family is still unshakable. Zhang He, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, just toasted his "uncle" with a glass of turbid wine.

Zhang San looked at the reactions of these people and felt a little at a loss.

Not to mention him, even Zhang He couldn't figure out what kind of medicine his father was selling in the gourd.

Lao Cun was looking at Zhang Qinghe carefully, as if he wanted to see some familiar features, but hesitated to speak. However, he looked at Zhang San and his children again, and fell into hesitation.

"Tell me, you should know."

Zhang Qinghe didn't know what Old Muramasa was going to say. He just kept calm, pretending to be a little sophisticated, and then added to the anger.

"The eldest son of my family has no spiritual roots and cannot practice the techniques left by our ancestors. The second son finally had some spiritual wisdom, but he died young and was not blessed to embark on the path of immortality. These things have not been told to others.

They originally thought that they would be the life of the crops. If they knew their origins and had delusional thoughts in their hearts, they would be like that and die of thirst on the tidal flats of the Wei River. "

Old Muramasa was a well-established man, he seemed to be full of energy, and his teeth were not bad. The meat in the pot was not soft and rotten, but he still chewed it carefully.

"Since the descendants are from the Zong family, they naturally know where we are. It is normal for the blood descendants of the Jinxian family to have spiritual roots, but our family is different."

"Not every clan member has spiritual roots."

Zhang Qinghe spoke carefully, but in fact, what he said was just following the old Cunzheng's train of thought, and Yi Yu came up with more words.

"Yeah... the Zhang family is so big. If it lifts its foot in the middle of the sky, it will make the Cangjiang tremble. There are still half of the clan members who are born with missing spiritual roots. This is probably the Zhang family's most worrying secret. .”

"It turns out that in this village... there are mostly abandoned babies from the Zhang family who have no spiritual roots? That's not right. I have dealt with the Zhang family, and they are all prudes with a tight face, but they can be called moral people. If Shan It's just an abandoned baby, it can be raised in Tianwaitian. If it is a family secret that you don't want people to know, this will be even safer!"

Taiyin Xingjun's voice asked at the right moment, but Zhang Qinghe stood still.

"Muramasa is a Taoji."

"This makes the noble man laugh. Even though the Zong family sent me, Xuanzu, to manage this place, but after generations of intermarriage, the spiritual roots are gradually weakening, and the qualifications are not as good as before.

When I got to the boss, not even the spiritual root was passed down. "

The old villager scolded his hopeless son.

"Then it's time for more people to come."

"That's it. Perhaps that's why Miss Lian thought that the noble man was the monk of our family who had taken over this place again."

Old Muramasa didn't ask about Zhang Qinghe's ancestry or the reason why he came here. He just explained in detail the abnormality of Zhang San's mother before. Perhaps in his opinion, Zhang Qinghe should have heard of "Zhang Lian".

Zhang He was still immersed in the horror of being associated with Jiangzuo's Zhang family - gods were already the most noble people to him, and as for Jiangzuo's Zhang family... that only existed in legendary novels. His great power, in the eyes of ordinary people, is probably as out of reach as the spiritual official Xingjun in the sky.

"Is my husband so sure that I am a member of the Zhang family?"

"Miss Lian's situation...is different. She won't admit her mistake."

Zhang San looked at old Muramasa with longing eyes, but Muramasa avoided him.

"Since you are not here to pity the girl, let's stay here for the time being. I don't know whether you deliberately found this place or came here accidentally, but since you are here, it is good to relax and calm down."

Zhang San muttered, very dissatisfied with Muramasa's vagueness. Even though he had heard many secrets about the village, he still didn't hear the one he wanted to hear most.

Zhang Qinghe casually pushed his angry head down, causing him pain, and angrily stuffed a large piece of fat into his mouth.

"Xiaosaner...what are you angry about?"

After the old village chief said these words, he looked at Zhang San again and smiled gently. He was never as strict with this lovable child as he was with his eldest son.

"Didn't you say that we saw Ruyiban on the snowy field? If they rest outside the valley tonight, I'm afraid you will be able to hear the bell ringing tomorrow morning."

A child's attention is always easily diverted. At this moment, the news about Ruyi Ban that was mentioned again was obviously more important than anything else, making him excited again.

That's not bad, since few people know what they like as children.

"At that time, I will help you talk to the class leader and let you follow them away."

Zhang San finally understood where Muramasa's confidence lay - according to Zhang Qinghe, Muramasa was a monk, in other words, a man among the gods!

He doesn't know about the Zhang family on the left and the Zhang family on the right. He only knows that the gods are the masters in Zhongtian. Not to mention the rich clothes and food, their lives are even more extraordinary than ordinary people can imagine.

But...he hesitated for a while...

"Mr. Muramasa, I won't leave now. The official said that my mother's illness is not cold. Although he can cure it, I still don't worry.

I thought that when my mother recovered from her illness, I would go on the road to find them. "

"Oh...that's fine, that's fine."

Old Cun was about to say something, but then he thought of what Zhang Qinghe said - "You must know", so he stopped interfering in the affairs of these people.

"Your Excellency, perhaps you have also heard of Ruyi Class from San'er?"

"I heard him sing a few verses of "Straw Song," which was pretty good."

"That's natural. In these ten miles and eight towns, the most famous team is them, and the most famous characters are Na Ruyungu and Mr. Yi!"

Zhang He was finally able to interject a few words and show off his knowledge while easing his mood.

"Oh, so I'm afraid there aren't many people in Lantian who haven't heard of "Straw Song"?"

"Well, that's not entirely true. They are only halfway through, and they don't know where this song has spread."

"fine."

After Zhang Qinghe listened, he put down his wine cup. Waves of surging auras of heaven and earth were swaying between his plain robes. He no longer concealed his aura, as if Yi Yu deliberately showed it to the people outside the valley. The aura of the Dharma was clearly visible. .

This breath bypasses the common customs in the village and goes straight to the sky in this place——

Not long after, a star that seemed to represent the world's attack and war, gathering the instinct of fighting in the nature of all spirits, rose up in the valley, looming in the mysterious curtain.

It's very cold and heavy.