The indescribable Taoist Lord

Although Zhang Wangxing believed that Zhang Qinghe was just a commoner, and at most he was a little knowledgeable, but when he asked for help from others, he would inevitably call them honorifics instead of calling them "teacher" as if to get into trouble. .

However, the monk's attitude towards the secular world is inevitably a bit contemptuous. Zhang Wangxing's ability to subconsciously pay attention to taking care of Zhang Qinghe's feelings when he needs help has become particularly valuable. After all, many times, there is not necessarily much respect between mortals.

The wind and snow gradually grew stronger, and Zhang Wangxing led the snow towards him, looking a bit like a fairy among gods. However, when his eyes moved up to his face, the face of an honest man who was easy to bully was clearly visible. Then my mood became complicated again.

Just this facial expression alone is not at all celestial.

Zhang Wangxing is not ashamed, and he is vaguely equal to a young boy who is younger than himself. He has been hesitant recently about things that he has been unable to say out loud, but because he wanted to ask Zhang Qinghe for advice on fishing in the Wei River, The trick came out naturally.

From this point of view, he is somewhat similar to Zhang Qinghe.

He was puzzled. When he came down from the rainbow that day, he clearly saw Zhang Qinghe fishing on the edge of the Wei River. He didn't drive the boat to the middle like him, but he heard that he could catch a lot of fish by chance.

On the other hand, I had all the fishing gear and had been busy for a while, but found nothing. There are even times when I can't help but want to use my soul to sweep around the Cangjiang River, and then use my great supernatural powers to directly pull up the fish from the bottom of the water.

Good guy, after having this idea, Zhang Wangjiang had to spend a lot of effort every time to regain his senses, suppress his thoughts, and kept thinking in his heart - I am a serious fisherman...

"Oh? Brother Wangxiang."

Zhang Qinghe took advantage of him openly and honestly. Ever since Zhang Wangxing lived in Zhangjiacun, Zhang Qinghe no longer called him a guest, but took advantage of him intentionally or unintentionally, befitting his peers.

However, Muramasa and others did not feel dissatisfied at all.

Moreover, he just wanted those people to think that he and Zhang Wangxing were the same generation - Zhang Lian also called him brother, and the old village leader even ordered Zhang He to call him uncle. If this makes Brother Zhang Wangxing unnatural, it will only make Taiyin suffer a little more and revise the cognition of ordinary or low-level monks again.

"Brother Wangxing is indeed a monk. When the winter sun rose this morning, I saw Brother Wangxing wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat, heading to the Wei River.

At that time, I was a little surprised. This great river, mountain, wind and sun are all under the warm sunshine of fresh snow and clearing. For what purpose did Brother Wangjiang put on this outfit?

Now, looking at the growing snow, I realize that Brother Wangxiang had foreseen it a long time ago, but it’s a bit ridiculous for me to be so concerned about it. "

There was a faint frown on the young master's handsome face, but after saying these words, he relaxed and smiled.

He directly turned against the guest, and it was clear that he had ordered Si Yun and Siming to think of a way to do it, but now he was using his wits to blame it on Zhang Wangxing as a joke.

"oh oh……

Yes, that is natural, and naturally it was foreseen..."

Zhang Wangxing was startled, then stroked his nose, and accepted the matter without any reaction. He was actually grateful for the snow.

How could he have the nerve to tell Zhang Qinghe that he was just doing it for show?

Monks can naturally predict celestial phenomena intentionally or unintentionally - the appearance of wind, frost, rain and snow is not unrelated to the heaven and the Tao. Zhang Wangxing has naturally touched the realm of the Tao and has reached the level of emptiness. But this kind of foresight can only be noticed when the celestial phenomena begin to change.

In addition, there is rarely frost or snow in Shenxia, ​​and the Cangjiang River only gets some snow ash every year in the harsh winter. Therefore, he is not familiar with when it snows, but he feels that it is somewhat normal.

Although the snow was falling strangely, Zhang Wangxing felt that his head was inexplicably confused because of the taiyin, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

"I heard Brother Wangji calling me all the way away. I wonder what's important?"

Zhang Qinghe glanced at Zhang Wangxing's outfit, and the gold-woven coir raincoat revealed a sense of luxury from the inside out - a noble family is a noble family, and there are quite a lot of things on hand.

Although this thing is not a rare spiritual weapon, it is enough to scare people.

But obviously - because there are still a few ghosts in the Weishui River, this coir raincoat cannot help him catch fish.

He asked Zhang Wangxing pretending to be confused, and then led Zhang San towards the other side of the village. Zhao Haitang followed suit silently.

But this petite girl was looking at Zhang Qinghe and Zhang Wangxing with great interest.

She really didn't know what kind of medicine Zhang Qinghe was selling in the gourd. Ever since Zhang Wangxing arrived, it seemed that he had been preparing for something, but now, it seemed like he had completely taken the initiative.

Not to mention Zhang Qinghe's remarks a while ago, such as "Are you interested in doing something big?", all showed that what Zhang Qinghe was thinking was not simple.

This vague sense of mystery made her impatient, as if there were thousands of hands scratching her heart, itching, but at the same time it made her excited, wanting to see if this Chang'an School's default "walking in the world" could create a prosperous world. What kind of plan does the literary saint's life have in this small village?

"The snow is heavy. We are weak and weak, but we are not like monks. Brother Zhang should tell me while we are walking."

Seeing Zhang Wangxing still hesitating behind him, Zhang Qinghe's voice came from the front, shocking Zhang Wangxing, who was a little shy.

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Qinghe, who seemed not interested at all and didn't look back. He was really in a complicated mood. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is a god among gods, but in the eyes of these people, he is like a cabbage on the roadside, which can be seen everywhere and they don't care.

Good guys, I am a god, please pay attention to me!

"Sir, wait a minute!"

Zhang Wangxing had no room for hesitation anymore. Although he could reach Zhang Qinghe in an instant, he still chose to run quickly to these people.

Although he had already put the fishing rod in the secret bag, the appearance of the coir raincoat was still a bit funny, which made Zhang San couldn't help laughing - the snow had already accumulated on his body, and he was carried by the coir raincoat on one shoulder, like a A big snowman stuck in the snow.

The village was getting closer. Zhang San was about to go back to his home, but he was grabbed by Zhang Qinghe. He communicated with Zhang San without leaving a trace——

"Wait a little longer, I'll get it later."

And it was at this time.

"I do have something to discuss with sir."