Chapter 510 Drinking to Relieve Worries, Drinking to Relieve Worries, Speak Slowly

"Master, what is Tao?"

"This question...you need to explore it yourself. Every monk sees a different way from others. I can't teach you."

"Then Master, do cultivators fight with others just to fight for treasures?"

"It's not just about fighting for treasures. The Tao is opposite, the way of self-cultivation is conflicting, or the ideas are different, and there are old grudges, and swords will face each other..."

The leisurely courtyard falls, and the curved water flows.

Yang Jian is in a free form, sitting beside the flowing water, watching the lazy clouds in the sky.

Beside him, a slender girl was kneeling dignifiedly, her small face was full of solemnity, listening carefully to the master's explanation of what she didn't understand.

Although she didn't know why her master suddenly came back to teach her how to practice, Zixia still cheered in her heart, and listened carefully to Yang Jian's few words and observed her master's every word and deed.

Aside, Ao Xinke came with a flower basket, exchanged wine and food for Yang Jian, and whispered a few words about Zixia's practice, and then walked away without disturbing the rare pair of master and apprentice.

Yang Jian was obviously in a good mood today, and he talked softly to his wife in front of his apprentice, which made Zixia, who had no idea what love between a man and a woman was, blushed.

After Yang Jian explained two Taoist scriptures to Zixia, Zixia was a little drowsy and it was going to be late.

"Let's end here today," Yang Jian said softly, thinking that being a master should be more dignified, and straightened his back, "Go back and write down the scriptures you have heard today three times, and tomorrow I will ask you the essence of them as a teacher."

Zixia nodded quickly, her small face was full of determination.

"Come back, master is going to find your mistress too," Yang Jian said jokingly, and was about to stand up with his hands on his knees.

Zixia got up quickly, her fringed skirt fluttering gently, and hurriedly supported her 'teacher father', her expression was quite respectful, but her expression was a bit hesitant to speak.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Is there anything I want to ask, is Master ever beating and scolding you?"

"Hey," Zixia responded in a low voice, and then asked softly, "Master, I heard from my wife that there was a master uncle Yin Hong who seemed to have done something wrong and was beaten to death by the Taiji diagram. What's going on?"

Yang Jian sighed softly, motioning for Zixia to follow her and stroll gently in the corridor of the backyard.

"Yin Hong was originally the second prince of Yin and Shang. He and his brother were framed by Daji and the treacherous minister Fei Zhongyouhun. They were ordered to be exterminated by Emperor Xin of Shang. Tiger poison does not eat its offspring. This Emperor Xin deserves the word tyranny."

Zixia listened quietly, listening to Yang Jian slowly tell the story of Yin Hong's past, the master and apprentice were strolling in the backyard of Yang's mansion, when the fairies and patrolling guards in the mansion saw them, they all backed away one after another, not daring to disturb the conversation between the master and apprentice.

This mansion is quite vast, and even if you walk around for an hour or two, you won't see the same scene.

When Yang Jian mentioned that Yin Hong provoked Xuandu to show up, the eldest among the saints of the Sanqing sent Xuandu Grand Master to send a Taiji diagram to help Chi Jingzi clean up the traitors, Zixia on the side was also quite surprised.

"Master, is Yin Hong so powerful? He actually wants the saint to use the innate treasure."

"It's just mediocre skills," Yang Jian shook his head. "This is the opportunity of the sage master to warn the disciples in the sect that there are some things that cannot be done, and some things that cannot be done. If anyone does the thing of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, it will end in nothingness."

"But didn't Master just say that Yin Hong had a strand of primordial spirit that also went to the list of gods?" Zixia murmured, "Why should a disciple like this not be completely destroyed, but also give him another chance to live, and even let him go to the heaven to become a god."

"This," Yang Jian was speechless for a while, glanced at Zixia, raised his hand and tapped her on the forehead, "Don't ask these questions that the teacher can't answer!"

"Oh," Zixia stuck out the tip of her tongue, with a little complacency on her face.

Yang Jian sighed: "How many things in this world are really fair, after you see a lot, you will naturally understand."

"En!" Zixia pursed her lips in response, followed behind Yang Jian, looked up at Yang Jian's back, and didn't feel that her master was too oppressive, but cared for her like a father and brother.

On the contrary, I am a little envious of Aunt Xiaochan...

"Master, are Master's Wife and Master a Taoist couple?"

"It shouldn't be called Taoist couple, we are husband and wife," Yang Jian said with a smile, "The so-called Taoist couple does not have to be a man and a woman, but two Taoist priests who practice together and take care of each other on the way of practice."

Zixia seemed to understand but half understood, "Then Master and Uncle Lu Chunyang are Taoist couples?"

"Of course not!" Yang Jian resolutely denied that Lu Chunyang and Bai Ze lived in Yang's mansion during this time, and formed a big formation for Zhou Capital City. Zixia also learned swordsmanship from Lu Chunyang and benefited a lot.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Your Uncle Lu has his own Taoist friend, you can ask him like this later, cough! Why don't you marry Master He? Let's see how he reacts."

"Oh... why do you ask such a question?"

"Just make fun of him," Yang Jian tapped his apprentice's forehead lightly, Zixia blinked in pain, but Yang Jian overestimated the strength of her apprentice's fairy body, so she struck a little harder.

Having arrived in front of the attic where Yang Jian lived, he sent Zixia back to write scriptures silently, so Yang Jian went to find his wife Wen Cun.

Taoist couple, husband and wife...

It's actually no different now.

After entering the attic, Yang Jian immediately put away his smile, and Ao Xinke, who was waiting by the side, made a water mirror for Yang Jian.

"What's the matter, did Lu Yue show any signs?"

"It shouldn't be so fast," Ao Xinke said softly, "Then Lu Yue and Shen Gongbao are quite cautious. Husband, even if you are really not in the barracks, let Nezha and the others go to Qinglongguan to provoke once a day. It may take half a month or a month or even longer before they will test Zhou Jun."

Yang Jian stroked his chin and thought carefully, "It won't take that long, and it will take three to five days to see results."

"Why?"

"Xin Ke, you still don't understand a man's nature." Yang Jian raised his hand, pulled his wife into his arms, and hugged her gently, "Some things can be tolerated, but some things, he probably can't bear it."

Ao Xinke blinked, "What else did my husband do?"

"In addition to asking Nezha and the others to go to Qinglong Pass to fight every day, I also asked people to spread some rumors among ordinary people in Qinglong Pass."

"rumor?"

"That's right, these rumors... come to your ears."

Ao Xinke leaned close to her, Yang Jian whispered a few words in her ear, Ao Xinke couldn't help but laugh, Xia Fei's cheeks slightly reprimanded Yang Jian a few times.

How can this be tolerated?

The second master immediately stretched his arms and hugged the dragon girl into the boudoir, laying down layers of profound energy so as not to be heard or watched by anyone.

In the other courtyard, the corners of Xiao Chan'er's mouth twitched and the tip of her nose lightly twitched while she was cultivating with all her strength, she continued to comprehend her way.

In Zixia's small courtyard, she was peeking at Master and Mistress with her divine sense, she seemed to understand much more than Yang Jian thought she could understand, there was a little longing in her bright eyes, and she couldn't help muttering...

"Will I have such a Taoist partner who can hug each other in the future?"

Thinking about it, the little man became a little crazy, sitting at the desk, looking at a pear blossom outside the window, quietly in a daze.

On the north wall of Zhou Capital City, a young man and an old Taoist sat on the eaves of the tower. The two were holding wine pots, drinking and drinking, and it took a long time for a word to come out.

Inside the city wall, there are figures of labor everywhere. The construction of the capital formation has just started, but the progress is gratifying.

"Ah, it's started again," Bai Ze withdrew his sense of spying on Yang's mansion, and clicked his tongue, "Young man, you are very angry."

Lu Chunyang smiled and asked, "Have you ever had a confidante?"

Bai Ze snorted, "You should ask how much you have."

"Oh? Seriously?" Lu Chunyang suddenly became interested, "Senior, you also like this? How many times have you had?"

"Seven or eight, I can remember," Bai Ze sighed with feigned regret, "Monster women are charming, human women are soft, witch women are bold and bold, dragon women are virtuous and virtuous, but in ancient times, dragons were semi-closed, and the chances of seeing them were not too many. Phoenix women are the hottest, and when their temper comes up, a mouthful of phoenix real fire can lift the newly built cave into the sky."

Lu Chunyang was immediately amazed, and looked at Bai Ze with admiration.

Bai Ze: "Of course, I've heard these things. Most of the confidante I had before were women from the demon clan bestowed by the demon emperor. There's nothing to say about each of them."

Lu Chunyang immediately rolled his eyes, "I thought seniors like you have tried it."

"Haha, don't say I'm an old man buried in the ground, when will you have a wedding with your head?"

"That's my master. If I really marry him, won't I be like that Yin Hong? Is he deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors?"

"You can't say that," Bai Ze just wanted to persuade, but seeing Lu Chunyang's face was serious, he could only hold down the conversation.

The two continued to drink there, and became a state of not saying a word or two for a long time.

In fact, such friends are the best solution to worries.

...

Three days later, in Qinglong Pass.

Lu Yue originally had four disciples, but after coming to Nanzhou, he took in a mortal general, let's say four and a half disciples.

The eldest disciple Zhou Xin and the fourth disciple Yang Wenhui died in the battle of Qishan, while the second disciple Li Qi and the third disciple Zhu Tianlin were kneeling in the courtyard where Lu Yue was hiding, and none of them dared to raise their heads to speak.

It has been two days since Shen Gongbao went to Jin'ao Island to move reinforcements. In these two days, rumors about Lu Yue suddenly spread in the city and in the army.

These rumors were half true and half false, and many words made Lu Yue quite angry.

"Have you heard that there is a fairy named Lu Yue hidden in our army. This fairy is a poison fairy. If he waved his sleeves, he could make millions of soldiers vomit."

"Really?"

"That's right, why did Zhou's army never dare to attack? They are afraid that millions of people will vomit and diarrhea at the same time!"

This was passed down at the beginning, and before it reached Lu Yue's ears, it boosted the morale of the merchant army.

But it didn't take long before the rumors began to gradually change...

"It is said that the Poison Immortal Lu Yue did not hesitate to test himself for poison in order to practice poison. He used to be handsome, but now he has turned into a rather ugly monster."

"If you say that, I have seen it with my own eyes. Is it the fairy covered with black cloth? It turns out that his appearance was ruined by refining poison."

"I heard that this Poison Immortal was ruined because of his appearance. My childhood sweetheart and junior sister ran away, and my childhood sweethearts didn't want to see him anymore."

"Really, alas, for that laxative ability..."

After another half day, the rumors became more and more unbearable.

"Poison Immortal Lu Yue's childhood sweetheart did not leave because his appearance was ruined, but was killed by him!"

"What did you kill yourself? According to reliable sources, it was because of Lu Yue's 'half-inch length' that the Five Poison Fairy couldn't help but leave."

"Who is the Five Poison Fairy?"

"Nonsense, of course it's the wife of the Poison Immortal... Oh, no, it should be a Taoist companion, that's what Fangwai monks call her."

The poison of vomiting and diarrhea... the poison of vomiting and diarrhea, the poison of vomiting and diarrhea!

"Asshole!"

Lu Yue trembled all over, took a few breaths and tried to hold back the anger in his heart, but finally couldn't help but let out an angry reprimand.

"Prepare the plague powder! I'll let him Yang Jian see if his millions of elite soldiers are infected with my plague, will they just vomit and diarrhea!"

The two disciples looked at each other, immediately agreed, got up and ran to the house to get busy.

In the courtyard, Lu Yue waved his sleeves, and the wall beside him collapsed, turning into dust...