Shuo Mansion is naturally very grand. It can be said to be a big mansion that comes in and out. The vermilion paint on the door is shiny, and there is no end inside the door.

When we got inside, the corridors were turned around, the rockery flowed, and poetry was left behind from time to time. Naturally, most of them were written by Master Shuo, and they were not considered literary. However, it is natural for people in the world to pursue fame and fortune. Some people always think that their ink treasures are precious and can be passed down through the ages. In the past life, there was an emperor who left behind 100,000 poems, and of course there were almost no ones that could be remembered by others.

Famous quotes are like clever talismans, which are made up of thousands of techniques, and later generations can do so. If you want to come up with your own ideas from it, it is almost impossible to ascend to the sky.

This rockery flowing water, poetry and ancient paintings, looks elegant to others, and is like a child's letter pen and graffiti, not worth a smile.

Of course, rockery flowing water, poetry and ancient paintings are not worth laughing at, and there is something that makes Chen Lian laugh secretly.

It turned out that when Master Shuo heard another Taoist priest who had announced the list, he went from the inner courtyard to the front hall. He was very well maintained, white and fat, and looked in his early forties. No one thought he was in his fifties.

When Chen Lian saw this man, he was the Shuo Magistrate of Qingzhou, and he couldn't help laughing in his heart. He laughed at the fact that he would never meet in life. He used some information from the Shen family to teach a way to settle the deficit for the magistrate, so that the Shuo Magistrate was transferred away safely.

Of course, Chen Lian was to use this as a condition so that he could also use the power of the Shuozhizhou Prefecture to enter the Qingzhou Prefecture prison, meet the Qing robe man, and then obtain the method of practicing Qi.

The two have cause and effect, but in general, they cannot say who owe whom.

Mr. Shuo has a good memory. After more than ten years, he is addicted to alcohol and color, and his memory is declining. He naturally doesn’t remember the appearance of a deep reincarnation, but he just feels familiar.

Taoist Sanguang was looked down upon by the disciples before. On the way in, he sorted out his clothes in advance, cleaned up the dust and beard on his face. He was pretty good, and he hanged out in the casino, and developed the ability to pretend and acted like a fairy-like appearance.

Master Shuo looked at Chen Lianyou and thought that this young Taoist priest was the little disciple of Taoist Sanguang.

His status and status are not to worry about Sanguang Taoist, a famous old gambling stick. Even if the servants who accompany him know him, they will not say it out, after all, there is no benefit.

Moreover, these people have the intention of holding the Sanguang Taoist to make a fool of themselves later, let alone making a mistake. Moreover, Sanguang Taoist is from a family background. I heard that his ancestors had really produced immortals, so when the master asks, he can also make excuses.

Master Shuo looked at the Taoist priests, one old and one young, and both had a bit of charm, so he naturally eagerly talked about the monsters to the Taoist sanwen.

Chen Lian didn't say a word, and the Taoist Sanguang didn't know where Chen Lian came from. He was afraid that Chen Lian would take action first. If he conquered the monster, wouldn't he have cut off his own wealth?

He also had his own little plan. After all, the monster probably didn't have much madness, otherwise Master Shuo would not dare to continue to live. He also practiced his energy for a few days, and his wealth was fascinating. At this time, his mind was full of thoughts, except for the monster, and then took the thousand-two-patterned silver that Master Shuo respectfully presented, and then returned to the casino.

When Taoist Sanguang thought of beautiful things, he couldn't help but smile, as if he had gained something.

Master Shuo was a little misunderstood, thinking that the old Taoist priest had already made up his mind after hearing his words, and he was relieved.

Then he said, "That Taoist priest, let's get rid of the monster immediately."

Taoist Sanguang was thinking that it was okay, but he didn't hear what Mr. Shuo said just now, but he didn't dare to refuse.

Chen Lian could hear it clearly. It turned out that five days ago, Shuo Zhizhou's family woke up and found that there was an extra tree in the West Garden. The tree was pitch black all over, as if it was burnt and struck by lightning.

As soon as the servant entered, he had hallucinations before he even got close to him.

Although the tree was in the West Garden and did not move, it suddenly appeared, and there was such an evil sect, such as tree demons, Master Shuo was naturally afraid. He even hired several waves of monks and Taoists, but after entering, he was also infected and turned into a dusty face.

When Chen Lian heard this, he understood in his heart that it turned out to be a tree demon who knew illusion, which was strange.

Shi Shiran followed Master Shuo to Xiyuan. He pointed forward and found that there was a tree, which was like burnt and turned into charcoal.

The Shenling Spiritual Knowledge passed by this tree, with only a trace of invisible vitality and the ghost inside that seemed to be dissipated.

Seeing this, Taoist Sanguang didn't see anything strange. He didn't know what Master Shuo said just now, so he stepped forward and didn't notice any reaction.

After walking into Sanfoe again, suddenly Taoist Sanguang was lying on the ground, shaking his head and rolling, as if someone was beating him, and shouting: "Dad, stop beating, I won't bet anymore, mother, please let Dad's assistant."

I saw him rolling all over the ground, then got up, and ran out, unable to stop him.

Shuo couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't expect that this Taoist priest would be useless. Fortunately, he had seen many similar things during this period and was not very angry.

Chen Lian did not chase the Taoist Sanguang, which surprised him a little.

Master Shuo said, "Young Master, don't go out and see how your master is?"

Chen Lian smiled in his heart. If Sanguang was really a descendant of the Taoist sect, when it comes to generations, he would have to call himself his ancestors.

He said leisurely: "I am not his apprentice, so I'd better leave this tree demon to me."

Only then did Mr. Shuo realize what misunderstandings had occurred. Before he could ask in detail, Chen Lian slowly walked to the front of the tree, but nothing strange happened. Mr. Shuo couldn't help but wonder, and thought to himself, someone who was capable was really there.

He sank to the front of the tree, and a personal face appeared in the middle of the trunk, and then a divine thought was passed on to him. He only heard: "Young Master, why are you here?"

Chen Lian was a strange thing. The tree demon had naturally developed spirituality and seemed to have encountered a thunder tribulation. How could he call him the young master? So he asked, "What did you ask me to be the young master?"

"Since the young master has learned the master's sword energy that has or does not form, according to humans, he is his successor, so I should naturally call you the young master." The tree demon replied.

Chen Lian pondered for a while and said, "You are the loquat tree in Mr. Su's house." He could not forget it. He recalled the appearance of the loquat tree at that time, which roughly corresponded to the torso of this tree. He also made such a guess because of "there is no form to produce sword energy."

"Yes, the little slave is the loquat tree of the master. When he resisted the transformation thunder tribulation a few days ago, he was attacked by the Blue-faced Ghost King and lost his inner elixir and had to escape here." The loquat tree trembled slightly, and a lot of scorched carbon ash fell on its body.
Chapter completed!