Expressions can be fake.

Disdain can also be fake.

However, the nonchalance of the other party as he sat down cross-legged without restraint and picked up the teacup seemed genuine.

Let Taijing doubt what Senior Brother Daomen said.

The Taoist brother he mentioned was none other than Emperor Tang An.

As the younger generation, the two have known each other for a long time, so naturally they can't avoid greetings.

Especially in the capital city of this small secular dynasty, for them it was almost like looking up and not seeing each other.

It's just that they both had a tacit understanding and didn't talk to each other in depth.

There was a hint of undetectable suspicion on Taijing's eyebrows as he spoke.

Even if they are members of the same Taoist sect, or are brothers in the same sect, it is most taboo to communicate with each other in a superficial way.

It's a small thing to have no sense of propriety, but it may cause serious problems if someone is looking for secrets.

He looked up and down at the red-haired monk in front of him.

The face is angular and square.

Implies blue and white.

The speaker can see that his teeth are quite sharp, and in some places he can even see two rows of teeth. As for the red hair and horns on the top of his head, he doesn't even need to look at them. Compared with other features, these two are relatively inconspicuous.

The whole body was surrounded by a haze that was so dense that it was impossible to tell whether it was the evil spirit or the abyss of heaven.

Yan Tianjun on the other side smiled and did not refute the Ghost Saint's words.

This makes Taijing very strange.

For a moment, he was unsure of the details, so he smiled and said, "My Taoist friend is magnanimous and free-spirited, and I am not as good as him."

As he spoke, he drank some tea.

Indeed, as Guisheng said, the tea is delicious.

Especially this unknown tea leaf also contains a strange but gentle power, which can benefit monks like him.

This made him even more confused.

It's good tea, good words, and a good attitude. No matter how you look at it, there's something wrong with it.

Uneasiness grew in Tai Jing's heart.

He thought carefully about whether he had seen this person somewhere, or whether they could be of use to him.

Or rather, this person is indeed as seen, treating everyone with an ordinary attitude.

Taijing, who was unsure, held up his hands and said: "I'm a disciple of Taiyi Sect, this is my junior sister. I should have come to see my senior earlier. I heard that my senior likes purity, so I didn't dare to disturb him. However, my senior has great magical powers and I am yearning for it, so I am shameless.

Come and see if you have this opportunity."

Yan Tianjun nodded and said, "You are telling the truth."

No one of the three people, each with their own thoughts in mind, took the lead to speak up.

The little girl in the green skirt looked around.

I originally wanted to say something, but I stopped after seeing my senior brother's signaling look.

He picked up the tea cup like an adult, but after just one sip, he grimaced in pain.

Because the senior brother could only shut up, he slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

Taijing was ready to hear what Tianjun had to say, but when he saw that there were only two words, he almost understood that the other party didn't want to tell them.

That's right. After so many years, neither Taoism nor Buddhism has been passed down. Guxianlou has been making efforts, but the efforts are in vain. How could he get favored by such luck?

Fortunately, there was no hope in the first place, so it was not a loss.

The red-haired ghost saint pondered for a long time, put down the tea cup in his hand, smoothed up his messy long dark red hair, gathered it behind his head and tied it up casually, and then said lightly: "In a few days, the forbidden land will not be peaceful.

Things may cause a big fuss, so if you have a child with you, leave early."

Tai Jing was stunned and frowned suddenly.

"Thank you fellow Taoist for reminding me."

"Don't want to leave?"

"It's not that I don't want to, there are still some things that haven't been done yet."

"What didn't get done?"

The red-haired ghost saint's questioning forced Taijing to deal with it hastily.

He originally thought that everything would be fine if he just accepted the words, but he didn't expect the other party to refuse to give in. He clearly wanted to get to the bottom of the matter and would not give up until he achieved his goal.

Let Tai Jing feel a little helpless.

Thinking of what the red-haired Ghost Saint said just now, Taijing felt that if there was a chance to obtain the inheritance, it might actually work.

So I agreed and replied like this.

Tu Shanjun also realized that what he was asking might be sect secrets. He did not continue to ask but said: "Is Taihua okay?"

Taijing, who was secretly breathing a sigh of relief, suddenly froze and asked with some suspicion: "Who are you talking about, fellow Taoist?"

"Taihua."

Tu Shanjun pointed his finger on the table while speaking.

Leave the shape floating and write a name.

This time, Tai Jing heard and saw clearly. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the other party was an old friend of Tai Hua. No wonder his attitude towards them was so different.

The elegant Tai Jing smiled and cupped his hands and said: "Junior Brother Taihua is very talented, and now we have reached the critical moment of practicing fake and real."

"Fellow Taoist knows Junior Brother Taihua."

"I don't know, who is Taoist friend?"

Most of Tai Jing's hesitation just now dissipated, his expression relaxed, and he asked about Tu Shanjun's name.

There was no strange color in Tu Shanjun's eyes.

He saw Taihua's talent and conduct with his own eyes. At that time, Taihua could force Venerable Chuiyun back with one sword strike. Later, he heard from Chuiyun that Taihua could seriously injure him with just one strike.

That sword should have killed him, but Taihua used his sword energy to hang Chuiyun's life.

It's like tying a person to the edge of a cliff with a rope.

He knew that this person was not a creature of the pond and would become famous sooner or later.

"I do know him."

"That was probably hundreds of years ago."

The red-haired ghost saint's black and red eyes flashed with a look of reminiscence: "I will always remember that day!"

"Senior brother has passed away, internal and external troubles have occurred, and the position of leader is still vacant. My incompetent disciple and my senior brother's son entered the main hall where the jade statue of the ancestor and a number of spiritual tablets were placed. They were arguing. It didn't seem like they were fighting for the master's position.

The position of the sect, in fact, is indeed where the leader belongs."

Yan Tianjun remained calm because he had already made a guess.

Tai Jing looked confused, but he was still very interested in the encounter between this fellow Taoist and Junior Brother Tai Hua, and he did not interrupt either.

He cheered up with great interest.

"Then they insisted on asking me to come forward."

"I don't want to be the master of this."

Tushanjun seems to be in a dilemma again.

At that time, he could follow the original plan and let Yu Long take charge of the Soul Flag.

Then relying on the sect's growth, he would then support the sect. As the sect's inheritance ancestor, as long as every sect leader controls the soul flag, he can secure his position as the leader of the sect.

However, no one in the sect at that time could shoulder such heavy pressure and responsibility.

"The Kunpeng Sect has been integrated and will be approaching the city soon."

"Venerable Chuiyun is in the late stage of becoming a god again."

"Even I don't know how to win."

"Staying in the sect and resisting will only cause all my disciples to be buried with me."

"Can't leave."

"Can't win."

Tu Shanjun let out a long sigh, looked at Tai Jing who was sitting on the case, and said leisurely: "They had been arguing for a long time that day, and there was nothing I could do. At this moment, a man came to the door. He was wearing a white robe, the same white as you.

robe."

"The white-robed monk broke into the Patriarch Hall and asked about the person who founded the sect."
To be continued...