Nine days have passed since he left Master Xianyou. In the past few days, in the first seven days, Zhang Ruochen recited the "Taishang Cave Xuanling Treasure's Supreme Grade of the Great Spiritual Treasure" for Master every day.

Especially on the first seventh day, Zhang Ruochen not only did enough rituals, but also served as the wine that his master loved the most.

Open the jar and let the wine smell smell everywhere. Wine is not a famous wine, but a wine that can be made into ten pounds of wine with a ounce of silver from the city. Compared with those famous wines that are hard to find for thousands of gold, the person status is naturally much worse.

However, the master likes to drink this wine.

Zhang Ruochen once asked why this is?

The master always smiles without saying a word.

"perhaps……"

"It's because of poverty!" This is the only answer that Zhang Ruochen can give.

Zhang Ruochen never greed for the things in this cup, but today he prepared two cups, one for his master and the other for himself.

He felt that today was the first seventh day of Master, and he had to drink two glasses with Master. Sure enough, he was so drunk that he was already a little uncomfortable after one glass.

"Master, the disciple may not be able to do it. It's a bit like a drink... You can't blame the disciple." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself that the wine was so fierce, and he did not forget to talk to the master, his face slightly red. I wonder if it was because of drinking or something else.

At this time, a breeze blew by, blew the grass beside it, making a sound of sand and sand, and Zhang Ruochen was a little drunk.

If you don’t drink, you will be drunk by yourself, but it’s just because you don’t want to be awake.

"So pretentious!" Zhang Ruochen said slightly.

On this day, he stayed here for a day, drank a lot of wine and said a lot of words.

Two days later.

Zhang Ruochen is about to go on a long journey. In fact, it is not that he is not satisfied with the life of Taoism, nor is he that he wants to achieve great power. He has no intention of fighting against the sky, nor has the courage to be enemies with the whole world, nor does he think that this world needs him to save.

Of course, before his master went there, he did not ask him to take his wedding book down the mountain to find his fiancée or something.

He just thought that the world is so big that he had to go out and take a look.

Take a look and come back.

He read in the book that in a distant place, there are people with wings, lions with two heads, and snakes taller than mountains...

He wanted to know if that was true.

He thought, maybe he could be friends with them.

It is best to take them back to this deep mountain and visit this Taoist temple.

"I don't know if they like the food here or the tea here." Zhang Ruochen thought without hesitation, and then he laughed out loud.

"Haha, this is too far, too far."

The clouds in the sky were still so leisurely, and the breeze was very warm, which blew his clothes and brushed his face, which was very comfortable.

"Is it almost March?"

Zhang Ruochen felt a little relieved when he gently cushioned the sword behind his back. This sword was left to him by his master. The sword body was ancient and the sword sheath was elegant, and every machine was the master's intention.

It is called Forgetfulness.

Finally, Zhang Ruochen turned around and stopped, staring deeply at the small Taoist temple, the Taoist temple that often leaked rain and repaired.

Zhang Ruochen looked dazed and murmured to himself: "You often say that Taoist temples, Taoist temples are in front, and Taoist temples are behind, and Taoist temples are not in the sight. There is Tao in my heart. Wherever I go, it is the Taoist temple... But that is just a place for practitioners to practice... This is even more home to me."

"I, Zhang Ruochen, will be back."

...

"At a young age, after going down the mountain to experience this time, is it that I want to be famous all over the world with a sword?"

The person who spoke was an old scholar, who was already fifty years old, but he was not the kind of person with white hair with the power of tying a chicken. On the contrary, his face was extremely young.

The old man who will never grow old is the positioning given to him by people.

"I think so, your master is also a capable master. As his disciple and as a young man, it is common sense to have this idea." Speaking of this, he paused and smiled mysteriously at Zhang Ruochen: "Or, I recommend you to challenge someone and you will definitely be famous all over the world. From now on, you will be a well-known figure in the world."

The old scholar's surname is Wang and his name is Nanshan. He suddenly came to Zhang Ruochen's village at the foot of the lonely mountain more than 30 years ago. He heard that he was still a talented man, but he stayed in this small village for thirty years and worked as a teacher for the children in the village for thirty years.

No one knows the reason, but he often sits in the yard when nothing happens, looking at a jade pendant in a daze.

This is what Fat Tiger said.

Mr. Wang has gone up the mountain many times, so he also met Zhang Ruochen's master and apprentice, and had a good relationship. Before Zhang Ruochen went down the mountain this time, he must have come to him and said a few words.

Zhang Ruochen smiled embarrassedly: "Sir, I am so arrogant. Ruochen just thinks that the world is so big and wants to go and see it."

Wang Nanshan was a little disappointed: "I thought you would ask about his name with great spirit, and then threaten that Hedong for thirty years... or shouting that I, Zhang Ruochen, was destined to go against the will of heaven or something."

Zhang Ruochen was speechless, with a black line on his head. Where is this? He has been in the east and the west of He decades. Since I was born, I have never seen any other river except the small river ten miles away.

As for the defiance of the heavens, do I still have to forget the world and forget love? I want to be enemies of the whole world!

Which storyteller heard this from?

Wang Nanshan put down the teacup and looked at Zhang Ruochen: "However, at such a young age, he lost his temper... not good!"

"You should do this."

Wang Nanshan suddenly stood up, posed for a look, covered his eyes with his left hand, stretched his right hand, and forked his legs, shouting.

"My stupid junior, my evil king's true eyes are almost impossible to seal. Hurry up and use the sword of origin in your hand to cut me, otherwise, the sky will fall, the earth will be overturned, and the world will be destroyed!"

"Ah, I can't hold on anymore, burst, reality! Crush, spirit! Disappear! This world!"

Zhang Ruochen raised his head and held his forehead, "Sharpness?" Are you called "Sharpness"?

This is not called sharpness, this is called second!

Zhang Ruochen looked up and Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Sorry, I'm disturbing."

After saying that, he got up, turned around, raised his foot and left.

"My stupid junior, don't leave, otherwise the world..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ruochen's pace was faster. If he didn't leave, he would probably be the first to be destroyed by the evil king's true eyes.

In a moment, Zhang Ruochen's figure disappeared. After leaving the door, Zhang Ruochen greeted everyone he met along the way.

Inside the house.

Looking at the empty room, Wang Nanshan's expression also became lonely.

"Old Taoist priest, I'll go see you now."

...

On the lonely mountain, there is a lonely grave.

A lonely figure poured two glasses of wine alone.

Put one cup in front of the grave and drink one cup by yourself.

"Old Taoist priest, your disciple's skills are pretty good. The new home I have built for you is pretty good."

"Old Taoist priest, your apprentice went down the mountain today."

"Old Taoist priest, the evil king's true eyes are the strongest..."
Chapter completed!