Outside the broken snow garden, next to the bamboo forest, Zhu Tong saw his uncle and senior brother off on their way back.

Zhu Chengfeng and Zhu Chenghu were patrolling around, and Brother Zhu Tong respectfully listened to his uncle's teachings.

They came early in the morning, treated the Bamboo Taoist priest, and then left without even having a meal here. This is a custom in the world. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. When high-ranking people meet, the shorter the time, the better.

"Fengzhuo Qingyu, Phoenix Mask, and Phoenix Bone Ghost Whip are the three weapons of the Zhumen. Now I have finally recovered one of them. Liu Yilan is too smart. If I had taken out Fengzhuo Qingyu earlier, the Bamboo Taoist Priest would not have to wait for your senior brother.

Come out and endure the pain for two more months, and Zhu Yun will be able to cure his injury."

As soon as the uncle opened his mouth, Zhu Tong understood that he was not pedantic at all; who could enter the Zhu Sect who had not experienced thousands of choices and hard training? The old man understood that the purpose of Liu Yilan's generous gift was Zhu Tong.

"You can't buy this with money. Zhu Tong, don't blame your uncle for making things difficult for you. You have to contact Liu Yilan more in the future. If she has anything to do, try to help her if you can; Feng Zhuo Qingyu is in your teacher's department."

With Gu Zhuhong in hand, we still have to rely on Liu Yilan to get information about her."

Zhu Huang took out Fengzhuo Qingyu and caressed the pearl on the pen: "Fengzhuo Qingyu, the green feather under the neck of the divine bird Phoenix is ​​the front, and the jade rhinoceros horn of the snow mountain cloud beast is the pole; this orb is the purple cloud bead, which can condense

The essence calms the mind. In the eyes of those who don’t know it, it is just an ancient pen. Calligraphers cannot use this pen. Green feather does not stick to water, and ordinary ordinary ink cannot soak into the tip of the pen. "

"Senior Aunt Zhu Hong?" Zhu Tong and his second senior brother asked in shock at the same time; in their memories, there was no trace of this person. The first time they heard about this senior sister was in the Temple of the Heavenly King in Phoenix City; but they did not expect that this person was in Phoenix City.

Zhuo Qingyu belongs to her.

The master has a phoenix mask, and the aunt has Feng Zhuo Qingyu, so the phoenix bone ghost whip should be in the hands of the uncle in front of him, right? Zhu Tong looked at the old man up and down several times, and saw nothing except the stick of sweat smoke.

Something else similar to "whip".

"Boy, what are you looking at? I don't have the phoenix bone ghost whip here. Our senior Zhu Tianyin caused such a big disturbance with the phoenix bone ghost whip. After Tianyin left, the whereabouts of the phoenix tail ghost whip were also unknown. The two of us

My uncle lived in Huashan for five years in search of the Phoenix Tail Ghost Whip, but there was no news at all; it was a black black gold whip, one foot and seven inches long, with nine rings of ink jade embedded in it as nine palaces."

As the old man spoke, he walked to the thickest clump of green bamboo in the depths of the bamboo forest and used Fengzhuo Qingyu to paint on the three green bamboos.

There is an undercurrent of fresh air, and the force slides; the green bamboo as thick as a wine glass instantly withers and turns yellow, but the green feathers of the phoenix shine with a precious light.

The haze floats in the purple cloud beads, and the green phoenix breaks through the shackles of the white clouds, hovering lively on the pen body; the green feathers and silk hairs at the tip of the pen close together, emitting crystal clear emerald light.

"Write the word "Zhumen Zhi" with Fengzhuo Qingyu, and one stroke can save thousands of people. A hundred years ago, the Central Plains suffered a great plague, Zhu Yue, the senior of Zhumen, used Fengzhuo Qingyu to save the victims in two counties. She also spent all her efforts,

He passed away after returning to his master's school."

Zhu Tong and Zhu Yun both looked disbelieving. The old man did not explain. He tapped Feng Zhuo Qingyu's pen on his left finger. Feng Zhuo Qingyu sucked a stream of the old man's blood, and the seven gems shone red. Zhu Huang

His face was originally yellow, but now it became even more yellow; he held the penholder in his right hand, and unlike ordinary calligraphers, he was holding five gems with his five fingers, and wrote the word "wind" in front of Zhu Tong's eyes.

"Do you know?" The old man swayed, and Zhu Yun hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

The "wind" blew into Zhu Tong's chest, and the two gems on Feng Zhuo Qingyu shot out two rays of light, penetrating Zhu Tong's eyes.

Zhu Tongru was shocked by electricity, and stood there in a daze. Strange shadows were swirling in his mind, and warmth rose in his chest and spread to his whole body.

"Got it." After nine breaths, Zhu Tong came to his senses. The energy he had spent writing healing characters for the Bamboo Taoist a month ago was instantly restored, and he realized that his cultivation level had greatly increased. It was more than 20% to 30% higher than before.

"You are a disciple of Zhumen. Elder Mei said that you want to withdraw from the world. I will not interfere with your freedom, but only for Feng Zhuo Qingyu and the kindness Zhumen has given you in raising you. You must repay this favor for Zhumen.

.”

"Yes." Zhu Tong took out the phoenix mask: "This is the phoenix mask..."

"Zhu Yun has told you about your master. You have done a good job. Since you have the Phoenix Mask in your hand, you should take it first. After you have done what you should do, if you still want to withdraw from the world in two years, you can

Return it to Zhumen." The old man turned around and left without even looking at the phoenix mask.

"But Uncle Master, I don't know how to use it." Zhu Tong caught up a few steps; although this thing looked exquisite, he really couldn't figure out what magical power it had; but after feeling the magical power of Feng Zhuo Qingyu, he imagined that Uncle Master

Zhu Tianyin used the phoenix bone ghost whip to stain the world with blood, and the little liar became more curious about the phoenix mask.

The old man had walked ten feet away without looking back and left one sentence: "Your uncle Zhu Tianyin didn't know the magical power of the phoenix bone ghost whip, but he used it to commit shocking murders; only you can discover the magical power of the phoenix mask. Zhu Tianyin

Tong, please pay more attention and find the Phoenix-tailed Ghost Whip."

One more word, one more task; the second senior brother Zhu Yun shook his head, made a phone-listening gesture in his ear, and followed the old man.

When Zhu Tong was with the old liar, he was not in such a mess now, and he was not subject to many restrictions. He never took the so-called sect's mission and rules seriously. But when faced with his uncle Zhu Huang, the little liar's heart

He was more in awe, not even daring to say wisecracks, but obediently agreed to come down to find the phoenix bone ghost whip, and didn't dare to repay the price.

"Congratulations, brother Zhu." Zhu Taoist saw Zhu Tong and congratulated him with a smile.

"What's there to congratulate?" Zhu Tong felt unhappy and sat down to drink tea.

For ordinary people in the martial arts world, increasing one's skill is indeed worthy of congratulations, but little liars don't care about this.

Zhu Tong originally wanted to write healing words for Zhu Taoist again, but his uncle pretended to be stupid after getting Fengzhuo Qingyu. There must be a reason for him; outsiders don't know the rules of the Zhu sect, so the little liar decided to pretend to be stupid; he thought

:Compared with the master's shrewdness, perhaps the uncle Zhu Huang's seeming pedantry is more powerful.

"If ten million were placed here and one successful power was placed here, what would the Taoist want?" Zhu Tong divided two teacups, one green and one white, and asked the Taoist Zhu.

"This is a difficult problem." Taoist Bamboo did not answer directly, but placed the two teacups again; "If this only represents Miss Su's love, and this only represents the world of Jianghu, Zhu Tong, which one will you choose?"

Zhu Tong was just about to grab the green tea cup representing Ye'er. He wanted to say that he chose to be with Ye'er, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The bamboo Taoist made a move, but it was dangerous. At this time, he was uneasy. Taoist priests really know how to choose their time.

"Which one do you think I will choose?"

"As long as you like it, whatever you choose is right. Taoist priests are familiar with hexagrams and rarely do these things. Today I will make an exception. If it is not right, I will just treat it as a joke." The bamboo Taoist's eyes flashed with strange light, and he looked at it for a moment before slowly speaking.

: "Brother Zhu is a person of deep affection and nature, similar to the Taoist priest when he was young; however, people with temperament all have a weakness: ego. Brother Zhu, when will you be able to step out of yourself and forget yourself and love?"

"..., Daozong."

The bamboo Taoist took out his bamboo flute, and the sound of the flute rose like light clouds in the empty valley; not far away, Liu Yilan listened to it dreamily.

Zhu Tong no longer knew what to say. He was immersed in the sound of the flute and felt the bamboo Taoist priest's love for life and gratitude for nature. For a moment, he forgot about things and me, and his spirit wandered in the vast world where the moon was clear and the wind was clear.

When the sound of the flute stopped, the bamboo Taoist priest whispered: "The people of the world, the affairs of the world, and the path of the world. Brother Zhu, have you ever thought about what is the basis for the existence of the Jianghu Dao? What path do the Jianghu people take?"

"What?"

"It's freedom,"

"Freedom?" Zhu Tong asked doubtfully.

"It's freedom! A few decades ago, Jianghu Dao was as lifeless as nightlife. Why are Jianghu Dao and nightlife booming again now? Brother Zhu, have you ever thought about it? People like Wang Juefei did not exist before, and Buddhism and Taoism did not exist before.

There is room for development. Is freedom human nature, good or bad? Compared with the previous depressed life, is today's life of indulgence good or bad?"

"Don't know?" Zhu Tong was honest again. Being with Zhu Taoist always made him feel educated.

"Without free people, mankind cannot progress. If there is too much freedom, mankind will go crazy. Imprisoning thoughts is not a long-term solution, but it cannot be without rules; the tradition of Jianghu Road despises the powerful and cannot do without money. Is this freedom or freedom?

What about freedom? The Taoist yin-yang supreme spirit emphasizes balance. When all things lose their limits, the balance will be broken, which will inevitably lead to struggle. That is the extreme of things, which must be reversed. Therefore, Taoists believe that everything must have boundaries, rights, freedom, love,

It's not like this. Unconditional empty talk about freedom is immoral, and depriving others of their freedom is a blasphemy to life. In today's world, moral backwardness and freedom, and ideological confusion. The world of rivers and lakes is flourishing again."

"Why do Taoist priests say this?"

"My sect, Jiangxi Taixuan Temple, specializes in practicing evil arts. A month ago, Elder Huo went to correct the sect's rules. Unexpectedly, local believers and the government came to protect him. Elder Huo and his three fellow Taoists were accused of being demons and imprisoned. Just a few days ago,

Release it. There are still voices in the door that support Taixuan Temple and believe that extraordinary means can be used to spread Taoist beliefs. Brother Zhu, the Taoist is thinking, is this an extraordinary period? The Taoist is still thinking, the Shanshui Taoist Temple donated by Yilan, can I

Reject?"

It turns out that the Taoist sect is also so difficult to deal with. Liu Yilan wants to build a landscape Taoist temple for the Bamboo Taoist priest. Is it her own, or is it invested by Bapin Orchid or Donghai.

However, the Bamboo Taoist priest needs a transcendent dojo, and Liu Yilan must be generous in doing so.

The flute played again, and Zhu Tong fell into deep thought: Can the bamboo Taoist refuse? Why did he say this to himself?

The flute player is also thinking deeply about what Zhu Tong's great improvement in skills means. Perhaps only the bamboo Taoist has seen through it now. Although Zhu Tong is not old, he has become the focus of the world. Of course, someone is secretly guiding him step by step.

Thrown into the wind and waves, beaten and pondered.

Senior Zhu Huang of the Zhu Sect is also a powerful guy. When he saw Feng Zhuo Qingyu, he immediately understood the secret behind it and simply spent all his cultivation to teach him skills, but Zhu Tong seemed to be unaware of it.

What the Bamboo Taoist priest couldn't understand was: why did he develop such a person through experience?

"Brother Zhu, find a place to retreat for three days. There will be many benefits." The plum blossoms were falling in the wind, and the sound of the flute continued.

"Maybe."

On the way back, the three girls were in a lively group, and Zhu Tong was silent all the time: Retreat? Three days? Dream on, is there such a place in Shanghai? Does he have that kind of leisure? Even if he retreats for three years, he cannot catch up with the Bamboo Taoist Priest.

With your cultivation level, an expert is not harassed by common things.

Just think about some things. Little liars have no intention of becoming heroes.

There are two worlds inside and outside Audi, and people have their own thoughts.

Seeing Zhu Tong frown slightly, Ye'er cared about him and touched his head: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. You three are too noisy. I have to be careful and careful to ensure your safety."

"Who believes what you say?" Mei Lanting pushed him from behind; "Let Dr. Li treat us to dinner, movies, clubbing, and singing tonight; do you want to?"

"Yes." Duohua liked the excitement and was the first to raise her hands in agreement; Ye'er and Zhu Tong smiled bitterly at each other, fearing that Mei Lanting would get drunk again.

Shanghai's nightlife is the richest in China.

The Huangpu River still twinkles with light and shadow in the night. Whether you are obsessed with the bright lights of Shanghai at night, you like the noisy singing with friends, or you are immersed in the ambiguity of the intertwined glasses of light. There is always everything that can satisfy you in the night of Shanghai.

The place of imagination.

The Audi A4 was sent back to the parking lot under the Mei Lanting Apartment in advance. Ye'er insisted on this. She was a police officer and was firmly opposed to things that were obviously illegal.
To be continued...