Qing Zhui didn't want to tell a story, either. This mess of love and hate, let alone Pang Yao, disgusted her to the core. She wanted to follow the two of them to hunt monsters in Qixia Mountain, or go to the shop to forge iron.
I just don’t want to read the picture book.
Too bad.
In the past three years, she has read all the drawing books on the market. It is not enough to read them. While reading, she can vividly explain them to her little lady. The only thing that is somewhat beneficial is to hear what the little lady said after listening to it. It is so interesting.
Already.
For example, in the book Yuan Zhen's Cultivation of Immortality, he asked why so many women love Li Aotian without even using his brain.
It's entirely the author's fault, isn't it? If someone writes like that, what can she do? Let alone a dozen women falling in love with one, there are three thousand beauties in the harem, so others know how dirty the diaosi's inner world is.
Makes sense.
However, Lu Yuanniang must be satisfied with this answer. She must explain the facts in depth and cannot be perfunctory.
Lu Leyao was naturally unconvinced.
Isn't what she said true?
Wasn't that written by the author? Did I say something wrong?
Lu Yuanniang: "You haven't seen the Canglan Shi Ji that I asked you to listen to. The monk who wrote Yuan Zhen's Cultivation of Immortality was a casual cultivator in Nanchuan in modern times. The opening chapter makes it clear that in modern times,
This era is an era where hundreds of flowers bloom and strong people emerge in large numbers, and many masters emerge."
"But it was also the darkest era. Historical records record that at that time, a very powerful magic technique appeared that used women as cauldrons to improve cultivation. The Qingfeng Sect, which was all female cultivators, was almost wiped out."
This Fat Yao knew that if the 78th Sect Leader of the Qingfeng Sect had not exploded his Nascent Soul to force the enemy back, and her disciples took advantage of this time to activate the ancient sect-protecting formation, Canglan would not have the Qingfeng Sect.
The Qingfeng Sect closed the mountain gate for five hundred years. Five hundred years later, the Immortal Sect Master of the Qingfeng Sect sat down with seven disciples to form the Nascent Soul. There was another bloody siege. It took three hundred years of chaotic fighting before those
All the male cultivators who practiced evil arts were killed, and only one of Qingfeng Qijue was left.
Then the mountain gate was opened wide, regardless of origin or spiritual roots! As long as the mind is firm and devoted to the Tao, the Qingfeng Sect will definitely be accepted into the sect, and that is why there are a large number of high-level female cultivators in Canglan today.
Lu Yuanniang said again.
"To sum up, this story book shows how dark the world of cultivation was at that time and how difficult it was for female cultivators to survive. Female cultivators of our generation should strive to improve themselves. We must know that if we fall behind, we will be beaten. Even the large sects that have been passed down for thousands of years are not
Exception, so Chui'er, why don't you study hard?"
In this way, it is relatively normal to reflect and quote the story from the perspective of the picture book. It has allowed Pang Yao to seriously understand the recent history of Canglan since he was young.
Why did the domineering master fall in love with me? And it was the kind of love and death with a tragic ending.
Looking at the old woman holding a ruler in her left hand and a rope in her right hand, Pang Yao was racking her brains to complete the task. Suddenly she thought of a copy about Journey to the West that she had read in her previous life.
"Mom, that master must be a bad person. He clearly knows that Xuexue wants to have a baby with him, but he still wants to take her as his disciple. He must have a grudge against Xuexue's family. He keeps him close to him and waits for her to make mistakes. It's easy to find.
There is a reason to kill Xuexue."
This answer is so satisfying. This is what Lu Yuanniang wants. She is worthy of being the daughter she raised, and the superficial brats from other families cannot compare with her at all.
Back to the topic, Qing Chui’s story today was originally called Family Affairs, and yes, it was about the struggle between clans, with some love and hatred mixed in.
Pang Yao walked steadily, listening to the story with helpless ears. He couldn't let go of every word or sentence. After listening, he still had to find out in his mind the dark details hidden in the storybook.
"Aunt Qingchui has finished speaking. It's your turn, Chui'er."
Fat Yao was speechless and asked the sky. The time had come again for him to make random decisions.
"Aunt Qingchui, after listening to it for a long time, I summarized it. The author of this book was a bit lazy. He only gave the protagonist wisdom and did not have time to allocate some wisdom to the male and female supporting characters."
"It makes sense to say that the male and female protagonists are not smart enough. When the powerful male and female protagonists on the same side meet the qualified male and female protagonists, they will not take them under their wing. Instead, they will find ways to kill them. No wonder his subordinates are all idiots. If he is not killed, who will be killed?
Get rid of it?"
"There is also a female supporting character who wants to play with the male protagonist even though she knows that the male protagonist has killed her father. It's not because she has a problem in her head. Her father must be Elder Wang from the Sword-holding Peak next door."
"Hahahahaha..."
Lu Yuanniang walked in from the outside with a big smile. Perhaps her cultivation had reached the Great Perfection state, and she still had a round face with two dimples, but there was less fat on her body, and she was developing in a masculine direction.
Pang Yao pointed his toes, and a nimble baby bird threw himself into the forest with incomparable accuracy, then he hugged Lu Yuanniang's neck and rubbed her face.
"Mom, Mom, Yao'er misses you so much. You see I've lost weight. Can you take Yao'er with you next time?"
Lu Yuanniang skillfully lifted the belt and weighed it. She was very satisfied with the weight.
"Mom! Why are you mentioning me again? It's so shameless." Lu Leyao objected slightly, but she wouldn't accept the tea and just mentioned it as she wanted.
"Let your Uncle Lin take you to Taoist Hall tomorrow. It's time for you to go to school. Mom will not go tomorrow if she has something else to do."
Lin Moyang stood beside him like a gentleman. Three years have passed and he has already paid off his debts. He can leave in two years. In addition to doing some chores, Lu Yuanniang also takes him to practice with him. For a rookie,
, this is undoubtedly also an opportunity.
This guy actually enjoys staying in Qixia City and is enjoying a prosperous life.
On the first day of school, Qixia City's rules required close relatives to bring them to worship the teacher. What could have happened to Lu Yuanniang? She just wanted to find a reason not to go. This was not like her way of doing things.
Lin Moyang was very curious, what kind of feud did Lu Yuanniang have with Master Yu? It made Master Yu's eyes hurt when he looked at Lu Yuanniang one more time. If he asked directly, he would definitely not get the answer.
The next morning.
Lin Moyang and Qing Zhui took Pang Yao out early.
There was some fog in Qixia City in the morning, and the looming pavilions in the distance were extremely beautiful. It was just school, and I had enough in my previous life. There was nothing new. Why not close your eyes and rest on Aunt Qingchui's back.
"Little friend Qingchui, do you know what the feud between fellow Taoist Lu and Master Yu is?"
Fat Yao was not sleepy at all, and listened to the story with his ears straightened.
"A few minor contradictions are not worth mentioning." The green hammer struck loudly.
It is absolutely impossible for Huo Da's Master Yu to hold a grudge for so long. Lin Moyang doesn't believe it.
"It was just a trivial matter. My lady smashed his bookcase during a fight, and accidentally spilled depilatory water on his beard when testing poison. Afterwards, our family also accompanied the spirit stone and paid a lot of money.
I bought a hair growth lotion for him at the auction, huh! He has held a grudge for so long, and the rotten old man is very bad."