I have nothing but luck

Li Zhixuan's eyes sparkled, and he was very moved by Xie Rongjiao's proposal: "I wonder if my son can tell the general location of Dayin Temple so that I can go to ask for amulets?"

Xie Rongjiao didn't answer him, pinched Qunfang's post and read it three or five times, and confirmed: "As far as I know about Muyin, the aura inside is definitely Muji's. How will brother Li deal with this person with devilish energy?"

It has been two days since I received Muyin's Qunfang post, and Li Zhixuan has lived through the torment, and the decision was made early: "As the son said, Brother Muyin may not be involved in this matter, it is likely to be innocently involved. I plan to wait until the Qunfang meeting is over, and quietly follow the Buddhist team into the western border."

The Buddhist sect spread to Kyushu from far away places in the west. In order to show that it does not forget its origin, the place where the Buddhist sect was established is also in the western border, only a line away from the western wilderness.

It's Westlands again.

Xihuang and Mo Luo have been really brushing up their presence recently.

Xie Rongjiao sighed silently: "Brother Li is very courageous."

He is a genuine lonely swordsman, and he is innocent.

Li Zhixuan listened to him as a compliment, and said embarrassedly: "My master said that when you should be cowardly, it is my luck that things come to you. Don't be afraid of trouble. This matter is related to demonic energy. Since you are here, Ignore it."

"Forget it." Xie Rongjiao resigned to his fate and got up, "I happen to plan to go to the Western Wilderness after Qunfang's meeting is over. If Brother Li doesn't dislike it, why not go with me."

"Of course I don't dislike it!" Li Zhixuan hurriedly shouted to Xie Rongjiao who was walking out, "Where does your son want to go?"

Xie Rongjiao's voice came from afar: "Go to Dayin Temple to seek a fortune-telling talisman for Brother Li."

Sure enough, it is a life-and-death friendship, Li Zhixuan thought intoxicatedly, the son's righteousness is so insignificant, if there is a chance, I, Li Zhixuan, will repay his friendship even if I go through life and death.

Xie Rongjiao may not really want to have this opportunity.

He had a lot of meaning to Li Zhixuan, and when he gave an order to the prince, Li Zhixuan did not hesitate to look in his eyes, almost giving birth to a heavy burden, and explained: "Brother Li, don't get me wrong, I am so tired of recuperating in the house, I want to come out to get some air. "

What Xie Rongjiao said was the truth.

He himself is aware that his emotions are not right, and he is often prone to boredom and thoughtfulness, and he attributes it to the reason of recuperating and being bored in the room. It may be beneficial to walk more.

Li Zhixuan was touched and said: "Your Majesty, you don't need to comfort me, I know it!"

Ah, in order to prevent him from feeling burdened, Shizi still has to use excuses to himself. This is really a noble character in the history books and a contemporary moral benchmark.

Xie Rongjiao: "..." No, you don't know.

He shut up with complicated emotions, avoiding a meaningless and impossible cycle of dead propositions, "No, you don't know" and "No, I really do know".

The increasingly bleak autumn wind did not diminish the enthusiasm of the little lady in Hojing. Xie Rongjiao rode the horse, and there were flowers all over the ground accompanied by low voices. The horse's hoof stepped on the flowers, and the petals scattered like rain. The fragrance of the flowers was exciting Li Zhixuan sneezed repeatedly at the gate of Dayin Temple.

By the time of Dayin Temple, the chasing horse had changed from a mighty BMW horse into a fragrant horse, wrapped in silk and satin all over its body, and a few lively princess horses protruded from the end of the brocade.

Zhui Fengju and Li Zhixuan were sneezing and digging with horseshoes, obviously aggrieved.

A flower with double petals was held on his fingertips and bloomed delicately in his palm. The little red in the middle of the stamen was as charming as the rouge blooming on the face of a snow-white beauty. The corners of Xie Rongjiao's mouth lightly lifted.

No wonder Jiang Jingxing's Aiju at that time refused to come out with him.

It can't be blamed that his favorite horse is a rare princess horse, there is a reason for it.

I still really want to see what Jiang Jingxing, who was favored by the whole city of Haojing, looked like.

Dayin Temple is worthy of the name of Dayin Temple, occupying a corner of quietness in the noisy market.

The temple is well-known, and it was specially recorded in the regional annals. There will be many pilgrims coming and going, but the temple is small, and it is inevitable that it will be crowded.

But it does not hinder the cleanliness of the temple.

The entire temple and several halls are gathered under the shade of several big locust trees, the leaves of the locust trees intertwine, and occasionally there are a few strings of pure white locust flowers that have not yet withered hanging in the middle, making the locust leaves covered by the clear sky and bright sun. According to the photo, it is as green and green as glass.

Under the shade of the tree, the bricks and tiles are old, with traces of moss, and the thin cracks are like annual rings on the tree, telling the tourists about the vicissitudes and vicissitudes of the temple over the years.

As soon as the two of them stepped into the gate, Xie Rongjiao saw a man in Tsing Yi standing at the corner of the wall facing the censer where tourists were offering incense.

He has a handsome and gentle appearance, originally a pleasing good-looking, but when he stood under the locust tree, he was silent and stingy, and the tourists passing by him seemed to be unaware of the big man next to him. the existence of the living.

Looks familiar, I've seen it recently.

After sweeping his eyes twice, Xie Rongjiao stamped these two stamps on him.

Xie Rongjiao remained calm before the battle, calmly went through the people Hao Jing had met in his mind, and quickly came to a conclusion after comparing them.

Is the Northern Zhou State Teacher.

The national teacher first took two steps in the direction of Xie Rongjiao, and greeted: "Mr. Xie Lang doesn't recognize faces very much. I am afraid that Mr. Xie Lang won't recognize who I am, so I simply greeted him first."

It turned out that they were friends, otherwise how would they know that Shizi didn't recognize his face?Li Zhixuan was stunned, and thought he was considerate and said: "My son, talk to this gentleman first, and I will ask for a talisman."

"It is indeed an old acquaintance." The national teacher nodded gracefully, "Lang Jun, let's go ask for a talisman, and I will catch up with Mr. Xie Lang."

What's the old story?

Do you want to ask the National Teacher if the tower that was smashed by Jiang Jingxing a few days ago is being rebuilt, and if there is enough money in the treasury, should I pay for it out of my own pocket?

Xie Rongjiao gave a junior salute to the national teacher: "I don't know if the national teacher deliberately asked the junior to stop, but is there something wrong?"

"There is something to do." The national teacher admitted without hesitation: "I made a fortune, and it said that you will come to Dayin Temple with your friends, and I will come to the temple to wait for you."

The same fortune-telling, from the same school, the level between the national teacher and Jiang Jingxing is not the same.

The first thought that crossed Xie Rongjiao's mind was this thought: "Senior, what's the matter, do you need to come to the temple to wait for this junior?"

The national teacher is a dignified person who has held the real power of the Northern Zhou Dynasty for two hundred years, so he should go to Jiang Jingxing to discuss matters. Xie Rongjiao really can't think of anything in himself that can make the national teacher treat him differently.

Maybe it's for compensation.

Xie Rongjiao's thoughts gradually assimilated with Jiang Jingxing

"It's nothing, I just think that I'm not long ago, and you worship Jiang Jingxing as a teacher, which means you have some fate with me. I think you have many things that you don't understand, so you can ask me anything that comes to your mind, as a gift from me."

He spoke lightly, as if he was mentioning something not worth boasting about: "I have lived the longest in Kyushu, and I have seen the most. In terms of what I know, Mo Luo and Jiang Jingxing are no match for me. Although it is just a few words, You can also force yourself to brag about your value."

Xie Rongjiao shrank his pupils.

The national teacher looks young, and his body is still full of vitality, and he can't see the slightest sign of decay, but he said that his life is not long.

The death of the national teacher who was the pillar of the Northern Zhou Dynasty brought turmoil to the Kyushu of the Northern Zhou Dynasty by no means simply losing a realm of heaven and man.

The national teacher seemed to understand his hidden worries, and said calmly: "Mo Luoguan can play with people's hearts and grab people's weaknesses. Even if I know his tricks, there is no one who has a dead spot, so I have to do it knowing that I can't do it."

He was so calm and calm that he didn't look like a dying person in a dead end.

So Xie Rongjiao didn't treat him as a dying person.

He said: "There are many things I don't understand, and I can't make sense of them for a while. I guess some of them are okay to speak out, and some should keep silent. I don't want to cause trouble for seniors, so seniors can just tell me what they can say."

The national teacher was not surprised, and said with a smile: "But you pushed the difficulty to me."

"I know you must have noticed the strangeness of your life experience. I can only say that you are Xie Huan's parent and son, and have a relationship with Fenghuang. I don't understand the rest as well as Jiang Jingxing. I am an outsider in this matter. Jiang Jingxing and Xie Huanfang are in person. attended."

"Feng Ling—it's just a special bird feather, but your sword is very special, remember to cherish it."

An invisible barrier was erected around the two of them to isolate them from the crowd. Although the pilgrims were crowded, they didn't feel any difference.

For what he said about Fenghuang Zhenling, he was undoubtedly the mentor and apprentice of Jiang Jingxing.

Xie Rongjiao had expected it a long time ago, and nodded his head in thanks: "Thank you senior for reminding, Zhenjiang Mountain is my natal sword, and I will cherish it."

"That's good." The national teacher smiled gently, "Jiang Jingxing's weakness is not in Ji Huang's hands, so don't be too afraid of this paper tiger. As for what it is, Jiang Jingxing won't tell you, I dare not tell you. The only thing I can say is In a word, you can go to Southern Xinjiang to find Princess Ruyang in your spare time, she is different from Ji Huang."

Seeing the young man's eyes moving, he was obviously more concerned than when he mentioned himself, and sighed: "Otherwise, I have been his master for a few years, wouldn't it be embarrassing to be hacked all over the street by him with his sword drawn?"

The national teacher did not give Xie Rongjiao a chance to ask further questions: "You should have guessed half of that Qunfang post. The person behind it is Mo Luo, and the target is Li Zhixuan. Be careful of the Buddhist sect. The Buddhist sect is generally good, and some people may not be. If Li Zhixuan can protect, he will not necessarily succeed in the big climate, but he is Zhang's easy-to-use life-saving talisman."

When the national teacher mentioned it, it was as big as Xihuang Moluo, as small as Li Zhixuan, a sword cultivator in the sublime realm, who seemed to have a clear view of their lives. To him, he was just a pawn on the chessboard of Kyushu. Little use.Some problems, some easy to solve.

The tone was indifferent, without the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of the chess player and the chess pieces, only the faint fatigue caused by exhaustion of mind and spirit.

The national teacher's news was poured too quickly, Xie Rongjiao couldn't think of anything else to ask: "Thank you, senior, for clarifying the confusion."

"You don't have to thank me, it doesn't hurt you whether I say it or not." The national teacher leisurely brushed off the pagoda tree flowers on his sleeves, and said surprisingly, "You will go to the holy place around you, but it's just a matter of trouble on the way forward. things."

Even Xie Rongjiao had confidence in his Holy Realm, but he couldn't find a suitable answer to him.

"I think people are very accurate in the Holy Realm. After all, if I didn't have scruples, I should have entered the Holy Realm 200 years ago, so Jiang Jingxing won the first place."

The national teacher's expression was calm, and his words were not surprising: "Or do you think that Mo Luo's father would be defeated by me 200 years ago with hatred? Speaking of my relationship with Mo Luo, he should honor me according to his seniority."

200 years ago, the great-grandparents of Jiang Jingxing and Xie Huan hadn't been born yet, the dean of the academy, the patriarch of Jianmen, and the master of Fazong still had a face full of snot, and a child who could be coaxed well by a candied haws was a big deal.

However, the national teacher has already killed the Quartet, and his name is the best way to stop crying for children in the northern wilderness.

Afterwards generations of teenagers were outstanding, generation after generation of talents came out in large numbers, the national teacher was hidden behind the scenes, his name was submerged in the word of mouth from generation to generation, and was not remembered by people. He was only called the national teacher, and even he himself almost forgot his surname Very famous.

It was as if he was born to be a national teacher of Northern Zhou who swore allegiance to the Northern Zhou and dedicated himself wholeheartedly.

Xie Rongjiao agreed with Jiang Jingxing's words from the bottom of his heart.

The national teacher is a ruthless person.

He had no choice but to repeat dryly: "Thank you, senior, for clarifying the confusion."

"No thanks." The teacher's attitude was very good, "I'll see your face, good things are coming soon, congratulations in advance."

For a while, Xie Rongjiao couldn't quite accept the huge gap in image from the master of the Zhou Dynasty who was in control of the situation to the street magic stick, so he repeated dryly for the third time: "Thank you, senior, for clarifying the confusion."

The national teacher laughed: "I'm not Jiang Jingxing, I'm very accurate in looking at his face. Among the many people I've seen, Jiang Jingxing is the only one who doesn't ask me to give him a future, saying that he has such a face, and he looks like a dragon and a phoenix at first glance. They are all top-notch, and there is nothing to calculate."

It was what Jiang Jingxing could say.

Xie Rongjiao couldn't help but smile on his lips.

After finishing speaking, the national teacher removed the restriction, just happened to meet Li Zhixuan asking for a talisman: "Your Majesty seems to be having a good time chatting with your friends?"

After listening to an ear full of information that takes time to digest, I am very happy.

Xie Rongjiao didn't want to deceive him, so he picked up what he could say and said, "Yes, he said that something good happened to me recently."

Li Zhixuan was very pleasantly surprised: "It couldn't be better! I wonder if Qunfang's posting will have a good result?"

Xie Rongjiao agreed: "I think about the recent events, and it should be like this."

The two of them rode away, so they didn't have time to hear the national teacher's unrestrained laughter, which greatly lost the demeanor of the seniors:

"Jiang Jingxing, you also have today hahahaha."