Chapter 19 Yan Zhen...

The person who came from the dynasty was the son of Yan Huaipu, the imperial teacher who died on the top of Jiulu Mountain by the luck of the mountain lantern, Yan Zhen, Guan Bai Shanggong. .

At this time, Yan Zhen was looking at a person, a young man sitting at the bottom of the first generation of disciples in Jiulu Mountain.

Master Taifu didn't know how he noticed him. Looking back many years later, Yan Zhen felt that it might really be some kind of fate, pushed his head and let his eyes fall on that person.

The field was very lively, and Xuanzong's disciples were naturally different from others. Among them, there were many people with real skills.

Although very few people know about it, Yan Zhen himself is a cultivator, but he was born in the Xiji Valley Tantric Sect in his early years. There is still some gap between Tantric Buddhism and Xuanzong's path of cultivation, but Yan Zhen does not deny that Xiji Valley is really incomparable to the scenery of Jiulu Mountain, and there are not many promising younger generations.

Looking at the future of a sect, on the one hand, it depends on who is in charge, and on the other hand, if there are any successors. In the first two days, Yan Zhen secretly took a fancy to a few descendants of Xuanzong, and called over to ask questions, none of them showed stage fright. , The answer is fluent, and the end is the dual cultivation of civil and military.

On the third day of the Shuwu Conference, it was close to the high cháo, and the finale characters appeared. This time, the people who came to the stage to test their hands were no longer juniors, but disciples of Xuanzong’s generation, and even the twelve real people came to the stage to cheer.

At this time, Shi Wuyuan, who was sitting there alone, as if his buttocks had been smeared with paste, was quite conspicuous.

Bitan jiāo took over, and no one was allowed to provoke Shi Wuyuan, the head of the family said something, and naturally no one embarrassed him, so Shi Wuyuan sat there eating and drinking rather bored. His mind traveled to a place tens of thousands of miles away, and it was Jiang Chongwen, the proud disciple of Banya in the "Twelve Real People" who sacrificed the illusion of the lotus platform.

The technique of illusion is a very special secret technique of Xuanzong. It was created by the founder of the mountain thousands of years ago-every plant and tree in the illusion may be real or false, rain and snow can fall at the same time, and heaven and earth can be combined into one. One, the key depends on whether the producer can create "rules" without contradictions. If so, the "illusion" becomes "real" and can be preserved forever and stably.

However, the technique of illusion has finally gradually declined over the years.

Although Shi Wuyuan was not familiar with the art of illusion, he devoted himself to studying the astrology of the stars, which was the great formation left by the Taoist ancestors. At a glance, I could see the leak in Jiang Chongwen's "lotus platform" - the lotus platform rose and the petals fell. Jiang Chongwen didn't let it fall in order to look good, but hung in the air, and the water droplets on the lotus were not. Falling down hurriedly.

Shi Wuyuan thought with a sullen face that he turned out to be an idiot who did not distinguish between seriousness and seriousness. While everyone was making a fuss and immersed in this illusion that he estimated that he would collapse at the snap of his fingers, Shi Wuyuan flew his chopsticks and swept wildly, and swept the table. Sweep all the things you like to eat to your side - don't eat it for nothing.

Bitan treats him very well, and he has never failed him in his diet. He has always been the only one who can't eat seasonal fruits and vegetables. However, no matter how hard he eats, Shi Wuyuan also understands that the food Bitan gives him is all Ordinary food, precious herbs in the mountains, those that help with cultivation, those that help qi practice, those that help to purify the mind, and herbs that others eat as pickles, he hasn't seen a single one in the past five years.

His Master Uncle Bitan, his mind is really meticulous, but unfortunately it is not ruthless.

Shi Wucai chewed the bitter cold Shilongcao that he had rarely come across, and thought to himself, Master Bitan is amazing, but unfortunately he is not ruthless enough. It's a pity that their brains are limited and they can't handle the wind. If the two of them can be merged into one, the grass on their grave is estimated to be several feet high.

Yan Zhen was the one who noticed Shi Wuyuan at this time. Naturally, he could see that the illusion didn't last long, but the art of illusion itself was a unique skill. To be able to create such a lifelike lotus pedestal with dew dripping, it would be instantly withered in front of people. , is already very remarkable in itself, and everyone else can't wait to take a look at it, but the young man sitting alone on the seat obviously cherishes Shi Longcao more, without raising his head.

Yan Zhen looked at him from a distance for a while, then couldn't help but ask Bitan next to him, "Who is that young man? What's he doing not to play?"

Bitan replied hurriedly, "That's my junior nephew, and my senior brother, the junior disciple of the former head of the sect. He... he's not very strong, so he's not suitable for martial arts, but he reads a lot."

Yan Zhen's heart moved, and he said, "Oh? It's fresh, but it looks good. You can call him over and I'll take a look."

Bitan frowned, looked up at Yan Zhen, hesitated for a moment, and said, "This... Taifu, my nephew has limited qualifications and is young, so I'm afraid I might collide with the adults..."

Yan Zhen smiled and said, "Am I still able to get to know such a half-year-old boy? Just call me here."

At this time, the illusion of the lotus platform in the field has collapsed. The petals and water droplets are all made of colored glass, and they shattered in front of the crowd with a light sound. sounded.

Shi Wuyuan was still slightly startled when he got Bitan's report, and looked up at Yan Zhen, only to see that Yan Zhen raised his glass to him in the distance, as if to invite each other.

While he was thinking quickly in his heart, he didn't know what kind of attention the old man had to offer him, and he stood up slowly. Such a simple action also made him do it in a sloppy manner, as if it would take him a while to stand up. Years are like.

Bitan finally couldn't stand it any longer and couldn't help but coughed lightly. Shi Wuyuan turned his face away expressionlessly, pretending to be concerned, "It's almost autumn, Master, take care of your health."

——If Jiulu Mountain is not a thousand miles of blue sky and green forests.

Kuruo frowned, obviously vigilant. Shi Wuyuan "moved" to Yan Zhen as if one step at a time. Banya saw the two of them sitting and standing, asking and answering questions from a distance. He gently waved to Zhao Chengye next to him.

Zhao Chengye lowered his head, put his ear to his mouth, and asked, "Uncle Shi?"

Banya said softly, "Your master is too docile and kind, and he won't listen to my advice."

Zhao Chengye was startled, looked up and followed his gaze. Seeing that he was staring at Shi Wuyuan's back, he understood what Banya meant.

I just listened to Banya and continued: "Chengye, you have to help Shishu."

Zhao Chengye's eyes flashed, and for a moment, he said in a low voice, "Yes."

(Completion)

By the time Shi Wudu looked at his nose, nose and mouth, and stood in front of Yan Zhen, the expert who had fabricated a lotus flower with his bare hands had already stepped down for a long time.

Yan Zhen held a small cup in his hand and carefully looked at the young man in front of him. He felt a little strange - although all of Xuanzong's disciples were quite good at it, they were neither humble nor arrogant in front of him, but there was no one like Shi Wuyuan.

Yan Zhen felt... this young man, he didn't seem to be willing to talk to himself, with a bit of indescribable boredom.

Yan Zhen habitually asked a few words in the tone of an elder to a younger generation, such as "what's your name", "how old are you", etc., he found that the young man had a little "about to die" meaning, and asked how old he was. At his age, he would also be silent for a long time with his eyes confused, and finally hesitantly said: "Ten... sixteen? Probably?"

Sir, who are you asking?

Yan Zhen frowned slightly, and asked patiently, "I heard from your uncle that you like reading, which is rare. What books do you read on weekdays?"

"A lot." Shi Wuyuan said, and there was no more.

Yan Zhen's brows twitched, even though he was well-mannered, it was the first time in his life that he was ignored like this. Bitan was behind him, and when he heard the words, he gave Shi Wuyuan a quick glance, and when Shi Wuyuan saw it, he answered slowly: "It's all I don't remember much."

Yan Zhen was dumbfounded, feeling that this young man was a little stupid. He also thought that he was a demonic barrier, how could he suddenly remember to ask this person to come over and talk, he waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."

Shi Wuyuan stubbornly bowed and bowed back, like a puppet. At this moment, Yan Zhen saw his eyebrows that were always lowered and hadn't been raised a few times. Mrs. Yan had read countless people, and he could see at a glance that this young man's eyes were definitely not "stupid".

This person is calm, as if he has seen through something, but after all, he is young, and that kind of calm is not a pool of stagnant water, but there is a dark and turbulent hidden inside.

How big is a person's heart, and sometimes he can see the truth by looking at his eyes. Yan Zhen only felt that in the entire Xuanzong, only this young man seemed to have a pair of eyes... full of stars, and he couldn't help He stopped him and said, "You said you were called 'Wuyuan', did you mean 'Huanhuan Wuyuan'?"

It is the "nothing" of "making something out of nothing", and the "duan" of "unpredictable clues", Shi Wuyuan thought to himself, but he said in a serious and boring mouth: "Don't dare to speculate on the meaning of the ancestors without authorization."

Yan Zhen looked at him and asked, "Now that your master has passed away, even though Yan is not talented, he has been in Taoism in his early years, and has a little experience. I wonder if you would like to join me instead?"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding people who heard clearly were shocked, Bitan's eyes suddenly sank, and he narrowed his eyes slightly to look at Shi Wuyuan.

Shi Wuyuan's footsteps only paused slightly. He raised his head and glanced at Yan Zhen with a puzzled look. Only then did he see Yan Zhen's appearance. He only felt that this person was not very old. , but the temples have turned gray, and they are faintly haggard, as if they were too careful.

Then he thought in amazement, is there something wrong with this old man?

Then, Shi Wuyuan bowed without hesitation and said: "The disciple knows that his aptitude is too poor, and the master said more than once when he was alive, that I am the one who... I snored slower than others when I fell asleep..."

When he said this, he seemed to be deliberately showing that he was stupid. After a long pause, as if he didn't know what to say, he raised his eyes to look at Master Bitan and asked, "Really, Master Bitan? "

Bitan hurriedly wiped her sweat and said, "Laugh at me, see me at me."

Yan Zhen looked at Shi Wuyuan, and seeing his frank expression, clearly avoiding him, he couldn't help but get a little anger in his heart. Somehow.

He was a little disappointed again, and he didn't want to make Shi Wuyuan an eyesore, so he waved his hand and told him to leave without speaking anymore.

Shi Wuyuan turned around as if pulling a broken car, slowly moved back to his seat, and continued to work hard.

At that moment, no one knew what he was thinking, only to see that the young man's face was filled with a look of indifference that did not match his age.

As the head of Xuanzong, Bitan naturally wanted to accompany the distinguished guests. However, on the third day of the Shuwu Conference, the disciples were not as restrained as they were at the beginning, the atmosphere began to liven up, and the rules gradually dissipated.

The small yard where Shi Wuyuan lives has always been neglected. It is only the former residence of the former chief. There used to be a guard on the path. Bitan has not retreated for some reason.There are still a number of people.

On this day, the guard was finally attracted by the excitement, so when a few people came up at night, they entered the small courtyard where Daozu used to live as if they were in a no-man's land.