"It's not what the disciples did by pointing fingers at the teacher, right?" The handsome young Taoist smiled, "Xiao Ayi, you are not etiquette."

The little Daotong who was accused in turn did not show a hint of timidity, but his expression became more serious: "Shenjun said, 'If people are not sages, who can be flawless'[1], so a disciple can be a teacher, and a teacher can also be a disciple[2] ]. If the teacher is wrong, as a disciple, you should point it out in time, and the teacher should not be ashamed to ask questions and correct it in time.”

"You can stop reading the messy miscellaneous and wild talk," the young Taoist laughed, "What the gods said, the gods have words, the gods said, does the young master Qiu know that he talks so much? Made up... um, it's not a bad word, at most it's an unreliable flattery of the gods... But it's better if you don't watch those things, Young Master Qiu is the most annoying thing about those rules and regulations."

"Really, really?"

The little Daotong, who was still as stable as an adult just now, suddenly widened his eyes, showing a bit of panic.

"Really, it's more real than real gold," Taoist priest Qing Jun said lazily, "What are you doing for the master to lie to you?"

Xiao Daotong cast a distrustful look at him and muttered, "It's not like you haven't lied to me."

"..."

The Taoist priest Qing Jun was at a loss for words.

Most likely, he had done a lot of "inhuman" things in the past. Taoist Qing Jun felt guilty for a while, and hurriedly changed the subject: "These few pieces of chopsticks are what the Master wants to teach you today," he paused for a while. Slowing down his speech, he asked leisurely, "Xiao Ayi, there are big and small Bo Chens in this world, Bo Jin Yin and Bo Qian Cheng can only be regarded as 'Little Bo', even if they are rich in one night. , and can't get on the stage. Then you know, what is this big blog about?"

"Ayi I don't know." Xiaodaotong shook his head and answered honestly, and then eagerly asked what happened in front of him, "Shenjun really doesn't like humanistic crepe?"

Taoist priest Qing Jun: "..."

What the hell did he do, to accept a little Douding who fanatically worships Young Master Qiu as his apprentice? ! For the past few years, there has been a little bit of opening and closing in his ear every day, how is the god, how is the god, whether the god is like, whether it's like... Hearing that, his ears are getting calluses!

——When this kid entered the Ghost Valley, many elders scrambled because of his amazing talent, but he decided to point to him and said that the disciple only wanted to worship him as a teacher. In fact, it was not because of looking at the future. Fate it! ! !

It is clearly calculated, and feel that under his apprenticeship, it is most likely to have contact with the gods!

What an earth-shattering reverence this is!

"Nonsense!" The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, and he said angrily, "The most annoying thing about Young Master Qiu is that some people gossip about those big nonsense in front of him." After speaking, Banshou threw Bo Chen out. He added another sentence, "Also, Young Master Qiu is so cute and betting on the lottery! At the time, Fatty Zuo, Lu Shiyi still had a bald donkey, and he almost couldn't keep their trouser belts when they won every day..."

"Shenjun is really amazing! Even playing chopsticks so well, he really deserves to be a god!"

The little road boy was amazed.

Half operator: "..."

Sorry, he underestimated the horror of fanatics.

"Didn't you just say that gambling is an ugly habit?" Half-counter, half-smile, half-joking, "What do you say now?"

Xiao Daotong had a bun face and a serious expression: "Even if Lord Shenjun is gambling, he must have his deep meaning!"

In short, the gods cannot be wrong.

- If so, see the previous sentence.

Banshouzi laughed: "Xingxingxing, Shenjun is right, come and see Bo Chen on the ground."

The little Daotong said "Oh", walked over, and looked down at the staggered Bo Chen on the ground. In the end, he was extremely talented. At first glance, he was immediately fixed on the spot, only to feel that there was a steady stream of uninterpretable information coming toward him. Banshui expected his reaction, and the old god was sitting on the ground, raising a cup of tea, and said calmly:

"You have been in the valley for six years, and you have almost mastered the Yili of arithmetic and gossip. From today, you can officially learn some more advanced things. Our Guigu originally had a total of thirty-six unique treasures, of which the number 1 The second Yunmeng tortoise was broken in Yongzhou 12 years ago, and there are still thirty-five pieces left. The divination tool has its own spirituality and will choose its own owner, but if you want to get its approval, you have to leave A long, long way."

Speaking of which, Banshui touched the astrolabe in his sleeve.

"In the "Book of Treasures in the World" compiled by Shanhaige, there is a description of the soul chopsticks, which says: Immortals hold six chopsticks and face Botai Mountain. It consists of two chess pieces. The rules of use are the same as those of mortals who bet on lottery and betting on betting 6. Both sides throw the chopsticks, and then play chess according to the "betting" thrown out. The winner can get the things agreed before the betting, and this The scope of "things" is very obscure, and it can be used to gain money, life, and yin and yang. Like the broken Yunmeng tortoise, it is a rare weapon in the ghost valley to kill the main attack. In addition, the soul is fixed. The chopstick also has the saying that "the yin in the yin, asks the way to the underworld", it is a divination thing that has a close relationship with the underworld."

Paused.

"It was at the end of the Taikoo period, when the gods climbed the Buzhou Mountain alone and stayed in the Ghost Valley."

"Of course, the soul-fixing chopstick in front of you is not real, it's just an imitation device that can resonate with it. Although the soul-fixing chopstick has chosen you, at your current level, you are not qualified to see it."

Banshou took a slow sip of tea.

"Then..." Xiao Daotong's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he instantly looked away from the soul stick and looked at his master, "How can I really get its approval?"