After everyone stood in front of the Yimeng Hall and chatted and politely, they became familiar with each other.

Although Wang Le comes from the secular world of "poor mountain valley" that people in the martial arts world have always looked down upon, as a tycoon of Nanhua Temple, he is the only bloodline of Jiyang with great authority. As long as the disciples in the temple know, no one will pay attention to it.

What's more, these three personal disciples under Jiyang's seat dare not ignore their master's treasure grandson.

This also makes it impossible for me to kneel down and hug Wang Le's thighs during the conversation, but in a few words, they are all flattering words.

"My junior brother Yushu is in the wind, which allows me to see the master's peerless style when he was young."

"In the future, our brothers will definitely follow our junior brother's leader. This Nanhuaguan is our world."

"My junior brother, after you have learned about Nanhuaguan in the past two days, let's go to Luohuang Town at the foot of the mountain to have fun."

Li Hongru, who was standing aside, saw that the three of them were flattering endlessly, had to interrupt and said, "Come on, you three should do whatever you should do, I have to take the young master to another place to see."

Wang Le didn't say anything at this time, but when he thought of the three people in front of him, especially Wen Shouli's words, Yushu Linfeng, Young Master Wang couldn't help rolling his eyes in secret and complained in his heart: "The technical content of flattery is really not that good." When my grandfather was young, you were still biting your nipples and drinking milk."

No matter how much you complain, you don’t hit people with a smile. Although these bullshit words are not very good, Mr. Wang is still very comfortable.

As for people, they have always liked good words, and no one is exceptional, including Wang Le.

Unless you are accustomed to be a bad person, you like to listen to bad words.

"Butler Li, my junior brother is here for the first time. It just so happens that our three brothers have nothing to do. It's better to be together, as it will be lively."

Wen Shouli, who looked like a stick of Goryeo, said to Li Hongru with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Zhengyang and Ding Wei followed behind with smiles and nodded in agreement.

Seeing that these three dead pigs were not afraid of boiling water and could not even be driven away, Li Hongru couldn't help but look at Mr. Wang, who always smiled and was harmless.

Seeing that Wang Le didn't hesitate, he nodded with a smile and agreed, "Then please help me, the three senior brothers, be this free tour guide for me."

As soon as they finished speaking, the three of them quickly smiled and shook their heads to say that they were not troublesome.

Then Qin Zhengyang, who had long face and big eyes and bronze skin, looked at Wang Le with confusion and asked, "What is the tour guide?"

"Uh" Wang Le couldn't help but touch his nose and explained with a smile: "That is, the guide. I just came to the martial arts world and haven't gotten used to it yet, so I used the usual word "Tourist Guide in the world of the world."

Ding Wei smiled and said, "Okay, let's join Mr. Li to be a tour guide for the junior brother."

Everyone laughed suddenly, and Butler Li said helplessly: "Why go there while still standing here? The young master still has many places to see."

In this way, the three personal disciples under Jiyang, accompanied by Li Hongru, surrounded Wang Le and walked into the Yimeng Hall.

When Wang Le crossed the high threshold surrounded by everyone and entered the hall, the first thing that caught his eye was a gilded statue of a god as high as ten meters.

Wang Le looked at the old man's gilded statue, his face looked compassionate and compassionate. His pair of bright eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the world and everything.

I saw the statue pinching his fingers with one hand and holding a lifelike butterfly in the other hand. Wang Le instantly guessed that this person was the ancestor of Nanhua, but he still asked with a confused look on his face: "This is"

Li Hongru looked at the statue and said respectfully: "This is the founder of Nanhuaguan and Nanhua ancestor."

At this time, the disciples in groups of three or three in the hall couldn't help but look curious when they saw Li Hongru, Wen Shouli and others coming in with a strange young man, but no one came forward to ask or whispered. After all, this was the main hall of Nanhua Temple.

Li Hongru said to Wang Le softly: "In addition to the first and fifteenth day of every month, there are also major events in the temple, the Yimeng Palace will be closed and not open to the public in normal times."

After a pause, Li Hongru continued with a smile: "It's a coincidence today. It happened to be the first day of the junior high school to catch up with the young master."

After Wang Le nodded and nodded, Ding Wei, who was standing beside him, walked forward and said with a soft smile: "My junior brother, there are few people now, go and burn incense to the ancestor."

Wang Le glanced at Li Hongru and saw the other party nodding with a smile, then stepped forward and led everyone through the hall of nearly a thousand square meters, and walked to the incense table of the statue of the ancestor Nanhua.

Li Hongru prepared three incense sticks first with great skill and handed them to Wang Le. Then, he and the three brothers Wen Shouli retreated to the side with respect and solemn expressions.

Wang Le held three incense sticks in both hands and raised them over his head, bowed three times to the ancestor Nanhua, then walked to the incense table and inserted the three incense sticks in his hand into the incense burner.

During the whole process, Wang Le had a solemn expression of devotion and thought to himself: "Ancestor Nanhua, my disciples have joined Nanhua Temple, but I want to learn real skills, so don't fool my disciples."

After praying carefully, Wang Le turned around and walked to Li Hongru and others. At this time, the disciples in the temple had already gained curiosity and sat cross-legged on the cushion, continuing to close their eyes and meditate.

Only then did Wang Le have the leisure to look at the entire hall, and saw four walls, including the roof of the hall, were filled with dazzling array of realistic portraits and extremely delicate carvings.

There are Taoists who preach and thousands of disciples worship in front of the seat; there are masters fighting against each other, with swords and swords constantly; there are also ancestors worshiping the sacred totems representing the sun, moon and stars; there are also pioneers, and gods and demons compete for the vast world.

Wang Le stood behind his back with his hands on his back, stood in front of the wall of the hall, lingering and watching one by one with relish.

The three brothers Li Hongru and Wen Shouli did not disturb them, and followed Wang Le silently without saying a word.

Time passed by in this little by little and never returned. When Wang Le roughly browsed the murals of the entire hall, he came to the door and suddenly looked back at Li Hongru and asked, "Uncle Li, are these murals and carvings real?"

Everyone was suddenly laughed at by Wang Le's naive questions.

Then Li Hongru shook his head and smiled and replied: "Of course not all of them are true. There are many legends that are just circulated in the martial arts world, just illusory."

Wang Le nodded, followed Li Hongru and four others across the threshold and walked out of the Yimeng Hall. At this time, the sun was in the sky and it was extremely fierce.

Ding Wei smiled and went straight to the corridor under the eaves of the hall and said, "I won't go to the square anymore. You can go here to see more places."
Chapter completed!