Chen Lianyiran said, "Sir, I should be Xunzi, who knows the saints of hundreds of schools."

The scribe laughed and said, "If you are a learned gentleman, please continue."

Chen Lian paused and said, "Xunzi is the descendant of the founder of Confucianism. There is a record in his legacy. When the Master visited the Taimiao, he saw a tilted utensil and overturned utensil. The Master asked the people guarding the temple: "What kind of utensil is this?" The people guarding the temple replied, "This is the utensil used to warn himself for those who are lenient and obedient." The Master said, "I heard that the leniency for those who are lenient and obedient will be tilted when they are empty. When they are half filled with water, they will be straightened. When they are filled with water, they will be overturned. The Master said with emotion: "Oh, how can there be a full but not overturned?"

When he said the last sentence, Chen Lian sighed softly, how could there be a full and not overturned? It is a great success and decline, and the moon is full and the way of heaven is the way of heaven. However, the way of alchemy is perfect, which is originally a deficit, and it is difficult to move against the way of heaven.

The scribe smiled and said leisurely: "It's really true. The saint's subtle words and a story will naturally have his own truth. People in the world are ignorant and ask God to worship Buddha. Don't you know that God is in your heart and in your truth."

Chen Lian was silent and speechless, neither echoing nor opposing.

It took a long time to say, "If I am a ignorant sentient being, I will also ask God to worship Buddha."

The scholar was surprised and finally speechless. People in the world were ignorant, so it was a reproachable thing to seek faith. In the world of Yanfu, there were only a few who developed a heart for Tao and embarked on the road to seeking Tao.

Finally, the scribe said, "I'll give you this tool."

Since he had taken the thing and had nothing to say, Chen Lian naturally had no reason to leave. Moreover, Chen Lian seemed to have encountered a difficult situation when he heard Qianmo's call.

Chen Lian didn't know what happened to this mysterious demon bird, because the two had not yet reached the level of spiritual communication. However, the middle-aged scholar did not seem to have magic power, and Chen Lian didn't want to shock the world. After saying goodbye, he stepped out. After a stranger's journey, he did not need too many clichés.

The scholar sat quietly next to a table in his study until Chen Lian left his sight. There was a pot of tea on the table. At this time, a green ghost fire ignited beside the pot. The wooden table did not light it, but only covered the teapot. After a while, the teapot emitted a cold white air, as if it was boiling.

The scholar lifted the teapot and poured a cup. The tea boiled like ice and snow, and his coldness remained unabashed. He poured it into his throat, and his face showed an intoxicated look and sighed: "It is true that we have to use the faint fire to make this pot of snow bud tea taste free from its original flavor."

The flame fell into the open space next to it, and a person suddenly appeared in the empty room, wearing a black robe, with green flames in his eyes, and a blue face, which was very scary.

This is the green-faced man Chen Lian met in Cuiping Mountain that day. This person intended to hurt him with Youhuo, but unfortunately Youhuo was born to be restrained by the physical fitness trained by Chen Lian from Youhe River, and there was no effect at all.

The green-faced man respectfully said, "Why did the Lord let him go?"

The scribe gently put down the teacup in his hand, and there was a look of savoring the fragrance of snow bud tea on his face. He slowly said: "He has been recognized by the sword intent of the ancestor Yuanqing. His magical method of transforming into a free demon has something to do with the ancestor Yuanqing, and even said that the source is the same. If I make any moves, I will definitely cause a big stir and attract Uncle Ziling."

The green-faced man said, "With the master's method, is there no other way to control this Chen Lian? The Master Zi Ling is chasing him too hard. If you can't find a way to break the Taixu divine strategy, the last step of the Master's magic magic will be difficult to implement and will be destroyed by the Master Zi Ling."

The scribe smiled and said, "Xiao Qing'er, you have been with me for two hundred years. It seems that you have never talked as much as you are today. You must know that it is because you talk less that you can stay with me for so long."

His smiley expression was particularly terrifying in the eyes of the green-faced man. He remembered that although the Lord had cultivated a mighty energy in recent years, he had been able to control the demonic thoughts born from the magical magic of the heavenly demons. His nature was moody and unpredictable, and that would not change.

He knew that he had made up his words and kept kowtowing.

The "Wonderful Method of Transforming Free Demons" practiced by the literati is a real and supreme demon skill. The reason why it is called a demon is that it is different from the authentic Xuanmen sect.

This demonic skill is to train the complex thoughts of people's hearts into demons, and can silently invade other people's hearts through certain media, and finally occupy the magpie's nest and train the other party into his own incarnation.

However, practicing Taoism is a pure mind. The more complicated the thoughts are, the more difficult it is to see the nature when you finally break the delusion. Therefore, although this method is wonderful and unpredictable, it is extremely difficult to break the delusion.

Because all kinds of falsehoods are invisibly expanded by the wonderful magic of the demons who are transformed into free will, and finally killing away the falsehood is tantamount to suicide.

Because of the many and complex thoughts, it is difficult to see the nature. Even if you want to break the delusion, you don’t know what is the root and what is the end. You can’t even find the ‘I’, so you can’t understand the nature.

Those who come to practice this great method do not die in their lifespan, but ultimately cannot withstand the alternating changes of various temperaments, and eventually go crazy and hurt others and themselves.

He is unpredictable and moody, and it is not worth surprise to do anything.

When he chose this "The Magical Method of Transforming Freedom in the Demon", he was destined to have a great disaster in Qingxuan.

He was talented and was not until his great magic was reached by his sects. At that time, under his chaotic nature, he had practiced many evil secret techniques, and even quietly practiced some of his extremely talented peers and teachers into incarnations. Finally, he fought with each other. It was Qingxuan's most prosperous time in thousands of years, but suddenly had such a huge disaster, presenting a situation of disagreement.

At that time, there were only three people in the sect. One of them traveled through mountains and rivers and fell into a dangerous place in a cave. Another one was suffering from a Taoist disaster and could not escape. Fairy Zi Ling met an enemy. The two fought a life-and-death battle and finally killed the other party. In addition, they were also injured and had to reincarnate again.

If Zhang Ruoxu had not had the amazing methods, forced the scholar to withdraw and endured the pain and cleansed the demonic nature of the scholars in the sect, he would probably have been the Taoist priest of Qing Xuan for thousands of years.

For this reason, Zhang Ruoxu suffered indelible damage and had to stay in Qingxuan Palace forever, relying on the mountain to maintain his injuries.

The scribe whispered to the green-faced man: "Get up." His voice was so soft that he could not hear any anger.

The green face man became more and more nervous, but he did not dare to disobey him.

In fact, although the Lord has rarely taken action over the years, his supernatural powers have become increasingly strange and unpredictable. He found the noble intention left by his philosophers to suppress all kinds of evil thoughts in his body. The disadvantages of his transformation into a free demon were actually overcome by him. To go further, it was the magic of the heavenly magic. At that time, it was the real realm of immortality, and he reached the sky in one step.

The scribe continued: "Over the years, in order to cause less trouble, there have been very few people around me, so I will not do anything to you. Besides, I have let you know many secrets. I have never given this kind of trust to others. How could I take you to do anything to you?"

After hearing this, the green face man couldn't help but almost kneel down again.

Chen Lianzhi didn't know that this harmless scholar was a peerless devil, and he almost practiced him into an incarnation.

At this time, the snow-fly snow fell from the sky again. As for why it is called snow-fly snow, it is just because the snow has fallen into the lake.

The lake is covered with ice.

The lonely scar in the sky was Qianmo. When he swooped down, he was attacked by a green light. The two were entangled for a while, Qianmo went to the sky again. As for the ice layer, Xiao Xun lay on it, with some blood around him and a girl.

A bald girl, a girl without hair, will lose her beauty. Even so, this girl is so beautiful that most men can't help but admire her when they see her.

She was patiently treating her, holding a spell on her hand, and a holy white light appeared, which was purer than white snow.

The person who emitted the green light was her companion, and she happened to be able to recognize him.

The green light is a flying sword, coming and going like lightning, and there is also a powerful spiritual power of wood and fire on it, which is endless. The flying snow in the sky dissipates into clouds as soon as it approaches the green light.

Qianmo's body appeared and disappeared in the clouds and mist, and could not break through the blockade of the green light.

The man who controls the flying sword is a young Taoist priest, with a green Taoist robe and a blue sword light. His name is Song Qingyi.

Chen Lian whistled, shaking all over the fields. Qianmo immediately heard it, flew over, and finally stood firmly on Shen Lian's shoulder.

When Song Qingyi saw Chen Lian, she couldn't help but be happy and said, "Oh, why is Chen Lian you?"

The diligent spiritual thoughts move, soothe the Qianmo.

Then his figure became illusory and he came to Song Qingyi and said in confusion: "Fellow Daoist Qingyi, why did you come to Yuetuo Kingdom? You have also had a conflict with my spirit beast."

Song Qingyi pointed to Qianmo and said, "It turns out that this bird is your spiritual beast. Just now, it and this little demon bird wanted to steal the Qingling Pill of Qixiu Junior Sister. I discovered that this bird ran fast, and the other one was a little slower, but was injured by my sword energy. Qixiu Junior Sister is kind by nature. She couldn't bear to see something happening to this little demon bird, so she took action to treat it. Unexpectedly, this bird was not grateful and was about to bully Qixiu Junior Sister. Naturally, I couldn't help but fight with it. However, this bird was not strong in spiritual power and its speed was really rare. After fighting with me for several rounds, I didn't get any of its bird feathers."

Qianmo seemed to be able to understand what Song Qingyi was saying, and she whistled a few times dissatisfied.

Song Qingyi immediately glared at it, with a man and a bird, and he was very disagreeing and he wanted to take action again.

Chen Lian saw that Song Qingyi had made great progress compared to the past. He had to admire the Taoist techniques of the Xuantian School. It was really mysterious and had no way of making progress.
Chapter completed!