A few days later, Chen Qiu, who was hidden in the Taoist temple, was reading with relish with a precious Taoist scripture.

Around his feet, there were more than a dozen ancient books scattered, including secret books on martial arts and unique skills, as well as orthodox Taoist secret books.

Just like the Huangting Sutra in his hand, it is a fairy art scroll that survived a thousand years ago.

Those words are mysterious and mysterious.

Ordinary people can't even read it, let alone understand it.

This is a world belonging to the top students.

Stop learning!

"Oh, I can't speak well. I have to write so obscurely, it really makes me bald."

Chen Qiu sighed.

After reading the Taoist paper in my hand, I read a book of scriptures, but I felt lonely.

But this is not just a matter of understanding.

After the treasure medicine reshapes the roots and bones, Chen Qiu's understanding is not top-notch.

But it is definitely not bad either.

This is because he can't read this sutra, mainly because he has other things in his mind.

It is now December of the 26th year of Zhengding.

There are less than two months left before the Spring Festival.

During the Spring Festival last year, I agreed to spend it with my beloved wife and family, but I missed it in the end.

Although Yaoqin wrote to her, she didn't care about this.

Qingqing could understand that her senior brother was busy. But Chen Qiu still felt guilty in his heart, leaving his beloved wife and junior sister in Tao Zhushan. Although Ah Qing protected him, he was safe and sound.

But there is always a feeling of indifference.

"This year's Spring Festival, no matter what big things are, I will be with them."

Chen Qiu made up his mind.

Calculate the time, there are less than two months left.

It should be enough to rush back from Qilu.

But when talking about time, Chen Qiu frowned again.

"I have seen some difficult deviations in the concept of time."

Chen Qiu raised his left hand and placed it in front of him.

There is a look of indescribable expression in my eyes.

Since the time flow rate of Jian Yu Huanmeng has been maintained at ten times.

He is indeed not sensitive to the changes in the outside world. Although it is impossible for him to practice in a twelve hours a day.

It is impossible to reach that level of ten years of passing in a year.

However, the confusion of the two time flow rates still caused strong interference to him.

The time that belongs to him seems to be infinitely extended.

It was less than half a month ago that Qiu Buping was buried in Qinglong Mountain, saying goodbye to Xiao Tie for a while, and letting him continue to roam and act in Qilu.

But for Chen Qiu.

But it is as far away as the old thing a year or two ago.

Indeed, no matter how time passes in the dream, the outside world will not change.

But Chen Qiu's growth is hard to describe as ordinary time passes.

His body.

Now he is just 20 years old, but Chen Qiu's self-perception, or his mental age, is almost in his forties under the constant destruction of Jian Yu Fantasy Dream.

Especially without a hat, the youth of the body and the erection of the spirit, the differences between inner and outer parts are combined in a very subtle way.

It has formed a unique temperament for Chen Qiu.

Strange.

uncomfortable.

Especially those clear eyes, there was a vicious aura that was extremely inconsistent with age, as if he was also taken over by the old ghost.

The body of a young man is like a middle-aged man's soul.

"Time just passes by and age is getting older, but it does not mean growth. In a blink of an eye, I became a greasy uncle who should drink wolfberry tea."

Chen Qiu sat upright, closed the Huangtingjing in his hand, placed it at his feet, and picked up a roll of secret books and spread it out.

While looking at the internal skills of the "Nine-Nine Returning to the Truth" method, he said:

"I also heard that most people actually died in their thirties, and their subsequent lives are just repeated in the first thirty years. Master Huang thinks this is right?"

"All nonsense."

Behind the quaint bookshelf filled with books, Huang Wusan, wearing a Taoist robe, walked over and walked in a daoist way.

The head of the Jade Palace stroking the extremely neatly repaired beard and whispered:

"I should know that you have just read the Huangting Sutra, but I should know that I have three thousand words from Taoism. Has there ever been one sentence to persuade people to be confused?

Even if you have been nourished with your heart for decades, you will only last for more than ten years.

It can be like a vegetation under a tree, or a dead tree can be seen in spring.

It can be like a flash of time, or you can live like a year, how can you say that you will die in your thirties?"

Taoist Ziwei had a gentle face and didn't care about the identity of a demon who had spread all over the world at this time.

He stood ten feet behind Shen Qiu and said softly:

"Young children are pure, sophisticated in their prime, restrained in their middle age, and leisurely in their thighs, just like the change of seasons. As long as you have a heart, there will be scenery everywhere.

I don’t know who told you this, but I thought that person would be a crazy person, just like you.”

"No, Taoist priest didn't understand what I mean."

Chen Qiu grinned a malicious smile on his face.

He said without looking back:

"I said this not to debate these great principles of life with the Taoist priest. What I want to say is that Lin Wandong was in the Jade Emperor Palace at this time.

My girl has already brought her mother to the door, but the Taoist priest insisted on acting like Liu Xiahui.

The two clearly have friendship with each other, but they insist on drawing a prison like a stranger.

It’s okay for Lin Wandong.

After all, they are women, so they are not allowed to take the initiative in this matter.

But Taoist priest, you, a big man, hesitated so much, are you afraid of taking responsibility? Or are you fickle and fond of other girls. You are so sweet to me, and your old mother-in-law has changed your heart?"

Huang Wusan was inspired by these words.

The originally leisurely expression immediately became awkward.

That fairy-like temperament was suddenly wiped out by being beaten and eliminated.

As for Lin Huiyin's life experience, she should have been hidden from the crowd.

But this time, after Lin Wandong came to the Jade Palace, he told Huang Wusan about this for some reason.

In addition to shocking Taoist Ziwei, there was another thing that was upset in his heart.

He was not at ease these days.

In addition to the shadow of Penglai, there is a large part of it, which comes from my daughter who was far away in Xiaoxiang and had never recognized each other.

Chen Qiu moved his shoulders and stood up.

He turned his head and said to Huang Wusen, whose face was slightly dark:

"I said that Taoist Master's thought of diligence was dead as early as thirty years old. Is there any problem with this?

If the Taoist priest who was in his thirties had a sense of pride, he wouldn't have been so entangled at this time, right?"

"Let's not talk about those scenes between our father-in-law and son-in-law."

Chen Qiu tilted his head and said calmly.

He kept poking the knife into Huang Wuban's heart.

The white knife comes in, and the red knife comes out.

No mercy.

He said:
To be continued...