Qing Xuan has no causal relationship with those people. If you want to find it, you need some magical channels to connect.

After a while, Qingxuan had vague and visible cause and effect in his heart, which could be traced back.

The first place to trace back the cause and effect is not in Wudang, but on this street, it is precisely because of this that Qingxuan came to this street to seek cause and effect.

"At that time, the great immortals spread martial arts on Wudang Mountain. Although there were many people who passed on martial arts, in fact, only Ling Zhen and Wang Hailie were the only ones who received the true teachings... Jiang didn't count as half of them. He didn't learn much, and if he practiced hard, he would have no trouble walking in the world. They were all full of passion back then, but what about now?"

Taoist Qingxuan walked from Xiao Food Street to box after box, but this street was a bar KTV play street.

Unlike the fireworks in snack street, this street is more of the turbid air of the world, with all five desires, and the turbid air seems to be able to cover up the spiritual charm, making Adan feel quite uncomfortable.

“It’s so dirty here.”

Now Adan has become the spiritual god of the Taoist sect and is more sensitive to the sensing of the five desires and turbid air.

"Hahaha, I felt that way back then." Qing Xuan said to Adan with a loud smile: "But later, I realized that the so-called human nature cannot be simply judged by the flow of the five desires and turbid air in the world. Do you think the aura of the official sect is clear and upright? But there are still many mediocre people who are even bad at eating."

"There are those who have emerged from the mud without staining, and there are also dirt rat shit in the white porridge..."

Adan seemed to understand it very much.

Qingxuan didn't say much, as Adan needed to understand these things by himself, just like Qingxuan also realized them back then.

At this time, Qingxuan turned around and entered a foot club, raised his head and chest out, and saw the passers-by suddenly.

I didn’t expect that this Taoist man looked serious, and I didn’t expect that he was also a Taoist man.

The one who entered the door with Qingxuan was a fat middle-aged man. After looking at Qingxuan, he smiled meaningfully and said, "Brother, the quality here is good, you have come to the right place."

"Is that right?" Qing Xuan responded faintly and entered the door.

Qingxuan has indeed an extraordinary temperament after transformation, especially when he doesn't speak, he feels cold and cold. If the mysterious thunder eye pattern on his forehead is placed on others, he may be considered a middle-aged young man, but it is an abnormal fit for Qingxuan and does not mean any artificiality.

Among them, one of them seemed to be the front desk of the guide and said with a smile.

"Brother, do you need to wash your feet, or massage, or... need something else? We have all the Dongguan-style Thai styles here."

If it were someone else, the guide's front desk might be restrained. It was indeed Qingxuan's temperament and looked like the police, so the front desk became a little bolder.

After all, except for the police, who is serious?

Qingxuan looked around and said.

“It’s really luxurious.”

The overhanging Roman columns and exaggerated reliefs make people feel that they have entered the palace of the Roman era. The ambiguous tones of lights are enough to make human adrenaline soar and hormones throbbing.

The guide smiled at the front desk.

"That's not. Our place is the best place in the city. You can ask if it's the best place in our Junhao Club."

However, Qingxuan said with some regret: "But this place that looks luxurious and elegant, it is a place where dirt is hidden, regret, regret."

The Taoist in Qingyi shook his head, as if it was a pity. Although the words were not loud, they showed their meaning.

"I don't understand what you mean by this." The front desk guide forced a smile, and these words destroyed her enthusiasm just now.

"That's what it means."

Qingxuan had no intention of avoiding it, so he looked up and responded calmly.

At this time, the front desk wizard had quietly called a small code on his Bluetooth headset.

Of course, Qingxuan saw her little movements, but was also anxious. In about five minutes, many people came from all directions. These people were dressed in different clothes, but they all had a fierce look on their faces.

The bald young man who seemed to be the leader squinted his eyes.

"Brother, which road is from?"

"Yunmeng Temple, Qingxuan."

"Yunmeng Temple?" The bald man saw the guy who was coming to make trouble and was a little weird: "I'll ask who you are, who sent you to make trouble, I'm not asking you this."

At this time, Qingxuan said lightly.

"I'm from Yunmeng Temple, there's nothing else."

The bald head's expression was even more strange. I thought it was someone else's place to cause trouble, but I didn't expect that I would get a mental illness.

Since he wasn't making trouble with the people in the family, there was nothing to say. The bald man turned around and greeted the younger brothers and said, "Damn, a lunatic, let's throw it out."

Some people planned to pick Qingxuan up and throw it out, but they saw Qingxuan's feet standing on the earth without moving, like lead and iron.

After two people moved, they tried their best to move.

"Why don't you come and help!" One of the younger brothers seemed to feel a little embarrassed, but said.

Then two more people came to help, but the result was still unchanged. Faced with the movement of the four people, they remained unmoved.

Seeing this, the bald man's face changed slightly.

"You guys are practicing? You guys are all leaving, I'll deal with it if you're practicing."

The bald man called the little brothers to leave, came to Qingxuan himself, and emphasized again: "You wait a moment, don't take action."

He took off his shirt, revealing his strong muscles, and a tiger-shaped tattoo on his chest, which looked very evil.

"Oh, there is still some martial virtue." Qingxuan showed a smile of admiration.

"My master said that a martial artist has no martial ethics, so he cannot be called a martial artist." The bald man bowed and pondered: "I am Xiahou Gang. Although I don't know why you came here to cause trouble, my duty is to drive you out. Please give me some advice."

"Can you call a martial artist if you have martial virtue but not morality?"

Qingxuan shook his head and sighed, his posture did not mean to deal with it, but instead had a very casual attitude.

Xiahou Gang was angry and felt that he was being looked down upon, and his hands were in a tiger shape.

"If you don't talk about martial ethics, I won't teach you some lessons and let you see what a real warrior is."

"Those who have no virtue can teach me virtue?"

Qingxuan sighed, and saw Xiahou Gang appearing with tiger claws on both hands, holding his breath to observe Qingxuan. Although the Taoist in front of him was "not polite to martial ethics", the "unmoving as a mountain" he just showed was worthy of his serious response.

At this moment, although Qingxuan did not show off, Xiahou Gang could vaguely see Qingxuan as if in the shape of a cow.

When practicing martial arts and imitating the shape, it should be imitating the shape of the bull.

"Hmph, an old cow, let's see if I don't tear you apart, the tiger."

Seeing that the other party was imitating the martial arts of the cow, Xiahou Gang's confidence increased greatly and he lifted his tiger-shaped claws.

The tiger's claws were powerful, Qingxuan was as motionless as a mountain, and even smiled.
Chapter completed!