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Chapter 592

    With a smile, Han Yuexin walked quickly to Wang Qingshan and said enthusiastically, "Wang Daoyou, my aunt, they are in the teahouse in front of them. They have invited many Daoyou and are exchanging Taoist Dharma! Would you like to join us? "


    Wang Qingshan originally wanted to communicate with the monks at the same level, so naturally he would not refuse Han Yuexin''s proposal.


    "Wang Daoyou, when did you start? Last time I went to Taoshan, your brother said you were closing the gate. How did you get out of the gate so quickly? You often practice in seclusion. No wonder you have entered the seventh floor of Zhuji. I still build the sixth floor of Zhuji, but I am confident that I can catch up with you. "


    They walked to the teahouse together. Han Yuexin kept talking and was very lively.


    Wang Qingshan frowns slightly. Han Yuexin talks too much. He doesn''t like it very much. Every time he stays with Han Yuexin, he feels that there are a group of flies around him.


    Because of this, he hid from Han Yuexin.


    Han Yuexin chattered on and on, talking to Wang Qingshan about her experience in recent years. She said more than ten words, and Wang Qingshan replied.


    Before long, they went into the teahouse and came to the fifth floor.


    More than 20 immortals were sitting at the tea table in twos and threes, discussing Taoism.


    Wang Qingshan''s eyes swept towards the other friars, and there was a strange color in his eyes.


    Following his eyes, a thin young man in red sat in the corner.


    The young man in red, with a long red knife on his back, looked cold and didn''t want to be near. His body sent out a faint evil spirit and built eight floors of foundation.


    Wang Qingshan carefully found that there were several swallow patterns on the sleeves of the young man in red.


    The young man in red noticed Wang Qingshan''s eyes and looked at Wang Qingshan, but he soon looked away.


    Wang Qingshan and Han Yuexin find an empty table and sit down.


    "In another two days, it will be the day when the conference on Taoism will be officially held. I don''t know who Fu Baohua will fall to."


    "I think it mostly falls on the disciples of Chongyang Academy. They take out a piece of Fubao as a reward. The first name must be the disciple of Chongyang academy, otherwise Chongyang academy will not look good."


    "That''s not necessarily true. The disciples of taiyixianmen and wanhuagong also took part in the meeting. Maybe their disciples won the first place."


    "There is no absolute truth in the world. My elder brother has already cultivated to the ninth floor of the building foundation. He has rich experience in fighting methods, and he has the magic tools of his own life. He has a great chance to win the first place."


    At the beginning, they discussed Tao and Dharma, but slowly, the topic shifted to the contest of the conference on Tao.


    "Others say that friar Donghuang is a frog in the well, but I didn''t believe it. Now it seems that what they say is right. If you look at the sky from the well, you don''t know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, so is Donghuang."


    A man''s voice full of disdain came from the corner.


    Wang Qingshan looked along the source of the voice. He saw the young man in red standing up and walking downstairs.


    Listen to his words, the young man in red is not the friar of Donghuang.


    "Well, it''s not sure who''s looking at the sky from a well!"


    "That is to say, mules or horses come out for a walk. On the day of the debate, I hope to see you on the stage."


    On hearing this, the young man in red laughed instead of angry. He turned around and looked at the friar upstairs and said with a sneer, "good! I hope you''ll be on the court and I''ll kill you


    With that, he strode downstairs.


    "Dao Xiu! It''s rare. "


    Wang Qingshan looked at the back of the young man in red and murmured to himself.


    The sword is king and the sword is domineering. In a word, Wang Qingshan hasn''t dealt with Dao Xiu yet!


    "I think the first name is Wang Daoyou. Wang Daoyou is Jian Xiu. He beat me with one move."


    Han Yuexin some proud said, it seems that the winner is her.


    Han Yuxin''s Willow eyebrows wrinkled slightly. She looked at Han Yuexin and said in secret, "it''s really hard for a girl to stay. Before she got married, she turned her arms out."


    One after another, some foundation building monks came up to discuss Taoism.


    Wang Qingshan found that these people were all on paper and had little experience in fighting. No wonder the Red Youth Association looked down on the friars of Donghuang.


    After the exchange of Taoist Dharma, they began to hold an exchange meeting to exchange things for things.


    Wang Qingshan took out some monster materials in exchange for materials for refining the flying sword.


    Half an hour later, the monks left one after another.


    "Wang Daoyou, there''s a weapons shop in front of you. The flying sword there is very good. I''ll go with you to have a look!"


    Han Yuexin pointed to the front of a shop, said enthusiastically.


    Han Yuxin can''t laugh or cry. They all say that girls should be reserved. Her niece is too active!


    "No, Han Xianzi, thank you for your kindness. Wang has something else to do. Goodbye."


    Wang Qingshan politely refused and turned to leave.


    "What''s the matter? Does he hate me? It''s not that the girl pursues the man


    Han Yuexin showed a bitter gourd face and said with a frown.


    "You''re a brave girl. You''re a girl chasing after a man. If your father knows, he''ll make you angry."Han Yuxin points Han Yuexin''s forehead with his finger and scolds him impolitely.


    "Auntie, didn''t you say that? Happiness is in my own hands. I don''t want to be like my fourth sister. "


    Han Yuxin sighed and said, "can''t you see it? He doesn''t like you at all. Emotional things can''t be forced. "


    Han Yuexin''s brow is locked and her black eyes are turning. She doesn''t know what she is thinking.


    After leaving the teahouse, Wang Qingshan walked along the street and unconsciously came to a Qingshi square.


    There are ten arena in the square. Each arena is covered by an egg shaped cyan light curtain. The immortal practitioners fight in the arena.


    So far, these people have been fighting, and few of them are in danger of their lives.


    Wang Qingshan shook his head straight. If the way of fighting at the forum is similar to those of these people, he thinks it''s OK to be the first.


    Of course, he is very clear that real masters will not easily show their magic power in front of people.


    "I''ve found you, seventh uncle. It''s not good. Astronomy has a dispute with people. It''s almost a fight."


    A member of the Wang family ran to Wang Qingshan and said anxiously.


    "Astronomy? How did he get into an argument? He is not such a person


    Wang Qingshan frowned and said that Wang Tianwen likes poetry and classics and is honest. He should not argue with others.


    "It seems that it is for the sake of fighting for a poem. According to astronomy, that book is the work of some Confucian and Taoist masters."


    "Take me quickly. The child is really a pain in the neck."


    Before long, Wang Qingshan came to a bookstore.


    A white faced, bookish and angry scholar in a blue shirt is fighting with a middle-aged man for something. The shopkeeper has a blue book in his hand and looks embarrassed.


    "Astronomy, what''s the matter?" Wang Qingshan looked at the scholar in Qingshan and asked with a frown.


    "Uncle Qi, you''ve come just in time. This book is my first choice. It''s mine."


    Wang Tianwen pointed to the blue classics on the shopkeeper''s hand and explained.


    "Well, you didn''t pay again. I''ve already paid Lingshi."


    Wang Qingshan looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "is this the only one? Can''t you make a copy? "


    "Qibo, this is the only copy. The classics can be copied. However, the classics have the understanding of Confucianism and Taoism. The copied classics do not have to be original."


    The characters of Confucianism and Taoism are naturally different from ordinary characters. There are many ways to write a word. Different ways of writing mean different Tao.


    After hearing this, Wang Qingshan frowned slightly and said to the middle-aged man, "little friend, we are willing to pay three times the price for this book. How about that?"


    "The book of saints can not be measured by the spirit stone and not sold."


    The middle-aged man shook his head without giving Wang Qingshan any face.
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