He Has a Dragon

Of course, Qingyangzi would not casually agree to Wang Le's half-joking request.

No matter how good the relationship between the two parties is, it is still a personal friendship. Qingyangzi cannot abandon public affairs for personal reasons and ignore the interests of Guixuguan.

To take a step back, even if Nanhua Temple is destroyed, it has nothing to do with Guixu Temple. As the current spokesperson of Guixu Temple, Qingyangzi will not send the masters from the temple to Nanhua even if he wants to help Wang Le. Watch and sit.

To put it simply, this is a waste of resources. Even if Qingyangzi is willing, there are other elders in the temple who may not be happy!

"Boy, this request of yours is going to embarrass a poor man. It's absolutely impossible!" Qingyangzi didn't mince his words, he shook his head and refused.

After a pause, Qingyangzi sighed, and said with a faint emotion: "This Guixu Temple is not the Guixu Temple of Pindao alone!"

At this time, Wang Le smiled and said, "I understand, it was just a joke."

Qingyangzi hummed, then looked at Wang Ledao: "The three people Pindao mentioned before, when you encounter danger and cannot solve it, you can go to them with the token."

"Pindao can only help you so far. As for Nanhua Temple, whether it can survive the war between the martial arts world and vampires depends on its own destiny."

Speaking of this, Qingyangzi couldn't help shaking his head and said with a smile: "Actually, you and I are a little unfounded. After all, Nanhua Temple, as a Taoist heritage that has existed for thousands of years, still has some foundation, and it will not be destroyed like this."

After a pause, Qingyangzi glanced at Wang Le and said meaningfully: "Han Ruoshui, as the number one master of Nanhua Temple, did not stay in his hometown at this critical moment. Instead, he went far away and went to the secular world. Forty-nine cities, judging from his actions, Nanhua Guan must still be confident."

"It seems that the senior officials at Nanhua Temple are not worried about the threat that vampires invading the martial arts world will pose to their own sect."

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Le's eyes, and he nodded in agreement: "According to senior's analysis, it does make some sense."

Qingyangzi chuckled, patted Wang Le on the shoulder, and said: "Boy, don't underestimate the talkers of various major forces in the martial arts world, including Nanhua Temple. They can lead the sect to establish a foothold in the martial arts world. All of them are heroes among men and must not be underestimated!"

After a pause, Qingyangzi continued: "Not to mention Nanhua Temple. For thousands of years, it has stood in the central area where the martial arts world has been the most fiercely disputed since ancient times. Although it has long since declined, it is no longer the glorious peak it was a thousand years ago. period,

But there is still some foundation in the situation. "

Wang Le nodded silently, and then did not continue to dwell on this issue. Instead, he took the initiative to change the subject and asked Qingyangzi: "Senior, what is the name of the second senior brother of Nanhua Temple, the master of Nanhua Temple?"

Qingyangzi narrowed his eyes and replied with a strange look inside: "Your grandfather's Taoist name is Jiyangzi, and his second senior brother is also the Taoist master of Nanhua Temple, whose Taoist name is Jiyinzi."

Wang Le touched his nose and continued to ask curiously: "Master Uncle is called Nanhua Blood Sword. Does the boy's grandfather and the master of the temple have any resounding nicknames?"

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Qingyangzi's face, and he slowly replied: "Although your grandpa is a master of martial arts, he has no so-called nickname. Most people call him Jiyang Taoist. As for Nanhua Temple's The temple leader is extremely yinzi, but when he was young, he had a rather romantic nickname."

"Uh!" Wang Le's face suddenly twitched, and he couldn't help but understand a little bit why Qingyangzi sounded so weird. It seemed that the problem was still related to Feng Liu.

As a junior and future member of Nanhua Temple, Mr. Wang certainly does not want to comment on this. After all, Ji Yinzi is not only grandpa's second senior brother, but also the current leader of Nanhua Temple.

At this time, Qingyangzi smiled a little ambiguously and said: "As far as Pindao knows, the current strength of Nanhua Temple is not as weak as before. The reason why it can gain a foothold in the central area of ​​​​the martial arts world and be feared by the surrounding sect forces, except for some In addition to the unique killing talent of Nanhua Blood Sword Han Ruoshui, there is also a rumor related to Ji Yangzi that played a big role."

"Oh?" Wang Le couldn't help showing a look of interest, and asked smoothly: "Senior, what rumor can have such a big effect?"

The faint smile on Qingyangzi's face instantly faded, his eyes narrowed out of habit, and he replied softly: "According to legend, the Taoist monk Ji Yinzi was a man who dominated the martial arts world and defeated all the geniuses of his generation. "

"Eh! Walking in the world of the hidden Taoist lineage? She is actually a woman, and she has defeated all the geniuses of her generation?" Wang Le was stunned for a while, and his heart was full of unexpected emotions.

At this moment, Qingyangzi snorted, glanced at Young Master Wang, and asked, "Did I say you're a woman?"

"Pfft...cough cough cough..."

Young Master Wang instantly choked on his own saliva. His face turned red and he looked at Qingyangzi in disbelief. For a moment, thousands of words were stuck in his throat and he could not speak anymore.

Seeing Wang Le's horrified and speechless expression, Qingyangzi was not surprised at all and said calmly: "What's so strange about the habit of cutting sleeves?"

"The habit of cutting sleeves?"

Wang Le, who was too shocked to react, murmured to himself. He didn't understand what it meant at first, but he soon thought of the origin of the word. It came from an allusion between Emperor Ai of the Western Han Dynasty and Dong Xian, the son of Dong Gong, the imperial censor. .

According to historical records, during one afternoon nap, Dong Xian fell asleep with Emperor Ai's sleeve on his pillow. Emperor Ai wanted to get up and do something, but he was reluctant to wake Dong Xian, so he drew his sword and cut off his sleeve.

This resulted in the habit of cutting sleeves, which later generations often used to describe intimate relationships between same-sex people.

Of course, the more popular words in the world today are glass, lesbian, and gay.

At this time, Wang Le's face was changing, and he muttered to himself: "I didn't expect that there are gays in the martial arts world."

Qingyangzi immediately rolled his eyes at Wang Le and said angrily: "What are you saying, kid? It must be in the world of mortals, but not in the martial arts world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le waved his hands quickly and said with a smile on his face: "Of course not, it's just that my knowledge is shallow. Today is an eye-opener, and it is inevitable that I feel a little strange."

Although Young Master Wang said this, he couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "What kind of shitty luck did this young master have? To become the disciple of a gay leader, for God's sake, You never play like this!"

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