He Has a Dragon

Seeing that Wang Le didn't answer, Ma Fu raised his eyebrows, looked at him with a squinted smile and asked, "What's the matter? The young master has doubts about my and Lao Li's strength?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le shook his head in denial without hesitation, and responded: "Of course I won't doubt the strength of the two of you. "

At the same time, Young Master Wang was muttering in his heart: "If a deaf old man said this, I would really believe that he has this strength."

Before Ma Fu could continue to brag, Li Hongru asked Wang Le first, "Young Master, this breakfast meal has been used. Should we go out and take a look?"

Wang Le stood up immediately and replied with a smile: "Of course I have to take a good look. It was already late when I entered the mountain gate yesterday. I just took a quick look at the flowers without taking a closer look. Uncle Li must take a closer look later." We need to introduce Nanhua Temple properly."

Before Li Hongru could say anything, Ma Fu laughed and excused himself: "Master, you and Lao Li have a good time, Lao Ma and I won't be held back by my body."

"Uh!" Wang Le looked at Ma Fu, who was covered in fat. He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, nodded with a smile and said, "Uncle Ma, you can go and do your own thing. Uncle Li will be with me."

Then Ma Fu greeted Lao Li, turned around and went out through the back door of the dining room.

Wang Le and Li Hongru did not continue to make after-dinner tea in the dining room, and then left through the dining room door.

Soon, Wang Le, led by Li Hongru, an old horse who knew the way, turned left and right, followed the railing, crossed the path, left the back door of the mansion, and walked slowly towards other areas of the temple...

The sky is clear and cloudless, and the sun shines on the flat top of the mountain. This Nanhua Temple is like a small town. It does not have gorgeous splendor, but has the foundation accumulated over the years, which is displayed in this row upon row of densely packed palaces and pavilions.

Wang Le, who was walking among them, had just come out of the mansion before entering the edge of the center of the dojo. He even saw criss-crossing farmland and vegetable fields, with young disciples working hard to cultivate and irrigate the fields.

Along the way, Li Hongru was leading the way from the beginning. Unknowingly, Lao Li slowed down and followed Wang Le at a distance to show the superiority of master and servant.

From the beginning to the end, Wang Le did not ask Li Hongru a single word, and only looked at everything around him with interest with his own eyes.

The orderly, spacious and flat bluestone streets and the huge square are comparable to Tian'anmen in the world's forty-nine cities.

The large and small palaces around the square are ancient and simple.

Especially the main hall looking south and north is magnificent and solemn.

This made Wang Le, who had just walked into the square and put up a pergola with his hands and looked at the main hall opposite, think of the battle between the top of the Forbidden City and Qilin on the night of the full moon... the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"Let me go, compared to the main hall of Taihe Hall and Nanhua Temple, the difference between a three-year-old child and an adult is simply the same."

Wang Le took a breath of air and compared it secretly in his heart.

Those Guanzhong disciples who entered the main hall looked like ants against the backdrop of the now magnificent main hall.

Wang Le murmured to himself: "It's really a miraculous craftsmanship, it can't be calculated by common sense!"

Li Hongru, who had a faint smile on his face and followed respectfully next to him, saw that the young master finally broke the silence, and quickly followed his gaze to the main hall in the distance.

Then he saw Li Hongru laughing and saying to Wang Le: "This main palace should have been called Lingxiao Palace, maybe because the name is taboo. It was destroyed by thunder and fire a thousand years ago, but what you see now is a newly built one. It’s called the Palace of Lost Dreams.”

"The Palace of Lost Dreams?" Wang Le couldn't help but have a strange look in his eyes, and secretly complained that it would be better to call it the Palace of Lost Dreams, which would have more meaning.

As for the taboo in the Lingxiao Palace, Wang Le didn't have to ask, he would also think of the Lingxiao Palace in the Tiangong, where the Jade Emperor lived.

"I really don't know what the ancestor of Nanhua thinks."

Such doubts flashed through Wang Le's mind, and they had nothing to do with him anyway.

With his mind wandering, Wang Le pointed at the disciples walking through the main hall and other large and small pavilions around the square, and then asked Li Hongru: "Uncle Li, the clothes worn by these disciples are divided into black and yellow. Is it possible that there are What’s the point?”

Li Hongru smiled and replied: "Nanhua Temple is divided into inner and outer sects. The outer sect disciples all wear black uniforms, while the inner sect disciples all wear yellow clothes."

After a pause, Li Hongru further explained: "Among them, the best disciples of the inner sect are often the disciples with the highest cultivation level under the master of the temple and the major elders, and they will be called true disciples."

"The clothes worn by the true disciples are white, and the cuffs are inlaid with gold to show their noble status."

Speaking of this, Li Hongru saw Wang Le listening with interest, and then he smiled and said: "Every generation of head of Nanhua Temple is selected from among the true disciples, without exception."

At the end, Li Hongru did not forget to encourage him: "As long as you work hard and practice hard, I believe that one day you will become a true disciple of Guanzhong!"

"Uh!" Wang Le couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and thought to himself: "It seems that grandpa did not reveal my martial arts cultivation."

Thinking of this, Wang Le was very satisfied. What he wanted was... to be low-key.

Of course, Wang Le also knew that his martial arts cultivation could only be hidden for a while, but not forever. It was especially difficult to hide it from people around him like Li Hongru and Ma Fu.

When Li Hongru saw that Wang Le was still silent, he thought that Wang Le had no confidence, so he smiled and comforted him: "If you don't want to practice, you can also learn to refine weapons and pills. I believe that you will be able to get ahead and achieve a great career."

"Uh!" Wang Le could only chuckle, and then he took the initiative to change the subject and said: "Uncle Li, when I came out of the mansion just now, I didn't expect to see so many farmland and vegetable fields in Nanhua Temple. It's really shocking. It was a bit unexpected and, well, eye-opening.”

Immediately, Wang Le touched his chin, showing a thoughtful expression, and continued: "The rice I ate last night and this morning, and even the rice I ate in Bai Yujing and Luohuang Town, always felt better than the rice in the secular world. There is something extra, but I can’t explain it for the moment, so I would like to ask Uncle Li to clarify my doubts.”

At this time, Li Hongru looked at Wang Le with a hint of appreciation for the first time. It was obvious that before, he had underestimated his respected grandson who came from the world of mortals.

"Young Master is so young, but I didn't expect that he would have an exquisite heart with seven orifices, and he could observe things in such subtle ways."

"I thought he came from the earthly world and looked down upon him. I was really mistaken. It seems that Your Majesty has a successor..."

Li Hongru thought of many things like this.

But these thoughts did not prevent Li Hongru from answering Wang Le's questions one by one. Activate new URL