Into Xuancheng Xianxian, From Not Being A Son-In-Law

Chapter 111

"Oh, villain..."

Bai Quzhang heaved a long sigh.

Xu Nian was stunned. The Qian Zilu he met was the apprentice of the bandit chief?

No wonder.

It is the same as Pirate Head's move, and it can also shuttle through the white mist.

From this point of view, the Qian Zilu he met should have pretended to be someone else just like the bandit head, and Qian Zilu, a disciple of the academy, was not his real identity.

Bai Quzhang didn't want to talk more about his apprentice, he thought about it for a moment, and then proved his identity with a sentence of emotion.

"Ms. Zhang's ability to prescribe medicine is better than Lan's. Lao Zhang doesn't dare to drink tea casually now."

Knowing such a hidden thing, it seems that it cannot be faked by others.

Xu Nian felt relieved.

"Why did Senior Bai come to Slim Forest?"

"Here's something nice for you."

Bai Quzhang regained his smiling face, and casually threw the good things to Xu Nian, who took a look in his hand.

An old pen rest!

This is the Saint pen holder that Qinghui handed over to Yuanzhen outside the forest of self-cultivation!

How did the Saint pen holder end up in the hands of Bai Quzhang? It seems that there is no need to ask this question. Thinking about Bai Quzhang’s world-renowned name, it seems not difficult to understand.

Steal the head.

It is obvious that it was stolen, but how else did it come from?

However, this is a great gift.

Xu Nian pondered for a moment, then asked: "Bai senior, this is precious and you just gave it to me?"

Bai Quzhang shrugged and explained: "The pen holder used by the Confucian Saint can still sense the direction of the Saint pen in this self-cultivation forest. Of course it is extremely precious, but no matter how precious something is, it must be effective. OK."

"It's right to make the best use of everything."

"It just so happens that this pen is in my hand but it's not very useful."

With the ability to steal the head, he can move freely in this forest of self-cultivation, but it is difficult to gain recognition in this forest of self-cultivation, and he will not get any chance.

The illusion test of self-cultivation forest is not just about what you do in the illusion.

You have to follow your heart.

Before Bai Quzhang came to find Xu Nian, he had already taken the Saint pen to find the Saint pen, but the location was certain, but he couldn't get the Saint pen.

If not.

The biggest thief in the world, how could he rush to become a money-scattering boy.

"I will give the things to my little brother. Whether I can get the pen left by the Confucian Saint or not is up to you, little brother, so I don't care. Anyway, as long as the Saint pen doesn't fall into the hands of the Buddhist bald donkey I have no opinion."

One mouthful and one bald donkey.

It can be heard that Bai Quzong seems to be dissatisfied with Buddhism.

"Let's go, I have to teach Zhang girl how to practice swords when I go back."

The knight in blue shirt retreated a step, and his figure disappeared in the white mist, but there was still a sentence left.

"Little brother, if you meet that villain of mine again next time, if there is any conflict, if there is room for keeping your hand, please spare the life of that villain of mine..."

Xu Nian looked at the Saint pen holder in his hand.

Under the barrier of white mist, he didn't know whether Bai Quzhang had left or whether his eyes and ears were still here.

But he still nodded.

"I try my best."

Xu Nian actually didn't kill him when he met the first thief apprentice, but he didn't want to be merciful at that time, but wanted to capture him alive. Ask him about the origin of the item on his body that exudes the breath that is connected to his Bloodline.

But it's not a bad thing to be the apprentice of the bandit head.

This movement method can be described as slippery, and even covered by the white mist in the self-cultivation forest, he couldn't catch it.

With the Saint pen in his hand, Xu Nian successfully sensed a direction in this self-cultivating forest full of white mist. After going through several illusions along the way, he saw a long table.

There is nothing on the long case.

Xu Nian approached the long case, the pen in his hand trembled slightly, exuding a strong will.

Like a wanderer who leaves home and returns home.

Xu Nian felt this desire, and he put his pen on the long case thoughtfully.

The white mist rolls back, and only the bamboo forest is left here.

A pen emerged from nothingness and rested quietly on the pen rest.

All in one.

It's like it's always been like this.

Xu Nian walked over and wanted to pick up the pen, but the pen was so heavy that he couldn't pick it up all of a sudden, until wisps of white mist emitting golden light emerged from his body and melted into it. pen.

The weight of a thousand pounds just now has become the lightness of a feather.

"Is this the Saint pen?"

The moment Xu Nian picked up the pen, the originally fragmented pen holder seemed to have reached the end of its mission, turning into fly ash inch by inch and blending into the white mist of the bamboo forest.

The pen in Xu Nian's hand trembled slightly.

It seems to be whimpering.

In this slightly sad atmosphere, Xu Nian saw a figure appearing in front of the case.

There is no indomitable majesty.

But he wrote a long book at his desk, brewing with awe-inspiring aura, blowing all over the world.

After a while.

The back disappeared, leaving only the book and pen.

Another Daoist figure emerged.

He walked to the long case and sat down, thinking hard for a long time before picking up the pen.

"Set up a heart for heaven and earth."

"Building lives for the living and the people."

"Secret Technique for the past."

"Create peace for all generations."

In just four sentences, the words are concise and the meaning is grand.

A stream of clear light soars straight into the sky, sweeping away the heavens and the earth, in exchange for a clear sky.

How about four sentences?

This Daoist shadow is not surnamed Zhang, is it?

Xu Nian opened his mouth wide. He didn't expect this to be famous in his previous life. Every keyboard Confucianist like him has to recite the four lines of Hengqu fluently. It has already appeared in this world.

Word for word.

This is a coincidence born under the same Confucian culture.

Or……

I don't know how many years ago this figure came from the same place as him?

Xu Nian murmured in his heart, inexplicably feeling that the line "own" was spoken first.

At this time.

After writing the four sentences of Hengqu, I don’t know if the Daoist figure whose surname is Zhang, after the clear light cleansed the world, he suddenly fell into confusion.

Slowly got up, took three steps back, and bowed to the long case.

It is clear.

This is bowing to the Daoist shadow who used to be at the desk for a long time.

"I know why I read."

"But teacher."

"How am I going to do it?"

"How to establish a heart, how to establish a life, how to continue your knowledge, how to create peace for all generations like you?"

He fell into a deep confusion.

In this confusion, the Daoist figure did not disappear, but froze in place, motionless.

after this.

Daoist figures came out of the white mist one after another, and they left pen and ink on the long case.

All of them have attracted awe-inspiring spirit.