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

The first person to come out of the self-cultivation forest was an academy student.

His face was pale and he was a little hurt.

He Xiao was surprised: "Junior Brother Qian, how did you do this?"

Qian Zilu shook his head and sighed: "I didn't practice enough, not only did I gain nothing in the forest of self-cultivation, but I also hurt myself, making Senior Brother He laugh."

In the bitter smile, self-blame and annoyance were just right.

The illusion test in the self-cultivation forest focuses on questioning the heart. Normally, it will not hurt, but there is no absolute in everything, and Qian Zilu is sad, so it is not a good time to ask questions.

He Xiao comforted: "What's so ridiculous about this? No, Ruyi Scepter is the normal state of life. Isn't our practice just to be able to go against the current one day, so as not to lose ambition."

"Brother He is right."

Qian Zilu nodded, and glanced at Shen Qifeng and the three college students who were standing not far away.

"Senior Brother He, I'm sick, so I'll go back and rest first."

"Well, take a good rest..."

After Qian Zilu, the rest of the people who entered the Forest of Self-cultivation also came out one after another.

Chen Xianhu, Xiong Yu, and Zhugetai, the three had different expressions, but each had their own gains. They exchanged what kind of illusion they encountered in the self-cultivation forest. Only Ye Yikui came out with a distraught look, and I didn't get any opportunities in the self-cultivation forest.

"Brother Ye, what did you experience in the self-cultivation forest?"

"No, nothing..."

Ye Yikui didn't want to say it.

No matter who asked him, he would forcefully say nothing, then shook his head.

Keep silent about the experience in the self-cultivation forest.

Chen Xianhu and the others were both worried and doubtful, but Ye Yikui was a friend they knew and not a prisoner to be interrogated. Since he was unwilling to speak, no matter how many thoughts he had to hold back, it was impossible to force him to speak.

Yuan Zhen also came out.

When he came out, he was still holding a pen in both hands.

Chen Xianhu narrowed his eyes.

The wind outside the self-cultivation forest suddenly became chilling.

But Madoka looked a little strange.

He didn't feel the joy of getting the Saint's treasure, but his face was full of bewilderment.

After seeing the pen that Yuan Zhen was holding, Mr. He Da only frowned for a while.

Then he didn't seem to hold back.

Laughed out loud.

"puff--"

He Xiao was puzzled: "Father, what are you laughing at?"

Seeing that all the pens that Saint left in the cultivation forest fell into the hands of Buddhism, he almost died of anxiety.

Why are you still laughing?

"Why am I laughing? Haha, the little bald donkey was so nervous before he put the Saint pen into the Slim Forest, but in the end he came out with such an ordinary pen out of nowhere, why should I laugh?"

He Xiao was stunned: "Is this an ordinary thing?"

He Qishi nodded: "Except for the dilapidated ones that are a bit tough, such pens can be bought casually in shops selling pens, inks, papers and inkstones along the street. Not only are there no special features, they are also ordinary in themselves, probably not good enough to put on. Lin Zhuge's shelves."

Lin Zhuge is a famous study shop in Yujing City.

Yuan Zhen also discovered that this pen is extremely ordinary, without any power, and it doesn't look like a Confucian Saint's belongings, so he was at a loss.

Qinghui also saw that it was just an ordinary pen.

The old monk frowned and said, "Yuanzhen, isn't the pen rest working?"

"No, Master, the pen rest pointed out the direction, but when I got there, I only saw a stone table with this pen on it."

Qinghui pondered for a moment, then said: "Where is the pen rest?"

"Master, here."

He took over the mountain-shaped pen rest from Yuanzhen's hand.

After just looking at it for a while, Qinghui already knew the reason.

The old monk was silent, and after a long time he said helplessly: "This is not the pen holder I gave you, you have been cheated."

Yuan was really taken aback.

"What? But after the Master handed me the pen, I never left. How could it be a fake? This...it's all due to the fact that I didn't do my job well, so I ask the Master to punish me."

Qinghui sighed and shook her head: "Forget it, what's the use of blaming you? It seems that this relic of the Confucian Saint has nothing to do with you and me, and it has nothing to do with our Buddhism."

It has nothing to do with Hanwu country.

But the last sentence can't be said.

Trying every means.

In the end, it was a fall short, because I don't know who will steal the peaches from the hands of their master and apprentice.

Qinghui remembered the soaring Qingguang in the forest of self-cultivation before.

Will it be the same person?

Now that the matter has come to this point, it is meaningless for Qinghui and Yuanzhen to stay in Youlu Academy.

After all, this place is within the territory of Dayan.

I took the risk before to plan the Saint pen.

Now that the plan has come to nothing, every time he stays in Dayan, he will bear an unnecessary risk.

"Master Qinghui won't stay for a few more days? I still want to have a long talk with the master and ask for some Dharma."

Mr. He Da's smile at this time is no longer polite, but sincere.

Although he didn't know exactly what happened, the old bald donkey's calculations had already come to nothing. How worried he was before, he was so happy now.

If he hadn't been concerned about being gentle in front of Dean Shen, he would have applauded.

Faced with He Qishi's persuasion, Qinghui seemed unable to understand the teasing and joke in these words.

The old monk clasped his hands together and said with a slight smile: "Thank you Mr. He for your hospitality these few days, and I will come to Youlu Academy to talk with Mr. He again when I have the opportunity."

"Okay, okay, it's a deal, Master Qinghui, I'll wait for you to come again..."

Qinghui and Yuanzhen, the Buddhist master and apprentice, left Youlu Academy.

Didn't take the Saint pen.

Therefore, it can be considered that they escaped a catastrophe.

The great general Chen Xinghu in the depths of the academy kowtowed melon seeds, squinted his eyes and looked at the self-cultivation forest, waiting for the person corresponding to the vision of the clear light to appear.

Let the Buddhist master and apprentice leave empty-handed, and don't bother to take a look.

The last one to come out of the self-cultivation forest was Xu Nian.

Chen Xianhu and the others vaguely sensed that the aura of this Daoist master was different from before he entered the cultivation forest, but they couldn't tell what it was for a while.

Only He Xiao, who is a Confucian practitioner, widened his eyes.

It seemed that he was afraid of making a mistake, so he rubbed his eyes several times.

Can't go wrong.

The Qing Guang who soared into the sky before was the corresponding Brother Xu.

But……

A Daoist master was actually recognized by the Confucian sages.

How is this done?

Shen Qifeng looked at Xu Nian, he saw more than He Xiao.

"Realist Xu met the Saint pen?"

Xu Nian doesn't know who the middle-aged Confucian shirt is going to own.

But seeing that He Qishi was with him, he could roughly guess the identity of the scholar.

There is Deer Academy, and there is only the dean above Mr. Da.

Xu Nian nodded slightly.

Shen Qifeng asked again: "Real Master Xu has been recognized by the sages, but he failed to bring out the pen that Saint left in the forest of self-cultivation?"

Xu Nian thought for a while and said: "It's not that I can't, but that I don't want to. Since I have already obtained the opportunity, how can I for my own selfishness cut off the path left by the bamboo planting seniors to future generations."

Shen Qifeng obviously understood.

The dean of Youlu Academy was stunned for a moment, and then said a few good words in succession.

Then.

He bowed deeply to Xu Nian.