The indescribable Taoist Lord

"I don't dare. Qinghe knows that he has limited talent and knowledge, so he shouldn't be so ridiculously complimentary."

Zhang Qinghe agreed gracefully. He had never expected that the Saint Master from Chang'an School would be so easy-going, nor did he expect to meet him so soon.

After all, he is a big shot, and the dragon has seen its beginning but not its end.

However, Li Shaobai has a special status, he is not just the sub-sage of Chang'an School, so he is familiar with this group of senior officials and has ulterior motives, so he brought Zhang Qinghe here today.

Xu Huaijin was surrounded by several old men wearing saint's brocade robes, some were kind, some were solemn. In fact, Zhang Qinghe had just "recognized" them one by one through his spiritual vision.

You can even see clearly what "Dharma" they are cultivating.

Sage Cui and Sage Wu smiled kindly at him, but a white-faced sage whose appearance was not far different from that of the Master just had a rigid look on his face and looked at him with a little scrutiny.

But even though the Holy Master was a bit stooped, the white-faced saint was still half a head shorter than him.

"I just introduced you, this is Saint Cui, this is Saint Wu, this is Saint He..."

Li Shaobai spoke eloquently, and finally talked about the middle-aged saint with a white face and no beard.

"As for this—

It's Xu Shengren. "

Xu Handu raised his head slightly and smiled at Zhang Qinghe. He has always been more serious than Xu Jianshan. If he hadn't been afraid of being rude when he first met the junior, he might have been even more tense.

And unlike Xu Jianshan, he had strong opinions on Li Shaobai.

This is not only related to Li Shaobai's casual temperament, but also to some distribution of interests.

These masters who are called saints are not real saints. There is no unreasonable preference and no unreasonable boredom.

While Li Shaobai was chatting with his masters, each of the students found their companions and prepared to return to their respective peaks.

"Who is...?"

Xie Luming looked at Zhang Qinghe from a distance, a little confused. It was rare to see him surrounded by a group of saints.

"Oh... Brother Xie has always been obsessed with practicing. Maybe you don't know that there is a new genius in the school recently. He is the descendant of Shouzheng Gong."

A student who was full of nobility but looked ordinary came forward, stood side by side with Xie Luming, and took up his words.

It was Lu Qingyun, Qingyunsheng who invited him to the Heavenly Residence for a banquet.

Lu Qingyun was well-informed, and he knew the wind direction in Chang'an these days on the flying boat. With his hands and eyes, this is not a difficult task, and besides, he is also keen on these mysterious things.

Being from a powerful family and ranking at the bottom of the Qilin Ranking is enough to show that he is not qualified to compete with the top geniuses, so he made friends, gained favor, and increased his own heritage.

This is different from Xie Luming. It can be said that their starting points determine that their methods are similar but their purposes are different.

"It is said that this young man, when he first started to practice, he broke the induction and stepped into the Taoist foundation. Then in the early days of returning to the Yuan Dynasty, he killed several corpses made by the evil men of Tiangong and were included in the Qilin Ranking by Tianyan Pavilion. , winning the reputation of the Iron-Blooded Sword."

He is naturally very keen on this kind of news.

"Oh, that's really amazing." Xie Luming's expression showed just the right amount of surprise.

If he wants to suppress the cultivation of the Dharma Realm now in the corpse puppet who went against the enemy and returned to his physical body in the early days of his return to the Yuan Dynasty, there is naturally a way.

But then and there, in the early days of his return to the Yuan Dynasty, he fell into the hands of several corpse puppets, and he escaped seriously injured.

Although he was born in Qingliu, his family was in decline, just like me from a humble family. Now that he is soaring, I can try to get in touch with him.

Xie Luming's eyes flickered.

Judging from his decent behavior in front of the saints, he looks like a meek person.

"I wonder whose disciple this Brother Zhang is?"

Xie Luming thought for a while and asked.

"It's strange to hear that it has not been adopted as the true legacy by any sub-sage or saint." Lu Qingyun frowned.

"However, it is said that he has always been close to Li Yasheng. Li Yasheng is ranked 49th on the list of things. He has the reputation of having both poems and swords. There are half a poem about returning to heaven, and a green lotus falling into the world. In terms of strength, he is no less than Hudong. A saint in this realm.”

Qing Yunsheng paused.

"What's more, today Li Yasheng brought this Zhang Shaolang to greet the saints, which already explains the problem. Thank you, brother, for careful consideration, this is not the real biography. It is better than the real biography!"

Xie Luming felt a little troubled.

He knew how his teacher felt about Li Shaobai, but he had already established his character as a gentleman who made many friends for a long time.

In this case, if you give up getting close to Zhang Qinghe, it will be equivalent to openly expressing your attitude. When a person reaches a certain status and establishes a certain image, not only what he does but also what he doesn't do will lead to misunderstandings by others.

Besides, for him, connections are resources, and Zhang Qinghe is the best resource.

"I know what Brother Xie is worried about."

Lu Qingyun was good at dancing and could see Xie Luming's troubled expression at a glance.

"Even if Li Yasheng is so protective, Brother Zhang's current attitude is so ambiguous, which proves that he is not satisfied with this teacher. Brother Xie might be able to get a talented fellow disciple with a little guidance.

Wouldn’t it be nice to support each other under Xu Shengren’s disciples from now on?

After all... Chang'an School is a place that abides by rules. The teacher chooses the disciple, and the disciple chooses the teacher. This is also the rule. "

Xie Luming listened silently, with a gleam in his eyes.

But it was obvious that this group of people were not the only ones looking at Zhang Qinghe.

He was too conspicuous.

Wang Zhixin was withdrawn and dull, and did not like to communicate with others. He had few friends, so he just mingled with the crowd of ordinary students. In view of his status, the students tacitly kept a distance of more than half a foot from him.

It's not that no one tried to contact the Wang family's young master, but everyone who tried to contact him failed.

Either they were stumped by his weird questions, or they were simply ignored.

Wang Zhixin looked at the student next to the saints silently, feeling very strange.

An inexplicable reverence and goodwill arose in my heart. This feeling was not rational, but rather like a young animal meeting its parents. It was an innate, strong emotion that arose spontaneously.

It's like worshiping the sacred, admiring the teacher, and admiring the great road.

During this period, there was a kind of bond that seemed to be there but not at all. This kind of emotion was natural and hidden, which made Wang Zhixin not think too much.

Wang Zhixin did not dwell on these details. He had a dull temper. How could a scholar have so many twists and turns? He just wanted to wait until Zhang Qinghe and the saints had finished their business, so he went forward and had a good time. Get to know each other.

As for the identity of this student...

In terms of strength, I feel that he is still returning to his original position. In terms of status, he is probably the true successor of a saint.

However, he is one of the world's richest men and the legitimate son of the Lin'an Wang family in the Thirty-Six Immortal Descendants. He never cares about power and status when making friends.

No matter how rich and powerful you are, I am not rich and powerful anyway...