There are exceptions to everything.

When the old man and the sage between the old man and the saint in the clouds were concealed by the saint afterwards, the fact that he lost to the old man was a fact and could not be changed.

Master Zhou stood in front of the hut, and no one around could come here. The saint's method was so simple.

A ray of energy left between Master Zhou's fingers and went to the hut.

There was a sound of wind outside the hut, and there was also Master Zhou standing in the wind.

There was an old man in the hut, with his eyes closed, lying on the simple wooden bed, snoring slightly.

I think I should have fallen asleep.

But Master Zhou has already revealed that he has arrived outside the door, so how could this old man remain indifferent?

Even if the old man wanted to remain indifferent, Master Zhou would not allow it.

With just a slight thought, the wooden bed began to shake, with a small amplitude, but it always made the old man unable to pretend to be asleep anymore. The person who pretended to be asleep could not wake him up, but the old man still opened his eyes.

Opening his eyes, the old man quickly sat up and stared at the broken door. The old man frowned and shouted, "Who is so boring to tease an old man like me?"

This is asking clearly.

There are not many people in the world who can care about cultivators like the old man, but they still feel that the outside aura makes him unable to develop a slight desire for fighting. The reason why he cannot develop a slight desire for fighting is naturally not because the slight energy is kind, but that person is too strong and has no chance of winning.

If you have no chance of winning, it’s better not to argue.

This is the old man’s code of conduct over the years, and he has never changed. He doesn’t quarrel because he can’t quarrel. Naturally, the same is true if he doesn’t fight.

Master Zhou looked at the broken hut and knew that the old man was going to pretend to be a ghost. He frowned slightly and said nothing. He just took a step forward and fell into the hut.

There are very few things in the thatched hut, a wooden table, a chair, and a wooden bed.

Master Zhou sat on the chair and looked at the old man sitting on the bed.

The two looked at each other without saying much, but the old man knew what Mr. Zhou was thinking, and Mr. Zhou also knew what the old man was thinking. In fact, there was no need to say much to both of them, so they knew the whole story of the matter, but things were not that simple.

Master Zhou was silent for a while, and then said, "I talked with Ye Xiujing that Su Ye will not happen, Liang Yi will not do anything, we just keep the current situation, but it is meaningless. The situation of mountains and rivers has not changed for six thousand years. Taoist sect thinks it is not very good, and I also think it is not very good."

The old man had no expression.

Master Zhou continued: "If you can't let go of the old things back then, I can issue a decree."

The old man turned his head, without any happy expression, but became more and more indifferent, "Is this what is called "the tea is cold when people go?"

Master Zhou looked at him without saying a word.

Things can be divided into sequence and size.

On the question of whether Confucianism will play a more important role in the future, the old things of the past naturally seem less important.

The old man stood up and his whole body trembled a little. It was not because of his old age or anger, but because he was a little involuntarily.

The old man looked at Master Zhou and said nothing.

Master Zhou is also waiting for the answer.

It's quiet again.

After a while, the old man said, "I am not afraid of death in this hut, nor is it because I am afraid of him. If so, after he left the world, I will come out. I just kept thinking about something through the first thing I couldn't figure it out. If you can't figure it out, you will naturally not want to come out. If you want me to get into the clouds, you have to wait until I figure it out. If I can't figure it out, I won't leave."

Master Zhou had a strange feeling in his eyes, "I can't figure out many things in this world. There are tens of thousands of things I know. If each of them is so entangled, there is no need to practice."

The old man was not very interested, and even when facing the Confucian leader in front of him, he still had no awe.

Master Zhou exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He didn't walk out and say a few fair words, but he felt that the old man was not on the same path as him. Even if one day, the old man came from the world to the clouds, he would never stand beside him and beside him on the bank of the river.

It is only now that the times are different that he came to the school in person.

The old man looked at Master Zhou a few times, then fell down. This was the sign that he had reached this point, so there was no need to say more.

He is a monk who climbs the tower and is definitely not a match for Master Zhou. Moreover, Master Zhou has a respectable status. If others see him treat Master Zhou like this, it will probably not take long before he will be despised by thousands of people.

Master Zhou stood up and said calmly: "The great way is numerous, each with its own way, but since those roads were opened up by our predecessors, we should develop a sense of gratitude, not like this now."

After saying this, the old man didn't care about it and listened to it. Anyway, Master Zhou had already returned to the hut.

Master Zhou, who returned to the hut, glanced at the sky.

All the energy dissipated, and soon a middle-aged man with a book on his waist appeared here.

The head of the school, Su Ye.

The head of the school looked at Master Zhou and soon bowed with his fists, with a gentle expression and no one could tell anything wrong.

Master Zhou nodded slightly and said softly: "It's time to worry about the matter of entering the clouds."

After saying this, Master Zhou did not talk about the matter in depth. He just glanced at Su Ye and disappeared.

Su Ye looked at the broken hut and asked tentatively: "Sir?"

"roll!"

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After going to the school, Master Zhou was in a bad mood, but it wouldn't be very bad either.

He stood in the clouds, looked somewhere, walked a few steps forward, then looked at the horizon and said, "All the deductions are useless at this moment, so he still has to explore it yourself."

There was a voice coming from outside the sky.

Master Zhou stood there, listened for a while, and then said, "This is how the Dao was."

Another illusory voice.

Master Zhou said: "It's best if you do this."

After saying this, Master Zhou walked towards the clouds.

Snow is falling between heaven and earth.

Snow is not snow, but sword intent.

As much snow as there is here, there will be as much sword intent and sword energy.

Master Zhou couldn't count it, but feeling these sword intents reminded him of the sword immortal Chao Qingqiu who had left the world.

He looked at the talismans below the clouds, at the golden lights, and at the sword intent.

Then I calmly opened the Confucian heavenly book.

In just a moment, the sounds of great Tao sounded between heaven and earth, as if countless Confucian sages were praising the principles of those sages. Those voices came from the book, carrying a series of magnificent auras.
Chapter completed!