Song of Adolescence

Pingqing Temple.

Xuan Tong turned his head slightly: "Fei Xuan won."

Emperor Tianzheng sat on the dragon chair and closed his eyes slightly: "Is that right?"

The door was gently pushed open at this time, Feixuan slowly stepped in, and Li Fansong held the hilt with one hand and waited outside the door.

"I've been thinking today, will you open this door at the end?" Tianzheng Emperor still closed his eyes and seemed very tired.

"Very disappointed?" Feixuan asked, seemingly not in awe of the other party's identity.

Emperor Tianzheng smiled and opened his eyes: "It's okay. The old national teacher left his last life before his death. I hope you can inherit his mantle and serve as the national teacher of this dynasty. Although you are still young, but a few The old celestial master of Weiqin Tianjian supports you. If you prove your strength in this Orthodox Convention, then the youngest national teacher since the founding of the country must be you."

"It's a pity, I am that person's friend." Feixuan said.

Emperor Tianzheng shook his head slightly: "I know, I'm not as good as him."

"Dare to ask your Majesty, what is the teacher of a country?" Fei Xuan asked suddenly.

Emperor Tianzheng hesitated: "Why do you ask?"

"Qin Tianjian is just an institution responsible for observing the astronomical phenomena and fortune-telling. The official position of the supervision is not high, and the national teacher is just a false name. But why do people value it so much? That is because the national teacher represents a country. His belief is supreme, and as a national teacher, my heart is only about this country. My master Qi Tianchen died to save the country, but your Majesty is suspicious of our Qintian Supervisor’s loyalty to Beili.” Feixuan is no longer that ignorant. The little boy in, uttered word by word, "Are you too underestimating our Qin Tianjian!"

Emperor Tianzheng pondered for half a salary, and finally slowly said: "In the future, Feixuan, are you still willing to believe in loneliness?"

"Although your majesty underestimated my Qintian Supervisor, he never intended to kill Feixuan. Your Majesty is just uneasy, and Feixuan understands." Feixuan turned around, "It's just a state teacher, and the master passed it on I can’t let it.”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up." Emperor Tianzheng tapped the dragon chair lightly.

"That's going to be over." Fei Xuan turned around and ran towards the door.

Emperor Tianzheng looked at his back, and said after a long time: "Xuantong, make a plan."

Quiet courtyard.

"Qingcheng Mountain Feixuan, you are here!" Seeing that the three sticks of incense were gone, the chief officer shouted.

"Qingcheng Mountain Feixuan, here you are!"

"Qingcheng Mountain Feixuan, here you are!"

After three questions, the chief officer turned around: "Qingcheng Mountain Feixuan failed to be there, this duel..."

"Yes!" Suddenly there was a loud shout.

The chief officer turned his head.

"Fei Xuan is here!" Sometimes there was an angry roar, as if a dragon roared in the midst of an angry roar!

"What a pure dragon power!" Tan Ze exclaimed.

"Qingcheng Mountain Feixuan, here!" Seeing the little boy swept down from the roof and hit the ground fiercely, causing the dust to fly, he raised his head and said, "It's been a long time."

Lei Wujie suddenly realized: "This is the real Feixuan."

Lan Yuehou said quietly: "It seems that it's not just that I didn't do errands well here."

Feixuan looked at Xuan Ze, "But a disciple of Longhushan."

Xuan Ze was taken aback for a moment and looked at Feixuan. The pupils that met were all golden yellow. Those pupils carried the supreme power. Xuan Ze had a timid heart. He stepped back three steps and whispered: " This is the power of the big dragon elephant..."

"The power of the big dragon elephant has reached the sixth level. At this time, if the Dao Fa skill is at a certain distance from him, it will naturally be afraid." Tan Ze said, "Fei Xuan's talent is really outstanding."

"You and that Yuyi Qingxiang are brothers?" Fei Xuan asked slowly.

Xuan Ze took another step back.

Feixuan smiled: "He has already escaped."

Xuan Ze swallowed, sweating like rain.

"How about you?" Feixuan waved his right hand gently.

"I give up." Xuan Ze raised his hand and walked off the stage in surprise.

"Why?" A disciple of Longhushan was puzzled.

"Go!" Xuan Ze let out a low voice and walked out of the courtyard.

"In this way, there is only one round left." Tan Ze reached out and touched his beard, "Qingcheng Mountain vs. Wudang Mountain, this is interesting. Over the past few hundred years, the two families have been fighting for the leader of Taoism. I haven't stopped. The great dragon's power, against Chunyang Wuji Gong, who can win?"

The chief officer cleared his throat: "The final round of the Orthodox Convention, Qingcheng Mountain Feixuan, against Wudang Mountain, Luofei!"

However, after Feixuan stood on the stage, he encountered exactly the same situation in the previous round, and Wudang flew off and disappeared.

"Want to wait for three sticks of incense again?" Lan Yuehou smiled and looked at the old master.

The celestial master did not speak, but Lei Wujie spoke first: "I think it is unnecessary."

Outside the quiet courtyard, a thin figure in a Taoist robe walked farther and farther, always dozing off his face, as if awake, Luo Fei stretched out: "It's really troublesome."

Thousands of miles away, on Wudang Mountain, a few young people were basking in the sun with the elder Taoist master of Xianfeng Taoism.

"You said, how are we at Apocalypse now?" The old Taoist's voice was slightly worried.

The young man with a ponytail squinted his eyes: "It must be famous."

"It's a pity that he ran so far and didn't let him fight with Qi Tianchen and Zhao Yuzhen's disciples." The old Dao sighed.

"Xiao Se, what should I do if I fail?" A young man in black did not lie down in the sun, but stood in the house, learning Tai Chi with a little Taoist priest beside him.

"If it fails, let Lei Wujie blow up the quiet courtyard!" Xiao Se scratched his head.

"This is a good way." Beside Xiao Se, Ye Ruoyi, who was also basking in the sun, smiled.

Sikong Qianluo shot Xiao Se's side with a single shot: "Xiao Se, after Lei Wujie comes back, can we return to Xueyue City?"

"What are you going to do in such a hurry?" Xiao Se was puzzled.

"Go and propose to my father!" Sikong Qianluo swept his spear, knocking Xiao Se off the chair.

Tang Lian laughed: "Little Junior Sister, this is anxious."

In the quiet courtyard, Wudang Luofei never appeared again, and this time the leader of the Taoist Convention was finally taken by Feixuan of Qingcheng Mountain. A child defeated the Orthodoxy Conference, but it has not happened in decades.

"This is also arranged by Xiao Se?" Lan Yuehou asked.

Lei Wujie sighed: "I knew this guy had arranged such a powerful Taoist priest to come, so I went to see General Ye halfway."

"Ye Xiaoying?"

"Yes, I'm anxious to propose marriage."

"Master Hou, the imperial decree in the palace has arrived." An inmate walked to the side of Lan Yuehou.

Lan Yuehou smiled and looked at Feixuan in the audience: "Xiao Feixuan, I am afraid that in the future it will be not just a little heavenly teacher, but a little country teacher. Let's take the order."