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Chapter 791 The Legend of Qingge

Seeing the two old men with tears and snot all over their noses suddenly bowing down to him, Xu Tong was a little dazed.

Hearing people call him uncle again, hey, even Xu Tong's thick skin is a little bit unbearable.

The combined age of these two old men is almost catching up with the master.

Immediately dodged and waved his hands: "What are the two priests doing?"

Only Master Chimu raised his head and said: "Uncle Xu is a teacher of my uncle Qingge, so according to seniority, he is undoubtedly my two uncles."

"This……"

Xu Tong really didn't expect that he just wanted to clean the grave of Master Song Lao today.

But he didn't want to accidentally bring about the reunion of the master and his family, and another accident to become two Quanzhen seasoned uncles.

"I... I haven't passed the door yet... No, I haven't officially become a teacher yet."

"Uncle Master, you have a free and easy temperament, and don't stick to common etiquette and conventions. Since you are passing down the exercises, you are his disciple."

The red-eyed real person spoke very beautifully, with a free and easy temperament, not sticking to common etiquette and conventions. If Xu Tong hadn't seen a drunk lunatic, he would have almost believed it.

"Don't you doubt me?? After all, my age is not the same as your uncle's tolerance!"

However, the red-eyed real person narrowed his eyelids when he heard the words, cast a meaningful look at Xu Tong, and said with a smile: "Master, there is no need to explain, we understand!"

Xu Tong thought: "You know a hammer!"

However, Chimu Daoist pointed to the top of his head in an inscrutable manner: "The one chosen by the gods will naturally receive the divine edict, enter the nine heavens and ten places, and wake up in the past and future like a dream butterfly in Zhouzhuang or a wonderful man in Lanke."

The red-eyed real person said this very well, Xu Tong blinked, but he didn't understand what he meant.

However, the master also mentioned not long ago that the existence of players has long been recorded in the Three Religions.

Apparently, the words of Master Chimu seem to be referring to his own identity.

That being the case, Xu Tong stopped arguing with Chimu Zhenren on this issue, thinking that he had picked up the two nephews for nothing, even though he was a little old.

"Ugly speaking, I really didn't take your bracelets. Don't think that calling me Uncle Master will give you the bracelets."

Xu Tong always felt that these two old guys were playing tricks on themselves.

Join if you can't beat it, isn't this your own move? ? ?

"Uncle, the family doesn't speak two different languages. It doesn't matter if the bracelet is with you or not. After all, it is something from our Quanzhen lineage. You can play with it."

The red-eyed real person said this, what else could Xu Tong say.

I can only wait for the old man to finish speaking.

Sure enough, I only heard Chimu Zhenren say:
"Although Master Uncle has already taken over the plum blossom lineage, our Quanzhen Sect has always had the idea that all dharmas come from the same source, and the three religions have one ancestor, so we will not reject this. If you have time, wait until the twelfth lunar month this year. Twenty come to Chongyang Palace, to participate in the Patriarch’s Christmas, to recognize the ancestors and return to the clan.”

"This... I'll check the time."

I just recognized a Plum Blossom Taoist as the patriarch, and then a cheap teacher came, and I was going to pull myself to recognize the ancestor of the Chongyang Patriarch.

He didn't find his parents on this trip, so he just found an intergenerational relative for himself?

"Then it's settled. The Zawangjing on the bracelet is only half. After the uncle returns this time, we will make up the second half of the Zawangjing for you."

Well, how to put it, ginger is still old and spicy.

Is real Chimu really stupid? His heart is like a mirror. After saying this, Xu Tong really can't find a reason to refuse.

While the three of them were talking, it was already noon, so they decided to make an appointment to have a meal together.

You don’t have to go far, there are soup restaurants everywhere in Luodu, it’s very convenient to drink soup in the morning and make noodles at noon.

Not far down the road, there is a soup restaurant.

Xu Tong ordered three big bowls of braised noodles, cold dishes of vegetarian dishes, and three bottles of Haibi soda, and the three of them sat in a corner and ate.

Because the location is remote, the meals are often very affordable. A big bowl of noodles can fill an ordinary adult, but today, the boss has learned a lot.

Xutong alone ate five bowls of noodles, and the two gray-haired old men Chimu and Chixin ate eight bowls together.

There are more young people who can eat, and this is the first time the boss has seen such old people who can eat.

I thought to myself: "I'm afraid this is not for Pengci, right? If these two die here, I will not be able to do this business."

Fortunately, the boss's idea is superfluous.

Eight bowls of noodles for these two old men means that they are [-]% full.

It's still far from dying.

Seeing the two old men talking and laughing happily, the boss thought to himself: "It's really a loss not to do a food broadcast."

Ignoring what the boss thought, Xu Tong saw that the two called him his uncle, which happened to be right, so he didn't hesitate to look at the long sword on the back of the real person Chixin, and asked about the origin of the sword.

I don't know if I don't ask, but Xu Tong was really shocked when I asked.

It turned out that since the wife broke into the Chongyang Palace at night and left the Chongyang Palace in a riot, the head of the Chongyang Palace personally went to the Tomb of the Living Dead to invite them to leave.

And this sword was Qiu Zu's saber back then.

It is a magical weapon that Yuan Taizu spent a year forging from meteorites.

Since then, this sword has been the treasure of the Quanzhen Sect. When Qiu Zu was sitting, he injected three sword qi into it. When the Quanzhen sect is alive and dead, use this sword to suppress the sect movement.

This time, my wife really pissed off these old Taoist priests, so she directly took out the sword, intending to kill her with the sword.

No wonder Shi Niang ran so fast, if the sword energy from this sword were really cut out, Shi Niang would be seriously injured if she didn't die.

"Oh, by the way, wine... um... what happened to Master Qingge?"

Xu Tonghua changed her voice and asked about Qingge. After leaving the capital, she didn't know where this drunken lunatic went.

Hearing these words, the faces of Chimu and Chixin suddenly became much sadder.

"Master Uncle Qing Ge is a genius who has not been seen in a century, whether it is talent or heart, but he is destined to suffer constant setbacks. When the two of us were young, I once saw Master Uncle in the back mountain. At that time, Master Uncle's arms It has been broken, a generation of sword immortals, without arms, is equivalent to a useless person."

"Broken arms?"

Xu Tong's eyes widened, feeling incredible. He is now in the Dao Slashing Realm, a land god, but if he is talking about swordsmanship, he might not be able to compare with Qing Ge's finger.

What's more, in the Dharma-ending era, no one in the world can cut off his arms.

Faced with Xu Tong's doubts, Taoist Chixin said: "Since the sudden death of Xiang Gongbao, the world has been in chaos. Dongying monsters have taken advantage of the situation and preached among the people. On the surface, they are giving food to the people, but in fact they are killing people secretly. Use human life sacrifices to summon the evil spirits of Dongying.

Uncle Shi left with his sword on the same day when he learned about it, and returned ten days later with a broken arm, but he beheaded the evil god of Dongying and hung it on the hut.

Now that head is still being suppressed under the hut on the mountain behind the Chongyang Palace.

Later, when the Anti-Japanese War broke out, my uncle also went down the mountain. When he came back, he was wearing a military uniform, but his other arm was gone. I heard from the uncles in the door that it was my uncle who beheaded the head of the Ise Shrine. , but the other arm was also injured by the exploding shell. The limited medical level at that time had to be amputated to save his life. "

The two arms were gone like this, and this pure Yang swordsmanship was completely broken at this point.

Chimu Daoist recalled that when he was young, he once asked his uncle: "What should I do if I lose my arm, my uncle just laughed a few times and said, except that I can't hold the wine jar to drink, other things will not be delayed."

That is, three years after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, Shi Shugong died.

Although he didn't say anything before sitting down, Chimu always felt that the lost Chunyang swordsmanship was always a great regret in the heart of his uncle.

"It's a pity that our aptitude is not good enough, we can't practice Chunyang swordsmanship, and we also feel wronged for my uncle. I just hate that I was born at an untimely time. If it was a hundred years earlier, maybe with my uncle's talent, we might not be able to cultivate Jindan!"

Chixin Daoists are full of regrets, Master Uncle's cultivation level is actually not high, it's entirely due to the age, if it wasn't for the degenerate era, who could match him.

Xu Tong just lamented that fate is impermanent, and Qingge is not the only one who is pitted in the end of the Dharma era. Isn't his master a genius who is stuck in the realm of the master for a lifetime without making any further progress.

"It's getting late, and it's time for us to go back to the mountain. Uncle, don't forget the promise of the twelfth lunar month. We must be waiting outside the Chongyang Gate!"

Seeing that it was getting late, Chimu Daoist stood up, saluted Xu Tong, and said goodbye.

"It will definitely live up to the promise!"

Xu Tong cupped his hands, and this time the two Taoists did not hide anymore.

"Senior brother, why did you leave so early? I want to ask my junior uncle how far he has cultivated the Pure Yang Sword Code."

Walking out of the soup restaurant, Taoist Chixin couldn't help complaining to his brother.

But seeing the red-eyed real person stare: "If you don't leave, you won't be able to catch the train in the afternoon. If you stay another night, you will have to sleep in the bridge hole. I don't have enough money."

"Boss, another serving of braised noodles!"

After the two old Taoist priests had left, Xu Tong motioned for the boss to serve a serving of stewed noodles. Thinking of Qing Ge's ending, he couldn't help feeling a little indignant. I can't sleep well.

When the boss brought the steaming noodles to the table, he heard a shout from outside the door: "Old Qian, unload the car!"

"Ugh!"

The boss saw that it was the delivery man who came, and he responded immediately and walked out.

A sloppy middle-aged man unloaded the goods from the cart, and the boss took out the money to settle the bill after a brief count. At this time, the middle-aged man handed three yuan of the money to the boss, and unpacked a bottle of beer. He opened the bottle cap and drank a tonne.

"Don't drink and drive, and don't drink while driving. There are thousands of roads, and safety comes first."

Seeing this, the boss pouted and said to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was not ashamed, and got on the cart, shaking the empty wine bottle: "This little cat urine is not enough for me to stuff my teeth."

"You, the boss is not young anymore, stop drinking and drinking all the time, find a decent job, don't even marry a daughter-in-law in the future."

Hearing this, the man grinned instead, waved his hand at the boss, stepped on the pedals and walked into the alley, singing to himself while walking: "In the past life, I have cultivated merits and virtues, and now I am in a prosperous age." Enjoy the wine, lie drunk at the gate of the temple and see the immortal Buddha, I am not as good as laughing at the immortal Buddha, hahahaha..."

(End of this chapter)