Chunyang’s old face has not converged yet, and when he heard this question, he added another emotion and immediately became a little weird.

"Teach lair if it is their leader and the core secret place to talk …"
The old monk pointed to the mountain.
Fang Yunhan didn’t ask "what?"
Taoist Chunyang: "I mean that the lair of modern religion should be regarded as our Zhongnanshan is inside the hall of true religion."
"Fang La again?" Fang Yunhan came here for nothing.
"He came here ten days ago. He was not alone. He also sent a lot of gold and silver treasures and asked me to really overhaul the temple."
Taoist Chunyang said, "Secretly, he also entrusted me with several books on the roster of teaching incense masters and altar masters, and the current accounts of the roster of officials in collusion with teaching in local governments."
Fang Yunhan took a sip of "gaseous tea" and said slightly, "He also knows that this surrender sincerity is enough."
"surrender?"
Chunyang Laodao repeatedly shook his head and put his teacup on his beard and said, "He didn’t come to surrender. He came to learn from the teacher. All these things are a gift from the teacher."
The old Taoist priest said with some difficulty and some admiration, "At that time, you should not have come back from the Song and Liao battlefields."
"This famous half-armored Buddha is in the southeast, but it is in full view that he worships the mountain step by step from the front of the mountain and enters the Sanqing Hall, asking to worship in your door to study the classics of the three religions."
"So ashamed, so sincere, so don’t be aboveboard!"
Taoist Chunyang sighed, "I tried to kill him secretly several times, but I couldn’t really implement it."
Shanpanlong’s lessons are clear and the bells are soaring.
Fang Yunhan listened and hesitated for a moment before making a decision
"good!"
He laughed. "Well, if he wants to be a disciple, I’ll accept it. Does he dare to come to our Yunhan one step at a time and dare not accept him as a disciple?"
Chunyang Laodao woke up and said, "Although he has done all kinds of gestures, the old man still thinks he has a bad heart."
"Bad heart is of course, so it’s just right."
Fang Yunhan laughed. "But since he can spell out this opportunity, I will give him his identity and ask my good disciples to find a good grindstone."
"There are still two living dead people in Zhongnanshan, one is the grave keeper and the other is the keeper of all my martial arts."
The young Taoist priest looked around the mountains and pointed to the old man. The table top of the stone table at the bottom of the teacup collided and made a crisp noise.
"I’m looking forward to his future. I’m the last disciple who can make any trouble."
Taoist Chunyang laughed when he thought about it, saying, "That’s good. When you want to accept an apprentice, you should also accept an apprentice."
Fang Yunhan "Oh?"
"It’s called Lu Da, a Western Army Han," said Taoist Chunyang. "It’s a pity that you attracted me to the Xixia battlefield, but I was cut off by an old man."
Fang Yunhan, who heard this familiar name and origin, suggested to Taoist Chunyang with a subtle expression, "Since I’m here, I won’t rob you, a disciple. Do you have a different road number for me to get?"
"What’s the matter with you, of course?"
Chunyang Road pondered, "Speaking of which, I really don’t seem to have arranged any generational font size. In a few days, the old man will turn over a few poems and pinch a poem to rank the younger generation."
The old man looked forward to saying, "I don’t know which generation of younger brothers I will see in my lifetime."
"If you read my longevity record and live for three or five hundred years after practice, you can give them the number yourself even after ten generations."
Fang Yunhan got up and said, "Well, there’s not much time left. You can arrange an apprentice. I’ll go and see Guiying and them. After I leave, I’ll really teach them. It’s still up to you to take over the teaching position."
Say Fang Yunhan is away from the pavilion Chunyang Road, but he calls a.
"By the way, there’s one more thing that I’ve been wanting to ask for a long time."
"Say"
"I heard that at that time, hundreds of troops in the Song and Liao battlefields were not defeated but completely disappeared during the First World War …"
Chunyang Road explained that "the old man doesn’t mean to say that you are ruthless. Since ancient times, there have been many princes and princes who have come to Pojun for national subjugation, but after all, you are an individual martial arts to do such a thing."
The old man paused for a moment to sort out his thoughts and said slowly, "What will happen after martial arts are really practiced to that extent?"
Of course, his tone is not to ask the martial arts experience of that realm.
Fang Yunhan knew what Taoist Chunyang asked, and he thought about it himself when he just finished playing Xiao Taihou.
"Will lose a lot of fun and fear?"
Fang Yunhan calmly replied, "Many things that are regarded as dangerous are no longer dangerous to me, and naturally there is no adventure fun and excitement."
"Beautiful things may not be so beautiful. Most melodies can be heard in my ears at this time. I can feel countless defects in my mouth when I taste delicious food."
"The world is smooth and round, and my eyes are bumpy and rough."
"There are also porcelain with ice cracks that are fascinating because of its fragile aesthetic feeling, but for me, maybe it is just as fragile as pure iron and pure steel if I accidentally blow my breath. What is the beauty and ugliness of fragility?"
"Even if the power can be perfectly controlled, there will be such assumptions, such as how much it is to leak waves at will when you lose consciousness?"
"fear"
Taoist Chunyang listened to his face with some yearning, but he was also more and more melancholy and confused. "Is that so?"
"but!"
Fang Yunhan’s voice is clear and clear, compared with the ringing of the palace bell.
"I can see more and deeper, which means that I can’t notice more interesting things before I see them. For example, only now can I enjoy the temperature, which is comparable to that of soldering iron and tea."
"In danger, how can I lack excitement when I still have a strong enemy?"
These words should wake up the old Taoist priest, Taoist Chunyang. It’s just a bit of a myth, and he doesn’t really want to entangle this problem, otherwise he won’t be happy to see those magical treasures eager to go further.