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Han Yuexin smiled sweetly, walked quickly to Wang Qingshan, and said enthusiastically, "Fellow Daoist Wang, my aunt and the others are in the teahouse in front of them. They have invited a number of fellow Daoists and are exchanging Daoist methods! Do you want to join us?"

Wang Qingshan originally wanted to exchange Taoism with fellow monks, so naturally he would not reject Han Yuexin's proposal.

"Wang Daoyou, when did you leave? Last time I went to Taoshan, your clan brother said that you were in retreat, why did you come out so quickly? You often retreat and practice, no wonder you advanced to the seventh floor of Foundation Establishment, I still The foundation is built on the sixth floor, but I am confident that I can definitely catch up with you."

The two walked to the restaurant together, Han Yuexin kept talking and was very lively.

Wang Qingshan frowned slightly, Han Yuexin just talked too much, he didn't like it very much, every time he stayed with Han Yuexin, he felt a group of flies around him.

Because of this, he avoided Han Yuexin.

Han Yuexin kept chatting and talking to Wang Qingshan about her experience in the past few years. She said a dozen sentences, and Wang Qingshan replied.

Not long after, they walked into the tea house and came to the fifth floor.

More than 20 immortal cultivators were sitting at the tea table in twos and threes, discussing Taoism.

Wang Qingshan's eyes swept towards the other monks, and there was a strange color in his eyes.

Following his gaze, a thin young man in red was sitting in the corner.

The young man in red was carrying a long red sword, his expression was icy cold, and he looked like no strangers should approach him. His body exuded a faint evil spirit, and he built the eighth floor of the foundation.

Wang Qingshan carefully discovered that there were several swallow patterns on the sleeves of the young man in red.

The young man in red noticed Wang Qingshan's gaze and looked towards Wang Qingshan, but quickly averted his gaze.

Wang Qingshan and Han Yuexin found an empty table and sat down.

"In two more days, the conference will be officially held. I don't know who the talisman will be."

"I think most of it falls on the disciples of Chongyang Academy. They took out a talisman as a reward. The first name must be the disciple of Chongyang Academy, otherwise Chongyang Academy's face is not good-looking."

"That's not necessarily the case. The disciples of Taiyi Xianmen and Wanhua Palace also participated in the Dao Discussion Conference, and it is possible that their disciples won the first place."

"There are no absolutes in the world. My clan brother has cultivated to the ninth level of foundation building. He has rich experience in fighting skills, and also has the magic weapon of his life. My clan brother has a high chance of winning the first place."

At first, they were discussing Taoism, but gradually, the topic shifted to the competition in the Taoist conference.

"Others say that the Donghuang cultivator is a frog at the bottom of the well. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that this is true. Sitting in the well and looking at the sky, I don't know how high the sky is, and the Donghuang is just like that."

A disdainful male voice came from the corner.

Wang Qingshan looked at the source of the sound, and saw the young man in red stood up and walked downstairs.

Listening to his words, the young man in red is not a cultivator in the East Desert.

"Hmph, it's not certain who sits in the well and watches the sky!"

"That's right, it was a mule or a horse who came out for a walk. On the day of the Taoist conference, I hope to see you on the field."

When the young man in red heard this, he laughed instead of anger, turned his head, looked at the monk upstairs, and said with a sneer, "Okay! I hope you will be on the field when the time comes, and I will kill you when the time comes."

After saying this, he strode downstairs.

"Knife repair! This is rare."

Wang Qingshan muttered to himself as he watched the back of the young man in red leaving.

The sword is king, and the sword is domineering. Speaking of which, Wang Qingshan has not yet played against Dao Xiu!

"I think the first name is Daoyou Wang, and Daoyou Wang is Jianxiu. He defeated me with one move."

Han Yuexin said proudly, as if she was the one who won.

Han Yuxin frowned slightly. She glanced at Han Yuexin and said secretly, "It's really not a good girl to stay. This girl has her arm turned out before she gets married."

One after another, cultivators of foundation building came up to discuss Taoism.

Wang Qingshan found that most of these people were talking about soldiers on paper, and they didn't have much fighting experience. It was no wonder that the young people in red looked down on the Donghuang cultivator.

After the exchange of Taoism, they started to hold an exchange meeting to exchange things for things.

Wang Qingshan took out some monster beast materials in exchange for materials for refining flying swords.

After half an hour, the monks left one after another.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, there is a weapon shop in front of it. The flying swords there are quite good. Let me accompany you to take a look!"

Han Yuexin pointed at the store in front and said enthusiastically.

Han Yuxin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she said that girls should be reserved, her niece is too active!

"No need, Fairy Han, thank you for your kindness. Wang has something to do, so I'll say goodbye."

Wang Qingshan politely refused and turned to leave.

"What's the matter? Does he hate me? Didn't he say that women chase men's veils!"

Han Yuexin showed a bitter face and said with a frown.

"You girl, you are very courageous, and you are still chasing after men. If your father knew about it, he would definitely make you angry."

Han Yuxin tapped Han Yuexin's forehead with her finger, and reprimanded her unceremoniously.

"Aunt, didn't you say that? Happiness is in my own hands. I don't want to be like the fourth sister."

Han Yuxin sighed and said, "Can't you see it? He doesn't like you at all, so emotional matters cannot be forced."

Han Yuexin frowned, her jet-black eyeballs twitching, she didn't know what she was thinking.

After leaving the teahouse, Wang Qingshan walked along the street and unknowingly came to a bluestone square.

There are ten arenas on the square, and each arena is covered by an egg-shaped cyan light curtain. Immortal cultivators fight on the arena.

These people fight until the point is reached, and rarely will their lives be in danger.

Wang Qingshan shook his head. If the Daoist Conference's fighting style was similar to those of these people, he felt that he would have no problem taking the first place.

Of course, he knew very well that a real expert would not easily show his supernatural powers in front of others.

"But I found you, Seventh Uncle. The big thing is bad. Tian Tian got into a dispute with people and almost got into a fight."

A member of the Wang family ran to Wang Qingshan and said anxiously.

"Ten Tian? How could he be arguing with people? He's not such a person!"

Wang Qingshan frowned and said, Wang Tianwen likes poetry dictionaries and is more honest. It stands to reason that he shouldn't argue with people.

"It seems to be competing for a poem, UU reading www.uukanshu.com According to Tiantian, that book is the work of a Confucian and Taoist master."

"Take me there quickly, this child is really worrying."

Not long after, Wang Qingshan came to a bookstore.

A Confucian scholar in green shirt with a clean face and a face full of anger was arguing with a middle-aged man about something. The shopkeeper was holding a blue book in his hand and looked embarrassed.

"Ten Tian, ​​what's going on?" Wang Qingshan asked with a frown as he looked at the scholar in green shirt.

"Qi Bogong, you're here just in time. I read this book first, and it belongs to me."

Wang Tianwen pointed to the blue book on the shopkeeper's hand and explained.

"Hmph, you haven't paid yet, I have already paid for the spirit stone."

Wang Qingshan looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "Just this one? Can't make a copy?"

"Qi Bo, this is the only copy. The classics can be copied, but there are Confucian and Taoist people's understanding of Taoism in the classics. There is no copy of the classics, and the original must be obtained."

The writing of Confucian and Taoist people is naturally different from ordinary writing. There are many ways to write a word. Different ways of writing have different Taoisms.

After hearing this, Wang Qingshan frowned slightly, and said to the middle-aged man, "This little friend, we are willing to pay three times the price of this book, how about it?"

"The book of saints, how can it be measured by spirit stones, not for sale."

The middle-aged man shook his head, not giving Wang Qingshan any face.

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