Big dreamer

Shen Luo looked at the speaker coldly, but said nothing more.

The qualifications of the three of them are not much better than Shen Luo. Normally, others are polite to them just relying on their relationship with Ding Hua. But now seeing Shen Luo's expression, they feel very troubled. I don't know. What's better.

"What are you doing here?" At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Shen Luo turned around and looked around, and saw a young man wearing a green robe, with a thin body and a sallow face, walking slowly towards this side with one hand behind his back and a cold expression.

"Senior Brother Ding..."

When everyone saw this, their faces became slightly solemn, and they all saluted him, even Ding Yuan. It turned out that this person was none other than Ding Hua.

Although he and Ding Yuan are brothers, they look very different and have very different qualifications. If someone who doesn't know meets them, they will definitely not be connected.

When he asked, Shen Luo roughly told what happened without any dissatisfaction in his words.

"Bet..." Ding Hua trailed off extremely long and frowned slightly.

Ding Yuan on the side suddenly had cold sweat dripping down his cheeks, with a nervous look on his face, for fear of being blamed.

Although he is the elder brother, in front of his younger brother, let alone putting on the airs of an elder brother, he would not even dare to call himself "brother". He has really been untouchable since he was a child.

"Bai Xiaotian is also bored. I bet you on this." Ding Hua finally snorted and said coldly.

Shen Luo's eyes flashed slightly.

Senior Brother Ding, who was personally taught by the Temple Master, didn't care about the dispute between him and Ding Yuan at all. The only thing he cared about was Bai Xiaotian, who was also an inner disciple.

As for them, including Ding Yuan, they couldn't get into his eyes at all.

Thinking of this, Shen Luo said goodbye and turned around to leave.

Before he could walk far, he vaguely heard Ding Hua's cold voice: "You have so much ambition to compete with a waste, and I have lost all my face by you..."

The word "waste" hit his ears, and Shenluo's eyes gradually became colder, but his footsteps did not stop at all.

The fact that a registered disciple of his can also practice the Small Huayang Gong was quite unpopular to begin with.

In addition, he was a "rich man" among his disciples, and he was the only "big fat sheep" who relied on yellow and white things to get in, so it was understandable that he was slandered behind his back.

But how do they know that what they spend is money, but what they cultivate is not merit, but life.

When it comes to money, he is very open-minded and would always let these senior brothers take advantage of him from time to time, so generally speaking, his relationship with almost all his disciples is not bad.

However, apart from Bai Xiaotian, the only person who can be truly considered a friend is Tian Tiesheng, who is also a disciple of Master Luo.

When she thought that she might not live long, Shen Luo's mood became extremely bad. Deep in her heart, she felt faintly cold, and she couldn't help but walk three points faster.

Going down from the Jade Emperor Palace, I met many senior brothers along the way. When Shen Luo met, he took the initiative to say hello one by one, and occasionally joked with people he knew.

In about half a quarter of an hour, he arrived at Qingshiping near Lingguan Hall, where the quiet room where he lived was located.

However, Shen Luo did not return to the quiet room immediately. He raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He turned out of the bluestone flat and walked towards the horizontal mountain path on the other side.

The road to this side is narrower than other places on the mountain. There are few people walking on weekdays, so there are few people cleaning it. There are quite a lot of dead leaves accumulated on the road, some of which are rotten and soft. They feel soft when you step on them. Occasionally, You can see some single-room houses on both sides, either made of stone or wood, and most of them are very dilapidated.

Shen Luo seemed to be quite familiar with this place. After walking for a long time, he finally saw an old house half a man tall and surrounded by wild grass sitting on the side of the road.

This old house has obviously been abandoned for a long time and has not been repaired for many years. The red paint on the wall has dried badly and has peeled off a lot, making it look a bit mottled. The white paper on the doors and windows has also been mostly damaged, even on the window edges. All have traces of insect infestation.

Shen Luo looked at the room for a few times, nodded, parted the weeds, walked to the corridor, opened the leaky wooden door, and with a "squeaking" sound, a damp and moldy smell hit his face.

He turned sideways, covered his nose with one hand, and swept the air with the other.

After getting used to it, he turned his eyes and scanned the room.

The room was not large, and it was filled with various broken and broken tables and chairs, as well as some old brooms and buckets, etc., all piled up in the corners.

"Because of this moldiness, I'm afraid even... I can't even look at it." Shen Luo muttered in a low voice.

Although there was a hint of disgust in his words, there was no hesitation in the movements of his hands.

Shen Luo stepped forward and took down the old chairs and stools piled on the table one by one, and then piled them on the other side of the room after a while.

After about a quarter of an hour, most of the discarded tables and chairs were finally cleared to the other side.

At this time, Shen Luo's chest was rising and falling, and he let out a long breath when he saw that all the tables and desks that had been suppressed were exposed again.

After getting started with the Little Huayang Gong, he could feel that his physique was much stronger than at the beginning, but even after such a tossing, he still sweated a lot on his back.

After Shen Luo rested for a while, he walked forward, opened the drawers of the desks, and rummaged through them one by one.

"No..." The first drawer was empty.

"Nothing..." The second one was equally empty.

"No……"

…

After turning over seven or eight desk cases, Shen Luo was a little depressed and thought that his work was in vain, when he finally made a discovery.

"Yes!"

The ninth desk was broken with only two legs left. When the drawer was opened, a shabby book with a blue cover was finally revealed inside.

He worked hard to clean up these old tables and chairs, naturally not just to clean the house, but also to look for these books that had been left behind by the previous owner.

Apart from basic Taoist classics such as the Tao Te Ching, the collection of books in Spring and Autumn Temple is not very large, and most of them are private collections of elders in the sect, making it difficult to borrow.

Shen Luo has been fond of reading various miscellaneous books and journals since he was a child. Later, in order to find a way to save himself, he read a lot of miscellaneous books. There were several wonderful medicines in the pharmacy at home. After reading a lot of books, he summarized the pros and cons of each prescription, and then he took it on his own. Prepared.

In those few years, he developed the habit of reading books at night. Spring and Autumn Temple had been closed for a long time, and he couldn't let his family send books to him, so he had to look for some books everywhere in the temple.

Because he had accidentally found some magazines and other books on travel notes from other abandoned houses before, which were quite useful to him, so he came here to try his luck again this time. Unexpectedly, he actually found another book for him. .

"Chronicle of Zhang Tianshi's Subjugation of Demons..." Shen Luo held up the somewhat damp ancient book, carefully looked at the vertical characters on the cover, and read it smoothly.