History’s Strongest Shopkeeper

"Cough, cough, ·······"

Pangbo’s loud questioning caused the people in the car to fall into a short and strange atmosphere. After a while, a few stitches of light cough came from inside the car.

There were even a few people who looked a little reddish.

Laozi? Is he you?

The eyes of everyone, look at the face of the blue-eyed magical emperor, a look at the disk sitting on the ground, the look of the horrified Laozi, and then glanced at the angry Pangbo, one face is a strange color.

At the same time, everyone’s heart is also screaming for luck. Fortunately, the person who refutes is not himself. His heart also secretly reminds himself that he will never be called Laozi in the future.

The Taiqing sage and the vice president of Taishang looked at each other and they nodded deeply. They all read a word from the other's eyes. I was not me.

The devil's eyes were gloomy, and he broke the hand of Pangbo on his own. He did not use force. The regulations of Wanjielou could not kill the souls.

"I will tell you again, he is Lao Tzu, not me."

The sorcerer's hands are whitish, and his heart is murderous. Once he is allowed to find an opportunity, he must kill this humble ant.

He can already imagine that after returning to the Wanjie Building, he will be more embarrassed in the Wanjie Building.

He glanced at the demon **** Huang Fengxiu and saw a slap in his eyes.

What happened in the car today will definitely be heard by the demon **** Huang Fengxiu in Wanjielou.

After he was the devil, he became the son of Lao Tzu.

Pangbo, "········".

Laozi, "········".

Zhou Yang and others, "·······".

"He is your old man, it is not you."

Pangbo’s footsteps, the weak body was not stable, and was almost thrown to the ground by the demon emperor.

It was just that Pangbo did not make any concessions, and he yelled, his pale face, because of fury, reddish, his eyes seemed to spurt flames.

In his eyes, the demon emperor is the dregs. You all think that the old man in front of you is your oldest son, but you don’t admit that you are jealous. How can there be such a filial son in the world?

"This thing does not blame him."

Laozi was full of black lines and snorted.

The term ' Laozi' is a respect for people, and he did not think that the word Laozi has evolved into what it means today.

"Look at you, you know how to make a difference. If you are a son, you can't understand your father."

Pangbo was even more angry when he heard Laozi’s explanation.

It turned out that he thought that it might be what Laozi did, so that the demon emperor refused to recognize his father. Now I see that Laozi is so sensible, knowing that all of them are the fault of the devil.

What's more, the demon emperor looks a little feminine, this face of the man, mostly the speculative person.

"Don't be noisy, neither of them is wrong, you will know soon."

Zhou Yang shook his head, which is no wonder that Pang Bo, the name of Lao Tzu, the first time I thought of the relationship between father and son.

"You can call him Li Er or Li Wei."

Zhou Yang glanced at the murderous and disillusioned emperor, and finally stayed on Pangbo.

Pangbo gave a slight glimpse, and when he saw the people around him nodded, he could not help but scratch his head and smiled apologetically to the devil.

"Your name is Li Er, just like the name of Lao Tzu in history. No wonder he called you Lao Tzu."

Pangbo’s face showed a hint of relief, but the car was already approaching the foot of Mount Taishan. He did not intend to let other people give orders to the white-haired old man, Laozi and Confucius.

"get off!"

After Zhou Yang let the intelligent system stop the car, he turned and said to everyone in the car.

Everyone in the car stood up and walked under the car. They were very interested in the magnificent Taishan Mountain.

When Zhou Yang and his party just got off the car, they attracted the attention of many travellers. Even many people took their mobile phones and took pictures.

Because the team of Zhou Yang and his party is too unique, it is like a person who is filming.

Fortunately, it is not a weekend or a holiday, and there are not many people climbing.

Otherwise, Zhou Yang and his party must be blocked by the travellers.

"leaf."

When Pang Bo came down from the car, he saw a group of people not far away. One of them was his buddy Ye Fan.

Pangbo once again thanked Zhou Yangdao and hurried to Ye Fan. He and Ye Fan had not seen each other for a long time.

"Pang Bo, are you not saying that you can't come?"

When Ye Fan saw the familiar figure, he was slightly excited and ran to Pangbo.

The two men huddled together and attracted a lot of weird eyes.

"It’s too late to get there, or take their ride."

Pang Bo pointed to Zhou Yang and his party, and there was a trace of luck in the tone.

This class reunion notice, he just woke up in the body of the demon **** blood, the body is very uncomfortable, did not intend to come.

However, after he awakened the blood, something happened in the middle, and he was asked to come to Mount Tai again.

Ye Fan’s gaze went along with the expectations of Pangbo, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The dresses of Zhou Yang and his party are too weird, different styles, different times, and even people wearing armor.

He and other people have similar ideas. This is a group of actors.

However, Ye Fan’s gaze stayed for a long time in Laozi, Confucius, and Taiqing saints.

Ye Fan is full of curiosity about ancient culture, Huang Di Nei Jing, Huai Nan Zi, Shan Hai Jing, Tao Jing and other ancient books, he read carefully.

Therefore, the mythical world mentioned in these books is full of yearnings.

The face of Laozi and others reminded him of two words, Hefa Tongyan and Xianfeng.

Perhaps the use of crane hair is not suitable for describing Laozi and others. Although the face of Laozi and others is like the face of the elderly, it is a frown.

This made Ye Fan have a great curiosity in his heart. If it was not because of class reunion, Ye Fan couldn't help but communicate with Laozi and others to maintain his health.

"You can walk around Mount Tai at will, but you can't destroy anything. You must rush to the top of the Jade Emperor before dusk."

Zhou Yang yelled at the people around him.

The Lahu is a five-color altar on Mount Tai, and there are some special patterns to locate the coordinates. If the five-color altar and the formation are damaged, it is likely to destroy the final landing position of the Lahu.

Some people nodded, and climbed along the steps to Mount Taishan. Some people chose to stay and plan to climb with Zhou Yang.

"This mountain is really tall, this is the highest mountain I have ever seen."

"Taishan is really strange, I really hope to see the original appearance of Mount Tai."

"I really want to take a look at other mountains and rivers, and the Yellow River and the Yangtze River are definitely amazing."

·······

Zhou Yang and his party walked very slowly. They stopped and stopped along the way, and they lamented. When they reached the top of the Jade Emperor, the sun was gradually slanting.

Others have already arrived at the Jade Emperor.

Zhou Yang let them come to the Jade Emperor before dusk, and no one dared to take time.

Of course, everyone gathered together to talk about what Taishan saw. I don’t know when I climbed Yufan’s Ye Fan. I called a classmate and went to Zhou Yang and his party.

"Good old man, my name is Ye Fan. I heard you talk about Mount Tai, can you listen to the younger generation?"

Ye Fan walked to the Laozi who was discussing. The cranes and children of Laozi’s children were most attracted to him, and he was reminded of the appearance of many well-documented people recorded in ancient books.

"The ancients, the Spring and Autumn are all 100 years old, and the action is not bad."

Looking at the appearance of Laozi and others, let him think of the "Golden Neijing", which is the introduction of the article.

"Leaves, he is Li Er, others call him Lao Tzu."

When Pang Bo saw Ye Fan walked to Laozi and his party, he also ran over. This time, he felt that many of his classmates had changed. Only Ye Fan could let him find the brotherhood of the year.

Others are not competing for business, or showing off family property.

This is not a class reunion at all, but a showdown between classmates.

The family is rich, sought after, flattering, and the poor in the family, not only do not have the slightest help, but also ridicule.

In particular, there are several people who are against Ye Fan and even make him angry.

This class reunion did not make him feel the friendship between the classmates of the year, only the naked interests.

"Poor road Li Er."

Laozi nodded slightly toward Ye Fan, and he did not see a practitioner. He said that there may be practitioners on the earth, but I am afraid it has already fallen.

There are still people interested in ancient culture, which is extremely rare.

"In the lower hole."

Confucius on the side is also slightly nodding, and there is a hint of appreciation in the eyes. In this flashy city, there are people who can love to learn ancient culture, which is extremely rare.

"In the next week."

Zhuang Zhou’s appearance was a middle-aged man who nodded towards Ye Fan and Pang Bo, especially on Pangbo’s body, and his eyes flashed a strange color.

Lao Tzu, isn't that you?

The resounding resounding voice of the sentence, he was in his mind, echoing for a long time.

"Under Bodhi Dharma."

Dharma’s face is very dark~www.wuxiaspot.com~The skin is wrinkled and wearing a white robe. It can be seen at a glance that he is not Chinese.

Ye Fan, "········".

Pangbo, "········".

On the side of Mencius and the sweeping mantle, they were not introduced, and they were interrupted by Ye Fan. Ye Fan said apologetically to Mencius and sweeping the floor. "My head is a little dizzy, my head is a bit messy, let me bow."

Compared with Pangbo, Ye Fan is particularly sensitive to the names of ancient people. These names are not the real names of the ancient sages?

An old man, a Confucius, a Zhuangzi, and a Dharma ancestor, the remaining two do not have to guess, I am afraid it is also Hehewei.

If one or two, or coincidence, the four people in front of you, even coincide with the original name of the ancient sages, this is too coincidental, coincidence is incredible.

Are these people really ancient sages, but those people are thousands of years ago, how can they live to the present?