Chapter 727

"Cough... Cough..."

Pang Bo's loud questioning plunged everyone in the car into a brief strange atmosphere. A moment later, several light coughs came from the car.

There were even a few people whose faces were slightly red.

Laozi? Is he your father?

The people's eyes looked at the iron faced demon emperor, looked at the stunned Lao Tzu sitting on the ground, and glanced at the angry Pangbo. Each face showed a strange color.

At the same time, everyone shouted luck in his heart. Fortunately, the person who refuted was not himself, and he secretly reminded himself that he must not call Lao Tzu Lao Tzu in the future.

The sage of Taiqing and the vice president of the supreme court looked at each other, nodded deeply, and read a sentence from each other's eyes. Lao Tze is not me.

The demon emperor's eyes were very gloomy. He knocked off Pang Bo's hand on himself. He didn't exert himself. The regulations of Wanjie building can't wantonly kill creatures.

"I'll tell you again. He's my father, not my father."

The demon emperor's hands are white and his heart is full of killing opportunities. Once he finds a chance, he will kill the humble mole ant in front of him.

He can already imagine that after returning to Wanjie building, he will have another father in Wanjie building.

He glanced at the demon God Huangfeng show, and saw a trace of abuse in his eyes.

What happened in the car today will be heard from the Wanjie building by the demon God Huangfeng show.

He became Lao Tzu's "son" after the demon emperor.

Pompey, "·········".

Lao Tzu, "·······".

Zhou Yang et al, "·········".

"If he is your father, he is not your father."

Pang Bo stumbled and his weak body could not stand stably. He was pushed by the demon emperor and almost fell to the ground.

But Pang Bo didn't give in at all. He shouted angrily. His pale face was slightly red because of his anger, and his eyes seemed to burst out flames.

In his eyes, the demon emperor is scum. You think the old man in front of you is your father, but you don't admit it is your father. How can there be such an unfilial son in the world?

"It's not his fault."

I mumbled with black lines all over my head.

The title "Lao Tzu" was a respectful title for them, and he did not expect that the word Lao Tzu had evolved into today's meaning.

"Look how sensible your father is. As a son, you can't understand your father."

Pang Bo was even more angry when he heard Lao Tzu's explanation.

It turned out that he thought it might be what I did that made the demon emperor refuse to recognize his father. Now he sees that I am so sensible and knows that nine times out of ten it is the fault of the demon emperor.

What's more, the demon emperor is a little feminine. Most of the men with this face are people with ulterior motives.

"Stop arguing. There's nothing wrong with them. You'll know soon."

Zhou Yang shook his head. It's no wonder Pang Bo. The first thing I thought of was the relationship between father and son.

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

Zhou Yang glanced at the wanton demon emperor and finally stopped at Pang Bo.

Pang Bo was stunned. Seeing the people around him nodded, he scratched his head and smiled apologetically to the demon emperor.

"Your name is Li Er. It's the same as Lao Tzu's name in history. No wonder he calls you Lao Tzu."

Pang Bo's face showed a trace of relief, but the car was almost at the foot of Mount Tai, and he didn't intend to let others give up their seats to the white haired elders such as Lao Tzu and Confucius.

"Get off!"

After Zhou Yang stopped the intelligent system, he turned and said to the people in the car.

Everyone in the car stood up and walked under the car. They were very interested in the magnificent Mount Tai in front of them.

As soon as Zhou Yang and his party got off the car, they attracted the attention of many tourists, and even many people took pictures with mobile phones.

Because the team of Zhou Yang and his party is so unique that they look like filmmakers.

Fortunately, it is not a weekend or holiday, and there are not too many climbers.

Otherwise, Zhou Yang and his party must be surrounded by tourists.

"Leaves."

As soon as Pang Bo got out of the car, he saw a group of people not far away. One of them was his best friend Ye Fan.

Pang Bo thanked Zhou Yang again and ran to Ye Fan. He and ye fan had not seen each other for a long time.

"Pombo, don't you say you can't come?"

When ye fan saw the familiar figure, he was also slightly excited and ran to Pangbo quickly.

They hugged each other fiercely and attracted a lot of strange eyes.

"It was almost too late. I took a ride from them."

Pang Bo pointed to Zhou Yang and his party, saying with a trace of happiness in his tone.

The student gathering informed him that the demon God blood in his body was about to awaken. He was very unwell and planned not to come.

However, after he awakened his blood, something happened in the middle, which made him come to Mount Tai again.

Ye Fan's eyes followed Pangbo's expectations, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The costumes of Zhou Yang and his party are too strange. They have different styles and times, and even some people wear armor.

He has the same idea as others. It's a group of actors.

However, Ye Fan's eyes stayed for a long time on Lao Tzu, Confucius and the sage of Taiqing.

Ye Fan is full of curiosity about ancient culture. He has read ancient classics such as Huangdi Neijing, Huainanzi, Shanhai Jing, Daode Jing and so on.

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

The faces of Lao Tzu and others reminded him of two words, Hefa Tongyan and xianfengdaogu.

Perhaps it is not suitable to describe Laozi and others with crane hair and child's face. Although Laozi and others' faces look like the faces of old people, they find a trace of wrinkles.

This made Ye Fan feel very curious. If it weren't for the reunion, Ye Fan would have to communicate with Lao Tzu and others to improve his health.

"You can walk around Mount Tai at will, but you can't destroy anything. You must get to Yuhuangding before dusk."

Zhou Yang told the people around him.

The Jiulong coffin is located by the five-color altar on Mount Tai and some special array patterns. If the five-color altar and array patterns are damaged, it is likely to destroy the last landing position of the Jiulong coffin.

Some people nodded and climbed to Mount Tai in twos and threes. Some people chose to stay and plan to climb with Zhou Yang.

"This mountain is really tall. It's the highest mountain I've ever seen."

"Mount Tai is really strange. I really hope to see its original appearance."

"I really want to see other mountains and rivers. The Yellow River and the Yangtze River must be very strange."

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Zhou Yang and his party walked very slowly. They stopped and sighed all the way. When they reached the Jade Emperor's top, the sun had gradually tilted to the West.

Others have already arrived at Yuhuangding.

Zhou Yang asked them to come to Yuhuangding before dusk. No one dared to pinch the time.

When they got together, of course, they could not help talking about what they saw in Mount Tai. Ye Fan, who did not know when to climb the Yuhuangding, said hello to his classmates and walked towards Zhou Yang and his party.

"Hello, old man. My name is Ye Fan. I heard you talking about Mount Tai. Can you listen to me?"

Ye Fan walks to Lao Tzu who is under discussion. Lao Tzu's hair and face attract him the most, which reminds him of the appearance of Taoist experts recorded in many ancient books.

"In ancient times, people were 100 years old in spring and autumn, and their actions were not bad."

Looking at the faces of Lao Tzu and others, he thought of the introduction of Su Wen in the golden Internal Classic.

"Ye, his name is Li Er, and others call him Lao Tzu."

When Pang Bo saw Ye Fan walking towards Lao Tzu and his party, he also ran over. This time, he felt that many students had changed. Only Ye Fan could let him find the brotherhood of that year.

Others either compete for careers or show off their possessions.

This is not a student gathering at all, but a show off among students.

The rich are sought after and flattered by others. The poor are not only unwilling to help, but also full of cynicism.

In particular, several people targeted Ye Fan, which made him more angry.

This time, he didn't feel the friendship between his classmates, but only the naked interests.

"I'm sorry, Li Er."

Lao Tzu nodded to Ye Fan and walked all the way. He didn't see a cultivator, which means that there may be cultivators on the earth, but I'm afraid they have already declined.

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

"In the lower kongqiu."

Confucius also nodded slightly, with a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes. In this flashy City, it is very rare for people to love and learn ancient culture.

"Next week."

Zhuang Zhou looked like a middle-aged man, nodded to Ye Fan and Pangbo, especially stopped on Pangbo, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Laozi, isn't that your father?

The deafening rebuke echoed in his mind for a long time.

"I'm Bodhi Dharma."

Bodhidharma's face is extremely dark, his skin is dry and wrinkled, and he is wearing a white robe. It can be seen at a glance that he is not Chinese.

Ye Fan, "··········".

Pompey, "·········".

Before Mencius and the sweeping monk were introduced, he was interrupted by Ye Fan. Ye Fan said apologetically to Mencius and the sweeping monk, "my head is a little dizzy and my head is a little messy. Let me stroke it."

Compared with Pang Bo, Ye Fan, a lover of ancient culture, is particularly sensitive to these names. Aren't these names the original names of ancient sages?

One Lao Tzu, one Confucius, one Chuang Tzu, and one Dharma Master. The remaining two need not be guessed. I'm afraid they are also famous.

If we say one or two, it is still a coincidence that the four people in front of us coincide with the real names of ancient sages. It is also a coincidence. The coincidence is unimaginable.

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