Chapter 194： 194 settled

Chapter 194 194 set

"Anyway, those are things that mothers need to consider. We just need to do our part well." Yan Shuang didn't care.

"Didn't your father give you other tasks before?" The man asked again.

"The man stayed in Tianbao Palace and can't come out. Just wait." Yan Shuang was very angry when he mentioned this matter.

She waited for half a month outside the ancestral courtyard of the Daoist Sect, preparing to let that guy experience the cruelty of reality, but in the end, the boy insisted on clinging on and did not come out even a single step.

In desperation, she had to go to other things first.

The current situation is actually that the emperor's teachers are weak, and Xizong took the opportunity to kill several masters of Dongzong.

Without Jijing, Lingluo is basically incomprehensible to the rest of the people.

Under the acquiescence of the imperial court, many forces chased and killed the major forces and masters of the Eastern Zong.

Divide up their wealth and resources.

Such a gluttonous feast is hardly seen in a hundred years. In the past, Dongzong's blood feud enemies showed up one after another, gathered together, and took the lead in attacking.

On the contrary, Xizong and other forces just follow behind and fight with the wind, and they can gain a lot.

The two changed the subject, and then chatted about other recent movements of various forces.

Suddenly, the man glanced and saw a flashing red shadow outside the window on the first floor.

"Here we come!" His eyes moved, showing a hint of a smile.

"There are really people who are not afraid of death, and dare to use cardinals to send messages."

"Pass one and kill the other. It must be that the Black Ten Sect is using it to fish." Yan Shuang laughed.

"After cleaning up the bugs, five days later, it will be the day of gathering in Yunwu Villa. Are you coming?" The man looked away.

"I don't know." Yan Shuang lazily leaned against the table, looking at the clear blue sky outside.

"Looking at you, are you bored?" the man asked again.

"Well, there are some. I run around every day, there are many small things, and few big things. I am pitiful for my natural beauty, but I work hard all the time."

Suddenly, she moved her right hand to avoid the man's hand.

"Brother Wu, what are you doing?"

"Anyway, you are boring. Aren't you pursuing bliss? How about we make a pair and see if we can get bliss?" The man laughed.

Yan's eyes rolled, showing a smile.

"Try it, of course. Brother Wu has such martial arts, even in Tiansuo Sect, he is at the top. Maybe it will last longer."

"That's good! I have a Zhuangzi nearby, and there are plenty of props in it, both of you, come with me." The man quickly got up, and the decadence just now was swept away.

Only he took a few steps.

Suddenly felt a little dizzy in the head.

He hurriedly supported the wooden table on one side.

"Brother Wu, what's the matter with you, Brother Wu?" Yan Shuang's worried voice came from beside his ears, but it seemed to be floating from far away. If so, if not at all.

Then he felt his medicine bag, purse, and all kinds of personal belongings being gently taken away by a small hand.

The man shook his head vigorously, his heart filled with shock and anger, but he couldn't move his body.

Not long after, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, completely lost consciousness, and fell on the table.

Yan Shuang reached out and pushed the man.

"Brother Wu, how did you get drunk after drinking so little?" She said in a worried tone, and casually put the things she just got into her pocket.

After finishing all this, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, she got up and left with a sigh.

Walking out of Yunmenglou, the sun is shining outside, and there are no clouds in the sky.

"It's a pity. Isn't it good to cooperate well? We have to change people again."

Yan Shuang laughed lightly, turned into an alley, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this moment in Yunmeng Tower, the man surnamed Wu lying on his stomach was slowly bleeding black blood from his mouth and nose.

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Tianbao Palace.

Zhang Rongfang stood up cross-legged, solemnly looking at the old man opposite.

"how?"

He had some expectations in his heart. If he could find out his cultivation level in the Nascent Soul Stage during this inspection, then even if he was thirty-five years old, he could still be counted as the upper class in Tianbao Palace.

Although it is not the treatment of top geniuses in the Nascent Soul stage under the age of 30, at least the treatment will be much better than before.

Just hearing his inquiry, the old Taoist opposite sat like a clock, motionless, his eyes narrowed slightly.

From this angle, it can be clearly seen that the crow's feet in the corners of his eyes trembled, and his fingers and index fingers kept tapping on his knees.

Obviously falling into deep thinking.

It took a while.

The old Taoist exhaled, moved his eyelids, and finally opened his eyes wide.

"you"

He paused.

"You should be under twenty this year?"

"I just entered the Nascent Soul Stage last month."

"Martial arts rank eight to rank nine."

“Overall, it’s fine in a small place, but here it is.”

The old Taoist looked flat, pointing out one by one.

"My Tianbao Palace is the ancestral home of the Daoist Sect. It gathers the elites of the world in one place, and a large number of geniuses emerge. Although your cultivation level is good, it is still far from the real top."

Zhang Rongfang nodded.

"Thank you mage. Although I am thirty-five. Huh?" He raised his head suddenly, his eyes shocked.

"Mage."

He swallowed his saliva, a little uncertain.

"How old are you, just now?"

"Below twenty, either eighteen or nineteen." The old man stroked his beard and estimated, "This age is not bad."

He squinted and poured himself another glass of wine, and drank it down.

"Plus your Nascent Soul stage cultivation base, um, literary talent is good. But be sure to guard against arrogance and impetuosity.

You know, in my Tianbao Palace, there are as many Nascent Souls as high-cultivated dogs, and they walk all over the place after refining their spirits and returning to the void.

It's just that many people are diligent in practicing, don't like to see people, and focus on submerged cultivation, which you generally don't see. "

He paused, and said lightly: "So don't think that you are so good, you really have to be great. Only when you really achieve the return to the void, that is the real high-level cultivation of my Daoism."

He showed a look of leisurely fascination.

But at this time, Zhang Rongfang didn't care about the following content at all.

He only felt a tremor like an electric current, which instantly spread throughout the skin of his body.

His scalp was numb, his hands were clenched unconsciously, and his legs began to tremble almost immediately.

finally

Finally someone noticed that he was nineteen years old!

Zhang Rongfang's heart was moved beyond words.

How long.

Since he left Qinghe Palace, no one recognized him as nineteen years old.

Do not!

At that time he was only eighteen!

As a result, Tan Yang was first recognized as twenty-five.

Then it became more than thirty.

When I arrived at Tianbao Palace, I became almost forty.

"Mage." Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath, his eyes sincere.

"Your way of pill medicine is unparalleled in the world!"

Even the goddess of the Golden Wing Tower couldn't tell his real age, but the old man in front of him could tell. Doesn't this mean that this person is awesome?

"It's okay." The old man smiled slightly, "When it comes to medical skills, it's actually far worse than my martial arts. But just play around. Ha ha ha ha."

"Mage is too modest!" Zhang Rongfang said from the bottom of his heart. "To be honest, many people didn't realize that I was nineteen years old. Although I, Zhang, look old, I really just look old."

"That's the reason." The old man nodded, "You boy, to be honest, it suits my taste."

He stroked his beard and thought about it.

"Seeing that you have traveled thousands of miles, you have come here from other places to seek the Tao. The aptitude is barely to the point where I accept apprentices from old Taoists."

"Master, please be respected by disciples!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Rongfang fell down and bowed.

Dong dong dong, he tapped his head three times on the floor.

"Well, not bad, not bad. You have savvy!" The corner of the old Taoist's mouth curled up, showing satisfaction.

He casually took out a purple jade tablet from his sleeve.

The jade tablet is engraved with a silver beast that looks like a dragon but not a dragon, with four wings.

"Since you are an apprentice, this is your apprentice gift. Take it, remember to carry it close to your body, and don't break it."

Zhang Rongfang took the jade medal.

"Thank you, master, for the treasure!" He said seriously.

"Okay, okay, go, practice hard, and I will adjust your status and residence for you in a few days." The old man waved his hand.

"Yes, that... Dare to ask the master's Dao name?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly remembered that he still didn't know what the Dao name of the person in front of him was.

"Poverty Taoist name, Chongxuan." The old Taoist smiled.

"Chongxuan." Zhang Rongfang inexplicably chewed on this dao name, as if there was some kind of true meaning hidden in it.

"Okay, okay, go down and rest, I will continue to check the rest of the people." The old man waved his hand, dismissively.

"It's the disciple who is leaving." Zhang Rongfang said sincerely.

If you can see his true literary skills just by meeting him, the person in front of you is definitely the top true cultivator of Daoism!

"Go, go." The old man nodded.

Zhang Rongfang stood up as ordered, saluted, exited the terrace, and went down the stairs.

Following the sound of footsteps.

The old Taoist watched Zhang Rongfang go downstairs, bowed again at the bottom, and then walked away.

The sun slanted until Zhang Rongfang's back was completely invisible.

The old man picked up the jug and poured himself a glass lightly.

Looking at the rippling wine in the glass.

He took a deep breath.

Then

Clap clap!

He patted his thigh vigorously, and covered his mouth with one hand to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

But the violent ups and downs of breath made him almost unable to suppress it.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"God help me! It's God help me, hahahaha!"

The old man laughed wildly. Bai Chuan's face was red with a smile.

He tossed and fell limply by the side of the futon, unable to straighten up from laughing.

"A group of idiots! Nineteen-year-old Nascent Soul! Still at the ninth rank of martial arts! My God!!"

"Old Daoist" suddenly, he became short of breath, breathless for a while, trembling all over.

With shaking hands, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, opened it and poured it into his mouth.

After taking a breath, Yue Dewen calmed down.

"No, no, no, too excited!" He didn't dare to laugh anymore. But what I can't help but say is that I want to turn up.

"This is." He poured out a glass of wine and took a deep breath.

"Tianxing my Daomen!"

Nineteen-year-old Yuanying, nineteen-year-old Jiupin.

He is also a genius who has fully cultivated Taoist Talismans.

Yue Dewen seemed to be in a dream at this moment.

He felt that he might be crazy for wanting a genius apprentice.

but.

Came back to his senses in a trance, the scene just now made him understand that everything was true.

"God Bless."

"God Bless."

Shua!

Amidst the wild laughter, he disappeared on the terrace in an instant.

Only an empty white jade wine glass and a completely empty blue and white porcelain gilt pine grain wine jug remained.

A drop of light red wine dripped slowly along the spout of the jug.

Snapped.

Drip on wool felt.

(end of this chapter)