Wild boar

Chapter 852 Germination
Who is this man?
Born well and handsome.

The cultivation level is so high...

He and himself are generally in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

He looked at himself and smiled, looking quite enthusiastic.

True Lord Puyang couldn't bear the man's gaze and unconsciously turned his gaze elsewhere.

"Ahem... I, Shen Yishu, don't you know the name of You Gao?" True Lord Puyang, dressed in a four-color robe, said loudly with his fists clasped.

Zhu Zishan smiled slightly and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha...it turns out that the real name of Puyang Zhenjun, the world-famous master of Huomian Palace, is Shen Yishu."

"Fellow Taoist, it's funny. It's just a name randomly chosen by a bunch of juniors. It's really not worth mentioning." Shen Yishu said with a smile on her lips.

"Hahahaha... Miss Shen, your name is as loud as thunder, and the title of True Lord Puyang is well deserved. There is no need for you to be modest. As for my name..."

Zhu Zishan paused slightly before saying this, and then said loudly: "My surname is Zhu and my name is Kefu."

"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Zhu. Since Fellow Daoist has such a high level of cultivation, he must not be an unknown person, but my daughter has never heard of Fellow Daoist Zhu. Could it be that Fellow Daoist is not a monk from my Dongsheng Human Race Realm?"

This True Lord of Puyang is indeed a Nascent Soul Stage monk who has been practicing in seclusion all year round.

You must know that Zhukov's name is not obvious among the monks in the Nascent Soul stage, but he is still quite famous among the monks in the Golden Core stage.

More than a hundred years ago, Zhu Zishan participated in the Tianjian Mountain Sword Discussion Conference. The god-transforming monk Li Jianzhenjun exposed Zhu Zishan's identity in front of many Jindan monks. At that time, Zhu Zishan called himself Zhukov.

"Haha... Miss Shen, in fact Zhu was indeed born in the realm of the Dongsheng human race. It's just that Zhu had to travel around, but he didn't like fighting..."

"Hundreds of years ago... I traveled overseas and was lucky enough to obtain this level of cultivation..."

"In the past year, Zhu returned to Dongsheng. He went back to Yongzhou specifically to take a look. Things had changed and people had changed. He no longer had any intention of staying. He only wanted to go overseas again, but he didn't expect to meet him on the way. Miss Shen." Zhu Zishan explained with a smile.

"Oh I got it."

Shen Yishu nodded, and then asked with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Zhu... are you a loose cultivator from Penghai?"

"Zhu has no family or sect. He is indeed a loose cultivator in Penghai." Zhu Zishan replied.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu... To be honest, although our Huoluan Palace has top-notch martial arts cultivation methods such as "Sun True Fire Jue", there are not many people who are willing to follow the path of martial arts cultivation. Most of the disciples are swordsmen. build……"

"More than a hundred years ago, there was a martial arts cultivator in our sect, but unfortunately he died in a fight with others..."

"Over the years, I have only been able to practice my fire magic powers on my own without anyone to communicate with. I have been working behind closed doors for a long time, and my cultivation has long since stagnated..."

"Fellow Daoist Zhu, you and I have also understood the Heavenly Fire Avenue. I wonder if we are willing to communicate more." Shen Yishu said enthusiastically.

"Haha... So I don't dare to ask for my wish." Zhu Zishan said with a smile.

……

in the air.

Two rays of light passed by.

Zhu Zishan and True Lord Puyang were only tens of meters apart, and the two of them were flying quickly towards the boundary of the Dongsheng Human Race while driving the escape light.

"Miss Shen... do you know that the sea of ​​suffering recorded in the Buddhist scriptures actually exists? The residents in the sea of ​​suffering even feed on cow urine and bathe in cow dung..." On the way to escape, Zhu Zishan talked about him as a The experience of a famous casual cultivator.

Puyang Zhenjun Shen Yishu also listened very interestingly.

Casual cultivators are not bound by sects and can come and go freely. They can travel freely to famous mountains and rivers and experience different customs and customs.

The story of suffering told by this casual cultivator Zhukov made Shen Yishu extremely interesting.

"There is no distinction between humans and animals in the Sea of ​​Bitterness. Humans and demons live together in the same city. Humans and beasts live in harmony."

"Living with animals? How do you clean up the defecation of animals?" Shen Yishu asked with a strange look on his face.

"No need to clean up."

"Why?"

"As I just told you, they bathe in cow dung. Monster dung is considered extremely clean and sacred to them. If it is left on the street, it will be fragrant. If you eat it, it will be like taking a panacea."

"Hehehe... This is truly a sea of ​​suffering." Shen Yishu actually covered her mouth and laughed.

"The sea of ​​suffering is indeed like this..."

Zhu Zishan and Shen Yishu, two eighth-level beings, chatted and walked and soon arrived in Yongzhou and landed in a mortal city.

In an unknown restaurant.

Two monks who were in the middle stage of their career unexpectedly ate ordinary people's side dishes and drank ordinary people's small wine.After Zhu Zishan finished talking about his experiences in the Sea of ​​Bitterness, Puyang True Lord Shen Yishu also talked about his own experiences, such as the underground abyss, the desert of the Red Sea, the islands of the East China Sea...

at dusk.

Zhu Zishan and Shen Yishu walked side by side on the street.

They were initially separated by a thousand meters, then a hundred meters, and then tens of meters apart. After having a meal in the human town, they began to walk side by side, with almost no precautions between them.

Bang!
A surprise firework in the sky.

"Then you seem to have a poetry meeting, let's go and see it together." After Zhu Zishan finished speaking, he took Shen Yishu's hand.

The True Lord of Puyang, Shen Yishu, looked at her hand held by Zhu Zishan and did not resist. Instead, she followed Zhu Zishan to the Poetry Club with her feet unruly.

With a blushing face, Shen Yishu was held by Zhu Zishan's hand and broke into the crowded poetry gathering.

"Don't block the road!" Suddenly a man came pushing a wooden cart.

"Be careful." Zhu Zishan held Shen Yishu with one hand, hugged her waist with the other, and gently pulled her into his arms to avoid the wooden cart.

"This car can't hurt me if it hits me." Shen Yishu said with a blushing face.

"I'm afraid you'll hurt him." Zhu Zishan explained.

At this time, Zhu Zishan still held Shen Yishu's hand and did not let go at all.

suddenly.

Just listen to an artist standing on the high platform and chanting loudly and passionately: "Ask what love is in the world, and it will tell you whether life and death are together..."

"Travelers from all over the world, Lao Yi has been through the cold and heat several times..."

"Thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and evening snow, who does the shadow go to?"

clap clap clap...

A group of literati in the audience applauded.

"This is Zhukov's poem!"

"This is the best poem written by the great poet and writer Mr. Zhukov."

"Bah! The best thing Mr. Zhukov wrote is about drinking wine."

"That song was better written in my past life."

"Mr. Zhukov's poems illuminate the ancient and modern world!"

"Mr. Zhukov is truly a God-given man."

"If God had not given birth to Zhukov, the literary world would have been like a long night!"

Listening to the cheers around her, Shen Yishu glanced at the handsome man holding her hand and asked, "Is that you?"

Zhu Zishan smiled and said nothing, which was equivalent to acquiescence.

"You are really amazing." Shen Yishu praised from the bottom of her heart.

"Miss Shen... let's go over there and have a look." Zhu Zishan took Shen Yishu to another crowded place where they were watching a theater show.

In human towns, people either read poems or look at lanterns.

This is extremely boring for ordinary monks, but it is somewhat novel for True Lord Puyang who has been in seclusion for hundreds of years to study Taoism.

That night.

They wrote poetry together, painted together, and tasted wine together, but they did not fall asleep together.

When you reach the realm of True Lord Puyang, there is no such thing as sleeping.

When True Lord Puyang was done playing, he decisively proposed to leave.

After all, it's okay to adjust things in the mortal world occasionally, but it's really not okay to be contaminated for a long time.This has gone against the original intention of the cultivators.

After all, what practitioners always pursue is longevity and freedom, and being away from the mundane world.

True Lord Puyang insisted on leaving, and Zhu Zishan could not stop him. He could only follow her flying in the night sky. After all, he was too anxious to eat hot tofu...

(End of this chapter)