Entering Taoism from the womb

Time flies, another year has passed, Zhao Pingan is four years old, and his height is equivalent to that of a ten-year-old boy.

Zhao Pingan, who looks like a ten-year-old boy, is no longer delicate and delicate, but his features have grown, his figure is slender, he wears gorgeous clothes, and his hair is tied up, he has become a handsome young man, making countless girls blush and fall in love with him.

At the age of four, Zhao Pingan can finally learn martial arts again.

Jiang Wen personally taught Zhao Pingan a set of Jiang family ancestral swordsmanship - "Spirit Star Swordsmanship".

"Spirit Star Swordsmanship" is light and fierce, which complements the Jiang family's spiritual body bloodline, and is powerful. It is a set of medium-grade martial arts.

In front of Zhao Ping'an, Jiang Wen first practiced the "Spirit Star Sword Technique" in its entirety, then put away his sword and walked back to Zhao Ping'an and said, "The "Spirit Star Sword Technique" requires true energy to be used. You haven't started practicing the technique yet, so you don't have true energy, so you should remember the moves of the "Spirit Star Sword Technique" first."

Here, he paused and asked deliberately, "Have you memorized all the moves?"

After three and a half years, he was not sure whether Zhao Ping'an still had the same photographic memory as when he was half a year old, and completely understood the true meaning of martial arts in just one night.

"I remember everything, thank you grandpa." Zhao Ping'an said.

Jiang Wen couldn't help but smile and said, "Practice it once for grandpa to see."

Zhao Ping'an walked away a few steps, drew out the real long sword, and then practiced the "Spirit Star Sword Technique" seriously.

Of course, he didn't use true energy.

Even so, Jiang Wen couldn't help but nod and stroke his beard.

Because he saw that although Zhao Ping'an's practice of "Spirit Star Sword Technique" did not have the true essence, he had already mastered the true taste of swordsmanship.

Zhao Ping'an only watched it once, and it was his first time practicing it!

After Zhao Ping'an finished practicing, Jiang Wen couldn't help laughing and said: "Good, good, you have learned well, and you have already mastered the true taste of "Spirit Star Sword Technique". As long as you cultivate the true essence, you can exert the true power of "Spirit Star Sword Technique"!"

"Grandpa taught you well." Zhao Ping'an put away his sword and walked back to Jiang Wen and smiled.

Jiang Wen laughed happily again, and he couldn't help saying: "Grandpa will teach you another set of Jiang family's ancestral body skills-"Dividing Flowers and Brushing Willows"!"

After saying that, he practiced in front of Zhao Ping'an, his body shape was like willow catkins in the wind, erratic, and impossible to grasp.

"All attacks are to cause wind and move with the wind. No matter how fast and strange the enemy's attack is, it can't touch the corner of our clothes..."

Zhao Ping'an watched carefully. Compared with "Spirit Star Sword Technique", he was more interested in "Dividing Flowers and Brushing Willows".

Because "Spirit Star Sword Technique" is an attacking technique, "Dividing Flowers and Brushing Willows" is a way to save lives, and staying alive is more important than killing enemies.

After Jiang Wen finished practicing "Dividing Flowers and Brushing Willows", Zhao Ping'an closed his eyes slightly and opened the panel in his mind to check.

[Skills: "Dividing Flowers and Brushing Willows" [Middle Grade] (0/300), "Spirit Star Sword Technique" [Middle Grade] (300/300), "Arhat Subduing Demon Fist" [Middle Grade]...]

He casually filled up the proficiency of "Dividing Flowers and Brushing Willows".

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In the middle of the night, everything was silent.

Zhao Ping'an got up, put on his clothes, opened the door and walked into the courtyard.

Now he has slept in a separate bed from Jiang Shuyue. Although he is only four years old, he is as tall as a ten-year-old boy and is precocious.

Jiang Shuyue was reluctant, but Zhao Ping'an insisted, so she had to agree.

After having an independent bedroom, Zhao Ping'an can finally meditate at night to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth for cultivation.

Now, the speed at which he absorbs the heaven and earth's essence has surpassed that of an adult Yuanhai Realm cultivator, and the speed of absorption is still rising.

The innate whole body meridian is extraordinary and full of advantages.

After absorbing the heaven and earth's essence and taking elixirs every day, his innate Yuanhai finally has one thousandth of true essence.

Although the proportion is small, the amount of true essence is more than that of ordinary Yuanhai cultivators.

In the center of the courtyard, Zhao Ping'an closed his eyes slightly, opened the panel in his mind, and then increased the proficiency of "Lingxing Sword Technique" to 100 times.

For a time, a lot of very profound insights about "Lingxing Sword Technique" flooded into his mind, and he innovated and comprehended a set of sword techniques at a higher level.

"Let's call you "Xunxing Sword Technique." Zhao Ping'an named this new set of top-grade sword techniques.

The next moment, he opened his eyes, his eyes were like sword light, and he drew out his sword with a "clang" and practiced "Xunxing Sword Technique".

The sword energy of "Xunxing Sword Technique" was like the wind, and the sword tip's attack was like a flying star. It was powerful and a level stronger than the "Lingxing Sword Technique" practiced by Jiang Wen.

After practicing "Xunxing Sword Technique", Zhao Ping'an closed his eyes again, opened the panel, and added a hundred times the proficiency points to "Fenhua Fuliu".

Not long after, he comprehended a stronger set of body skills.

The body skills of "Fenhua Fuliu" were originally a set of passive evasive body skills. The new body skills that Zhao Ping'an comprehended were even better. He could use the wind to make his body skills and attacks sharper, faster and more unpredictable, and he could take the initiative to attack.

"The name "Fenhua Fuliu" is quite good, so let's keep the original name." Zhao Ping'an said to himself.

At this moment, a loud whistle suddenly came from afar, like a dragon roaring in the sky.

Zhao Ping'an was so shocked that he immediately opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

I saw a huge and vigorous true energy rising from the ground in the central area of ​​the city, breaking through the clouds, and the clouds in the sky were powerfully swept away, like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss, with a huge momentum and shocking.

"So powerful, is this the legendary dragon transformation?" Zhao Ping'an couldn't help but exclaimed.

The loud roar continued, waking up countless people in Baidi City from their deep sleep. They all put on their clothes and went out of the house, looking up at, envying and worshipping the huge true energy that broke through the sky.

"Ping An." A gentle and pleasant voice came from behind.

Zhao Ping An turned his head and called Jiang Shuyue who was walking over: "Mother."

Jiang Shuyue walked to Zhao Ping An, looked up at the huge true energy that rushed to the sky, and her eyes showed speculation: "The true energy came from the Zhennan Marquis Mansion. Could it be that he has entered the Dragon Transformation Realm?"

In the Zhennan Marquis Mansion, everyone got up. They walked out of the bedroom, looked up at the true energy that rushed to the sky and rushed to Dapeng Courtyard.

In Dapeng Courtyard, Su Yingluo, dressed in white clothes and a white cloth on her head, stood in the courtyard looking up at her husband's dragon-like true energy, with a faint joy on her face.

She was holding her three-year-old son, Zhao Zhenming, who had just been pulled out of the quilt.

Zhao Zhenming was sleepy, but it did not affect his delicate and noble appearance.

Behind Su Yingluo were the maids, servants and slaves of Dapeng Courtyard, including Qiushui. Their faces were full of ecstasy, and they even knelt on the ground with tears in their eyes.

The master's entry into the Dragon Transformation Realm meant that their future identities and fates would be different, and they would rise to heaven with their master.

The huge true energy that soared into the sky finally gradually faded away, the door of the training room opened, and Zhao Yingpeng walked out from inside.

"Congratulations to my husband for turning into a dragon. From now on, you will soar up to 30,000 miles, and seek immortals and ask Buddhas as if it were nothing." Su Yingluo hugged Zhao Zhenming and bowed to Zhao Yingpeng to congratulate him.

Qiushui and other maids and servants knelt on the ground together and shouted in unison: "Congratulations, Your Highness, congratulations, Your Highness."

"Hahaha..." Zhao Yingpeng laughed up to the sky, full of vigor and vitality.

He strode to Su Yingluo, held his son Zhao Zhenming in his arms, and smiled at Su Yingluo: "You have contributed to this."

He liked Zhao Zhenming very much, because Zhao Zhenming turned three years old some time ago, and was measured to have a top ninth-grade root bone, and possessed two top bloodlines - Shenhe body and Chilong body. The two bloodlines complement each other, and the potential is even higher.

"I dare not." Su Yingluo said.

At this time, other people from the Zhennan Marquis's mansion entered the Dapeng Courtyard, led by the Zhennan Marquis's old couple.

Seeing the old couple of the Zhennan Marquis, Zhao Yingpeng held Zhao Zhenming and brought Su Yingluo to greet them: "Greetings, father, and mother."

"Yingpeng, you really didn't disappoint me." Zhennan Marquis said happily, "The Zhennan Marquis's mansion has a successor."

Zhennan Marquis continued: "As soon as it gets light tomorrow, I will write a petition to Emperor Gan to make you the Zhennan Marquis's heir!"

It turns out that the Zhennan Marquis's heir position has always been to the virtuous rather than the eldest, usually the one who reaches the Dragon Transformation Realm first is made the heir and becomes the next generation of Zhennan Marquis.

Zhao Yingpeng was the first of the Zhennan Marquis's heirs to enter the Dragon Transformation Realm, and Zhao Yingpeng had no other problems, so Zhennan Marquis readily made him the heir.

The title of Zhennan Marquis is hereditary, and asking Emperor Gan to make the heir is just a superficial procedure. Emperor Gan has no right to interfere, so it is a foregone conclusion that Zhao Yingpeng will become the heir of the Zhennan Marquis's mansion.

"Thank you, father!" Zhao Yingpeng bowed excitedly.

The next day, the news that Zhao Yingpeng was promoted to the Dragon Transformation Realm and would be appointed as the Prince of Zhennan Marquisate spread throughout Baidi City at an alarming speed and spread to all directions.

Zhennan Marquisate is extremely important in Southern Xinjiang, and the selection of the Prince will have a profound impact on all aspects of Southern Xinjiang.

The news also spread to Jiang Mansion, and Zhao Ping'an and Jiang Shuyue knew about it.

However, neither of them had any joy, but Jiang Shuyue's inner worries increased a little.

This worry became more and more intense as time went by, and even caused Jiang Shuyue to have nightmares.

More than ten days later, Jiang Shuyue finally couldn't help but talk to his father Jiang Wen in secret.

"Dad, I want to take Ping'an away from Baidi City and away from Southern Xinjiang." Jiang Shuyue said very seriously.

Jiang Wen was surprised and asked quickly, "Why? Who in the mansion treated you and your son badly? Tell me, I..."

When Jiang Shuyue married into the Zhennan Marquis Mansion, the dowry she gave did empty the Jiang family, but later the soap secret recipe that Zhao Ping'an gave to the Jiang Mansion made the Jiang family earn a lot of money in the past three years. Given time, the Jiang family will not only recover its vitality, but also move to a higher level.

"No one treats Ping'an and me badly." Jiang Shuyue shook her head and said, "I am worried about the Zhennan Marquis Mansion."

Jiang Wen frowned and said, "Ping'an is a mortal body. That woman surnamed Su doesn't have to attack Ping'an again, right? Ping'an has secretly gone out of the mansion to play many times, and nothing has happened."

"I'm not worried about her, I'm worried about Zhao Yingpeng." Jiang Shuyue said worriedly, "He is now going to be established as the prince of the Zhennan Marquis Mansion. I'm worried that he will be bad for Ping'an."

"This..." Jiang Wen couldn't help but ponder.

He understood that the more powerful a person is, the more he cares about his face. Before, Zhao Yingpeng was just one of the sons of Zhennan Marquis, but now he will be the heir of Zhennan Marquis, the next generation of Zhennan Marquis, so his face is even more important.

He sighed for a long time, feeling helpless and aggrieved. His daughter had done nothing wrong, but why did fate not let her go.

"Okay." Jiang Wen said weakly, his whole spirit was depressed, "Pack up these two days, and then quietly leave Baidi City with Ping An."

Jiang Shuyue suddenly cried sadly: "My daughter is unfilial, and I can no longer serve you in the future."

If possible, she would never want to be away from her father, brothers and family.

"Silly girl, why are you saying this? The world is so big, even if you can never return to Baidi City in the future, can't I go to see you?" Jiang Wen comforted Jiang Shuyue, his eyes moist.

In the early morning of the third day, a carriage without the Jiang family emblem quietly drove out of the Jiang Mansion and headed towards the North City Gate.

Sitting in the carriage were Jiang Shuyue and Zhao Pingan.

Zhao Ping'an was a little reluctant in his heart, thinking that the wild world was so dangerous and he hadn't grown up yet, so running around was not a wise move.

Moreover, he believed that tiger poison does not eat its seeds, so Zhao Yingpeng would not kill him after he became the heir apparent of the Zhennan Hou Mansion.

The carriage left Baidi City smoothly and then headed north.

In order to get away from Baidi City as soon as possible, Jiang Shuyue did not stop to rest easily until the afternoon sun was too strong and the horses could not bear it, so they had to stop and rest at a tea stall on the side of the official road.

Zhao Ping'an and Jiang Shuyue got off the carriage and went to the tea stall to sit down to drink water and breathe some air.

"Amitabha, I am polite."

The sound of a Buddha-proclaiming trumpet came, and Zhao Pingan turned around and saw an old monk as fat as Maitreya next to him, holding an alms bowl and asking for alms.

Zhao Ping'an casually put a piece of broken silver into the fat old monk's alms bowl.

"Thank you so much, little benefactor." The fat old monk bowed his head in thanks.

Zhao Pingan waved his hand, turned back and continued drinking his tea.

However, after taking two sips of tea, he found that the fat old monk had not walked away. He couldn't help but turn around and look at the fat old monk again.

The fat old monk opened his mouth and said: "I have empty thoughts on Pudu Mountain. I believe that the young benefactor is entangled in evil fate and has deep roots of wisdom. He is destined to be my Buddha. Please follow me to Mount Pudu to practice."

"Old monk, you are repaying kindness with hatred." Zhao Ping'an couldn't help laughing and scolding, "I am so good, why should I become a monk?"

"Amitabha, it's your fault." The old monk Kong Nian said: "Your seal is darkened, and a disaster is coming. It's just that you don't know it. As long as you follow Lao Monk up to Pudu Mountain to practice, there will be countless Buddha's light shining, and all disasters will be over. eliminate."

Jiang Shuyue suddenly stood up, pulled up Zhao Ping'an, and said to the sky very vigilantly: "Old monk, it is impossible for my son to become a monk!"

After saying that, she pulled Zhao Pingan and walked quickly towards the carriage to stay away from Kong Nian.

She is very sensitive to Pudu Mountain.

Unexpectedly, after taking only two steps, Kong Nian's figure, like a ghost, suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Shuyue and Zhao Ping'an, blocking the way with his fat body.

"Female donor, you can leave, but the little donor wants to stay." Kong Nian said unyieldingly, revealing a domineering tone, "He is destined to be my Buddha, so he must go to Pudu Mountain!"