The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Brother Zhang."

When Wang Zhixin came to find him, Zhang Qinghe was sitting in the small courtyard sorting out what he had learned. The Star Array had been completed, and the problem of the Dao Protector had been solved, but what was more important now was to improve his cultivation.

Although the Confucian Society is developing intensively, and the other two people have also sent feedback, but in order for Taisu's vast Dharma to appear, I don't know how far the principles and principles of Dao Tianyin can be spread.

Therefore, Zhang Qinghe's Dharma image has been wandering between reality and reality.

On the contrary, the Dharma of Zhongtian Wude Xingkui can be condensed in a single thought according to the strength of his soul and powerful talent to pull the power of the stars.

However, Wude Xingkui's Dharma form cannot be seen by others. It is very strange to break into the Dharma form but not use it, which will increase his risk of exposure.

He looked inwards at his Taoist base. The figure of the young Taoist Master above him was only between reality and reality, but there was a slight lack of meaning, as if he was just one step away from being conceived.

But the perfection of the Dharma within the Dharma...

Zhang Qinghe looked at the phantoms of the ten thousand immortals holding the wat board and bowing in surrender under Taisu Taoist Master, as well as the original appearance of the heavens. He rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. How much effort must be spent to fully understand such a majestic Dharma? Revealed in the sky?

"What is Brother Zhang thinking about?"

Seeing that Zhang Qinghe did not respond to him, Wang Zhixin turned around and asked again.

"Brother Wang...why do you appear behind me silently every time? It's very dangerous..."

Zhang Qinghe was almost about to pull out the Iron Sword just now for a period of survival and enlightenment...

Although he knew that Wang Zhixin was behind him, he always felt a little uncomfortable, especially in a place like Chang'an School Taihaotian.

Although Guo Sicheng and Taiyin are by their side, they are others after all, and the only one they can rely on most is themselves.

Wang Zhixin held the scroll that recorded his words and deeds and the jade pen in his hand. He still had that dull look, which was very deceptive.

Zhang Qinghe has not been idle these days. After reviewing the affairs of Chang'an School and being a member of Wanyingshu divers several times, he knows that this kid has as many tricks as him. Have you seen the kid's eyes? It was shining with excitement, as if he had caught something great. He must have been inspired by his method last time, and he was holding back the bad water!

Alas, this little saint seems to be a prude, but in fact he is too bad.

"Did Xu Nieyu take the bait?"

"Yes... something suddenly happened on Mr. Xu's side." Wang Zhixin responded.

"Oh...it's still slight?"

"Yes, it's still slight."

"Then it proves that we haven't really started yet. I guess I'm telling him the truth about Beiyin Mountain. Just wait here. The mental drain caused by the five students is not bad. If Mr. Xu is beaten to this level, If you plant something evil, you won’t be able to deal with it on your own.”

Zhang Qinghe stretched his body, stopped paying attention to his own practice for the time being, and glanced at Guo Sicheng in the yard.

"Lao Guo, bring over the jar of peach blossom drunkenness that Mr. gave me!"

"Okay!" The honest man responded cheerfully in the kitchen.

"Then cut up half a kilogram of beef brought back from Zhen'an. I can't bear to eat any of the pure-blood monster corpses."

After Zhang Qinghe gave his instructions, he immediately put up a restraint to cover up the investigation. After Guo Sicheng arranged the belongings, Jinghou was in the side room, very sensible.

"This is..." Wang Zhixin was puzzled by Zhang Qinghe's comfort.

“In my hometown, when the drama starts, people always have some snacks, just like the people listening to books in the teahouse always buy a few fennel beans.

My husband’s wine is so good. It’s because of this bottle of wine that I cut this plate of beef. "

Zhang Qinghe smiled pointedly, pointed at the delicacies on the table, and called Wang Zhixin——

"Stop standing still, sit down!"

"Oh..." Wang Zhixin sat down respectfully, without any formality. He still did not put down the scroll and jade pen in his hands.

"Stop holding it, we don't need that thing today. Let me ask you, you must have beaten those five students in recent days. What happened?"

"Brother Zhang trusts the attachment so much? The saints can't find out why, but they can find the attachment?"

Wang Zhixin said doubtfully.

"That's not the case. You are different from them. Tell me what you think."

Zhang Qinghe didn't want to beat around the bush, so he picked it up casually with his chopsticks, dipped the thinly sliced ​​soul meat into the salty-sweet marinade, and put it into his mouth. He ate it without hesitation. He didn't offer Wang Zhixin any wine, just casually. Passed a chopstick.

This was an extremely natural relationship between Li Shaobai and him before, and now this loose character has also infected Zhang Qinghe.

"The souls of several brothers have been tampered with. I checked carefully and found out that the mysterious, strange and rapidly contagious aura is like a living thing, which corresponds to the soul monster mentioned earlier...

But they are still weak, and I tried my best to prevent them from growing up, and they were deprived of supply, and then they withered..."

Wang Zhixin did not say how he did it. He believed that Zhang Qinghe must know.

"That kind of thing starts to grow as soon as it enters the soul...just like...just like..."

"A seed." Zhang Qinghe added.

"Yes!" Wang Zhixin's dull eyes brightened, but then he became a little confused——

"Since it is so easy to plant this kind of seed, and it is related to the leakage of news about that mountain, why doesn't the black hand allow the news about Beiyin Mountain to leak out, or... sow it in a big way?"

"I was thinking about this question before, but Brother Wang thinks, what is the purpose of practice?"

"Practice...for the attachment, is the pursuit of knowledge."

"But some people are different. The purpose of some people's practice is to be superior to others. For him, if there is no one under him, and everything he looks at is just high-level ghosts, then he will stay in the empty shell of Chang'an School. What else does it mean?

Moreover, in such a large Immortal Tang Dynasty, Chang'an School only has half of the say. If there are clues, it will be very troublesome. "

"Brother Zhang is indeed referring to..." Wang Zhixin's expression became solemn. He was a direct descendant of the Holy Master, so he naturally understood the meaning of Zhang Qinghe's words.

"Hey... don't think about it further. He is not something we have to consider. We only need to consider Xu Nieyu's level. You can just assume that I guessed it, or you just guessed it yourself. You He is the only son of the Wang family, he dare not touch him."

Wang Zhixin nodded cautiously. He never knew what fear was, so he just thought it was Zhang Qinghe who mentioned another secret.

But at the moment when the two of them seemed to be idle, the spiritual connection from afar suddenly tightened, and then a huge pressure came on. It was not at the same level as before. Wang Zhixin's face turned purple, and it seemed as if countless monsters were chanting in his ears. Jing whispered, what he said were all noble truths, but the inner meaning was completely distorted, trying to reversely catalyze his soul...

"Brother Zhang, he moved!"

Wang Zhixin turned to Zhang Qinghe for help, but when he saw the young man in green throwing the sandalwood chopsticks at him, he smiled faintly, as if he had sensed something.

He stood up and pointed at Beiyin Mountain with his bare hand, but within a moment, he moved his hand towards Jisheng Peak.

"Obsessed mind, do you know what it means? It's easy to break the thief in the mountain... Is it difficult to break the thief in the heart?"

As soon as he said these words, the spiritual light link between Wang Zhixin and Taisu suddenly brightened up. In a situation where no one could see it, it seemed to illuminate the whole world!

Wang Zhi's mind and body were in this bright hall, and what he understood, thought, and felt was intertwined into dense Tao and principles, as if an airtight net was woven on the lake of his heart. Zhang Qinghe's single sentence made him think of Too much.

His pressure relaxed instantly, and his first reaction was to pick up the pen and paper scattered on the ground——

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