The indescribable Taoist Lord

"By the way, Brother Zhang said that he also wants to ask Brother Li something."

After drinking half a cup of tea, Wang Zhixin's words were naturally the same, but as he spoke, he mentioned another thing.

"Oh, may I ask what it is?"

Li Ping'an seemed particularly respectful and grateful to Zhang Qinghe, who had changed his destiny and even learned about Zhen'an's inside story, and who had saved him and his father.

Of course, this is no longer just a joke like "betting yourself against him", but also has utilitarian reasons.

"Your Majesty must have collected many magic methods and elixir prescriptions for healing Taoist injuries in recent years. Brother Zhang would like to ask Brother Li if he can let Zhixin enter the treasury on his behalf."

Good guy, He Muyang's eyes widened - Zhang Qinghe just said this, this little saint is really familiar with him!

"Easy to say!"

Li Ping'an cupped his hands nonchalantly, smiling broadly.

No... the resources in the inner treasury of the palace, the resources of the middle and lower six realms in a single round, are probably as abundant as those of half a near-immortal family. Such an important place, the young prince can open it at his will!

He Muyang was surprised to hear many secrets before, but now his knowledge has been refreshed again.

"But... I always feel that Brother Zhang should be nearby. Brother Wang, you are not honest and hid Brother Zhang alone."

Li Ping'an showed a narrow expression and laughed and scolded Wang Zhixin. His expression was so lifelike that He Muyang even believed it.

"Stop lying to me. The soul has been taken away. Not to mention that Brother Zhang is really not here now. Even if Brother Zhang is here, you can't find him."

Wang Zhixin's expression remained normal.

Li Ping'an felt a little bored, but suddenly thought of something through Zhang Qinghe's request, his face changed drastically, and he started to protest——

"Brother Zhang, is he injured?"

Wang Zhixin was horrified by his reaction, and after half a breath he replied:

"No, I just have to treat someone's illness. If he is injured, I will be more anxious than you."

After saying that, he glanced at Li Ping'an lightly, showing a little helplessness in his words.

Li Pingan then gave up the temptation and made his way into the huge palace.

Zhang Qinghe is still more concerned about promising things to others, not to mention that the little child has a great cause and effect for him. He recalled that when he handed over the divine magic to Wang Zhixin, he remembered what was in the demon-suppressing king's treasury——

Li Tuizhi had been injured by God's will for ten years, and he must have searched out all the ways to cure injuries in the world. Although it only had a delaying effect on his soul that was on the verge of collapse, there must be a way to heal Zhang Sanniang's mother.

The demon-suppressing king's treasury is backed by a hundred thousand mountains with inexhaustible resources. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a source mountain.

"Brother Zhang searched almost all the precious medicines in Chang'an a while ago, and now he comes to the palace to find a cure for the disease. This... who is so important?"

Li Ping'an obviously had some thoughts and asked hesitantly.

"After I learned that he only accepted elixirs from the King of Medicines, I ordered the palace to secretly stock up on hundreds of them, all of which are the rarest. Could Brother Zhang use them for the soul?"

Wang Zhixin stopped walking.

"He has traveled far away, and I am afraid it will be difficult to get these things. Brother Li is interested.

From now on, Brother Zhang will contact you two through me every month. If you have any confusion or doubts, you can ask about your attachments. "

Li Ping'an listened a little eagerly. He originally thought that what Zhang Qinghe did was just to fight against the Nantian Emperor and the Sun Star Lord. But now it seems that his vision is very high, and he is eyeing things like Beiyin Mountain that involve Dao Fruit. It made him very worried.

Several people entered the treasury, and Wang Zhixin looked at all the methods of healing injuries one by one.

The palace's martial arts are arranged in rows. Just looking at the momentum, it looks like a small Wensi Pavilion.

He has been a genius since he was a child. Although there are quite complicated principles and principles in it, after a few glances, he has memorized everything in the jade slip.

"What, is there anything the teacher wants?"

Wang Zhi asked Zhang Qinghe in his heart.

Zhang Qinghe looked at the many partial and precious medical calligraphy schools, but he also selected a few volumes that were suitable for Zhang Sanniang's situation and were in line with the actual skills.

Referring to the situation in Zhangjiacun, he naturally chose this thing based on two conditions - first, it does not require any rare and precious elixir. After all, everything around him that has anything to do with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been destroyed outside the sky. Those immortals and gods urged them to "live".

Second, it is easy to understand, not so obscure and difficult to work. After all, Zhang Qinghe wasn't sure about Zhang's understanding, so he naturally didn't have the time to teach him.

He responded in the affirmative.

"Time is running out. Even if your soul is not overloaded, I can feel that I won't be able to stay long. Since you have informed and explained He Muyang and Li Ping'an, I will tell you something else."

Wang Zhixin felt that Zhang Qinghe's state seemed to have returned a little and asked quickly.

"Please say."

Only when he was arranging, was he especially like the young man in Chang'an School who stirred up the dark clouds and plotted all the Tao and Fruit. The rest of the time, he just looked like a piece of dead wood in a river that didn't know its origin or direction. , marching confusedly.

Right...you still have to keep yourself busy. If you have the pressure of life and death, who cares about such trivial matters as where to go?

"You said earlier that the Academy of Arts was transformed into the Imperial Academy, and the Holy Lord sent you to serve as a sacrificial wine?"

"yes."

After finishing his visit to the Demon King's Mansion, Wang Zhixin said goodbye to He Muyang and headed to Chang'an Academy... no, it should now be called the Imperial Academy.

The plaque of the Literary Academy has long been taken off and replaced with three large characters in gold paint. Zhang Qinghe observed all this through Wang Zhixin's eyes - the last time he came here, the early cherry blossoms in this academy were very good.

"Not only that, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Princess Yuan, and other members of the royal family will all enter the Imperial Academy to further their studies in the future, and there will no longer be special young masters and accompanying students."

"I picked some peaches after all."

Zhang Qinghe smiled. He naturally knew that everything Li Mo did was to pave the way according to his wishes. It was just incidental to let the Li family have some say.

"After Brother Wang has received the sacrificial wine, can you leave the teaching assistant's missionary matters to those three people for the time being, and also go south for me personally?"

"What does Brother Zhang mean?"

"Brother Wang must also be interested in the Cangjiang Aquatic Tribe, right? What's the secret? What's the plan?"

Zhang Qinghe thought of the Zhang family in Lantian who had wiped out all his family members because they protected him, and the originally dead flames began to glow again.

“The unity of knowledge and action is the first way to develop conscience.”

Wang Zhixin acquiesced to his curiosity - if there was a living water tribe in front of him, he would like to pry open all the secrets, and then take a closer look at how the water tribe's body is different from ordinary people.