The indescribable Taoist Lord

Zhang San entered the room and carefully turned on the spiritual lamp that was burning with debris, and the light shone through the entire room.

Although there are mineral resources around Lantian, the mineral deposits are all in the hands of some clans, or under the direct jurisdiction of Xian Tang. These miscellaneous sources are all items that cannot be circulated and can only be kept in the homes of ordinary people for lighting.

Even so, in this remote mountain village, it is still somewhat precious.

"Ahem...San'er, you're back."

"mother!"

Zhang San had been chasing Zhang Qinghe in a hurry, but he encountered a mountain snow avalanche caused by the battle. The food he originally brought for Zhang Lian had already been scattered at the mouth of the valley. He looked at Zhang Qinghe for a moment and complained.

Zhang Qinghe looked at Zhang San's resentment, took out a small jade bottle from the mysterious bag, handed it to Zhang San, and slowly explained.

"One pill at a time, she should get used to it."

All the elixirs and resources he used for cultivation were completely destroyed because Emperor Dongtian summoned the Sun Patrolling Spirit Officer. However, those who had some signs of alienation suddenly came back to life. Even the Mysterious Soul made from materials produced in the secret realm. The sac was almost broken, and it finally manifested itself in the sky.

However, among the elixirs inherited from the Zhang family in Lantian, there are still some that are only rich in medicinal properties and have not begun to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Even the elixirs made from raw materials cannot even be called elixirs. They happen to replenish the vital energy and can Slow down Zhang Lian's loss.

If the grade were higher, her broken body would not be able to withstand the torture.

Zhang Lian watched Zhang San deliver the elixir, poured out one pill, looked at Zhang Qinghe with a complicated expression, and drank it with water.

The sallow complexion that was originally like a candle was slightly rosy, but it was still a drop in the bucket.

The pain subsided a little, and finally I saw Zhang San wearing a student's Tsing Yi under the dim light, with a look of horror on his face.

"This robe?! Are you really from Chang'an?"

"You are not the first person to ask this tonight." Zhang Qinghe was not polite and sat down directly.

"When you feel better, let him alter this robe. It could have been adjusted to a smaller size, but unfortunately it suffered some damage. This robe is too big for him and too eye-catching."

"You really want to save me...can you really save me?"

There was still some distrust in Zhang Lian's eyes. Even if Zhang Qinghe really came from Chang'an, she could still use a special method to determine that Zhang Qinghe must be a member of the Zhang family and, like her, a direct descendant of a certain lineage of the Zhang family.

"Mom, trust me, the officer, tonight..."

Zhang San was about to say it, but he remembered Zhang Qinghe's warning to him before and immediately stopped talking.

"Two Dharma statues appeared at Taniguchi today, and they both disappeared into nothingness. One of them even reached the point where it can be compared with the sky and the earth. The sound of fighting illuminated the area for ten miles like daylight. It was actually your handiwork."

Zhang Lian was not stupid, and it was natural for him to deduce the truth of the matter from his son's unfinished words.

She couldn't see through Zhang Qinghe's aura, but she could figure out a lot of things just by using that dharma image as a reference - for example, the person in front of her could not be said to be a Dongxu Daxiu who was in the third realm! Otherwise, how could he be able to defeat that magical, heavenly, and earthly image that seemed to have an immortal spirit in such a short period of time!

Thinking of this, she understood a little better, and the resistance and hostility in her eyes disappeared.

"You damn kid, you are being protected this time, why do you like to get in front of all the excitement!"

Zhang Lian turned to look at Zhang San, his eyes were red.

"Jiang Zuo will not appoint a Zhang family member with Xiongtai's strength. I misunderstood earlier. Please forgive me, Xiongtai."

Zhang Lian managed to get up from the bed and bowed slowly. Her originally better complexion faded due to the turmoil of energy and blood, and she coughed violently.

Normally speaking, Monk Dongxu would not be less than two hundred years old. However, Zhang Qinghe is not very old, so it is not wrong to call him brother.

Zhang Lian can distinguish right from wrong. Previously, she was only blinded by preconceptions. She never acted arrogantly, not to mention that in such a embarrassing situation, a suspected big repairer came to save her because of her own child.

"Muramasa's deadline is approaching. I originally thought it was time for Jiang Zuo to take over. I'm sorry for misunderstanding, brother."

Zhang Qinghe accepted the bow calmly, and no one wanted to be offended for no reason.

"It doesn't hurt to make it clear."

"I wonder who came from Taniguchi today. Could it be that Xiongtai was being chased and fled here? No...that's not right. Since there is no contact with Jiang Zuo, it proves that this is not the case."

Zhang Lian forced a smile, obviously speaking with some difficulty.

"They were some evil spirits who, under the guise of a stage crew, were engaged in cannibalism. They were stopped at the entrance of the village and killed." Zhang Qinghe said calmly.

Zhang San set up a firewood in the house, and the hot water boiled gurglingly.

"Wishful Class?"

After Zhang Lian heard this, he coughed violently again.

"The Ruyi class is actually an evil spirit, the Ruyi class is actually an evil spirit!"

The young woman's eyes were filled with fear. She gently called Zhang San over and held her in her arms. Her body was trembling a little, as if she had almost lost her only support.

She recalled Zhang Qinghe's rude behavior when he entered the room, ignoring her words and only listening to Zhang San singing the opera, and she felt a little enlightened.

It turns out that Da Xiu had discovered the clue a long time ago, and it turned out that there was something wrong with that scene. She had previously thought that Zhang Qinghe couldn't see Zhang San doing such a vulgar job and damaging the Zhang family's face, so she stopped him.

"Brother has been very kind to my family."

Zhang Lian was speechless and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"No need."

Even when Zhang Qinghe was in Chang'an School, he was not very good at dealing with this kind of situation.

He waved his hand and simply stated his intention simply and directly——

"I also have a plan for this child. I will treat your illness, and during this period Zhang San will practice calligraphy with me."

"It's so... But this child has been smart since he was a child. He has read poetry and books thoroughly under my guidance. But you want to teach him to practice? But my third son has no spiritual roots!"

Zhang Lian naturally knew that Zhang Qinghe's plan would not be so simple. She just frowned and said tentatively. When she talked about the spiritual roots, her eyes became clouded.

Even though Zhang Qinghe saved his child, any mother would be cautious when facing this kind of problem.

"Yes, yes, I have learned Yunzhuan a long time ago, and I have read all the miscellaneous books and stories written by Shen Xia and Xian Tang."

Zhang San chimed in playfully, singing a double act with his mother.

"You kid..." Zhang Lian feigned anger.

"Of course it's not the Yunzhuan of Xian Tang and Shen Xia, it's... this thing."

Zhang Qinghe came closer, smoothed Zhang San's messy hair, and gave him a hard slap on the forehead.

Inside the jade slip, Taiyin Xingjun was shaking his feet with laughter, looking at Zhang San’s cute face with tears in his eyes outside——

Well, I feel comfortable now.