The indescribable Taoist Lord

In the cold night, the fire in the house was not extinguished, but gradually became dim. The Lunar Jade Rabbit stopped in the sky, but it did not look so bright anymore.

Zhang Qinghe's figure gradually lay down in the window screen, but there was a young master dressed in splendid white clothes, walking in the snow all the way, leaving no traces or breath, nor any fluctuation of spiritual energy, strolling leisurely in the courtyard Usually we arrive at the mouth of the valley in Zhangjiacun.

Although the sky and the earth were dark, the scenery and he were all pure. The moonlight poured over him, but he remained unmoved. He held an extremely ordinary ruler in his hand and stood with his back, as if waiting for something. .

The cold wind howled, and the sound of hunting clothes was especially noticeable at the mouth of the valley.

"Huchi..."

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of a child's breathing came from behind him - the breathing was rapid and obvious, making people couldn't help but sigh at the fatigue of the visitor.

"Sir...you are really here."

"It's not that stupid." Zhang Qinghe weighed the ruler and rubbed it carefully.

Although this ruler is just a mortal object, it is not light in weight. It is made of special wood. Even if it is not a spiritual object, the strength of the single wheel is only inferior to that of ordinary gold and iron.

"The teacher knocked on me three times for the third night. He also told me not to be late for the next class, so San'er guessed that the teacher was probably going to give San'er some trouble."

Zhang San smiled rather shyly - as if in front of Zhang Qinghe, he could unscrupulously show the "truth" that he usually restrained and suppressed.

"Oh...it turns out you know, I thought you didn't know! You are so good at guessing. Guess how I feel when you are three moments late?"

The ruler and palms in Zhang Qinghe's hands were tapping gently, rhythmically, and his eyes were cold and expressionless.

Zhang San swallowed a mouthful of saliva and took a few steps back.

"San'er is a mortal after all, not as good as a god. He has to cover his tracks along the way. San'er expected that he would not let the new guests in the village discover his whereabouts, so it would take a lot of effort to clean up the footprints on the road."

Zhang San forced a smile and said slowly.

"This step is decent. You can think of covering up your whereabouts, which is good, but you have overlooked one thing."

Zhang Qinghe naturally knew the reason for Zhang San's delay, but in his opinion, Zhang San only saw one, not the other.

"Zhang Wangxing and the Zhao family member are both top figures in Zhongtian. You sneaked out of the village and were about to be discovered before you even started to cover up.

The person you want to hide is a monk. This will definitely happen in the future. If you think about the problem from a secular perspective, you will only die extremely quickly. "

Zhang Qinghe paused.

"Since you haven't been discovered, it means that you covered me up beforehand - do you think that you have done a useless job?"

Zhang San had a bitter look on his face, his eyes rolled around again, and he had a flash of inspiration.

"Is it Senior Yujian?"

"It's not a bad idea, but unfortunately, in my case, the rules are the rules."

Zhang Qinghe lifted up the skirt of Zhang San's clothes and then raised the ruler. Suddenly, a child's low whimpering and the clear sound of the ruler hitting the flesh could be heard in the snow.

"Today was just a blow of five feet. If you don't remember to think carefully, tomorrow it may be five blows, and it may be a fatal disaster after that."

"San'er knows..."

Zhang San was holding her buttocks with tears in her eyes, and Zhang Qinghe grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up.

"Okay, I don't blame you this time. You haven't entered the practice yet, so it's normal for you to get sidetracked once."

He knew Zhang San's brain, otherwise Zhang Qinghe wouldn't have taught him this way, but this kid was really too smart. If he just warned him verbally, he would understand, but he would inevitably become more impetuous.

Competent people are always arrogant.

"Can I practice too?!"

Zhang San couldn't bear to feel down. Hearing the meaning of Zhang Qinghe's words, he seemed to have found the key point, and suddenly felt a little happy.

The secret he wanted to know was related to his parents and the Zhang family in Jiangzuo. If he had no cultivation, then his only support would be Zhang Qinghe. Only with cultivation can he personally explore the hidden stories behind his mother and father, and know what his mother has been hiding in her heart.

He had a hunch that it wouldn't be easy.

"able."

Zhang Qinghe spoke concisely and didn't bother to tease Zhang San. He just said that and took Zhang San up to the ground. There was a faint plain rainbow light around him, and he suppressed it with the breath-hiding method expertly. Next, Shan just used the invisible and immaterial spiritual essence to create a barrier for Zhang San against the Gangfeng.

He carefully put on the mask of Wude Xingjun with angry eyes and a complexion as red as lava. Zhang San could really feel that his husband, who was originally well-proportioned and even a little elegant, suddenly transformed into a scarlet-clad man. A living immortal god with a strong body, a strong body and a strong body.

It seems that even the temperament is different. The once sluggish literary popularity has now become the sound of weapons stirring up troubled times.

Even Zhang San could feel that the robe and mask had the power to distort reality. He heard many voices from it that he could not understand anyway, causing his thoughts to become confused and arousing a primitive bloodthirsty desire. The desire to fight.

He was feeling uncomfortable and his eyes were a little red. It was at this time that Zhang Qinghe threw a mask and an iron order over.

The faint aura radiating from the iron order preserved his soul in an instant.

Zhang Qinghe looked at Zhang San's state and became convinced. Sure enough, everything related to the spirit was a little distorted and contaminated. As a mortal, Zhang Sanben was not exposed to this kind of pollution, but Straw Song planted seeds in him, causing slight alienation and affecting his soul.

The souls of mortals are not as powerful as monks, but they have some mutations, so there are situations where they cannot withstand even a little pollution.

That's why the people in Zhangjia Village are so close to him.

"Holding the sword...Lingguan?!"

Zhang San gritted his teeth and took the two things, with confusion and surprise in his eyes. He knew the Yunzhuan script, so he naturally knew what was written on the Tiangong Iron Order.

After sorting out the information, Zhang San looked at Zhang Qinghe with a horrified expression, and then at the mask in his hand. The mask was all red and looked like a handsome fairy boy.

"This is……?!"

"Heavenly Palace God, sword-wielding spiritual officer, my subordinate."

"What is Heavenly Palace?"

There was great confusion written on Zhang San's face - he had never been to Lantian, let alone Tiangong, and he probably knew very little about Chang'an School.

"He commits murder, arson, commits all kinds of evil, massacres the state capital, and is an evil cultivator who eats people's hearts and lungs."

Zhang Qinghe looked at Zhang San's little face seriously and said.

"Sir, don't tease me, what exactly is the Heavenly Palace?"

"I don't know, that's what they said."

"I don't know? Who are they?"

"People of the world."

Peace and joy to everyone!