The indescribable Taoist Lord

"You've learned well, can you blame me?"

The master in white clothes walked slowly through the snow, and the ashes of calamity rose up from the ground, but his robes were not stained by this dirt at all.

The sword light was still falling, like a rainbow or a drizzle, which actually made the lonely cold day feel like a hint of spring. Many of the evil spirits whose stumps were still twitching were instantly wiped out in the vast endless ice and snow.

The calamity ashes were growing, and the wailing was equal to the sonic boom of the sword rain cutting through the void. Zhang Qinghe's body was surrounded by a light plain aura, like a god, with a reassuring aura.

Zhang Qinghe walked over slowly, looking at Zhang San's embarrassed appearance in the snow, he slowly stretched out his plain hand, and pulled Zhang San, who was a little weak due to the tense nerves under relaxation, and collapsed on the ground. Three pulled up.

Although the language is casual, it carries a sense of scrutiny.

There was no extra emotion on Zhang San's face, just some thoughts about the previous battle and a sense of relief. He saw this man casually engulfing and chewing any mundane thing in an instant, killing all the evil things without leaving any bones or residue, and he didn't even see him using fancy magical powers. Finally, I intuitively understood the meaning of the so-called "immortal".

If he didn't experience it himself, even if Zhang Qinghe moved mountains and reclaimed seas in front of him, he would still be a little confused.

"San'er doesn't dare to complain."

Zhang San was breathing heavily, and his little face under the mask in the cold weather was not clear whether it was frozen or because of the dispersion of energy and blood, and a burst of white air rose from the inside out.

"Oh, I don't dare to complain."

Zhang Qinghe casually handed over a wine glass and stuffed it into Zhang San's hand. There were a few drops of wine in it, exuding a spring breeze that was about to wake up, and the vigorous heat of the warm sun for half a day, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth also surrounded it. Breathe in rhythm with it, as if it is a spiritual thing.

Zhang San took the wine glass calmly, and just by breathing a little, two clusters of blush flashed on his face.

"San'er may know what Sir wants to teach me, but San'er wants to ask, why does Sir want to teach me these things?"

Zhang San seemed very rational at this moment. At least there was no complaint or anger in his eyes. His slight dissatisfaction was justified - after all, there were few monks or laymen in Zhongtian who taught students this way. .

"San'er previously thought that my husband wanted to teach me how to face my fears, but that was the opposite. After all, my husband gave me this spiritual creature to protect me from being beaten and killed, but it did not shield me from pain.

Mr. Xu wants to teach me how to fight.

However, San'er just wants to ask Mr.——

Why is this approach necessary? "

Zhang San took a careful sip of the peach blossom wine given by Zhang Qinghe, and the vitality and spiritual energy inside exploded from the inside out. It interacted with the blood and blood of Zhang San's body, and kept beating, making Zhang San His steps staggered, but his body and soul were making a qualitative leap.

The huge consumption of energy and blood was replenished. Not only that, these few drops of peach blossom wine also prompted his life level to try to leap to a higher level.

And at this moment, an uneasy feeling arose in Zhang San's heart. It seemed that if he took a step further, he would be able to sense some kind of wonderful existence between heaven and earth. That existence is the spirit of all things and can make people move. The manifestation of the change in the essence of life is the spiritual breath between heaven and earth, and the spiritual things scattered throughout the sky.

But there always seemed to be a barrier between him and the spiritual breath of heaven and earth, like a mysterious veil that he could not touch no matter what. No matter how much the power of peach blossom brew surged in his body, he could not cross that barrier. Natural moat.

"How is this going?!

Is this the realm of a practitioner who has no so-called spiritual roots and is inaccessible? "

Zhang San frowned, and he quickly contacted the spiritual root. Xian Tang had its own system of selecting monks and then breeding and cultivating them. In the past, there were many monks who came to Zhangjia Village to search.

However, there has never been a person with spiritual roots in Zhangjia Village. Everyone had some expectations at first, but later they simply gave up - but this is normal. The other villages in this wilderness have not had any hope for more than ten years. It may not be possible to fly a phoenix. After all, it is still remote, or the soil and water support a person, dragons and phoenixes, spiritual roots are destiny and cannot be changed.

"Wrong, you can feel the existence of the spiritual breath of heaven and earth, but it is like a thin veil that cannot be understood thoroughly. You know that something is surging and happening, but you don't know what its shape is or what it looks like.

People without spiritual roots will not feel this way at all. "

Zhang Qinghe denied Zhang San's idea and explained it lightly.

"Sir, you mean...?!"

Zhang San's eyes suddenly became filled with surprise and uncertainty, even a little horrified and unbelievable.

"Yes, you originally had spiritual roots, but then they were damaged. Or, your spiritual roots are still there, but they were hidden."

Zhang Qinghe responded to his question.

"Spiritual roots are life and constitution. Logically speaking, if the heart lake collapses, the spiritual roots will not be damaged unless it is a Tao injury."

Zhang Qinghe was quite emotional. He met too many people who were related to Daoshang.

"May I ask, sir, what is Taoist injury?!"

Zhang San's usually calm temperament suddenly became unstable.

“As the name suggests, the injury of the avenue.

The Great Dao is a realm that can only be reached by monks in the upper three realms or even Hundong. Maybe you are confused, but all you need to know is that an ancestor from the Hun Cave could press down a finger to kill me without even using too much force. "

After Zhang Qinghe said this, he started to add fuel to the fire——

"The whereabouts of your father, Zhang Wangling, is unknown. Your mother was originally a monk in the Only Realm, but now she is lying on a hospital bed, relying on spiritual objects to continue her life, and your body has been tampered with by the ancestor of the Hundong.

In this case, do you still want to explore the secret of your life experience? "

"Mr. Hui, I would rather die knowing the truth than live in confusion and being deceived."

"Then Xiao San'er... your road is more difficult than you imagined. If I don't teach you how to live seriously now, you will die easily in the future.

Then tell me, do I need to teach you this way now? "

Zhang Qinghe walked forward with his hands behind his back, walked through layers of ashes, and headed towards the village in the distance.

Zhang San was stunned, and after thinking for a long time, he bowed deeply to Zhang Qinghe's back in the snow, and the red-faced fairy boy followed the master in white...

"Although you are right, didn't you just find out about his spiritual root? Does this count as deceiving him?"

Taiyin asked curiously.

"Yes, I lied to him. The days to come will be far more desperate than I said. It's so easy to kill a hole in the wall. I can even go and set up a trap now.

Yet he is my disciple, a man destined to be dictatorial for eternity. "

Zhang Qinghe shook his sleeves and put the Wude mask back on.