The big head is gone.
With a devil.
As for whether he will go to find Yanfu, Tushanjun doesn't know.
He, who is at the peak of his divine form, cannot interfere in the fight between Taoists.
If it is true as Datou said, it is difficult for even Dao Lord to keep the elixir, then even if you give him a plant of elixir, there is no way to keep it, so why use it.
Tu Shanjun looked at the golden seal in front of him and wrote: "The end of the world is the end of the world."
"Second Law."
"Can I use the second method?"
Tu Shanjun twisted the gold medal and pondered for a long time.
In the past, he would regard himself and the Soul Banner as two different individuals, but later he gradually realized that he was the Soul Banner, and the main soul was just a reflection.
He wanted to live it out alive.
This is tantamount to following a person.
It is difficult for a person to become a weapon, and it is even more impossible to imagine a human being.
There is also a more important question. If he really lives a second life and becomes a human from a weapon, then where will the thousands of Yin gods in the Soul Banner go? Will they still be like when he was a Soul Banner?
Dust to ashes to dust.
Along the way, he gradually carried more and more things, and he was no longer as carefree as before.
He looked sideways at Meng Zhi, who was sitting beside him.
Tu Shanjun murmured softly: "After surviving this calamity, the rest is just the accumulation of magical power, so it is no longer difficult."
Calculate it with your fingers.
With the Yinhun Dan as the foundation, it won't take long to wait until Meng Zhi reaches the later stage.
When the time comes, you can return to the Tiger Tomb to refine the evil spirit and advance to the level of a holy weapon.
When Meng Zhi reaches the level of cultivation, he should also let Meng Zhi know the advanced ability of the Zunhun Banner.
Although this disciple was very suspicious and not so forward-thinking, he was still Meng Zhi.
He couldn't expect Mengzhi to be someone else in his memory, and he couldn't let other people's halo and expectations fall on Mengzhi.
Tushanjun should have realized the difference in their identities.
In Meng Zhi's eyes, he, Tushanjun, was born divine and did not understand the sufferings of the world.
If he forcibly lowers his identity, it will cause a strange separation.
So even if he wasn't originally, he should be now.
"Awe is far easier to establish than anything else." It's time for him to teach students in accordance with their aptitude. He can't act like a stubborn old master and implement the set of things he firmly believes in. That set of things is not bad, but no longer applicable.
, does not apply to different people, nor does it apply to his different identities.
Bada.
It was as if there were cracks in the frozen time and space.
A flash of light flashed in Meng Zhi's eyes. He still kept smiling, but he was puzzled to find that the monk in splendid red robes who had just stood in front of him disappeared. Only a tall man in black blood robes sat on the other side of the coffee table.
Young man, young man with red hair, holding a wine bottle and drinking quietly.
"Mr. Hu, just now...?"
Meng Zhi hurriedly checked his own situation, as well as the treasure on his chest and the soul flag in his sleeve robe. After realizing that these two things were still safe, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Anyone who is not a fool must have realized what just happened, and he must have been possessed by magical powers.
"What time is it now?"
"Hai Shi."
Meng Zhi's expression moved slightly, and he was silently suppressed for half an hour.
Although his face was still calm, there was already a storm in his heart.
What state is he in?
The venerable god!
"Half an hour..."
"Old Fox, what is the cultivation level of this old friend of yours?"
Meng Zhi looked at Tu Shanjun, who was still sitting upright. His expression became more respectful and courteous, and he showed a curious look, which seemed to have a bit of exploratory meaning. It was completely gone as he had just calmed down and found that he was being immobilized.
Instead of panic, there was also some indescribable joy.
Tu Shanjun's expression was flat: "I don't know either."
"I met you this time. I said I came to say goodbye. I'm afraid we won't be able to see you again in a short time."
"ah?"
"That's really regrettable."
Meng Zhi sighed immediately.
He thought he could hug him again, but he didn't expect the other person to leave soon. According to Mr. Hu, he probably wanted to go far away from home, so it was really not easy to see him again.
Meng Zhi carefully figured out the other party's behavior.
I vaguely felt that the other party's cultivation level was not as high as imagined.
Then, what held him in place was not Dao Xing, but an ancient treasure with powerful magical powers.
Tu Shanjun didn't say much, but frowned slightly.
After cultivating in the Soul Banner and being in seclusion for twenty years, he did not realize why Meng Zhi liked to work in camps so much. The so-called connections were nothing, and the most important thing was personal strength.
As long as you have strength, everything will be possible.
On the contrary, if you only pursue and maintain your so-called personal connections, you are putting the cart before the horse.
Maybe when you practice alone, you don’t need to think too much.
After joining the WTO, the old ways of doing things were revealed.
Whether he was relying on others, trying to get his way, or flattering and negotiating with others, Tushanjun felt unhappy.
If he hadn't heard the news about Da Tou, he wouldn't have shown up at all.
Meng Zhi even advised him on this matter.
It is said that the Yu family in Guxianlou is a wealthy family, and Uncle Yu Haofeng has always wanted to talk to Master.
They were all rejected by Tu Shanjun.
Meng Zhi, who came back to his senses, raised his hands and said: "Master, your boss should go see Uncle Yu this time. After all, it is a major matter for the disciples."
"Once a teacher, always a father, a disciple has no elders."
"Only you can decide."
Tu Shanjun sighed secretly.
He knew it.
Marriage is indeed a lifelong event for Meng Zhi.
As a master, he can't hide all the time. Even if he is not good at it and doesn't like to negotiate with others, he still has to appear as the elder Meng Zhi.
It really doesn't make sense to keep putting it off like this.
Tu Shanjun didn't have much opinion about this marriage. He just felt that it shouldn't get involved with the rich family.
Once you enter Houmen, it is as deep as the sea.
The Jade Family in Guxian Tower is nowhere comparable to the Hou Men.
Its momentum is complicated, and the internal battles are even more fierce. If you are not careful, you will be shattered to pieces.
Once you step into a wealthy family, marry a wife and have children, you will have worries and concerns. Tu Shanjun is not against Mengzhi looking for a Taoist companion, but he is afraid that Mengzhi will die in the whirlpool.
Tu Shanjun said solemnly: "As a practitioner, the more causes and effects involved, the easier it is to die."
"Most of those who were in charge in the past were because of..."
Meng Zhi immediately interrupted Tu Shanjun.
Get up.
Said: "What did your boss say that the person who used to be in charge of the Zunhun Banner died.
I feel like everyone is bound to die.
Why do they die? Don’t you want to kill a bloody path every time? Who can succeed every time? The era of fighting and killing has long passed in the world of cultivation."
"Let's just talk about the last battle with Yu Haoming."
"The benefits of that battle are simply incomparable to my life."
"One success."
"Can we all succeed in the future?"
"Today's spiritual practice world pays attention to power and background."
"Support yourself with wealth and the land."
"Are you still going to hold on to your old-fashioned ideas?"
"Without high-level spiritual veins, huge treasures of heaven and earth, and no magical secrets, how can I improve my cultivation? Does it all rely on the Soul Banner's Yinhun Dan?"
"But you also said that the Yinhun Dan's cultivation level is the same as yours."
"Mr. Hu, what kind of cultivation do you have? How can you become a god?"
"I want to break through the saint!"
"The Yu family is the best choice."
"The Yu Family of Guxianlou, one of the twelve major families."
"Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will still jump."
Meng Zhi knelt on the ground.
He kowtowed and said: "Master, please help me. This is my own choice. I will die without regrets!"
Tu Shanjun's hand holding the wine bottle trembled.
He now truly understands the helplessness of being a 'parent'.
Everyone has different ideas. Based on his past experience, Tu Shanjun concluded that the whirlpool of big families should not be involved, and wanted to persuade Meng Zhi not to identify with the giant Yu family.
However, Mengzhi also had his own ideas. He felt that he needed the help of the Yu family to become a saint.
The help the old devil can give him is gradually decreasing.
The moment he revealed the old devil's cultivation level, Meng Zhi actually felt in his heart that the old devil was destined to die at the peak of divine transformation and would not be able to provide him with sufficient help in becoming a saint.
Tu Shanjun looked at the disciple who was kneeling in front of him.
Opened his mouth.
Even after years of training, Tu Shanjun can still feel the vibration in his mind.
He didn't scream like a rude old man.
Those black and red eyes, as deep as the stars hanging high in the sky, fell on Meng Zhi, and a hoarse voice sounded in the ethereal voice: "Have you decided?"
"I've decided!"
Meng Zhi said it categorically.
Buzz.
Obviously, the master sitting in front of him is borrowing the body of Lao Long.
It was just a fading spirit in the early stages of transformation.
But when inspiration blooms.
Mengzhi felt as if he was facing an abyss.
Mengzhi's heart was pounding.
He knew clearly that even if he was in the early stages of becoming a god, he would never be his master's opponent.
Maybe one move would kill him without a burial place. At this moment, he finally realized how powerful Tu Shanjun was. It was a terror that even the most talented disciples could not match.
And he also really knew that the red-haired young man in front of him was angry.
It was a rage he had never seen before.
Meng Zhi's heart and hair were weak.
He couldn't be sure.
Even scared.
He was afraid that Tushanjun would take action.
However, after waiting for a long time, there was no pain as expected.
Instead, there was a long sigh.
"Meng Zhi."
"Master."
"..."
Tu Shanjun looked at Meng Zhi with a complicated expression.
Should he stop it?
Maybe it shouldn't.
Tushanjun is not a saint at all, how can he help Mengzhi become a saint?
"That's fine."
"Master, have you agreed?"
Meng Zhi was overjoyed.
Tushanjun nodded.
With his lowered eyes, you couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Mengzhi's words really stung him.
This seemingly hard-hearted monk stood up seven or eight feet tall and slowly stood up.
He couldn't tell what the look was in his eyes. Maybe he should be happy that Meng Zhi was climbing to a higher realm, but in his heart, he didn't agree with Meng Zhi's method.
Tu Shanjun thought in his heart: 'You are a hero by any means necessary, but you are a true hero by not changing your original intention.'
He still didn't say it.
"Let's go."
"Let's go Master, it's time for us to go back to Yu's house to see Uncle Yu."
It's been a while.
The second update will be later.
This chapter has been completed!