A year of expectation and pursuit came inadvertently. Zhao Ran couldn't help but burst into tears, his knees softened, and he bowed to the Taoist priest, holding the Taoist priest's thighs and never letting go. If he looked like a gentleman with integrity, he could be called "no limit to integrity." But from another perspective, compared with the "ancient people" in this world, Zhao Ran, as a time traveler, has been many times deeper in his yearning and admiration for gods! What's more, Zhao Ran suffered nearly a year since time travel, and finally saw hope at this moment, and he couldn't calm down anyway.

Zhao Ran wanted to die but it didn't mean he could do it. He felt a shock all over and his body flew backwards involuntarily, and then he fell to the ground. Fortunately, the Taoist priest did not intend to give him any pain. Zhao Ran felt like he fell on a pile of cotton, feeling no pain at all.

Zhao Ran got up and leaned over to the Taoist priest again. Although he was excited, his eyesight was still a little bit. Knowing that he had lost his composure just now, he did not make too embarrassing actions and bowed to the Taoist priest in fear and fear.

"Mingren?" asked the Taoist priest.

Zhao Ran nodded desperately. The people of the Ming Dynasty were covered by Taoist sects, so the identity issue must not be mistaken. He immediately cried and told his own experience, and naturally he wanted to portray himself as a brave and fearless warrior in his words. He added jealousy to describe his bravery fighting. While he was dancing, the Taoist priest understood and found that Zhao Ran had little idea of ​​why the Xia Bing appeared here, so he frowned and interrupted directly: "Okay, stop talking, those Xia Bings have been killed by me, please leave quickly."

Zhao Ran was not willing to leave, but he was more and more respectful: "Thank you, the immortal, for saving his life! Zhao Ran is willing to repay his kindness as a cow and a horse!"

The Taoist shook his hand and stopped: "No need to do this."

Zhao Ran firmly disagreed and said that he must be a cow and horse of the immortal. He only wants to follow the immortal and serve one or two in front and two in the future, otherwise he will feel guilty and no longer have the meaning of living.

The Taoist priest may not like cows and horses, or they may feel that Zhao Ran lacks the qualification to be his cows and horses, but in short, he just refused. After saying a few words, he saw that Zhao Ran was still entangled, so he was too lazy to say anything else and turned around and was about to leave.

Zhao Ran was shocked and said hurriedly: "Sir Immortal Save me again! I am a foreigner, I am not familiar with the place here, and I don't know where to go in the wilderness."

This Taoist was originally traveling in western Sichuan, but for some reason, the Baima Mountain Guard on the border was destroyed by Xia soldiers. Large areas of land including the Chuanling Copper Mine were lost, and even the Baima Mountain Formation lost its effectiveness. The failure of the Baima Mountain Formation was his most worried about. If the Buddhist disciple really found the trick to break the formation, the border would face huge crises everywhere.

Therefore, the Taoist priest was anxious to rush back and report the matter to the Taoist sect. Although he was a little tired of Zhao Ran's entanglement, Zhao Ran made sense. In the wilderness, there were fierce wars. If Zhao Ran was left without any attention, Zhao Ran might die here. So the Taoist priest picked up Zhao Ran, resisted with one hand on his shoulder, and quickly headed towards the east.

Zhao Ran was lifted by the Taoist priest and ran around his waist. He felt the trees and rocks on both sides retreated quickly. He couldn't help but praise: "Immortals are good at abilities, at least thirty miles!"

The Taoist priest said strangely: "What's thirty miles?"

Zhao Ran had nothing to say, but when he saw the Taoist priest taking the bait, he immediately talked: "One step is 1.6 kilometers, which is 3.2 miles. The immortal long foot is very fast. He can walk 92 miles in one hour, which is ten times faster than ordinary people!"

The Taoist priest was stunned and rebuked: "Nonsense!"

Zhao Ran did not think it was offended, but was very happy that the Taoist priest could answer his words, so he complimented: "The immortal is really fast and steady in his journey, as if a shock absorber is installed on his feet!"

The Taoist priest was stunned again: "What shock absorber?"

Zhao Ran quickly explained: "There are many types of shock absorbers. Let's talk about air cushion shock absorbers. The immortal leader fell from a high place to the ground. If he could emit energy to the ground, it could slow down the falling momentum. This is the principle of air cushion shock absorbers."

The Taoist priest thought for a moment and asked, "What's the reason?"

Zhao Ran smiled secretly, thinking that the gods didn't know anything, but they were not idle in their mouths. He continued to explain: "Has the immortal ever seen someone inflated a cowhide bag? After the leather bag was bulging, he felt comfortable and pleasant... Why? It's because the sky is not really empty. Although we cannot see the naked eye, there is energy everywhere... It's like if you hit the inflated leather bag hard, the leather bag will explode..."

The Taoist priest stopped suddenly, put Zhao Ran down, and looked over: "Have you learned the Quanzhen Method?"

Zhao Ran was stunned: "Quanzhen? Could it be that there is really Wang Chongyang?"

The Taoist priest scolded: "How could you call the surname of the True Immortal Chongyang?" Seeing Zhao Ran's face of confusion, he secretly adjusted his breathing and investigated Zhao Ran's meridians, but found that it was stagnant everywhere, with many impurities, which were simply crude, so he snorted coldly and admonished: "I heard that, but I deliberately showed off here, worried that the disaster would come from my mouth!"

After saying that, the Taoist priest mentioned Zhao Ran and continued to move forward.

Zhao Ran was despised by Taoist priests. Even though he was thick-skinned, he couldn't help but feel a fever on his face. He could only sigh in his heart: "If you don't talk about science, it's really a world of ignorance and superstition." But then he thought again, there was no scientific reason for this world to come, otherwise how could this Taoist priest with wise magic appear in front of him?

The Taoist priest walked for a while, suddenly left the mountain path and leaped directly into the valley. When he encountered a deep ditch, he passed by and met a low-lying place, and walked slowly on the treetops, with an extremely lightweight ending.

Did Zhao Ran see this before? So he praised again, which made the Taoist priest scold, "Noisy!"

Zhao Ran's desire for knowledge arises, and he can't help asking: "The Immortal Chief just said that there is a Quanzhen Method? But he doesn't know which sect the Immortal Chief practices?"

"Original!"

"I wonder which side is powerful in Zhengyi Sect and Quanzhen Sect?... Haha, just kidding, of course I know that Zhengyi Sect is powerful..."

"Nonsense! The school is just a method of self-cultivation. How can there be any powerful saying? You can refine the spirit and achieve the Tao. You can also achieve the Tao through communication with the heaven. The inner elixir can ascend, and the talisman can also ascend. The cultivation depends entirely on your own efforts. There is no distinction between the superiority and inferiority of the martial arts!... Don't call me the immortals of my Tao again, I can't afford it."

"So that's it, but I don't know the name of the immortal Chang Gao? Today I can get the immortal Chang's guidance. I'm really lucky to have three lives!"

"I, Chu Yangcheng, don't talk nonsense, just stay there forever."

"It turns out that it is Chu Xiancao. The immortal is famous. It's a pity that Zhao Ran has no chance and cannot serve the immortal. It's a pity that he has been unable to serve the immortal. It's a pity for his life..." Zhao Ran said as he looked at Chu Yangcheng with his eyes on him, constantly tentatively tentatively.

Chu Yangcheng ignored him, so Zhao Ran continued to test: "Immortal, I don't know what the kid's roots are. Will you have a Taoist fate in the future?"

Chu Yangcheng shook his head: "You have a very bad bones, just stop this as soon as possible. Don't say anything more, it will make people feel at ease!"

"The Immortal..." I wanted to say a few more words, but Zhao Ran found that he was shocked all over and could not move at all, and his tongue could not even turn, let alone speak.

Dear to your mother, Zhao Ran cursed in his heart. Seeing that the good opportunity was right in front of him, the bull's nose was as determined as he just didn't let go. It was really helpless. After thinking about it, Zhao Ran had no choice but to give up for the time being.

In the evening, Chu Yangcheng resisted Zhao Ran and came to a valley, found a remote cave, and put Zhao Ran down. As soon as Zhao Ran landed, he felt a numbness on his body and he became free from his actions and speaking.

Chu Yangcheng asked Zhao Ran to wait in the cave for a while, but soon turned around, held a pheasant in his hand and threw it at Zhao Ran's feet: "I'll fill my stomach after I've made it mature, I'll have to rush to go tomorrow!" After that, he ignored Zhao Ran and went straight to the depths of the cave.

Zhao Ran's package had long been discarded when he fled the battlefield, so he hurriedly said, "Immortal, there is no fire..."

Before the voice could stop, a dead branch near the cave ignited, but Chu Yangcheng had long disappeared in the darkness.

Zhao Ran quickly made a bonfire on the flames, removed the feathers of the pheasant, and grilled them on the bonfire, and indirectly quenched the thirst in a few mountain springs on the rock wall. After the pheasant was cooked, Zhao Ran tore the chicken legs and chicken wings, rolled the leaves, and held the torch to walk deep into the cave. He saw Chu Yangcheng sitting cross-legged on a convex rock between the cave walls, pinched a magic trick with both hands, and his eyes seemed to be closed.

Zhao Ran didn't dare to say hello at will. If someone was afraid of disturbing him while practicing, he would say "Immortals have started eating" and something went wrong, it would be a big problem. So he put the food under the convex rock and gently retreated.
Chapter completed!