The expression on his face is one-third free and easy, three-thirds indifferent, three-thirds reminiscence and one part confusion.

Those twenty days in Zhongnan Mountain were something he would never forget for the rest of his life.

…

Zhongnan Mountain, Xiao Gufeng.

"I wonder when Zheng Xuan and Feng Yuqing will return!"

Dongfang Bubai stands on the big stone in front of the courtyard, looking towards the Central Plains from a distance.

This month, he received four volumes of Bodhidharma and some ordinary Buddhist scriptures from Monk Jueyuan.

Including the Taoist scriptures borrowed from time to time from the Quanzhen Sect, which is known as the Thousand Volumes of Buddhist Scriptures, there are more than 970 volumes.

With the help of Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures, I have roughly understood the concepts of various exercises in my mind.

All you need is the Confucian classics, and you can go to the ancient tomb and improve yourself.

Now he is somewhat looking forward to the arrival of Zheng Xuan and Feng Yuqing.

"Crash..."

The wind blew through my clothes, and the sound of hunting suddenly rose.

The next moment, Zhang Sanqiang, holding a silver gun, appeared on the roof of the wooden house.
Chapter completed!