Chapter 188 This outrageous shortcut to monasticism
"It's been half an hour, haven't the monitor and Zhiyong come back yet?"
On the top floor of Tianfu Hotel, Xiao Sheng asked worriedly beside the sofa full of people.
The two heavenly masters stroked their beards and frowned, but they did not feel the charm of the Tai Chi diagram. They were obviously interested in Lao Jun's method of teleporting people.
Master Dong Ling sat quietly aside, taking a sip of the tea served by Bing Ning, with a satisfied smile on his lips.
Bing Ning looked at Ao Ying's room and keenly noticed that the two people who came back looked strange. She did not put the question in her heart and asked Yue Wushuang:
"But what happened?"
Yue Wushuang blinked, then smiled and shook her head.
"It's nothing. The experience is normal and very profound. We have made it clear about the City of Elysium and the Realm of Elysium."
"Alas," Tianshi Zhang sighed while stroking his beard, "Ultimate happiness, ultimate happiness. Being able to get what you want is the ultimate happiness. Being free and carefree is also the ultimate happiness. But if there is only ultimate happiness, why should we distinguish between suffering and happiness?"
"There are shadows only when there is light," Master Ge Tianshi also said, "Such a state of bliss should not exist."
"They've used up all their resources."
Xiao Sheng smiled apologetically at the side, and then his face became solemn.
I just had the words "Things are a bit outrageous" written all over my face.
At this time, there were faint ripples in the air, and the corner of the portrait of Lao Jun that had been hung up on the wall in the distance was slightly raised. Zhou Zheng and Li Zhiyong appeared on the sofa, each leaning back.
All the immortals and gods in the room immediately gathered around.
Zhou Zheng simply sat there and breathed a sigh of relief;
Li Zhiyong stood up directly, with a look of tiredness that could not be concealed, and said slowly: "Squad leader, I'm going to do a systematic arrangement."
"Thanks for your hard work."
"Yes," Li Zhiyong nodded, bowed his hands to several old gods, bowed his head and left in a hurry.
Lingqin'er, who was hiding in the corner, raised her hand to knead the little face of Zhu Lian'er who was holding a pacifier in her mouth, her eyes full of doubts.
what's the situation.
Didn't I hear them say that in the past year in Laojun's trial place, there was only one hour outside? Then they came out more than half an hour late, didn't they stay alone inside for more than half a year?
Ah this?
It's not good to be alone.
Lingqin'er's big eyes turned into crescent moons, and she let out a mischievous smile.
Zhou Zheng glanced at her, as if he had directly seen Xiao Jiujiu in her heart. Lingqin'er's pretty face turned pale with fright, and she raised her hand to block Zhu Lian'er in front of her, feeling shocked in his heart.
What level of cultivation does this lolicon have now?
It was just a look, and my heart almost collapsed!
In the reception area on the top floor, Zhou Zheng also stood up and said with a smile: "Lao Jun's trial is really difficult. I'm going to take a shower... I'd better tell you a few things."
Master Dongling held the fly whisk and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, please give me your orders."
Zhou Zheng muttered for a few times: "Then I'd like to ask you, Master, to help me deliver a letter."
Master Dong Ling's expression fell instantly.
Zhou Zheng took out a jade talisman sealed with immortal power from the storage wristband, and said warmly: "This is a very important matter, and it must be handed over to Emperor Ziwei as soon as possible... To be honest, I encountered something during the trial.
We have arrived at Heaven."
Everyone's ears immediately stood up.
Zhou Zheng glanced at the fox girl who was walking over with tea, raised his hand and gently touched the fox girl. The fox girl was immediately wrapped in a layer of barrier and stood there unable to move.
Obviously, this is not what she can hear.
Zhou Zheng's small action caused great harm.
After all, when you need to discuss secrets, you usually wrap a layer of enchantment around yourself. How can you bully a demon like this and just wrap the enchantment around a single demon!
Zhou Zheng said in a deep voice: "Tiandao wanted to recruit me, but I refused, but I think next, he will definitely launch a thunderous offensive against me and kill me as soon as possible. I need the help of Emperor Ziwei. This
Very urgent.”
Master Dong Ling quickly lowered his head and saluted: "Emperor, please don't worry, I will leave immediately."
After saying this, his body flashed and disappeared with a hiss.
Bing Ning asked softly: "Tiandao surrendered you but didn't kill you?"
"The trial place we went to is very unique."
Zhou Zheng covered it up vaguely, and Bing Ning immediately changed the subject, knowing that this was a detail that Zhou Zheng couldn't tell.
Zhou Zheng continued: "Blue Star's star-protecting formation must be built as quickly as possible to completely surround this place. Later I will find an opportunity to show up on other stars to attract the enemy's attention."
Xiaoyue was worried: "Didn't Laojun say that as long as you leave Blue Star, the catastrophe will be fully launched."
"That's the catastrophe I'm going to launch," Zhou Zheng smiled, "instead of waiting for the catastrophe to fall on me."
"Ah this."
"I'm going to take a bath and then seize the time to practice." Zhou Zheng bowed to the two heavenly masters. "This star is my hometown, so I leave it to the two heavenly masters."
The two heavenly masters returned the gift in unison, saying they did not dare.
When Zhou Zheng went to Ao Ying's room, Bing Ning stood there thoughtfully, but she couldn't think of a reason.
She has a mysterious heart, is cold and translucent, rarely has mood swings, but can keenly capture the emotional changes of the people she pays attention to.
Looking at Zhou Zheng's leaving figure, Bing Ning felt a sense of heaviness.
It was as if an invisible mountain was pressing on Zhou Zheng's shoulders.
But under the heavy weight, instead of being as passive and helpless as before, there were waves of magma brewing that wanted to burst out.
In a daze, Bing Ning seemed to hear the sound of violent wind and rain rising from thousands of miles of blue waves.
What happened in the third calamity?
Why, it feels like he has grown a lot.
…
Zhou Zheng originally wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Ao Ying, but Ao Ying was obviously not in the mood and flicked Zhou Zheng's chest perfunctorily.
"Huh?" Zhou Zheng blinked.
"Bounce your heart, it's your turn."
"This," Zhou Zheng looked at the bulging clothes on her chest. Under those clothes was the beauty he longed for.
Ao Ying's pretty face suddenly turned red, she held her collar and turned around: "I, I will deduct the money, the homophone is not fun."
Zhou Zheng laughed dumbly: "Are you worried about the Dragon Clan's position?"
"Well," she pursed her lips and frowned, "I wanted to write a letter to my mother and ask if the Dragon Clan could stand with the Futian Alliance, but when I wrote it, I didn't know how to word it. I actually understand everyone's opinions.
,Everyone……"
"Everyone just wants to live well."
Zhou Zheng said warmly: "Don't drag your own people into trouble because of your feelings and mine. I don't want these things to get involved between us."
"But……"
Ao Ying bit her lip gently:
"The Dragon Clan is inherently just and kind. They have been taught this way since childhood, so why don't they consider justice and kindness when making choices? Isn't this lying to me?"
Zhou Zheng didn't know how to answer for a while.
The worlds of adults and children are inherently different.
So, he could only pat the lazy sofa next to him. After Ao Ying sat down obediently, he grabbed her little hand with his big hand and rubbed it gently.
"Actually, there is no need to be so entangled."
There were some tears in Ao Ying's eyes:
"I didn't think there was anything wrong before, but after Li Zhiyong pointed it out, I finally understood it.
"Looking back now, whether it is the eldest sister or the fourth grandma, their attitudes have changed in a very short period of time. I am worried that they will let me plot against you.
"I don't know what I am to the people. My father and mother have so many children, and I am just the most ordinary dragon girl among them. When my mother came in person, I was really happy..."
Zhou Zheng didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only hold her hand and listen to her quietly.
Ao Ying's mood soon passed.
She huddled on the sofa, her face nestled on Zhou Zheng's arm, like a wronged kitten looking for some sense of security, and allowed Zhou Zheng to pat her shoulder gently.
"Zhiyong and I calculated that the enemy is likely to send heavyweight experts to negotiate with the Dragon Clan."
Zhou Zheng said softly: "If they call you to go back and you have entanglements between me and the tribe, I hope you can choose me."
Ao Ying was a little stunned and looked up at Zhou Zheng.
"There is a high probability that this will happen. It's just a matter of time," Zhou Zheng said. "If you are coerced by the tribe and they need you to spy on me, you can tell me that we are simply together as lovers. Normally,
Don’t discuss anything about the disaster and the Futian Alliance..."
Ao Ying suddenly rushed forward. Before Zhou Zheng could react, he felt his cheeks being pressed by a pair of small hands, and a pair of soft lips appeared in front of his lips...
The picture in the room gradually blurred.
Zhou Zheng wanted to raise his hands to hug her several times, but he retained a trace of reason in his heart. He just responded to her appropriately and reined in his horse in time at the edge of the cliff.
"Yingying, my technique."
Ao Ying seemed to be waking up from a dream, she hid in the closet and closed the closet door tightly.
Zhou Zheng smiled bitterly when he saw this, and could only go back to his room through the wall, and immediately closed his eyes and meditated.
This may sound a bit inappropriate.
Zhou Zheng felt it, and felt the riot of his own pure Yang power. There were actually streams of pure Yang energy in his body, which traveled around the sky and was quickly refined by himself.
Then Chunyang Wuji Kung took a small step forward.
Zhou Zheng blinked and carefully recalled the previous times when Pure Yang Wuji Gong suddenly upgraded and he was unable to suppress it.
It seems, maybe, probably, all related to the interaction between men and women?
Ah, you can still practice Qigong with a kiss?
If you say this, you will easily be regarded as a "liumang" emperor.
Yes, solitary yang does not last long. When men and women come into contact, a certain degree of yin and yang harmony can be produced, and the desire generated in one's heart and the yang energy generated by the desire in the body become the nourishment of pure yang Wuji Gong.
Zhou Zheng clenched his fist with his right hand and lightly tapped the palm of his left hand, leaving several afterimages of his body in the room.
After closing the door, closing the window, drawing the curtains, lifting the quilt to wrap himself up, and opening the storage magic weapon in the corner, Zhou Zheng took out... an old mobile phone that he had treasured for many years with a somewhat solemn expression.
Soon, Zhou Zheng put away his cell phone without laughing or crying, and calmly covered his lower body with the quilt. His whole body felt a little bad.
You can really practice Qigong.
Not only the interaction between men and women, but also doing things that are not prohibited by law from being read but cannot be spread, can also quickly gather the yang energy in the body...
Is this technique really serious?
Of course, this is definitely not doubting Laojun's character, it is just a rational use of the desires of living beings.
As for whether this would hurt the body, and whether it would only arouse desires without resolving them, and whether it would cause some problems with the immortal body, Zhou Zheng couldn't care about it at the moment.
Just prepare some relevant knowledge in advance for a happy life in the future.
Zhou Zheng took a deep breath.
In order to save the world and defend the right of living beings to ascend, what's the point of suffering on your own!
I covered myself with a quilt, widened my eyes, and felt Yang Qi coming.
That day, Zhou Zheng grasped a shortcut to practice.
A place of darkness, a mysterious place.
The old man riding the bull stared at the cloud mirror in front of him, looking at Zhou Zheng's way of practicing seriously while watching a movie, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
At the same time, somewhere in a spacious and bright chemistry laboratory with a slightly higher room temperature, the old professor raised his head, looked at the small stove in the corner, and strolled over.
"Laojun!"
The two young 'researchers' who were about to doze off immediately jumped up.
"Well," the old professor nodded and said warmly, "start the furnace and make the elixir. First take out Wang Shan, and then go get these medicinal materials."
The fairy light flickered, and two long lists appeared in the hands of the adult version of Xiao Jin and Xiao Yin.
The two boys looked down and then looked at each other.
Good guy, isn't this the elixir that the two of them refined for some heavenly immortals to strengthen their body and cultivate their vitality?
However, the age of this medicinal material seems to be a bit exaggerated, like 30,000-year-old pure yang evil dragon blood, 10,000-year-old pure yang stag antlers...
Are these things really in the treasure house? Laojun asked them to get them, so there must be some.
"Laojun, what kind of elixir are you trying to make?"
The corners of the old professor's mouth twitched slightly, and he said calmly: "Nine Transformations of Yanyang Pill is used by Zhou Zheng to improve his cultivation."
The two boys looked stunned, turned around and disappeared without a trace.
The old professor looked at the palm-sized Wang Shan who was almost incinerated and shook his head slightly.
These stupid juniors.
There is no way that sensory stimulation can be as direct and effective as elixirs.
…
Zhou Zheng took three cold showers in a row before finishing his two-day practice.
When he walked out of the house, his whole person was exuding a high-spirited energy. He could already be called a 'strong' immortal body, and the corners of his mouth were almost blistering!
Good guy, who can bear this?
To tell a joke, his Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu is still two films away from reaching the fourth level.
This is ten times more efficient than meditating in front of the sun every day.
Exactly ten times!
If he is willing, he can lead the team members to start the next Laojun trial tomorrow, and there will be no time to hand in this paper.
Zhou Zheng took a deep breath and realized some problems in the past two days.
Such improvements are not without cost.
The price may be... probably...
Instructor Bing Ning meditated near the elevator door, guarding this place while practicing.
In Zhou Zheng's eyes, there was a little light all over her body, and some unhealthy images appeared in Zhou Zhengdao's mind.
Snapped!
Zhou Zheng suddenly slapped himself in the face and took a breath of pain.
The price is that your accumulated desires are like a bomb bank, and Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu can easily go crazy.
This is really a problem.
Bing Ning seemed to be disturbed by the noise, her long eyelashes flickered slightly, and she looked over with a pair of bright eyes.
At this moment, Zhou Zheng even felt that Instructor Bing Ning's whole body was emitting a soft light, his skin was like gelatin, and his Adam's apple trembled slightly.
"What's wrong with you?" Bing Ning asked, "Why are you looking at me so blankly?"
"Ah, it's okay, it's okay."
Zhou Zheng covered his eyes and walked to the corner.
A sudden inspiration came to him, he turned his feet and knocked on the door of Master Tang Sanzang.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we listened to Buddhist scriptures and purified our hearts?
Ah, yes, if you practice like this to control the fire, listen to the sutras and extinguish the fire, and come and go, isn't the Yang Qi earned in vain?
Wonderful!
There was a soft click, and the door slowly opened.
Zhou Zheng only felt a misty pink appear in front of his eyes. The meritorious Buddha wearing a monk's skirt appeared in front of his eyes. His long eyelashes slowly raised, his eyes were so clear. Although his slim figure was wrapped in a monk's skirt,...
boom!
Zhou Zheng slammed the door and poked his eyes with two fingers!
What a beast!
Brother is a beast!
This sister is a male monk in her skin!
The king who walked out of the next room called softly: "Emperor, what's wrong with you?"
This voice was soft and clear, as if a spring breeze had blown through Zhou Zheng's Taoist heart, causing ripples in his Taoist heart.
"No, it's okay!"
Zhou Zheng immediately took steps without raising his head.
Yes, you can go find Mr. Black Bear yourself!
Black bear save me!
After taking just two steps, Zhou Zheng's eyes were unconsciously attracted by the graceful figure passing by on the left. When he looked up, he saw the fox girl wearing a short skirt and flesh-colored stockings.
"host……"
"Stand there! Stand there and don't move!"
Zhou Zheng suddenly roared, and the fox girl froze on the spot.
Seeing Zhou Zheng walking as fast as flying, turning into a stream of light and rushing out of the window sill, the fox girl's lips shrank, big tears fell down, and she walked to her room in despair.
'I'd better go back to practice,' she thought.
The damage is so great.
Not long after Zhou Zheng left, the door of Ao Ying's room opened. She frowned slightly, as if she was distracted, lowered her head and rushed to Bing Ning's side.
"Sister Bing, I'm going out for a while."
Bing Ning suddenly said: "I will accompany you."
Ao Ying was startled.
Bing Ning smiled and said nothing, and took the initiative to hold Ao Ying's arm, "Ao Yiling is coming soon, I will accompany you to see her."
"Yes," Ao Ying responded softly, feeling inexplicably more at ease in her heart.
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
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