"Anyway, those are things that mother and the others need to consider. We just need to do our part." Yan Shuang didn't care.
"Didn't your father give you other tasks before?" the man asked again.
"That man is staying in Tianbao Palace and won't come out. Just wait." Yan Shuang became angry when he mentioned this matter.
She waited outside the ancestral court of the Daoist Sect for a full half a month, preparing to let the guy experience the cruelty of reality. However, the guy just stayed there and didn't even come out.
In desperation, she had to do other things first.
The current situation is actually one where the Imperial Master is powerless, and the Western Sect took the opportunity to kill several masters of the Eastern Sect.
Without the Ji Realm in charge, Lingluo would be basically incomprehensible to the rest of the people.
With the acquiescence of the imperial court, many forces went around to hunt down, encircle, and exterminate the major forces and masters of the Eastern Sect.
Divide their wealth and resources.
Such a feast is rare to see in a hundred years. In the past, the bloody enemies of Dongzong showed up one after another, gathered, and took the lead in attacking.
On the contrary, Xizong and other forces can gain a lot by just following behind and fighting with the wind.
The two changed the topic and talked about other recent trends of various forces.
Suddenly the man's eyes widened and he saw a red shadow flashing past the window on the first floor.
"Here we come!" His eyes moved and he showed a hint of smile. "There are really some people who are not afraid of death and dare to use red sparrows to send messages.
"It is said that one of them will die. The Black Ten Sect should be using it to fish." Yan Shuang said with a smile.
"After cleaning up the bugs, in five days we will gather at Yunwu Villa. Are you coming?" The man looked away.
"I don't know." Brother Wu leaned lazily on the table and looked at the clear blue sky outside.
"You look boring?" the man asked again.
"Well, that's true. I run around here and there every day, doing a lot of small things and not doing a lot of big things. It's a pity that I'm naturally beautiful, but in the end, I end up working hard.
Suddenly she moved her right hand to avoid the man's extended hand. "Yan Shuang, what are you doing?"
"You're boring anyway. Don't you, the induction door, pursue bliss? How about we get together as a pair and try to see if we can achieve bliss?" The man chuckled.
Brother Wu's eyes rolled, revealing a smile.
"Of course you can give it a try. Yan Shuang's martial arts skills are at the top even in the Tiansuo Sect. Maybe he can last longer."
"Okay! I have a village nearby, and there are some props in it. Come with me quickly." The man stood up quickly, and his depression was gone.
He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly felt a little dizzy.
He quickly grabbed hold of the wooden table on one side.
"Yan Shuang, Yan Shuang, what are you doing??" Brother Wu's worried voice came from his ears, but it seemed to be coming from far away.
Then he felt that his medicine bag, wallet, and various personal belongings were all gently pulled away by a small hand.
The man shook his head vigorously, feeling frightened and angry, but his body could not move.
Not long after, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, completely lost consciousness, and fell on the table. Brother Wu reached out and pushed the man.
"Yanshuang, how come you're drunk after just drinking so much?" She sounded worried and casually put the things she just got into her pocket.
After doing all this, she curled her lips slightly, stood up and left with a sigh. When she walked out of Yunmeng Tower, the sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in the sky.
"It's a pity that wouldn't it be nice to work together well? We have to change people again.
Brother Wu chuckled lightly, turned into an alley, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
At this time, in Yunmeng Tower, the man surnamed Wu was lying on his stomach, with traces of black blood slowly flowing out from his mouth and nose.
Zhang Rongfang.
Tianbaogong stood up cross-legged and looked at the old man opposite him solemnly. "How?
He had some expectations in his heart. If his cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage could be found out during this inspection, then even if he was thirty-five years old, he would still be considered an upper-level person in Zhang Rongfang.
Although it is not the treatment for top geniuses in the Nascent Soul stage under the age of thirty, it is at least much better than before.
Just after hearing his inquiry, the old Taoist opposite him sat as motionless as a clock, his eyes slightly narrowed.
From this angle, you can clearly see that the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes are trembling and his index finger is constantly tapping his knees.
Apparently he was deep in thought. It took a while.
The old Taoist exhaled, moved his eyelids, and finally opened his eyes wide. "You.
He paused.
"You should be under twenty this year?" "You entered the Nascent Soul stage last month.
"Martial arts from eighth to ninth level.
“On the whole, it’s good in a small place, but here, that’s it.
The old Taoist expression was calm and he spoke one by one.
"I, Zhang Rongfang, am the ancestral hall of the Great Dao Sect, which brings together the best from all over the world. There are many geniuses. Although your cultivation is good, it is still far from the true top.
Tianbaogong nodded.
"Thank you Master. Although I am already thirty-five, huh?" He suddenly raised his head, his eyes shocked.
"Mage."
He swallowed his saliva, a little unsure.
"How old are you just talking about? "
"Under twenty, either eighteen or nineteen." The old Taoist estimated while stroking his beard, "At this age, it's not bad.
He poured himself another glass of wine with squinting eyes and drank it all in one gulp.
"Coupled with your cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage, well, you have a good talent in literary skills. But you must guard against arrogance and impetuosity.
You know, in my Zhang Rongfang, there are as many Yuanying masters as dogs.
Walk.
It's just that many people are diligent in cultivation, don't like to see other people, and focus on practicing quietly, so you generally can't see them.
He paused and said calmly: "So don't think that you are so good. You really have to be great. Only when you truly achieve the state of returning to the void can you truly become a high-level cultivator in our Taoist teachings.
He looked leisurely and fascinated.
But at this time, Tianbaogong didn't pay any attention to the content behind it. He only felt an electric tremor that instantly spread throughout the skin of his body.
My scalp is numb, my hands are clenching unconsciously, and my legs are almost starting to shake.
Come.
finally.
Finally someone saw that he was nineteen years old!!! Tianbaogong was moved beyond words.
How long.
Since he left the Qinghe Palace, no one has recognized him at the age of nineteen.
No!
He was only eighteen at that time!
As a result, he was first recognized as twenty-five in Tan Yang, and then in his thirties.
By the time Zhang Rongfang arrived, he was almost forty.
"Master" Tianbaogong took a deep breath, his eyes were sincere. "Your method of elixir medicine is simply unparalleled in the world!
Even the Goddess of the Golden Wing Tower couldn't see his true age, but the old man in front of him could. Doesn't this show how awesome this person is?
"It's okay, it's okay." The old Taoist smiled slightly, "When it comes to medical skills, they are actually far behind my martial arts. But just for fun. Hahahaha
"Master is too humble!" Tianbaogong said from the bottom of his heart. "To be honest, many people didn't realize that I was nineteen years old before. Although I, Zhang, seem to be mature, I am really just
It looks old.
"That's the truth." The old Taoist nodded, "Boy, to be honest, you are quite to my liking.
He stroked his beard and thought for a while.
"Seeing that you have come all the way from other places to seek Taoism. Your qualifications are barely enough for me to accept a disciple as a seasoned Taoist.
"Master, please accept my disciple's bow!" Before he finished speaking, Tianbao Palace bowed his head.
Dong-dong-dong, he knocked on the floor three times.
"Well, not bad, not bad. I have understanding!" The old Taoist curled his lips with a look of satisfaction on his face.
He casually took out a purple jade plaque from his sleeve.
Carved on the jade plaque is a strange silver beast with four wings that looks like a dragon but not a dragon.
"Since you are apprenticed, this is the apprenticeship ceremony for you. Take it, remember to carry it with you, and be sure not to break it.
Tianbao Palace took over the jade tablet.
"Thank you, master, for the treasure!" he said seriously.
"Okay, okay, go ahead and practice hard. I will adjust your status and residence for you in the next few days." The old Taoist waved his hand.
"Yes, who dares to ask Master what his Taoist name is? ?" Tianbaogong suddenly remembered that he still didn't know what the Taoist name of the person in front of him was.
"The poor Taoist's name is Chongxuan." The old Taoist said with a smile.
"Chongxuan" Tianbao Palace inexplicably chews on this Taoist title, as if there is some true meaning hidden in it.
"Okay, okay, let's go down and rest. I have to continue to check the rest of the people." The old man waved his hand and said indifferently.
"This is my disciple's farewell." Tianbaogong said sincerely.
You can tell his true literary skills just by meeting him face to face. The man in front of you is definitely the top true cultivator of Taoism!
"Go ahead, go ahead." The old man nodded.
Tianbaogong stood up as ordered, bowed, exited the terrace, and went down the stairs. Following the sound of staring footsteps.
The old Taoist watched Tianbao Palace go downstairs, bowed again below, and then stayed away.
The sun shone slantingly until the back of Tianbao Palace was completely invisible. The old Taoist picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a glass gently. He looked at the wine rippling in the glass.
He took a deep breath. Then
Bang bang bang bang!
He patted his thigh vigorously and covered his mouth with one hand to prevent himself from laughing.
But the violent ups and downs of his breath made him almost unable to suppress it. "Hahahahaha! !!"
"God helps me!! God helps me, hahahaha!!!" The old man laughed wildly. His fair and fat face turned red from laughing.
He swayed around and fell limply on the edge of the futon, laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.
"A bunch of idiots! ! Nineteen-year-old Nascent Soul! ! He is still at the ninth level of martial arts!! Oh my god!!"
"Old Taoist." Suddenly, his breathing became rapid, and he couldn't breathe for a while, and his whole body was shaking.
Shaking his hands, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, opened it and poured it into his mouth. After breathing slowly, Yue Dewen calmed down.
"No, no, I'm too excited!" He didn't dare to laugh anymore. But his lips turned upward involuntarily.
"This is it." He poured out a glass of wine and took a deep breath. "Tianxing my Taoist door!
Nineteen-year-old Yuanying, nineteen-year-old Ninth Grade. He is still a genius who has fully cultivated the Taoist teachings and talismans.
At this moment, Yue Dewen's whole body seemed to be in a dream.
He felt that he might have gone crazy in wanting a genius apprentice. But...
When he came to his senses in a daze, the scene just now made him understand that everything was true.
"God bless" "God bless
brush!
Amidst wild laughter, he disappeared from the terrace in an instant.
Only the empty white jade wine glass was left, and a completely empty blue and white porcelain wine pot with golden pine patterns.
A drop of light red wine slowly dripped down the spout of the wine flask. Snap.