"What is this place?"

The middle-aged cultivator was really panicked, this was a strange space. The area is not large, only less than 10 square meters. The surroundings look gray, but when you stretch out your hand, it feels like an invisible wall, horizontal in front of you, and you can't see it with your eyes.

"Could it be that the woman just now turned out to be a cultivator? Beside that woman, is there a formation? With a slight pounce, the seat touched the formation and trapped the seat in the formation?"

The middle-aged cultivator had a lot of guesses, but now, he couldn't be sure if his guess was correct.

......

"Alas......"

Secretly, Zhang Daoran sighed: "You are just an evil demon outsider, and the poor way is not killing you now, in order to promote the development of the chaotic world." In the future, the poor road will naturally take your life......"

In the chaos, that middle-aged cultivator, Zhang Daoran didn't bother to pay attention to it.

His eyes fell on the trembling woman in the corner, and Zhang Daoran shook his head helplessly. The clothes on this woman's body were in tatters, and it was obvious that before, in the face of the middle-aged Xiuzhen's flutter, she made a strong resistance.

The woman's eyes were dull at this time, her expression was numb, and she seemed to be wondering where the middle-aged Xiuzhen had gone just now. Why did she disappear suddenly, the woman was still unable to move at this time, and could only look around in horror.

Zhang Daoran, who was in a state of invisibility, did not show up, and said secretly in his heart: "Your son will inevitably become rich in the future, and you have done good deeds all over the world, and the gossip outside will eventually slowly dissipate...... You also forgot what happened just now, which is the best compensation for you......"

A trace of strange energy fell on the woman's body.

The woman who was originally stunned and frightened suddenly stood up: "What's wrong with me? How can my clothes be so tattered?"

The woman frowned, as if everything just now had been erased by Zhang Daoran: "I should be cooking, Xiaochuang should also go home from school......"

......

Walking out of the mountains, Zhang Daoran walked forward aimlessly. Most of the extraterritorial cultivators are gathered in famous mountains and rivers, such as Songshan Mountain, such as Laoshan Longhu Mountain...... Zhang Daoran was heading to the southeast at this time, which was the direction of Laoshan Mountain.

"Extraterritorial cultivation does not cultivate the Fa, but only seeks the strength of strength, but the cultivation of the state of mind is far from enough. The cultivators that the poor Dao has seen are quite good, but there are very few...... Why are cultivators like robbers, like demons?"

Zhang Daoran thought about these questions as he walked forward: "These extraterritorial cultivators, so far, the poor Dao has not seen any cultivators who can cultivate divine souls. ”

"Huh?"

As soon as this idea fell, Zhang Daoran sensed the front, and there was a faint flickering of the law, connecting the heavens: "There are cultivators who are breaking through?"

Ten kilometers ahead, Zhang Daoran saw a Taoist temple. This trace of the power of the law came from within this Taoist temple. When Zhang Daoran approached this Taoist temple, the fluctuations of the laws in the Taoist temple had disappeared.

An old, slightly dilapidated Taoist temple appears in front of you.

The Taoist temple has no name, and even the courtyard walls are somewhat damaged. Several houses, some of which collapsed. Zhang Daoran saw an old man who was over the age of old, wearing an ochre yellow robe, with a wooden hairpin on top of his head, and five strands of beard fluttering, also opened his eyes at this time.

"Which Taoist friend is visiting?"

The old Taoist suddenly asked in a loud voice, and his voice spread all over a radius of ten miles.

Zhang Daoran, who was invisible, had a trace of surprise on his face: "Found a poor way?"

As the realm of cultivation becomes deeper and deeper, Zhang Daoran himself now does not know what kind of realm his cultivation realm is in the path of cultivation or in the cultivation of truth. If you just say that Zhang Daoran is a pure cultivation realm, it is just the peak of the primordial god, the realm of chaos.

It's just that Zhang Daoran has seen a few cultivators at the peak of the Yuan Shen, and they are still easily killed or arrested by Zhang Daoran, without much effort.

"This is the first cultivator in these years to be able to sense the existence of the poor path. ”

As soon as Zhang Daoran's mind moved, he was about to appear. For this kind of cultivator, Zhang Daoran had the idea of wanting to talk about the Tao. Just as his mind moved, Zhang Daoran stopped again. I saw that outside the dilapidated small Taoist temple, a young man who was only sixteen or seventeen years old came out of the secret place: "Master, he is a disciple, not a Taoist friend." ”

"Tasting, you little slippery head. Or are you so frizzy, and you can already run Zhou Tian by passing on your exercises?"

The doubts on the old Dao elder's face dissipated, and a kind of helplessness emerged: "If you don't practice well, you will regret it in the future." Only by practicing well can we have the opportunity to break through, and only then can we reach the highest realm and ascend to the immortal realm. ”

"Master... Disciple now... I don't want to cultivate immortals yet......"

The young man had a kind of dodge on his face, and he felt uncomfortable all over his body.

"Bastard...... "The old Taoist elder shouted: "Cultivating the Tao for immortality, the mind is through the heavens and the earth... The purpose of cultivating is to be at ease, but you are worried about the red dust. If this continues, how can we cultivate the Tao?"

The young man sensed the abnormality of the situation, and put away his grinning expression: "Disciple... There is an old mother in the disciple's family......"

"Hey..."The old Taoist sneered: "Your mother is only thirty-seven years old this year, and she has already remarried. You're alone now, mingling in the flowers. If it hadn't been for the poor way to save you, you would have been beaten to death a long time ago... Do you think it's worth it for you to give up your cultivation and immortality?"

"Disciple..."

The young man named Tasting changed his face: "Master, how do you know everything? Why don't I know that you saved me?"

"Of course you don't know... What you think in your heart, you will understand it when you pinch your fingers, and you will understand it clearly, you can't hide anything from Poor Dao. As for when I saved you, you were so drunk that you were able to sleep in the hotel that night, do you think the world is full of good Samaritans?"

The young man tasted a little embarrassed.

"You are still young, nostalgic for the red dust, how can you meditate?" The old Taoist leader's face became serious: "From today onwards, you will follow the poor Dao, cultivate here, and wait until the poor Dao cultivates to the realm, and then go further, you will be able to find a way to the Azure Star, and you will be able to return to the world with rich aura." ”

"Zhang Daoran, the island in the middle of the poor lake, came to visit, please see the ...... of Taoist friends"

The master and apprentice were talking, and Zhang Daoran's voice came.

The old Taoist chief's face was shocked, and he was a little strange at random: "No wonder the poor Dao sensed it just now, and then disappeared, it turned out that there were really people peeping around." ”

"Poor Dao Tianjizi, please come forward to see... The place of cultivation is simple, please don't blame the Taoist friends. ”

The old Taoist is called Tianjizi, and you will know the meaning of Tianjizi when you listen to the name. Deriving the way of heaven and deducing the past and the future.

Zhang Daoran's figure appeared in front of the dilapidated Taoist temple with an indifferent smile on his face: "I didn't expect that in addition to the poor Dao, there are also Taoist friends condensed by the Yuan Shen in this world......

"Poor Daoist Zhang Daoran, cultivating the Sanqingguan of Huxin Island in Qi Province, and having seen Taoist friends...... Don't blame you for your rash visit. ”

Zhang Daoran approached the Taoist temple and hugged his fists.

A trace of surprise flashed in Tianjizi's eyes, and he stepped towards Zhang Daoran, and returned a salute with a fist: "It turned out to be Zhang Zhenren, who has been famous for a long time! Zhang Zhenren is invited to enter, Poor Dao has wanted to go to the island in the middle of the lake several times, but the formation of Daoyou is too weird, and Poor Dao has been trapped several times... Today, we must explore the avenue to comfort our lives. ”