Looking at Mengxi, who was deep in thought, Zhang Daoran shook his head and continued his work of carving stones.

Indeed, in the Sanqing Concept, now carrying water and drawing water, Chu Yimeng will use Taoism. Walk by shrinking the ground into inches, and sometimes simply fly directly with the sword. Zhang Daoran did not object to these.

As cultivators, Chu Yimeng and the others were actually right. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and only by continuous use can we be proficient. After becoming proficient, you will find your shortcomings.

However, Zhang Daoran still felt that something was wrong, and the original intention of strictly prohibiting Edgeworth from flying was also for this reason in the first place.

"Maybe it's because of the limitation of cultivation, some people can experience this, and some people can't. Zhang Daoran sighed, the reason why he has this feeling is the reason for his mood, perhaps because of the reason for the realm of cultivation: "Cultivation lies in personal perception, not in what others do, we learn to do it." It's just that in the process of smelling, we need to understand some truths. ”

Mengxi was stunned, and his face was full of thoughtful expressions.

"Real person, I'll carve it......"

Mengxi seemed to want to find that feeling, and took the hammer and chisel from Zhang Daoran's hand: "How many stones do you need?"

"Sanqingguan, Qingzhai Daoan, Fengchen Temple, Xianguan, Yin-Yang Temple, these Taoist temples all need to lay mustard seed space, and each mustard seed space needs one hundred and eight stones......"

Mengxi took over the work of chiseling stones, but Zhang Daoran himself stood up and walked down the hillside with his hands behind his back: "Master Mengxi, since you want to experience the feeling of doing it yourself, the work of carving stones will be handed over to you." If you're feeling too slow, you can use the supernatural ......"

The corners of Zhang Daoran's mouth curled, and he walked directly down the hillside.

This is a kind of playful mentality, Mengxi has a cold face all day long, not only that, as the sect master and uncle, Mengxi has never called himself uncle. Zhang Daoran can directly ignore this point, the mustard seed space itself is the application of the rules and regulations, the stone is just a burning talisman, which is an inevitable material needed by the formation, and the mustard seed space is not needed.

And the most important point, Mengxi's life is vague, and he was able to observe Mengxi's past and future at the beginning. I don't know why, as my cultivation realm becomes more and more profound, Mengxi's life is becoming more and more incomprehensible.

Mystery is revealed everywhere, and variables are everywhere.

Mengxi is usually cold, Zhang Daoran doesn't know if Mengxi's heart is difficult to open, so it is difficult for him to peek into Mengxi's inner thoughts, so he can't observe Mengxi's past and future.

Zhang Daoran's mind is all on Mengxi, as long as Mengxi's mind fluctuates at this moment, Zhang Daoran will try to capture Mengxi's inner thoughts, so as to deduce Mengxi's life.

Pity......

Mengxi was a little stunned except for that moment, and then began to chisel stones. It seems that there is no fluctuation in the heart, the number of lives is still difficult to peep, and the past and future are still difficult to deduce.

"Strange thing... It's weird......"

Zhang Daoran frowned: "It's still hard to peep......"

The fate is difficult to break, the past life and the present life are difficult to understand, Zhang Daoran has observed for several years, but he still feels hazy, he can't see it really, or he has nothing to gain. With his hands behind his back, Zhang Daoran looked up at the starry sky: "I really don't know how this kind of person will be ...... in the future."

Since ancient times, people with this kind of fate are either the lords of the world or the sages of the world, who come to save the heavens and the earth, and are blessed by the way of heaven and are not snooped on by the world. People with this kind of fate will inevitably encounter many disasters in their lives, and they will inevitably have a rough life.

However, in the past few years, Mengxi has suffered from the Wengu earthquake, and now he is safe and sound, and there is no tribulation.

"This is strange..."Zhang Daoran deduced the number of days, and everything seemed to be presented in his heart: "Heaven and earth are peaceful, there is no tribulation, no disaster... And this peaceful and prosperous world doesn't need any people with destiny......"

Zhang Daoran looked at the starry sky for a long time, and finally retracted his gaze.

"What was he thinking?"

Mengxi, who was chiseling stones, curiously glanced at the place that was not very far away, Zhang Daoran seemed to be integrated into the starry sky at this moment, and the whole person was originally real, but suddenly became hazy.

A real person, but like a puff of smoke, the starry sky droops, and Zhang Daoran seems to be in the starry sky. Thousands of stars, at that moment just now, seemed to emerge with countless rays of light, shrouding Zhang Daoran's body.

Zhang Daoran at this moment is like an immortal who is about to fly away, like an ordinary guest who is not dead here, and has been summoned by the heavenly realm.

Mengxi felt a tightness in his heart, and his heart seemed to be pinched by someone. It was a little difficult to breathe, and Mengxi felt that at this moment, Zhang Daoran was about to leave this world and fly to the immortal world. Leave this troubled world behind and return to the abode of the gods.

"He may have been an immortal in the first place, but he just came to this world to test and refine his heart... He's going to go back after all!"

Inexplicably, I am very reluctant in my heart, very reluctant.

Suddenly, the originally hazy and bright world fell into darkness again. At that moment, it seemed like a dream. The dream wakes up, everything disappears, the dream wakes up, everything is real.

In the distance, that figure is still there, and it seems to have returned from a distant universe, so real.

This figure looked up at the sky, and although the whole person was real, it was instantly integrated with this side of the world.

"What is he doing here?"

There are more and more doubts in his heart, Mengxi feels that Zhang Daoran must have become an immortal, and only immortals can create this ethereal and illusory feeling. Mengxi's heart was pounding: "Could it be that he has really become an immortal, and at that moment just now, he was the divine light of the heavenly realm?"

Become an immortal...

At this moment, Mengxi suddenly felt that he didn't want Zhang Daoran to become an immortal. Because once Zhang Daoran becomes an immortal, he will leave this world... Since then, there has been little news, and we may never see each other again.

"Becoming an immortal... Is it really good?"

Mengxi muttered, forgetting to chisel the stone.

Ask yourself, Mengxi had a strong pursuit in his heart at the beginning, that is, immortality, that is, to become an immortal. Like all people in the world, everyone knows that immortality and becoming a god are a kind of freedom, and they will no longer be subject to any constraints...

The emperors of the past dynasties were also pursuing immortality. The word Chengxian is in the Sanqing Temple, in the island in the middle of the lake, when it becomes possible......

Now, Mengxi's strong heart gradually faded.

Mengxi has been thinking about whether it makes sense to become an immortal, or whether it is more comfortable to be a Hongchen Escapee.

Suddenly, the figure in front of him disappeared, and under the gaze of his own eyes, it slowly became illusory and slowly disappeared. Turned into a starry sky and turned into a wisp of green smoke.

Suddenly, a figure beside him slowly condensed, gradually forming a familiar figure to the bones, Mengxi subconsciously asked, "You have been... Have you become an immortal?"

The people around him shook their heads, and suddenly smiled: "Dreams are dreams, waking up from dreams is real, waking up from dreams is like illusions... True and false, the number of lives is incomplete. The starry sky is like me, I am like the starry sky, melt into the heaven and the earth, and the heaven and the earth are in the body......"

Mengxi didn't understand, he looked at the figure in front of him a little blankly, and it was like a dream again and again, not only him, but also the surrounding environment, which became like a dream, so unreal......