"Master!"

Zhang Fangfang, who had just opened his eyes, saw Zhang Daoran's face pale, his eyes were hollow, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he jumped up from the stone pier: "What's wrong with you?"

For a long time, Zhang Daoran has been like a fluttering immortal in Zhang Fang's eyes. Nothing is alarmed, and everything can be done. It seems that nothing can hide from the master, and nothing can stump the master.

Since he was taken in, he has taught Taoism and cultivation. In his heart, he was already like an immortal's master, but he was injured at this time......

After settling down, Zhang Daoran stretched out his sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Zhang Daoran looked at the sky, the sky was full of stars, but at this time it was cloudy. A trace of coercion shrouded his body.

In the sea of consciousness, the earth soul gradually dimmed and slowly dissipated under the influence of mysterious power, leaving only a vague outline. The human soul, which was originally condensed like substance, also became blurry at this time, and the shadows were full of shadows, leaving only a trace. The aura in the dantian was turbulent for a while, and it returned to its original state, but fortunately it was not affected.

In the sky, there seems to be an invisible net, covering the heavens, covering the fate, covering the sky above the Sanqingguan. Zhang Daoran felt that there seemed to be a rope on his body, which tightened his body, and it was difficult to breathe.

"......"

Suddenly, two sharp swords flew out of his head, one red and one purple piercing the air. Faintly, a voice came from his ear: "Hongchen does not refine the Dao heart, the Great Dao should exist in the world." The heavenly machine reveals that it is not a heavenly machine, and the transformation of the Tao is not a complaint. Cultivation should be fearless, and Taoist exercises cut off all roots. My way overcomes thorns and thorns, and Fang Tong Immortal Dao claims to be respected. There are 3,000 people in the Tao, so why bother cultivating the Tao and only cultivating the body......"

Two sharp swords, with every word appeared, slashed out a terrifying sword. The originally cloudy sky, the big net covering the Sanqingguan, cracks appeared, showing a glimmer of light.

When the starry sky reappeared, the invisible rope that held the body to his body disappeared.

The two sharp swords seemed to assert their presence, emitting a soft glow. Negligence submerged into Zhang Daoran's heavenly spirit from the air, and a voice as clear as Huang Zhong Dalu appeared in his heart: "The Tao is not the way of heaven in itself, and people have gods who claim to be gods." The Tao is in the red dust and in the ten thousand worlds, so why should we rely on the Tao of Heaven to exist? Heaven and earth, man, and god are all the source of the Tao, and all of them are true ...... regardless of high or low."

Zhang Daoran looked sluggish, as if he had realized something, but he didn't seem to be able to grasp it. The crack in Dao's heart is getting bigger and bigger, and the original perception in his heart slowly contradicts itself.

"Heaven and earth, man, and god all have the Tao, and all of them are true regardless of whether they are high or low... Heaven is the Tao, the earth is the Tao, man himself is the Tao, and the gods are also the Tao...... Did you go wrong in the past?

Taken the wrong way, repaired the wrong way?

There was confusion in his heart, Zhang Daoran's face turned pale, and his previous understanding of the Tao continued to clash with the voice that appeared just now.

"Poof......

Zhang Daoran opened his mouth, and a bloody sword spurted out, several meters away, his face was as pale as paper, and his voice was confused: "What is the Tao, where is the Tao?"

After experiencing the catastrophe, I just have some understanding. The Tao is conformity, balance. However, the voice that appeared just now was said in itself. Cultivating the Tao is cultivating oneself, and the Heavenly Dao is just a kind of Tao, and there is no need to cultivate it......

"Dao, what is it?"

Zhang Daoran was at war with heaven and man, and his heart was even more confused.

Since the cultivation of the Tao, the wind and water have been smooth, Zhang Daoran has never been confused, thinking that with the "Huang Ting Jing", he can go straight to the avenue and obtain immortality. Now it seems that monasticism is not as simple as it seems. Zhang Daoran tried hard to find the difference, but he felt that his eyes were foggy and he couldn't see anything.

"What are those two swords?"

This is the second time it has appeared, and the first time it has appeared, and it is also because when Dao Xin was confused, these two swords made Zhang Daoran feel something. This time, the heavenly machine blinded the three Qingguan, and the heavenly power came into the world, and there was something to do with these two nameless divine swords, cutting off the heavenly machine and driving away the heavenly power.

"Could it be that these two divine swords want to guide the poor Dao to cultivate the Sword Immortal?"

Fortunately, these two divine swords cut off Tianwei, and Zhang Yifang was not affected.

"What is the Sword Immortal cultivating? Poor Dao Cultivation is not a sword cultivator......"

In this world, all kinds of scenes emerge in front of me. There is no longer any information left in this life, Sanqingguan is still Sanqingguan, but twenty-two years ago, Sanqingguan Qingyun Daoist took back a child. Qingyun Dao Chang raised this child until he was nineteen years old, but due to illness, he was left with Zhang Daoran to practice alone. Zhang Daoran went to school in the mortal world until he graduated from high school. Qingyun Dao Chang feathered, and then returned to the Taoist Temple. It's just that Qingyun Daochang didn't have much left, Zhang Daoran's life was unsustainable, and he persisted for a year and a half......

"Sanqingguan is not a ......," Zhang Daoran muttered: "The identity information has been clear......

All kinds of past things continue to flash in my heart, from the moment when the heavens were blinded and the heavens came to the world, every thing Zhang Daoran experienced appeared in his mind.

Wengu County preached, and You Yixiu leaked the heavenly machine. Leaving Sanqingguan, the lake dialogues. Then I went to the Sanqingguan sermon and slowly played it back......

In the Taoist temple, the appearance of two divine swords, one red and one purple, Zhang Yifang did not see it. Sanqingguan was originally clear in the sky, the starry sky was dotted with stars, and suddenly it was cloudy, and suddenly it returned to clarity. Zhang Yifang looked at Zhang Daoran sitting cross-legged on the stone pier, his face confused, and his face changed. The mouth opens and closes, and he says something wonderful.

Suddenly, Zhang Daoran fell to the ground from the stone pier......

"Master!"

Zhang Fang was shocked and inexplicable, and hurriedly went to help ......

And in front of the Sanqingguan Gate, You Yixiu and Hengkong had just returned to the Sanqingguan. Hengkong looked at You Yixiu, whose face was a little older with a wisp of gray hair and a wisp of gray hair at the foot of the mountain, seemed to be forty or fifty years old when he reached the top of the mountain from the foot of the mountain.

You Yixiu, who was originally less than the age of a sixtieth year, became an eighty or ninety-year-old man in just half an hour......

Just about to ask, he had already arrived in front of the Taoist temple and heard Zhang Fangfang's exclamation. Walking into the courtyard, I saw Zhang Daoran lying on the ground, and Zhang Yifang was about to help Zhang Daoran.

"Fellow Daoist!"

"Master!"

The blood at the corners of his mouth had not been wiped away, Zhang Daoran's face was pale, and his breathing was like nothing.

"Master, what's wrong?"

You Yixiu's face was full of worry, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"The heavenly machine is leaked, the heavenly power is descended, and the punishment appears... A cultivator's nephew is out of the fairy fate, and he is forty or fifty years old. And Zhang Daoyou should have been severely punished because of this leakage of heavenly secrets......"

Hengkong raised his head: "Just now the Sanqingguan was cloudy, and the sky was majestic, presumably it was the heavenly punishment......"

You Yixiu was stunned: "It's the poor road that has affected the master!"

"Groan... Hiss..."

Suddenly, a black shadow fell from the sky, and black light appeared on its body. It was the old dragon who appeared in front of the Taoist temple, and the black mist in the old dragon's eyes was full of fierce light. With a flick of the tail, the gate of Sanqingguan collapsed......

The lantern-like eyes stared at Zhang Youyi for a long time, then turned to leave......

......

"What is the Tao, what is the Tao?"

Zhang Daoran had just fallen unconscious, felt heavy eyelids, and muttered in his mouth.

"The Tao is money, the Tao is persistence, the Tao is fame and fortune, and the Tao is fantasy. Everything that cannot be obtained is the way... Professor, Xiao Ranzi has woken up......"

A slightly teasing voice sounded in my ears, a long-awaited, familiar voice came. Zhang Daoran felt a dreamlike feeling, slowly opened his eyes, it was pitch black in front of him, and slowly the figure was full, and the three heads shook in front of him.

Slowly, the person in front of him saw clearly, and Zhang Daoran felt a little unreal: "Professor Liao... Xiao Meng, Xiao Huang ......"

He turned his head hard, his eyes were white, and he still had an oxygen inhaler on his mouth.

"This is the ...... of the hospital" Zhang Daoran instantly had a complicated mood: "Poor Dao is back again?"