"Lu Dao Chief, the poor Dao is the ......"

Seeing the person who came, Peng Daoming clenched his fists and arched his hand slightly, and then turned his gaze away. Lu Jing has a light personality, speaks little, and hardly speaks to people. Peng Daoming knew that he couldn't get a response when he talked to her, so he simply shifted his target and said to Lu Zhen, who had just stopped him: "All the Dao of Longhu Mountain are all right, since the master and nephew have spoken, the poor Dao will naturally not refuse." ”

Compared with Lu Jing, the master, Lu Zhen, as a disciple, has a lively personality and is very loved by the elders of Longhu Mountain.

"No need......

Lu Jing just replied lightly, her footsteps did not stop, and continued to walk forward.

Peng Daoming felt a little embarrassed and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Compared with the Qingzhai Daoan of the Shenxiao faction, the distance between the Qingwei faction and here is farther, a hundred miles away. When they came, the vehicle could easily sit away from the disciples of the Qingwei Sect, and there were a total of nine people from the Shenxiao Sect, and they could barely sit down if they squeezed it. Qingzhai Dao'an six Kun Dao, if you come again, the Qingwei sect disciples can only wait here, and after sending the Shenxiao sect disciples and Qingzhai Dao's Kun Dao can go back.

In this way, it will be very late to return to the slight Taoist sect.

Peng Daoming was willing to send Zhang Daoran, but Qingzhai Daoan was just in the way of face. Lu Jing refused to take the car, and Peng Daoming would not persuade him.

"I'm going to walk back..."

Lu Zhen sighed lightly, the distance of thirty miles is not close, and it is impossible to walk in two or three hours.

"Excuse me Uncle Peng...... Lu Zhen knew his master's character, so he had to catch up, and when he passed by Zhang Daoran's side, Lu Zhen stopped and hesitated slightly and said, "Zhang Zhenren should be careful......

Lu Zhen's ambiguous words, Peng Daoming subconsciously thought that Lu Zhen was reminding Zhang Daoran to be careful of what he was doing, and after thinking about it, he understood the meaning of Lu Zhen's words. As the leader of the world's Daomen, Zhengyi has been challenged by Zhang Daoran alone.

is not in his position, not seeking his own government, Peng Daoming sighed in his heart: "I hope the Heavenly Master will not be confused." ”

Zhang Daoran has already convinced all the Taoist priests, if the Heavenly Master's Mansion calculates Zhang Daoran, I am afraid that the gains outweigh the losses, and winning over is the wisest choice.

"You can all see it, how can the poor Dao not understand?" Zhang Daoran didn't care, his cultivation was successful, the Dao magic power had become a fire, and Zhang Daoran didn't care about the ghosts and ghosts in Longhu Mountain. At the beginning, Zhang Daoyi's complex emotional fluctuations, Zhang Daoran had already seen that Zhang Daoyi had regarded himself as a threat.

"You cultivate your way, the poor way cultivates the way of the poor way, as for the change of people's hearts, the yearning for immortality, the poor way cannot be stopped. ”

For example, Peng Daoming in front of him, he didn't take himself seriously at first, but now he comes to get close, just to get a chance. The sect was established, and Zhang Daoran also wanted to go to it. If the Taoist priests in the world are desirable and regard the Sanqing View as authentic, the leader of the Taoist sect in the world, Zhang Daoran will not refuse.

Gathering the luck of the world's Daomen, the pace of cultivating immortals should be able to speed up a lot.

When the car came to the front, Zhang Yifeng hurriedly opened the door, Zhang Daoran sat in the co-pilot, Zhang Daoquan also got into the car, Zhang Yifeng, Zhang Yimao, and Zhang Yiming followed and squeezed behind.

Peng Daozhen just reacted from Lu Zhen's words, and wanted to get into the same car as Zhang Daoran, but there was no chance.

The speed of the car was not fast, and when he arrived at Wang Ling Palace, Zhang Daoran went up the mountain, Peng Daoming wanted to go up the mountain, but in the end he didn't follow: "Zhang Zhang, the poor road is goodbye." When the sermon is over, the poor sermon comes back to bother. ”

Zhang Daoran didn't stop, obviously didn't want to have too much intersection with himself, he was a little stunned in his heart, and turned to leave: "I didn't have a good impression at the beginning, and I will improve more in the future." ”

"Master Peng would not have been so enthusiastic before, but this time I am afraid that it is because of Zhang Zhenren that he will be courteous. ”

Seeing the convoy leave, Zhang Yimao said softly.

The number of Qingwei factions is all true, and it has something to do with Zheng. The Qingwei sect is different from the other sects of the three sects and the six sects. The Qingwei faction has its own industry, while the Shenxiao faction relies entirely on the Heavenly Master's Mansion to survive.

In the past, the Qingwei faction had never been called Zhang Daoquan in charge, but today it is very polite.

"As long as you talk a lot, talk about the elders behind your back, go back and draw a hundred divine thunder talismans. Turning around and walking towards the Taoist temple, Zhang Daoquan whispered: "It's time to apply for a vehicle from the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and it's very convenient to go back and forth." ”

......

After dinner, Zhang Daoran closed the door and entered the gray space with a thought: "Three thousand six hundred and ninety-six silk threads of luck, I don't know what kind of magical power can be inherited." ”

This sermon can be said to have gained a lot. In the state of listening, each person unconsciously contributes two threads of luck. At the end of the sermon, the Taoist priests asked each of them to contribute a thread of luck once again.

Coupled with the remaining dozen or so silk threads of luck, Zhang Daoran has expectations for this preaching of "Huang Ting Jing".

Before coming to "Huang Tingjing", the pages of the book had already turned a new page, Zhang Daoran looked down, and a flower entered the world of pages in front of him. A white-haired and white-bearded old man, walking leisurely on the mountain road, every step out, but more than half a meter, the strange thing is that the old Taoist appeared a hundred meters away. The old Taoist walked faster and faster, and finally took a light step for thousands of meters......

The old Taoist turned his head and smiled, turned into a streamer, and entered Zhang Daoran's mind, and a piece of information came: "One step across yin and yang, close to the end of the world." The land can be reduced into inches, and there are gods on the land. ”

"Shrink the ground into inches?!"

Zhang Daoran had no sadness or joy on his face, and carefully digested this piece of information. The footsteps involuntarily stepped out, and the figure was already ten meters away. Zhang Daoran walked more and more smoothly, and the last step was hundreds of meters!

"This is the biggest limit, and it should be cultivated insufficiently, and it is difficult to reach the end of the world. ”

Zhang Daoran was a little happy in his heart and breathed a sigh of relief. During this time, Zhang Daoran got either calligraphy or music, and he thought that there would be no more inheritance of supernatural powers, but now this concern has disappeared.

There was a burst of repulsion on the page, and Zhang Daoran's eyes were full of flowers, and he had already reached the outside of the page. "Huang Tingjing" has automatically turned to the next page, and there is a suction force from the page, and Zhang Daoran has entered a new page again. An old Taoist sat cross-legged, and a faint shadow flashed behind him.

Zhang Daoran involuntarily sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and the spiritual platform was clear for a while.

The old Taoist who was sitting cross-legged turned into a ray of light and entered Zhang Daoran's body. Zhang Daoran's figure was scattered for a while, just like thousands of Zhang Daoran figures, overlapping and overlapping together, making people dazzled.

"Merit becomes luck, and exercise condenses people's souls. Heaven, earth and man are three talents, and they can become gods when they get together. The yin soul leads to the avenue, and the yang god understands the world. Yin and Yang are blending on the day, cultivating immortals and cultivating the true ......"

A sentence of obscure truth, Zhang Daoran is clear. When he opened his eyes, there was a hint of clarity on his face: "Have you condensed people's souls?"

The human soul, the earth soul, the heavenly soul, the three souls are condensed, the three talents are one, and the Yin God is achieved, and he is known as the land immortal. The yang god is condensed, sitting cross-legged at home, and the primordial god travels in the world. At this time, it can be called a half-immortal, yin and yang condense, and the immortal primordial god is achieved, and only then can he step into the road of cultivating immortals.

"The road to poverty is still a long way to go......."