A trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, and a seductive body appeared in Zhang Daoran's mind.

Shaking his head and shaking this influence out of his mind, Zhang Daoran quietly recited the secret of purifying his heart and suppressed the restlessness in his heart. The heavenly thunder is coming, and the ordinary Taoist robe on Mengxi's body is naturally difficult to resist the heavenly thunder and turns into powder.

Just like the treatment of Li Daniu at the beginning, after the baptism of thunder, Li Daniu's last clothes are gone.

At the beginning, Zhang Daoran didn't think so much about saving people. It wasn't until the spell was cast that it was too late. At the moment when Mengxi hadn't opened his eyes, he brought Mengxi into the chaotic world, and used the chaotic qi to condense a Dao robe.

Of course, this matter cannot be admitted. Zhang Daoran didn't lie, and coughed a little embarrassedly: "The heavenly thunder baptizes, and everything is created." Poor Dao also discovered that the Taoist robe on his nephew's body had changed. It's like a fairy catastrophe, with earth-shaking changes. The Taoist robe on the nephew's body is invulnerable, and the sword is difficult to use, and it has become a magic weapon. ”

"Magic weapon?"

Mengxi was skeptical of what he said to Zhang Daoran. Mengxi experienced the baptism of thunder at the beginning, but his consciousness was still awake. As a cultivator, you can't be wrong about that feeling.

Looking at Zhang Daoran's embarrassed expression, Mengxi smiled: "Poor Dao believes in Zhang Zhenren, not the kind of person who doesn't pay the bill." ”

Zhang Daoran's body shook, and his expression was a little stunned.

"The sword is poorly accepted, but the method of controlling the flying sword will still have to ask Zhang Zhenren for advice when the time comes. ”

Mengxi turned out the long sword, flicked his fingers lightly, and there was a low sound of the dragon chanting Qingyue, and secretly said a good sword. Take it in your hand and look at it carefully, and you can't put it down.

Zhang Daoran breathed a sigh of relief, and his mind moved, and he came to another place. There is a folding fan floating in the air, and beyond that, there is only one token.

Putting it away, it went to two other places, only a long sword, and nothing else.

The mind spread throughout the entire formation, and when he found that the trapped people were completely annihilated, Zhang Daoran withdrew the formation. The fairyland-like world disappeared in an instant. Mengxi was studying the long sword, and in a trance, he found that he was already standing in a quaint Taoist temple.

Zhang Daoran stood beside him, and there was an old Taoist in front of him.

The old Taoist was about seventy or eighty years old, with white hair and a patchy old woman. Muddy eyes, when I saw Zhang Daoran, my cloudy eyes flashed a little in the night.

"What a fairy couple!"

The old Taoist couldn't help but exclaim, Zhang Daoran was tall, and although his appearance was not very handsome, he was also well-defined and very handsome. The whole person has a dusty temperament, and there seems to be an aura on the body in the night, as if the gods descended to earth and the immortals came to the world.

Mengxi next to Zhang Daoran is a rare beauty in the secular world. Tall, fat and decent. Coupled with the realm of the condensation of the souls of man and earth, the baptism of heavenly thunder, there is also a feeling that the heavenly fairy is just like this.

The old Taoist elder frowned slightly, and his face was full of gratitude: "Thank you and your wife for your help, slaying demons and demons!" ”

Zhang Daoran frowned slightly, the old Taoist priest was wishful thinking, where are they a couple?

"Poor Dao Zhang Daoran, the island in the middle of the lake cultivates. This is the nephew of the poor Taoist, Mengxi. ”

The old Taoist elder frowned slightly, and hurriedly said: "It turned out that it was Zhang Zhenren in person, and he was disrespectful and disrespectful. Lao Dao was impressed by Zhang Zhenren and Mengdao's demeanor, and he admired him for a moment, and his words were insincere, and his words were wrong, forgive me. ”

Mengxi's face was indifferent, but his eyes were full of smiles.

Zhang Daoran didn't blame: "Don't blame those who don't know, An Daoyou, Fenglingguan is in disrepair, located in a remote area, and Daoyou is old, have you ever thought about moving away from here and cultivating elsewhere?"

An Yiquan was a little moved, it was obvious that Zhang Daoran intended to move out of this place by himself at this time, and maybe even move to Huxin Island.

There was some silence, An Yiquan shook his head: "Daoist friends, old Daoist hearts understand." Lao Dao himself understands his own business, and there is not much time left before feathering. The poor Dao can't enter the Dao, and you can't cultivate, so don't disturb the Taoist friends to cultivate. Poor Dao decades ago, there were a few disciples, these disciples later went to the secular world, and they were kind to repay their kindness, and they would come back several times a year, and the old Dao life could be safe. ”

An Yiquan Dao Chang, looking at the Taoist temple, with a strong reluctance on his face: "Lao Dao has been seventy-eight years since he went up the mountain at the age of three and began to follow his master to cultivate. It's hard to leave your homeland, it's hard to leave your homeland......"

Zhang Daoran was silent, and Zhang Daoran could understand it. Just like now, if someone invites Zhang Daoran to move the Taoist temple away from the island in the middle of the lake, Zhang Daoran is reluctant.

Taking out a pill, Zhang Daoran said: "Fellow Daoist, this pill is called the Pill for Washing the Pulp and Removing Diseases, although it is not an elixir, it can also get rid of Daoyou's physical diseases and rebuild vitality. It is still possible to prolong life. ”

An Yiquan did not refuse this time, his face was full of joy: "Thank you!"

Take the pill, do you want to swallow it directly into your stomach.

"Goo-Goo......

But in a moment, An hurriedly rushed into the toilet with a full stomach.

When An Yiquan walked out of the latrine, his white hair and beard were already gray. His cloudy eyes were a little brighter, and the wrinkles on his face disappeared a lot. And Zhang Daoran and Mengxi disappeared.

......

"The heart is like water, and the mind is clear. The heart and sword are one, and the cape is ......"

In the air, Zhang Daoran did not rush back, but drove the auspicious clouds and floated slowly in the air. Next to him, Mengxi staggered and stepped on the flying sword and flew in front. Zhang Daoran said the secret in his mouth while guiding Mengxi to control the flying sword.

With emotion in his heart, Zhang Daoran still had some appreciation when he watched Mengxi control the flying sword: "The qualifications are good, in just half an hour, I have mastered the skills of controlling the flying sword." ”

Mengxi controlled the flying sword, becoming more and more stable, and when the sun rose in the east, Mengxi Edgeworth's flight speed was not fast, but it was already very stable.

"Real person, sit in the morning light, purple air comes from the east. Find a place to meditate and practice. ”

Mengxi asked Zhang Daoran's opinion, but landed on the top of a barren mountain with a flying sword.

Zhang Daoran was helpless, and also landed on the top of the mountain and sat cross-legged. Close your eyes and cultivate, and the purple qi comes from the east.

When the sun fully rose, Zhang Daoran opened his eyes, stood up, looked around the sky with his eyes, and muttered in his mouth: "Greed does not die, and the Dao heart is difficult to peace." It is difficult to advance in cultivation, and the realm is misguided. ”

The auspicious clouds under Zhang Daoran's feet slowly rose, and as soon as he reached the air, a sword light flashed, and Mengxi had already piloted the flying sword and flew to the front: "Real person, it takes a lot of aura to control the flying sword, I'll follow you." ”

Zhang Daoran nodded, Mengxi's thoughts Zhang Daoran instantly understood. Mengxi did this, not wanting to show off his ability to control flying swords, nor did he have the intention of showing off in front of his peers.

Of course, lest some people have unstable moralistic intentions, are greedy for merit, and accidents may occur.

When Xiangyun came to the sky above the Immortal Temple, the Immortal Audience was all within the Taoist Temple. When they saw the two figures above the auspicious clouds, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Fengchen Daochang's lips trembled, and his face was full of joy: "Zhang Daoyou really means to the sky, and Mengxi's nephew can be safe." ”

Zhang Daoran's eyes glanced at everyone, and a smile appeared on his face. Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Yifang came to Zhang Daoran and knelt on the ground with a pop: "The disciple's selfish thoughts have caused many injuries to the people on Huxin Island. Disciple Zhang Fangfang, but please punish the master ......"