In the immortal view of the fairy island, he did not feel deserted because of the first day of living. The cultivators of the island in the middle of the lake gathered to see the immortal view, and it was very lively.

The head of the Fengchen Dao was invited, the head of the road Lu Jing, the head of the Qingling Zi Dao, the Kun Daoists of the Qingzhai Dao Nunnery, plus You Yixiu, saw that the immortal view was very lively. However, the old wolf did not come, and no one cared where he went.

However, the big eagle and the little eagle appeared in the Xianguan and became the object of many Kundao teasing.

Seeing the immortal temple, Zhang Daoran and other elders gathered around the stone table on the east side of the courtyard of the Taoist temple to discuss the Taoist method and discuss the technique. Even though Daoist Lu Jing and Daoist Ling Zi were unable to cultivate, they still had their own understanding of the Dao, and from time to time they would speak scriptures that made Zhang Daoran ponder.

In the courtyard gate, the younger generation of disciples gathered together and did not discuss the Dao. The big eagle and the little eagle are very godlike horses, and they don't have the feared ferocity of the big dragon and old wolf, and they love them very much.

Lu Zhen and Zhang were busy in the kitchen, and You Yixiu helped wash the dishes, chopsticks and vegetables. Mengxi was also in the kitchen, cooking colorful and fragrant meals, which shocked Zhang Yifang and Lu Zhen: "Senior sister, you cook a good dish, this is the first time you have shown your ability." ”

Mengxi had a cold personality, and he also showed a smile at this time: "Poor Dao has lived alone since he was in junior high school, and Poor Dao's parents are artists and painters, and they have cultivated Poor Dao's independence at a very young age. At that time, I didn't understand it, but later when I went to high school and college, I could not only eat delicious meals and enter society, but also take care of myself. ”

The smile on his face disappeared suddenly, and a trace of pain flashed in Mengxi's eyes.

The Wengu earthquake, the disappearance of his parents, and the unknown life and death, there has been no news so far. Mengxi can guess that his parents have returned to the underworld......

Zhang Yifang has been living on the streets since he was a child, and was later brought back to Sanqingguan by Zhang Daoran and embarked on the road of cultivation. Lu Zhen was adopted by Lu Jingdao since she was a child, and she has no direct concept of her parents. Yes, I can't understand Mengxi's mood at the moment. I didn't know how to comfort me, so I could only be silent.

In the silence, everyone was busy, and the meal was served.

"Master, uncle, today's meal, Senior Sister and I are just helping out, and Senior Sister Mengxi is performing alone...... Zhang Yifang put the last dish on the table and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that Senior Sister Mengxi still has such good cooking skills." ”

The elders of the Huxin Island Sect sat at the stone table, looking at the food with all the colors and flavors, and Daoist Lu Jing was the most surprised: "Mengxi actually has such a skill, in the future, Lu Zhen will leave Qingzhai Dao'an, and Poor Dao will not be troubled by the lack of delicious food..."

The life of monasticism is very boring, and like ordinary people, eating, drinking, sheltering, and traveling are indispensable. And delicious food, on the path of monasticism, is undoubtedly a yearning.

The crowd congratulated and began to eat.

Sure enough, Mengxi's cooking skills are no worse than Lu Zhenzhang's side, and even have a different flavor, a strong Sichuan cuisine style.

The crowd who ate the meal nodded frequently and praised it. After the meal, Zhang Yifang and the others finished cleaning up, and everyone did not disperse. Hengkong even smiled: "Daoyou said that he would not give gifts, to celebrate the housewarming of one of his nephews." And when Taoist friends come to Sanqingguan, everyone gathers, which is the best gift. ”

Zhang Daoran is undoubtedly the most important figure on the island in the middle of the lake, although Zhang Daoran did not give any gifts, but sent disciples to invite other cultivators to gather to see the immortal temple, so that the first day of the residents to see the immortal temple is very lively, this is the best gift.

When Chinese move to a new home, they will always gather with relatives and friends, so that the new home has some lively atmosphere, as the saying goes, gathering popularity. The implication is that the people are prosperous and the population is endless.

Zhang Daoran smiled and said nothing, Zhang Yifang was Zhang Daoran's eldest disciple after all, how could he sit back and watch Zhang Yifang move and ignore it. Glancing at everyone, Zhang Daoran smiled and said: "After all, one party is a poor Dao disciple, and now that he has split up, please ask all Taoist friends to help you in the future." ”

"Naturally, the help can't be called, the masters and apprentices of Sanqingguan are all geniuses of cultivation, they are really envious of the poor Dao..."Hengkong looked at Zhang Fangfang, who was busy, and asked: "The aura of the master and nephew is a little strange, it should have broken through to the realm of the human soul, but the aura is slightly weaker than the realm of the human soul." ”

"One side transferred to my Dao yesterday and condensed the law of water...... Zhang Daoran smiled, the disciple cultivated to a great progress, and as a teacher, he was naturally happy. As a disciple, my cultivation is constantly breaking through, and as a master, I will also feel that my face is bright. Zhang Daoran's voice was slightly dissatisfied: "One party has cultivated for five years, and it has finally made achievements. ”

Everyone felt speechless, and the chief of Fengchen Dao sighed: "Zhang Zhenren's words can be regarded as tormenting the poor Dao and others." ”

Hengkong and the others nodded, agreeing with the words of the Wind and Dust Dao Chief. Before meeting Zhang Daoran, the Wind and Dust Dao Master had just entered the Dao, and now it has been a few years, but he has just condensed people's souls. The Eternal Sky Dao Master is just a condensation of the souls of man and earth. As for Daoist Lu Jing and Daoist Qing Lingzi, he has not yet entered the Dao.

Zhang Daoran smiled bitterly, looking at Lu Jingdao's gloomy face, he wanted to comfort him, but Zhang Yifang walked over: "Master, the disciple has just moved to the Xianguan Temple, the Taoist Temple has just been named, and there is no inscription yet, and the disciple asks the master to write an inscription for the Xianguan." ”

As soon as Zhang Fangfang said this, everyone remembered that Zhang Daoran had a high attainment in the realm of calligraphy, and they all became interested: "Zhang Zhenren's calligraphy realm is quite profound, and he can see it today." ”

Zhang Daoran did not refuse Zhang Fangfang's request. Smiled: "Are the pen and paper ready?"

In the afternoon, Zhang Fang went to the town once, and there was no shortage of good brushes in the Taoist temple, and the red paper side bought a lot. He nodded and said, "The disciple is ready." ”

Everyone got up, Zhang Fang went to the room, and took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. Put a table of eight immortals in the courtyard. Everyone gathered around, full of interest.

In today's secular world, among calligraphers, Jingchen, who has the highest achievement, once studied calligraphy in Sanqingguan for three months, and is known as the calligraphy saint of the new era.

Studying for three months, there is still such an achievement, so Zhang Daoran's calligraphy...

It's not that these people haven't seen Zhang Daoran's handwriting, and now it's the first time they've seen Zhang Daoran write.

Zhang Yifang polished the ink, and the red paper was also measured, and there were more than a dozen sheets. Zhang Yifang laid out a piece of red paper, and Zhang Daoran stood in front of the table very indifferently.

Pick up the pen and start writing without thinking. Seeing the name Xianguan, Zhang Daoran already knew it. Seeing the names of several houses in Xianguan, Zhang Daoran also heard Zhang Fangfang say it. The pen falls, the words go dragon and snake, and the faint aura condenses the pen edge......

The momentum on Zhang Daoran's body changed, and a desolate aura emanated from people who felt eternal. Zhang Daoran's temperament is completely different from before, and this momentum makes people feel like they want to worship.

His eyes fell on the red paper, on the pen, on the handwriting, and the space in front of him seemed to be distorted, and he felt that the surrounding environment changed slightly. Just now, when he was still in the immortal view, he suddenly appeared in a wilderness.

The wilderness is vast and the grasslands are endless. The mountain peaks are green, and the stream is murmuring. The auspicious clouds in the sky are fluttering, and the sun is warm. Originally, it was hot and dry, but the time seemed to turn back to March. It was already dark at night, and the sun was shining at this time.

The first word, seeing that the word had just swayed and fell, and the fairy word had just been written, everyone felt that the fairy music in their ears was bursting in a moment, auspicious clouds were floating, and an immortal was floating on it. The fairy has a fluttering white beard, a strange white robe, bare feet, and holds a whisk in his hand......

See immortals, see immortals, just a few words, there is such an artistic conception!

A stroke of infinite meaning, a witness to the existence of immortals.

People don't think about where they are or where they are. I only feel that my thoughts are fluttering, my soul is sublimated, and I only feel that the whole person seems to be fluttering up, Zhang Daoran writes calligraphy, no longer just limited to paper, but every word seems to appear in the air......

Calligraphy is no longer limited to calligraphy, but a stroke of the world, a stroke of infinite artistic conception.