In the Sanqing view, Zhang Daoran opened his eyes.

This time of enlightenment, although Zhang Daoran did not gain much, he also broke through a small realm. It's just that now, his own realm has been blurred, since he cultivated into a primordial god and opened up the world of knowing the sea, Zhang Daoran feels that he has broken through at least a dozen small realms.

The specific realm, in the inheritance, is difficult to locate, to say that according to the current realm, Zhang Daoran has at least achieved the realm of immortals, which is at least three realms higher than those who have just entered the immortal realm...

However, his current cultivation realm is still only the realm of heaven and earth, that is, the realm of cultivators and primordial gods.

"Cultivation is difficult, maybe there is no so-called immortal in the first place... In other words, the realm of cultivation above the primordial god realm itself has no definition..."

He had communicated with the Heavenly Dao, but the Heavenly Dao of this world was inferior to the real world, and what made Zhang Daoran speechless was that the Heavenly Dao of this world was incomplete...

Generally speaking, the Heavenly Dao is the Forty-Nine Heavenly Dao. But this world is far inferior.

Zhang Daoran also understood why every time he preached, Tiandao would come to join in the fun... I also understand why the Heavenly Dao didn't erase these cultivators when the foreign cultivators came to the earth.

"The path of cultivation is already ethereal, and to follow the footprints of the Tao, you still need to understand it yourself..."

From the Heavenly Dao, it is already difficult to comprehend the rules of the law. Zhang Daoran caught a trace of enlightenment from Mengxi's words: "What is the Tao?"

It is a very sparse and ordinary sentence, but in a special time stage and a special environment, there is always a flash of inspiration, and I grasp a trace of understanding: "The Tao is in the heart, and the heart is the Tao..."

Tao is the rule, the Tao is the law, the Tao is the self, the Tao is nature... Although the Tao of Enlightenment has been a few years old, every time I visit the Tao of Enlightenment, the Tao is as fickle as the Monkey King, and it is difficult to have a fixed form.

"Mengxi's current cultivation is too fast..."

Originally, Mengxi's cultivation realm was just stepping into the Yang God realm, and there was a gap compared to Zhang Yi's equation and one word's Yang God six-turn or even eight-turn realm. Now, Mengxi is already the pinnacle of the yang god, and there is only one opportunity left to be able to combine yin and yang, and the yin god and yang god are fused into one to form the original god...

"What power is hidden in Mengxi's body?"

Thinking about the beginning, the phantom condensed behind Mengxi made Zhang Daoran himself injured. Since his cultivation, Zhang Daoran was the only time he was injured. However, that injury made Zhang Daoran feel palpitations at the same time, but he also felt a trace of inexplicable breath.

Familiar, unfamiliar, close, distant, always with two extremes.

"Mengxi's previous life was by no means simple!"

Zhang Daoran's eyes narrowed slightly, as a cultivator, Zhang Daoran now has some things that he doesn't understand. The phantom behind Mengxi was by no means an intruder, but a primordial imprint sealed in his body before he was reincarnated!

Once you cultivate to the realm of your previous life, you will naturally awaken the memories of your past life.

"It will take time to confirm this, and now... Indulging a dream was originally to stimulate the disciples of the island in the middle of the lake to feel the urgency of cultivating, and they needed to make them constantly strengthen themselves. Now that it's open, a dream is a bit too much... If left unchecked, it will lead to lawlessness in the future..."

Zhang Daoran glanced at Mengxi, because he had a simple discussion with her once, he thought that Mengxi would not bring him insight, he was just a diaphragm to help her comprehend the realm of the primordial gods, but he didn't expect that he would realize the Tao for five days...

"I'm waking up..."

Zhang Daoran felt Mengxi's breath and muttered in his mouth.

"But this time, if you want to break through the realm of the primordial gods, you still need the precipitation of time and the precipitation of the Dao. ”

Zhang Daoran felt a trace of regret, turned his head to look at the room behind him, and realized that since he entered the Dao, he had been by his side, and he had not had a good understanding of the realm of entering the Dao. This time, the discussion between Zhang Daoran and Mengxi was regarded as a one-sided sermon, and they had a deep understanding and gained a lot, and they had already retreated and cultivated before they realized the Tao.

Time passed unconsciously, and when Mengxi just opened his eyes, Zhang Daoran said: "The reason why you didn't break through the Yuanshen realm is because you lack connection with this world, and you don't have a sense of belonging to this world." And the rules of law are a little repulsive to you..."

Mengxi was stunned, he had just woken up from enlightenment, he had not broken through the realm of the Yuan Shen, and he was a little discouraged in his heart, but now he seemed to suddenly have a direction: "Thank you, Daoyou..."

For this nephew who has always refused to call himself uncle, Zhang Daoran has given up. The issue of generations between the two people has now been acquiesced to in the entire island in the middle of the lake, and there is no need to correct it.

And Mengxi is becoming more and more mysterious, not to mention the problem of the phantom. Mengxi's past and future alone, Zhang Daoran is still difficult to explore. At the beginning, I met Mengxi, and I was able to predict some of the future... Now, the past and the future are blank...

Shaking his head, Zhang Daoran said: "Fellow Daoist, Poor Dao is going to teach his disciples now, if you are interested, stay here..."

Mengxi thought for a while and nodded: "It's okay... Zhang Zhenren has great powers, and Poor Dao is also very interested, knowing how Zhang Zhenren teaches his disciples. In the future, poor people can also have some teaching experience. ”

Zhang Daoran smiled bitterly and turned around suddenly. I saw that the door of the retreat had been opened, and the exit just now did not cause any movement. It's like sleeping and waking up all of a sudden.

Ran walked out of the room, first greeted the two people, and then went to the kitchen to bring two bowls of water.

"Fellow Daoist, compared to your disciple or your child, Zhang Zhenren is not as good... It has been two months since Poor Dao came here, and so far, he has not eaten a single meal or taken a sip of water. The only time I ate a leg of mutton..."

Mengxi was rarely in a good mood, and he was not distressed because he did not break through the realm of the original gods.

Zhang Daoran smiled slightly, and in an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, auspicious appeared, flowers and plants bloomed in the yard, and trees and branches were vigorous. Zhang Daoran didn't take over this conversation, as a cultivator, now Zhang Daoran can open the valley in a short time, and Mengxi can also go without eating or drinking for three or two months...

"Poor Dao sometimes wonders, isn't there a need for the four seasons to be like spring here, is this too monotonous... Just like the flowers and plants here, the trees here are always bathed in the spring of March, so it is difficult to grow..."

Standing up, Zhang Daoran stroked the old peach tree.

"Without wind and rain, without the tempering of wind and snow, it is indeed difficult to become a material. However, this world is different, close to Taoist friends, and being able to realize the Tao every day, this is the chance. For flowers and plants, they like spring, not autumn and winter..."

Mengxi pointed to the distance: "There are no four seasons, but the spiritual materials in this world are still much better than those in the outside world." ”

Zhang Daoran's heart moved, smiled, stretched out his hand, and a door of time and space appeared: "The poor road is in the Emperor Extreme Heaven Sanqingguan, you are waiting to come to Sanqingguan..."

The gate of time and space appeared, Mengxi's eyes burned, looking at the gate of time and space, this is like a miracle-like means, he also needs to use the key of time and space refined by Zhang Daoran, otherwise the space here, he will not be able to shake it at all.

Looking at the fluctuating gate of time and space, a few figures appeared, Mengxi secretly said in his heart: "The path of cultivation, the poor path is still a long way compared to him..."