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Zhong Zhen said that her experience was extremely miserable, and Lu Jinyu felt very curious after a while, but began to ask questions.

In the end, Zhong Zhen was very impatient, "Stop, stop, ask so much what to do." Now that you're all right, let's hurry up and get some food. ”

The lame man was not done, but Meng Laibao and Xiao Cheng had been on guard for a while, staring at an alchemy furnace.

The dish is made in an alchemy furnace with a flint stone placed underneath. The quality of this Dan furnace is average, it was what Zhong Zhen once tried to use to refine the Strength Pill, and now it has become a casserole for cooking, the soup is extremely easy to use, and the spiritual power is not dispersed at all.

After eating and drinking, Lu Jinyu's mood was completely better, so she asked Zhong Zhen curiously, "You are not afraid that the Lu family will trouble you and make them very faceless." These gentlemen are the most face-conscious. ”

"What are you afraid of, Ning people talk about face, but they value people with literary talent and temperament more, the more wild they look, the more bottomless they are, and they think that I really have a great background. It is impossible for the refining ancestor of the Lu family to come to me for trouble, if there are a few small miscellaneous fish, isn't there still Uncle Lu? ”

Zhong Zhen thought to herself, even if Uncle Lu is unreliable, there is no Ling Xiao Ancestor.

If there is such a trouble, the matter will reach the ears of Ling Xiao Ancestor, maybe he can add a little more good impression, and in the future, he can smoothly get a small branch of the soul nourishing wood and send it to Master Zhu for an errand.

As for the large section of the soul nourishing wood, don't even think about it.

The matter finally came to an end, Demps was locked up, and he wouldn't send a wicker bamboo branch or something from time to time, Zhong Zhen felt that the small life was very comfortable, and in addition to eating and drinking every day, he spent a lot of time meditating.

During this period, some people also came to visit, but they were all turned away by Meng Laibao.

These visitors are just trying their luck. Thinking of the words that Murong Gongzi said in the party, as well as the poems sung, with such a noble character, he naturally would not be easy to see people. They take it for granted.

In fact, Zhong Zhen blows the conch, what kind of practice is self-cultivation and self-cultivation, she herself doesn't believe it.

After some thought after going crazy. She had already understood one thing. Cultivation has nothing to do with the state of mind, and there is no relationship between half a hair.

Cultivation is cultivation, sit down, absorb spiritual power to nourish your breath, it's as simple as that.

As for the question of mood. It's really a mediocrity. What are the things that you are not happy about before meditating? It's like shooting yourself in the foot.

The breath is disturbed by a chaotic mind, and of course it is possible to be hindered by demons.

As long as you don't think about anything, you can honestly absorb spiritual power.

Cultivation is to pursue one's own strength, to make one's body strong, to walk like flying, to have a happy life, and that's it!

However, she can pretend to be wild and not see others, but Yue Meishan came in person, but she couldn't see it. There has to be a limit to madness. Although Zhong Zhen didn't understand why Master came to Zixia Palace, Yue Meishan was now Ling Xiao's ancestor's henchman, and she could only meet her head-on.

Yue Meishan stood in the lobby of the front hall with her back to her, looking at a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, still full of a peaceful and indifferent atmosphere as before.

"It's rude to make the seniors wait for a long time, the juniors." Zhong Zhen saluted far behind her.

Turning around, Yue Meishan looked at Zhong Zhen carefully again, "Murong Gongzi doesn't need to be polite, I came here to have a small question, I don't know if Gongzi can answer it." Childe looked a little similar to the one I'd seen before. So I took the liberty to bother. ”

Zhong Zhen was surprised when she heard this, Master, your vision is really so powerful, she looked in the mirror for a long time and didn't feel similar to before, but she actually showed Yue Meishan such a thing or two.

Could it be that there is also Chen Tiehammer who looks at people and does not look at faces. What is the ability to look at the length of the arms and the width of the shoulders? Besides, I haven't seen Master for many years, and now I'm much taller than before, so I can't tell it even if I look at my body shape!

Yue Meishan smiled slightly, although Murong Qingchen concealed it well, he also saw that he was a little uneasy. "Childe don't panic, you have something to do with that person. I'm not going to say it either. I, Yue Meishan, have always been a man of his word, and his words are like a mountain. ”

At this point, Zhong Zhen believes that she has been with her master for a few days, and it seems that she has always done what she says.

She nodded and agreed, anyway, the master should just be suspicious, and when the time comes, just deny it, and he won't take off his clothes to look at men and women.

This is not a good place to talk, Yue Meishan took Zhong Zhen out of the guest house, took out a magic weapon in the shape of a handkerchief, and threw it into the air.

"Let's talk in a more secluded place, Childe doesn't need to worry about safety, I am the deacon elder under the throne of Ling Xiao's ancestor."

Others may not be willing to follow Zhong Zhen yet, but the master is different, and his character is extremely good among the cultivators she knows.

Flying over a few peaks, turning a corner, and coming to a sparkling and beautiful lake, Yue Meishan lowered the magic weapon of Jinpa.

It's a place where it's clear that there are people and no one can hide, so it's safer than some sheltered places. Zhong Zhen couldn't help but admire Master, in the end, she was an old and sophisticated person, and she chose such an open and good place, which not only showed that she had no bad intentions, but also could check whether there were people around at any time.

Yue Meishan looked at the surface of the lake and groaned for a while, as if she had made up her mind, took out a painting box from the treasure bag, and opened it carefully.

The painting was only half opened, and Zhong Zhen already recognized it, this was the picture of Huang Yazhi snatching the snow and looking for plum blossoms.

"Can Childe recognize the person in the painting?"

"Who is this person? I've never seen it. Zhong Zhen hurriedly said that he didn't know, thinking about what the origin of this bone man was.

The bones dug up by Brother Marlowe under the Tomb Gate were originally thought to be a man who died in the wasteland many years ago, but it seems that there is something else.

Huang Yazhi also asked the same question, but the character of the master and the surname Huang are very different, and it is definitely impossible to look at a painting and be fascinated by the man in the painting.

Yue Meishan showed a disappointed look on her face, "This painting is not very similar to himself, it is only six or seven points at most." He would not have been able to wear such literati clothes, let alone pick plum blossoms with a book. ”

She smiled suddenly, showing a look of remembrance, "However, I am not familiar with him, and how do I know if he is really so leisurely and elegant." ”

Zhong Zhen was very curious, and hurriedly asked, "Master...... Well, are you the former brothers of your predecessors? ”

She almost shouted out the word Master, and she was scared into a cold sweat.

Yue Meishan was stunned, "How could he be my senior brother, this person is extremely capable, and when he wantonly roams the entire cultivation world, I am only sixteen years old." Now, more than 300 years have passed, and I have never heard of this man again. Although everyone said that he had fallen, I always felt that people like him would not pass away so quietly. This painting was made by a young disciple of mine, but the disciple was persecuted, and the search was fruitless, so he could not be asked. (To be continued.) )