After a long time, Nian Yi was holding a big bag of French fries and eating vigorously, while Chen Jun was holding the little guy in his arms helplessly, and he was very emotional, "It's just that if you eat this way, it shouldn't be too fat, right?" ’

Chen Jun said that he doubted that he was comforting himself by saying this, and in fact it was useless.

Focusing on Taoism again, Chen Jun felt that compared to the vertical and horizontal Yunmeng Mountain, the Taoist station was undoubtedly much more magnificent, after all, there were many people, and it was a great preaching sect, and the natural situation was much better than the Zongheng family, which coexisted with two or three people in one life.

Chen Jun has seen a lot, and Chen Jun feels that there are many merits in the layout of the Taoist station.

Chen Jun walked into Taoism as if he had entered a no-man's land, and the superb and powerful cultivation of the method of concealment made Chen Jun even if he walked slowly in front of the Taoist son, and no one noticed it.

After walking for a long time, Chen Jun finally found out embarrassedly that he didn't know where Bei Yingzi was, and he was completely wandering around.

Chen Jun put his uncertain eyes on Xiao Nianyi's body, the little guy first stiffened, and then muttered and ate a big mouthful of French fries, it was completely inexplicable, it was none of my business at all, right? Belch...... All right?

I saw Nianyi's little hand wave, and a road map appeared out of thin air, with a red dot on it marking a location, and it was obvious that this was the location of the North Hades.

Chen Jun did not delay any longer, and quickly rushed in the direction of the North Hades.

When Chen Jun arrived, he found that the place where Bei Yingzi was located was very meaningful, full of an artistic conception of embracing all rivers and doing nothing.

It is a quaint attic, about ten meters high, three floors, near a large lake, surrounded by patches of golden trees.

That's right, it's golden yellow, not the turquoise green that it should be in the summer at this time.

Chen Jun carefully felt the artistic conception of the Northern Underworld, and he also realized something in his heart, but he only absorbed some useful things for himself, and he had his own way.

For a long time, when Chen Jun felt good and was about to call someone, he only heard a "creak", as if he had expected it, and the door opened without anyone pushing and pulling.

Chen Jun was stunned for a moment, then thought about it, and was a little relieved, just smiled lightly and walked in slowly.

After Chen Jun walked into the pavilion, he took a closer look, this was obviously not an ordinary place, it should be a place like the Scripture Pavilion.

A large number of wooden and bamboo slips were neatly placed on the wooden bookshelves, and a few small oil lamps that seemed to be about to go out illuminated everything, and the portrait of Lao Tzu was hung in a more obvious place in the middle, and under the portrait, on a purple futon made of unknown things, sat an old man in Tsing Yi.

The old man can be described as a crane-haired child, and his face is just a kind old man, but the strength of his blood is difficult to compare with an army of 100 people.

The old man seemed to have been sitting for a long time, and his green clothes were full of the heaviness of history, but the strange thing was that there was no dust on his body, or it was centered on the old man, and there was no trace of dust in the entire library building.

Chen Jun knew very well that the strength of the old man had only barely reached the level of the third order of the Ten Thousand Realms, and the existence of his own third-order peak was not worth mentioning at all, after all, this was not just the gap between the initial stage and the peak, but the gap between the entire great realm.

But if it is compared to the comprehension of artistic conception, Chen Jun is not as good as others.

Chen Jun could clearly feel that there was no dust on Bei Yingzi's body and the library building, not because Bei Shenzi used his own strength to disperse, but completely relied on his own artistic conception, or it was the artistic conception that Bei Yingzi inadvertently released during his cultivation.

Chen Jun's face was a little solemn, but there was a hint of joy and helplessness in his heart.

The dignified is the strength of the artistic conception, if the Northern Hell Zi explodes with all his strength, coupled with the blessing of the artistic conception, it is the peak of the middle stage of the third order, and it is not impossible to fight.

And the joy is that such a person is about to be his subordinate, and he is a little excited to think about it.

As for the helplessness, it is still for their own artistic conception.

In fact, the people Chen Jun subdued actually harbored the existence of artistic conception.

Ou Yezi's artistic conception is to cast a sword, but also the ultimate sword, he can integrate the artistic conception he understands into the sword he casts, so as to endow it with extraordinary ability, which is also the special feature of the so-called famous sword.

Bian Que is the ultimate medical way, saving the dead and helping the wounded, it is a kind of artistic conception of the saint, and it is also a very peculiar one, which almost does not bless any combat effectiveness, but when this artistic conception is comprehended to a level, the effect it brings is no less than the merit of this kind of golden oil, but the law is not invaded, and there is still the way of heaven and even the avenue to take revenge, it is really perverted.

As for Lu Ban, he has always said that he doesn't need this thing, and it is true, he has a sense of intention, but he has never understood it in depth, he is the ancestor of all craftsmen who take China as the territory, and with the blessing of luck, it may not be worse than Lao Tzu and Confucius, but he is too obsessed with the manufacture of organs, and he has not practiced much, and with the blessing of luck, there is no bottleneck in his cultivation before Da Luo Jin Xian.

Of course, this is to follow Chen Jun's side, according to the provisions of the Ten Thousand Worlds Covenant, only when you go to another world can you inherit the luck of another world.

There are also two people, Donghuang Taiyi and Guiguzi, one cultivates the domineering will, and the other cultivates the vertical and horizontal will, the two artistic conceptions are almost completely opposed, perhaps it is precisely because of the opposite relationship that the two can become alternative friends.

The last is Luo Xu, he also has an artistic conception, but it is the most useless, it is still a gossip artistic conception, and he himself is not interested in developing force, so he has devoted himself to the camp of the formation and the source heavenly master.

In the final analysis, artistic conception is still very important to most people, and Chen Jun has also begun to comprehend artistic conception, which is a kind of self-respecting artistic conception.

It is unimaginable that in Chen Jun's peaceful heart, there is still a sense of self-respect.

But Chen Jun's intention was almost just a seed, and it was completely useless to Chen Jun at this time.

At this moment, Bei Yingzi had quietly opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, but they were a little too plain and watery, and he could rarely sense any mood fluctuations, but at this moment, he did not seem very contradictory.

Chen Jun chuckled, at this time, the spirit of the king has not yet developed, so let's talk about the sky obediently.

"You must have guessed the purpose of my coming here, and I won't say much, you can decide for yourself."

Chen Jun said with a smile, looking like a smiling tiger, it seems to be very kind, but in fact, there is no room at all.

Bei Yingzi's eyes stared at Chen Jun's eyes motionlessly, and Chen Jun also stared back mercilessly.

Just as the big eyes were staring, a young and brittle girl's voice came into the ears of the two.

"Master, are you playing a game with this brother? Why don't you ask Xiaomeng to play with? ”

Chen Jun and Bei Yingzi both saw a trace of astonishment in each other's eyes, and couldn't help but subconsciously look at the source of the sound at the same time.

I saw a little girl in a small blue dress, who looked like she was five or six years old, pouting, with her hands on her waist, looking very angry and coaxing me, looking very cute.

Of course, for Chen Jun, this is not the point, the focus is on a little girl with a purple dress behind Xiaomeng who is a little smaller than Xiaomeng.

The little girl seems to be purple except for her skin and her teeth are like the moon, with purple hair, purple eyes, and purple skirts, and her personality looks a little cold and withdrawn, as if she has forgotten herself in a corner

Chen Jun couldn't take his eyes off her from the first time he saw her, it felt like a meeting across time and space.