In Julu City, in Taiping Road.

Zhang Jiao, who was dressed in a yellow robe and wore a square scarf on his head, was casting a spell to add spirituality to the stacks of rune paper in front of him, and worked tirelessly.

This talisman paper dissolves in water, can be used to cure diseases and save people, relieve fatigue, in this troubled times, it is really a first-class remedy for the world.

Bo Cai's body bowed slightly, looking at Zhang Jiao, who was busy in front of him, with reverence in his eyes.

"Teacher, these spirit runes, I can wait for my disciples to come and make them, there is no need for you to work hard yourself."

"Now I am in the Taiping Dao lineage, believers are all over the Central Plains, the entire Central Plains is full of believers, hundreds of thousands of sectarians in the door, and there are thousands of inheritors of the treasure urn.

Zhang Jiao's fingertips flashed, and a little bit of spirituality was painted on the rune paper, looking at the rune paper painted one after another, and Qingjun's face revealed a burst of relief.

This piece of rune paper can save a person's life.

Zhang Jiao sighed in his heart, and his eyebrows were full of compassion.

Hearing the call of his disciple Bocai, Zhang Jiao came to his senses.

"It's okay, now the affairs of the sect are all taken care of by your brothers and sisters, and the poor road is very idle every day, so you have to find something to do, and it can be regarded as making some contributions to the people of the world."

"Teacher, now that you have cultivated to the heavens, you are only one step away from becoming an immortal, why do you have to be so deeply involved with the world, if you continue like this, I am afraid that you will be mired in monstrous cause and effect, and there will be no return!"

Bo Cai saw that his teacher didn't take his words to heart, and continued to draw talismans, his face suddenly became anxious, and he persuaded hard.

He has been practicing with the great sage and good teacher since he was a child, and he has watched the Taiping Dao grow step by step, and it is no exaggeration to say that Bocai is one of Zhang Jiao's closest disciples.

No one who cultivates is a fool.

Now the majesty of the Taiping Road has swept up and down Kyushu, coupled with the internal and external troubles of the Han Dynasty, and the wind and rain, it is the phenomenon of great chaos in the world.

His teacher, Taiping Heavenly Master Zhang Jiao, has the inheritance of the Nanhua Immortal Taiping Qing Lingshu, and the way of hexagram can lead to heaven and earth.

Bocai doesn't believe that with such a thorough ability, he will not be able to calculate his own good luck in the future!

Zhang Jiao looked at the disciple in front of him with one hand, and he didn't know what he was thinking, only to see him stop his movements and sigh slightly in his heart.

These fateful theories may be extremely mysterious in the eyes of outsiders, covered by layers of clouds and mist, but in Zhang Jiao's eyes, there is no trace of secrets to speak of.

He had already set up a hexagram for himself and calculated the good luck.

Zhang Jiao touched the clean dust in his hand, smiled, and stood up.

"Okay, Bocai, the teacher already knows."

"That's what you wanted, and I'm ready to practice."

"Stand down."

Hearing the meaning of sending off the guest in Zhang Jiao's words, Bo Cai was a little helpless, and he wanted to stop talking, but he didn't dare to save the teacher's face after all, so he had to bow and say goodbye and slowly withdraw from the room.

Bocai's figure gradually faded away, Zhang Jiao stood with his hands in his hands, his head slightly raised, and a pair of eyes were extremely deep, as if he wanted to look through the roof, looking at the endless sky.

"Nine deaths? A bad omen? ”

"But I want to live to die and go against the sky, how are you going!"

The qi machine around the body burst out, the horns and robes were flying, there was no wind automatically, the sideburns were flamboyant, looking at the celestial phenomena outside the window that changed instantly, and smiled disdainfully.

"The big man's spirit is not exhausted?"

"Then how innocent are these people!"

"Countless people die of illness and starvation every year, have you ever seen your eyes open?!"

"If you don't want to save this world, then I'll save it!"

"Even if the success fails, even if it is the pioneer of the king!"

"I also want all the people of this world to be free from this hunger and cold!"

After Zhang Jiao's sharp words were spoken, he completely angered the heavenly dome above the void.

The dark clouds covered the void, the wind surged, and I saw a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, slashing towards the house where Zhang Jiao was!

Zhang Jiao snorted coldly, felt this lightning from the sky, shook off the dust in his hand, and in an instant, the entire Taiping Taoist Temple was shrouded in a stream of blue light, and the purple thunder and lightning with the thickness of the bucket slashed on the blue light barrier, which only stirred up a ripple, and in an instant, it was digested and absorbed by the barrier and disappeared.

"This is the year of Jiazi..."

When the dust settled, Zhang Jiao stroked the clean dust in his hand and muttered in his mouth.

Seeing the gray and misty sky, an idea that had been with Zhang Jiao for a long time for his whole life gradually became firm, and then took root.

Zhang Jiao paced lightly, walked to the corner of the room, took out the simple and heavy box in front of him, picked up an apricot-yellow flag inside, and slowly unfolded it.

I saw that the sixteen big characters on the flag were sharp and vigorous, and the book said:

The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand! The year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!

Just when Zhang Jiao looked at the apricot yellow flag and secretly lost his mind in his heart, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Welcome to the Ten Thousand Worlds Dimensional Exchange Council!"

......

Seventy-two peaks to the big top, twenty-four streams of water flow!

Zhang Sanfeng sat cross-legged, standing on the main peak of Wudang Mountain and the golden top of Tianzhu Mountain, pranayama and nourishing qi.

The two qi of yin and yang rose in the sea of clouds, accompanied by Zhang Sanfeng's side, wearing a robe and fairy wind bones, adding a bit of style.

After the morning work, Zhang Sanfeng sat quietly for a while, his mind was shaking, and he unconsciously took out the pair of iron-cast Arhats from his arms.

Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall and flowers bloom, and it is a hundred years in the blink of an eye.

The young children are old, and the pink beauty has two sideburns.

“......”

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, and in a trance, he seemed to see the smart girl who was as bright as a flower again.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist priest couldn't help but smile, how old are they, why can't he let go.

The old Taoist priest who can't raise his head in the whole world's martial arts, also has his own life regrets.

When Zhang Sanfeng was still called Zhang Junbao, he met Guo Xiang for the first time at the top of Huashan.

At that time, he was just a young man, but he was provoked by that beautiful woman and really threw his fist at Yin Kexi.

As Master Jueyuan said, after this punch was thrown, the spirit platform could no longer be kept quiet.

The second time they met, in front of the Shaolin Temple, the woman led the donkey and followed the road down the mountain, and the young man only dared to follow behind her, not daring to walk side by side.

The woman gave the iron arhat, and it was carefully kept and treasured for a whole life.

"Zhang Junbao... You're really..."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled at the corner of his mouth, lying on the top of the mountain with one hand, looking at the clouds in the distance, although he was thinking about sad things, but in every move, he still seemed wanton and free.

Young Mu Ai Huai beauty, dare not confide in it, look at the mountains and separate, never see each other again in his life, this is the first regret.

The country is declining, the country is declining, and a generation of loyal ministers and prime ministers are dying, only hating their own martial arts and not being able to save them, which is the second regret.

If ordinary people have such a regretful thing, the beauty is not there, and the country is declining, I am afraid that they will already be depressed and end up regretting every day.

But he's different, he's Zhang Sanfeng!

Traveling all over the world, searching for mountains and rivers, enlightening the Tao, and finally laughing out loud, out of a great martial arts master who inherits the past and opens up the future!

A real martial sword, smiling proudly in the world, when it fell in Wudang Mountain, it created a Wudang faction that shined through the ages.

A hundred years of cultivation, cultivation is the heart, if love is difficult to put in the hand, it is better to put it in the heart.

Zhang Junbao has no regrets to let go, Zhang Sanfeng has already let go.

It's better not to ask for it.

Just as Zhang Sanfeng slowly stood up and was about to go down the mountain, a mechanical sound suddenly sounded in Zhang Sanfeng's ears:

"Welcome the people of Mitoyo Dao to join the Ten Thousand Worlds Dimensional Exchange Council!"