Song Lizong thought of the things reported by Tongguan, and couldn't help but feel a little itchy.

With a hint of curiosity, he asked in a low voice, "I wonder if the real person can tell me." What kind of realm is this innate aftermath? ”

Mo Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a smile: "Poor Dao thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be just a little thing. As for this innate realm, the poor way is called supernatural power. ”

"Magical powers!" When Song Lizong heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Although he doesn't understand what the realm of supernatural powers is, he still understands the word supernatural powers. Aren't the legendary immortals all existences with the power to move mountains and seas?

Could it be that supernatural powers are that kind of thing?

When Song Lizong thought of this, he couldn't help but feel his blood boiling, and his heart was full of unprecedented excitement.

Mo Chen continued: "The so-called realm of supernatural powers is just the threshold of officially entering the realm of cultivating immortals. Qi practitioners in this realm have a lifespan of four hundred years, and they barely have time to pursue the avenue in their hearts. ”

400 years of longevity!

Song Lizong was in an extraordinary state of mind, and he was also shocked when he heard this, and suddenly stood up.

Oh my God, 400 years of longevity!

Since the pre-Qin period, throughout the history of China for more than 1,000 years, it is the longest-lived Han Dynasty, which was only about 400 years after the founding of the country. If a man could live for a long time of 400 years, would he not outlast a dynasty?

And, if you heard it right, is this just barely stepping into the threshold of a qi practitioner? Just by stepping into the threshold, you can have a lifespan of 400 years, so if you cultivate to the right fruit, wouldn't you really be able to live forever!

The thought in Song Lizong's heart turned rapidly, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

He looked at Mo Chen with his eyes like torches, was silent for a long time, and asked in a trembling voice, "Is there really an immortal in the world?" ”

Mo Chen silently picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said, "Immortals, nature exists. It's just that they're not in this world. ”

When Song Lizong heard this, he fell silent.

Immortals, immortal!

At this moment, his interest in spiritual practice surged like never before, even more than the pursuit of power.

Song Lizong came back to his senses after half a sound.

He bowed slightly apologetically to Mo Chen, and said with a smile: "Let the real person laugh." ”

Mo Chen put down the teacup and said with a smile: "The saint is serious. Ask the world, who does not aspire to become immortals and live with heaven and earth. The saint can't see through it, and the poor road can't see through it. ”

"It's extreme, it's extreme, it's extreme. Life is short, if you can live forever and live with heaven and earth, then what a joy it should be. Song Lizong's eyes were distracted, his face showed emotion, and he sighed.

He was silent for a moment, looked up at Mo Chen, and said with a smile: "The real person came from afar, and I won't disturb the real person to rest." There is a dinner party today, and all the people who come are Taoist masters from all over the world, and I think real people should be interested. ”

Mo Chen bowed slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

When Song Lizong left, Sun Buer sat opposite Mo Chen, sighed with frowns, and said in a deep voice: "Today's dinner is not so peaceful. ”

Those so-called Taoist grandmasters would not watch the Quanzhen Sect come to the front of the stage.

Mo Chen played with the tea cup in his hand, his expression was calm and natural, and he chuckled: "The soldiers will block, and the water will cover it." Master and rest assured, I will take care of these things. ”

For those Taoist masters, Mo Chen had already prepared.

Tonight, it's going to be a lot of fun!

Mo Chen put down the teacup, and a cold glow flashed in his eyes. If you don't completely suppress them, how can you take them for your own use? Their troubles are not their own opportunities.

Sun Buer shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "The problem I am most worried about is the attitude of the saint. ”

Mo Chen chuckled, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and he smiled pointedly: "Master Niang is too worried." The initiative, but in the hands of the strong. We never have a shortage of collaborators, nor do we have a shortage of people who want to work with us. ”

Sun Buer's eyes tightened, staring at Mo Chen's flat expression, and took a deep breath.

Could it be that he.

The Royal Palace, the Imperial Study.

Song Lizong stood in front of the window with his hands on his back, quietly looking at the blue sky. He was silent for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "What does Aiqing think." ”

"Martial arts are unfathomable, far surpassing Wang Chongyang back then. Looking at the martial arts in the world, no one can match it. A weak voice rang out, but no one was in sight.

Song Lizong frowned slightly, and said, "What does Aiqing think of the realm of supernatural powers that the real person said?" ”

The man said: "Mysterious and mysterious, wonderful." The real person's understanding and perception of martial arts has reached an unprecedented realm. It's a pity that the old slave knew too late, otherwise. ”

As he spoke, his voice was a little more sighing, a little untimely emotion.

Song Lizong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he hesitated: "Mo Zhenren's immortality, Aiqing thinks?" ”

The man was silent for two breaths, and sighed: "Chen Niwan of the Jindan Nan Sect, his cultivation is similar to that of an old slave, and he has lived to be more than one hundred and sixty years old. And Mo Zhenren has completely surpassed our realm, with Taoist health skills, this statement should be true! ”

Song Lizong's body trembled, and he slowly closed his eyes, his heart beating like a drum.

This is true!

I really found the way of immortality, the way of immortality that the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty could not obtain!

"Divine powers, immortality, God bless my Great Song, God bless me!" Song Lizong was silent for a moment, slowly exhaled, and said firmly.

Mo Zhenren must be left behind, and he must stay here at all costs.

The way to eternal life, I will definitely get it!

Song Lizong's hands were clenched, and his face was full of determination.

When the way of immortality appeared in front of him, Song Lizong could no longer be calm, and unprecedented ambition took root in his heart. All for the legendary immortality!

The man spoke: "The matter of immortality, according to the prediction of the old slave, there should be no problem. But the so-called Taoist supernatural powers, the old slave did not dare to say. ”

Song Lizong's face was full of smiles, and his eyes chuckled deeply: "Naturally, someone will help us find out about the supernatural powers." What we have to do is to leave Mo Zhenren behind at all costs! ”

This kind of existence, even if it is impossible to obtain the method of immortality, must not be offended. Song Lizong once endured for ten years under the strength of the powerful minister Shi Miyuan, and naturally knew how to judge the time and seize the degree, as well as the way to forbear and lurk.

Perhaps, he should prepare a big gift, a big gift that he can't refuse!

Song Lizong's eyes flickered, and his face showed a contemplative look.

When the man heard this, he had no words.

The filthiness of the Taoist sects, he naturally understands it in his heart.

Mo Zhenren is now famous all over the world and is known as a living immortal in the world. In the past two months alone, there have been no less than 100 ancestral halls for Mo Zhenren all over the world. Those people in Taoism are afraid that they can't sit still now.

It's a little cold tonight.

The sky is getting dark, the palace, the night banquet.

The night banquet was arranged in the royal garden, where the mountains and rivers were accompanied by the willows and the willows were weak.

In September, only lazy chrysanthemums remain, which look a little monotonous. As for the once rich and unparalleled peony flowers, they have already quietly lurked, waiting for the moment when they bloom again.

The dinner was arranged next to the small lake in the Imperial Garden, with the main seat facing the direction of the lake, and about forty low tables were placed on both sides. A fresh breeze blows, bringing a slight chill from the surface of the lake.

There weren't too many people at tonight's banquet.

In addition to dozens of world-famous Taoist masters, there were not even courtiers of the Great Song Dynasty, only Song Lizong himself, and his favorite Jia Guifei.

Song Lizong sat on the main seat facing the lake, Mo Chen was arranged to be the head of the left, and the first place on the right side of Song Lizong was Zhang Tianshi, the contemporary of Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Tianshi's beard was white, his face was ruddy like a baby, and he looked quite energetic. He sat opposite Mo Chen, greeted him with a smile on his face, and then looked at the others quietly.