Nan Zhao grew up in the Taoist temple since he was a child, and in the Qingyun Temple, except for her, there is no woman, and the concept Chinese of whether men and women are intimate or not is not profound enough.

What's more, in the summer, the brothers practice, which one is not sweating bare-chested? What is this?

She approached with no discomfort on her face, and stepped on a wooden stool next to her, emphasizing

"Don't be ashamed!" In this world, the only person who can make her know her shame is Shen Rugu! Lu Dong came to see her momentum, and immediately realized that as a man, his reaction was quite girly, so he immediately threw away his clothes and stood up naked.

"Then you have to look carefully!" I had never paid much attention to this little Taoist priest before, but I didn't expect to be so thin after taking off my clothes.

She focused on the wound on his abdomen, a dark red, and a palm print could be faintly seen. Lu Donglai was injured because he was in contact with her spiritual flower power, so Nan Zhao subconsciously used his right hand to cover the palm print on his abdomen, and it was right!

"I didn't expect my spiritual flower power to be so powerful!" Nan Zhao is proud of himself. When the other party heard this, Orchid Finger pulled her hand away and scolded

"You're missing eyes, aren't you?"

"You can still curse, it seems that you really can't die!" Nan Zhao was relieved, turned around and walked outside, but when he walked to the door of the tent, he stopped slowly, and the pretense of relaxation on his face was gone, and turned a little heavy.

"Actually, I know that if you didn't recover your strength, it would be me who was injured!" Lu Donglai wiped the medicine and was putting his clothes back on, when he heard this, he moved.

After Nan Zhao finished speaking, he stepped out. It was not long before dawn and the morning sun shone from the edge of the tent-filled sky.

Du Niu personally brought her breakfast in the army, a hot white flour steamed bun, and a bowl of white porridge. Nan Zhao didn't have any taste, but she knew that she needed to eat something, and Shen Ru was still in the hands of the ghosts and immortals, no matter what method they used to control him, he could only count on her!

After taking a big bite of the steamed bun and drinking the porridge in a few bites, Du Niu has not left yet, and said respectfully

"After Grandpa Guo let his wife have breakfast, he went over to lead the camp to discuss important matters." She didn't hesitate and followed to the military aircraft camp the night before.

Sima Feng and several generals under him were discussing the matter of sealing the prison monument.

"As soon as there is a crack in the prison monument, the sarcophagus and those skeleton soldiers will come out of the fairy forest, if the things in the sarcophagus are really the evil things sealed after the war hundreds of years ago, they will be placed in the barracks like this, and something will happen sooner or later!" It was Jiang Hao, a hundred-legged general, who spoke.

The generals in the Yunzhou army have different grades, except for Sima Feng's grandfather who holds the tiger talisman, Cao Liang, the general of soldiers and horses, is in charge of the deployment of various departments of the Yunzhou army, and there are more than 30 generals such as infantry battalion generals, cavalry battalion generals, garrison battalions, logistics battalions, etc., and under these generals, there are dozens of captains in charge of different soldiers.

Shield spearmen, archers, spearmen, swordsmen, swordsmen are very finely divided, each for their own battalions, at this time, it is also the time for each battalion to train the soldiers, the sound of soldiers playing with knives and guns is heard in pieces.

Nan Zhao walked into the military aircraft camp, and the general who spoke just now immediately stopped. She is a military outsider or a woman, and these people have taboos against her, which is something that has been done from the beginning, and she doesn't find it strange.

Sima Feng opened his mouth and shouted

"Nanzhao, come." They were surrounding a strategic sand table near the Yunzhou military camp, there were too many people, Nan Zhao wanted to walk over, and he needed to pass through these burly soldiers in battle armor.

Walking on the street on weekdays, I don't feel it, in such a comparison, Nanzhao can be called petite. Finally came to the old man's side and stood still, countless pairs of eyes were also on her, she didn't speak, only listened to Sima Feng say to everyone

"Nan Zhao is the righteous sister of King Tai'an, she grew up in Qingyun Guan since she was a child, and she has been passed down by Qingyunzi Dao Chief, and she has a strange art." The reason for this introduction is very simple, to serve the public!

But last night, half of the generals here entered the fairy forest with Sima Feng, and more than a dozen skeleton soldiers broke fifty-eight of them!

They had never really encountered these things before, but outside this Yunzhou City, guarding this prison monument, how many people have points, the iron cavalry general Guo Xunsong asked

"Where is Qingyun Temple?" Nan Zhao replied

"Qingzhou!"

"Oh-" The other party nodded, although he didn't want to lose the face of the Zhenguo Gong, he still said with concern

"I heard that those powerful Taoist priests have all cultivated to be half-immortals, and if they want to cultivate to become half-immortals, they should be seventy or eighty years old, right?" She understood that this was disgusting her for being young, and she didn't have any ability at first glance.

Also, this thing in Fairy Mountain, all of which are not ordinary and strange, they are worried that she can't control common sense.

Sima Feng did not mention her true identity, which was also for her good. After all, the rumored spirit girl is not a mascot.

After listening to Guo Xunsong, another general also chimed in

"Last night, I also said that those patrolmen were monsters who were afraid of fire, this ...... "Everyone is here because Zhenguo Gong is here, and he speaks very politely, if he is not there, it will be a different scene!"

Even Sima Feng didn't know how to help Nan Zhao establish this trust in the army, and the atmosphere in the camp was a little complicated for a while, and everyone had their own opinions.

"I heard that one of them disappeared yesterday, if something really happens, can you count on her?"

"What we're dealing with isn't ordinary!" As he was talking, the curtain of the tent was lifted again, and Lu Donglai, who was wearing a cloth coat and carrying a long sword on his back, stepped in.

It had only been a few hours, and he had returned to his usual posture, and when he walked, his back and neck were straight, and he couldn't see that he was injured at all.

Seeing another one, Guo Xunsong asked out loud

"Is this little Taoist also from the Qingyun Temple?" Speaking of which, Sima Feng didn't know the origin of Lu Donglai, so he didn't help introduce it.

Lu Donglai was not restrained, he walked to the sand table and said in a brisk tone

"No, the poor road comes from Nanxian Mountain." Sima Feng's expression changed, and he immediately turned his head and asked

"Is it the Southern Immortal Mountain among the mountains of the Southern Zhou Dynasty?"

"Yes." These soldiers are not familiar with the affairs of the Daomen, and they don't know that Qingyun Temple is not enough, but there are very few who don't know Nanxian Mountain.

In this Kyushu world, even a three-year-old child knows that he will become a Nanxian without eating or drinking. Because of the famine in the early years, many people starved to death, and there were countless hungry people, and in the last days, they always had to find some hope for themselves, and they thought that those masters who cultivated immortals did not eat or drink, and they became immortals, so some people said, do not eat or drink to become southern immortals.

People in the world say that in the mountains of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, there are many masters outside the world, who have no name and no surname, and only enter the world to save the world when there is a catastrophe in the world.

Among them, there is a mountain called Nanxian, which is also called the Divine Mountain, and the cultivators in it are even more extraordinary.

Every year, there are also many worldly Taoists who go to the mountains, wanting to go up to the Southern Immortals to realize the supreme Taoism, but those who do not have that foundation cannot find the way up the mountain.

But the existence of Nanxian Mountain is like a myth, many people have heard of it, but they never feel that it really exists. At this moment, the silver-haired Taoist priest standing in front of him actually came from Nanxian Mountain?

Everyone looked sideways. Sima Feng said in a deep voice

"There was an old friend who told the old man about Nanxian Mountain, saying that there was a real person who was more than 300 years old."

"That's exactly for the teacher!" There was an uproar.

"No wonder you dare to compete with our General Cao!"

"I can't see that at such a young age, I have such a cultivation!" Obviously, Lu Donglai's treatment is completely different from Nanzhao's.

She watched quietly, and suddenly felt a little lost in her heart. The loss is not that Lu Donglai is trusted by the soldiers of Yunzhou, but that he is helpless.

The world never knows who they are, but it always knows them from hearsay. Therefore, Lu Dong of Nanxian Mountain naturally became a person who could be trusted, and people like her and Shen Rugu could only hide their identities and hide in the corner.

However, Lu Donglai was reused, and it was much easier for them to act in the army.

"Then Daoist Lu, you also saw the things in the fairy forest last night, but what is the best plan?" Cao Liang asked.

"As far as the poor Dao knows, there is a Maoshan Warlock who is quite a Taoist, and he colluded with the ghosts and immortals to have an attempt at the sarcophagus in the fairy forest. The crack of the prison monument has nothing to do with them! Lu Donglai stepped forward, pointed to the location of the fairy forest on the sand table, and drew a circle.

"Send heavy troops to guard this area, we don't know how many sarcophagi there are under the ground, but the things in the sarcophagus are what these people want, and they must not be allowed to take advantage of it." Cao Liang said with some concerns

"Those sarcophagi are not trivial, they should be guarded, but you also said that the Maoshan Warlock who made the decision is so powerful, they are all in collusion with the ghosts and immortals, and my brothers are ...... except for the large number of people."

"You don't have to worry about this, Poor Dao will find a way to repair the cracked prison monument, as long as this monument is repaired, this place is still a sealed place, and there will be no big mess." Look at him with confidence.

Cao Liang and the others breathed a sigh of relief,

"It is worthy of the high road of Nanxian Mountain, so when does Daoist Lu plan to repair the prison sealing tablet?"

"There are cracks in the Prison Sealing Tablet, and the force field of the sealed place is unstable, so the Dao God can take advantage of the opportunity to repair the sealing tablet, without further ado!" Soon, Lu Donglai walked out of the military aircraft camp in the eyes of everyone's expectation and admiration, and in order to make him act well, he also sent a special team of hundred-legged soldiers to him, among which the person in charge was Du Niu last night.

As a result, he changed from an unknown little Taoist priest to a popular man of 100,000 Yunzhou Army.

"I'm a little thirsty."

"Daoist, please drink water."

"It's a little hot!"

"Dao Chief, I'll fan you!"

"Riding a horse is too high, walking is too tiring...... a few miles to the west of the Yunzhou military camp area, an old stone tablet stands on the high slope, the land of earth and stone, there is not a single inch of grass around it, this monument can not see where the foundation is, as if it is growing from the ground.

Lu Dong said that riding a horse was too high and walking was too tiring, so Du Niu went to find a wooden cart loaded with earth and pushed him away!

It's really ...... It's hard to put into words. When he arrived at the place, Lu Donglai got down from the wooden cart and listened to Du Niu

"Dao Chief, on the stone tablet, we usually don't go up." The creep next to him chimed in

"Yes, yes, this is the rule, because that prison tablet seals so many demons and evil things, so it is very evil, and we mortals can't get close." Another soldier recalled

"The little cousin of my second brother-in-law in the same township went up and touched the stele because he didn't listen to persuasion last year, and he got seriously ill."

"......" Lu Donglai had no choice but to lead Nan Zhao up to observe the prison monument carefully. On the gray and blue stone surface, the handwriting on it had long been weathered and blurred, but he looked at it very carefully and kept his eyes off.

Nan Zhao asked

"You lied to them, you can't repair this monument at all?" The little Taoist priest rolled his eyes and emphasized

"Poor Dao never lies!" She said without changing her face

"If it was yesterday, you might have been able to repair this monument, but today, you can't even ride a horse, and walking is a problem......

"Shhhh Lu Donglai squeezed his thick eyebrows at her,

"I was heard by the following and passed it back, saying that Poor Dao is a liar, wouldn't it ruin my master's signboard?" Nan Zhaocai didn't care what his signboard was, she just wanted to know his plans.

"What are you going to do?"

"What to do!" Lu Donglai held the stele in his hand, and his expression changed back to Yan Sudao

"This monument must be repaired, if it is not repaired, the cracks will get bigger and bigger, and when the time comes, even if the Taoist God and Wei Wei can't argue, the things in those sarcophagi will not be able to be suppressed!" He looked this way,

"I'm injured, and I can't use it for a while, don't you still have you?"

"Me?" Nan Zhao suddenly realized that this guy had the idea of beating her in the military aircraft camp.

"Didn't you listen to the general that day that said that hundreds of years ago, it was a demon girl who released these demons and monsters......" Lu Dong came to ask her

"Are you so sure that the enchantress is referring to you?" She said with certainty

"It's not me, it's also related to the spiritual flower in my palm, I can't make up for this monument!"

"Who said you made it up?"

"That's?"

"Your Spirit Flower Power!" The other man pointed to her hand.

"Isn't it still the same?"

"It's different, this monument was erected by the joint efforts of many Daomen ancestors back then, there must be tens of thousands of spells in it, the power of your spiritual flower can bless all spirits, bone squeaks and skeleton soldiers can, and this prison tablet can also be!" Lu Dong came to see her and listened carefully, so he added

"Naturally, if you want to repair this monument, you need to meditate, this monument seems to be dead, but its existence is made by the power of a hundred paths, and it has been here for hundreds of years, and it is already a living thing!" This living creature does not refer to humans and animals, but more like demons and ghosts, and it has its own aura.

"If you don't meditate, you can't communicate with it, and if you want to mend it, I'm afraid it's impossible!" Think about it, how could an immortal monument that suppresses so many demons and monsters here, just let some cats and dogs treat it?

When he said it, Lu Donglai said with a little embarrassment

"There's one more thing...... "Cat flutters Chinese