"What's his master's name?" Zhang Baifa asked, he had long been curious about who Master Lingling was?

"Zhang Daoling!" When Nanhua said this name, he looked very solemn, and Mu Jing next to him was also a little nervous in an instant. Ling Ling knew Master's name for the first time, and she was nervous and excited, and said, "My name is Zhang Zhongling, and I am only one word away. ”

Nanhua smiled at him, "Your master is quite concerned about you, and let me have time to take care of you! After that, follow me in your cultivation until your master returns. ”

Lingling nodded earnestly.

"Is this Zhang Daoling very powerful?" Zhang Bai observed his words and couldn't help asking.

"Isn't it amazing? Hehe, I guess I can't describe it anymore. He is the god of protection, the god of war, the senior brother of the prince of the east, and my uncle. ”

Zhang Bai opened his mouth and stammered, and Nanhua smiled at his appearance.

But he didn't expect that at this time, what Zhang Bai was thinking in his heart was, MMP, in this way, Lingling is my uncle!

He immediately changed the subject and talked about how he had come all the way to Peshawar. Nanhua didn't notice his boring attempt, and when he heard that the spaceship could fly, his attention was all drawn to the spaceship. For Nanhua, the reason why they stayed in Peshawar for a long time is very simple, relying on land alone, even if it is a horse race on the plains, the road from Peshawar to the Central Plains is extremely difficult. If you encounter the obstacles of the Dharma again, you may not be able to return in this life.

Now, suddenly there was an opportunity to return to the Central Plains quickly, and he couldn't help but be excited.

"Can this spaceship really fly?" Nanhua's voice trembled slightly.

"Otherwise, with our group of people, how could we successfully cross the entire Qinghai-Tibet Plateau?" Zhang Bai said.

"Qinghai-Tibet Plateau?" Nanhua was stunned.

"Uh... It is the mountainous part of the road from the Kunlun Mountains to the south, all the way to Magadha, because... I gave it a name, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Zhang Bai looked sweaty.

"The Tibetan Plateau... That's the right name, so where are you going to go?"

"Go to the Central Plains, we voted for it. ”

"Vote? what?"

Zhang Bai really wanted to slap himself in the mouth, and hurriedly explained: "It's like Yao Shun, when the virtuous person is selected, we don't choose people, which method is the one that everyone likes the most." ”

"Oh-yes! You little doll, you have one idea after another. Nanhua couldn't help but look at Zhang Bai again, not only surprised in his heart, but also a little indescribably weird.

Zhang Bai was a little embarrassed by him, and quickly changed the topic again and talked about his cultivation. Unexpectedly, this statement was reprimanded by Nanhua. said that he was lazy and not diligent in his cultivation, his physical skills were so poor that he couldn't see them, and he had no talent but ignored the magic and went the wrong way. The most terrible thing is that his exercises are purely blind practice, and the various meridians and veins are fragmented, uncoordinated, and yang flourishes and yin declines. If I continue to practice, I am afraid that I will have to worry about my life.

The old man was furious, Mu Jing saved me! He looked at her in pleading. Who would have thought that this time Mu Jing not only did not help Zhang Bai, but also nodded silently.

He had a black thread on his head, thinking that he had met a evil god today, so why did he have nothing to do with cultivation!

After a while, Nanhua stopped and said, "I will enter the palace early tomorrow morning, and Zhang Bai and Lizhu will go with me." Everyone else go home, you two stay, Lizhu needs to be purified. And you, give me a good practice. He snapped his fingers and snapped.

Zhang Bai didn't dare to refute, immediately drove away the alpacas, and agreed one by one.

That night, after Mu Jing left with Brother Ma and Lingling. Nanhua immediately applied the Qiankun Pure Land Technique to Lizhu, so that the ball of light wrapped the pig to sleep. Then he asked Zhang Bai to take out his incense burner, which was the incense burner that he had snatched from the Demon Sect and the Hui Night Envoy, Nanhua took it and looked at it, and said, "It's a third-level incense burner, it's okay! Which night envoy did you snatch it from?"

Zhang Bai didn't dare to hide it, so he tracked Zhang Di that day and got the guidance of Mu Jing, who was dressed as a man. Almost by luck, the ghost killed the two of them by mistake, and told them in detail.

"Is it a thunderstorm, a fire storm, or a poisonous mist?" asked Nanhua.

"Uh... The disciple doesn't know, he hasn't learned. Zhang Bai replied.

Nanhua scolded again: "I really don't know what those people in the Eastern Prince's Mansion are doing? I can't teach a disciple, and I don't even know how to teach students according to their aptitude. He told Zhang Bai that with his special physique, the effect of cultivation was slow and there was danger at any time. And writing talismans doesn't require much true qi, and you can protect yourself at any time, which is the focus of Zhang Bai's current learning.

As he spoke, he asked Zhang Bai to cross his legs on the bed, pointed his finger at the back of his head, and said something in his mouth. Zhang Bai felt a breath of fresh air running through his brain, and seemed to understand something all of a sudden, and suddenly a purple cover "Taiping Sutra" in his mind had been firmly remembered.

"Today, I will pass you the book of Taiping Qingqing. Nanhua said in a solemn tone, and said: "Receiving this book, it is the successor of my Tao, are you willing?"

Taiping Qing Lingshu?It's Taiping Technique, right?Intelligence and command value plus ten!

He didn't think about it, so he replied in the tone of Journey to the West: "Of course I do! Master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship!"

Nanhua was very happy and bowed down to Zhang Bai. Then he informed Zhang Bai that this "Taiping Sutra" is divided into four parts: red, gold, purple and white, with different contents. Unless he or she has made a great contribution or succeeded the leader, anyone is only allowed to get a part of it. Many years ago, the famous Zhang Jiao obtained the Taiping Sutra with a golden cover, and then founded the Yellow Turban Army, which shook the entire Han Dynasty. The purple scriptures that are now granted to Zhang Bai mainly include medical skills, talismans and qi refining methods, which are suitable for the special conditions of Zhang Bai's body.

Among them, the part of the talisman is called "Cloud Urn", which records no less than 1,000 kinds of talismans, including various magical powers such as subduing demons and subduing demons, stealth teleportation, asking Bu Ji and evil, calling for wind and rain, etc.

Then, Nanhua set up the furnace again, taught Zhang Bai to sit upright on his knees, grasp the formula, and put his index finger and middle finger together and insert it into the furnace.

A black fire instantly ignited in the furnace, and a trace of extreme yin qi was inhaled from the fingertips and slowly seeped into the Ren vein. The Yin meridian of any body of Ren Mai can gather the "Sea of Yin Veins", and the cultivation of Ren Mai has not entered the realm before, resulting in a surplus of yang energy in Zhang Bai's body. At this time, the black qi entered the veins, and the yin qi became vigorous, but it had not yet been reconciled. Zhang Bai couldn't help but feel a huge shock in his body, as if he was in infinite pain. Nanhua meditated on the sidelines, checking the light.

Soon, white and cyan mist gathered outside Zhang Bai's body, entangled endlessly. This cultivation took an extremely long time, and it was not until the next day, when the rooster crowed, that the two mist gradually merged. When Zhang Bai woke up, he saw Nanhua looking at him with a smile, although he hadn't slept all night, he didn't feel sleepy at all.