Lin Yinping, the lady of the main room, returned to the Taoist workshop, like a goblin Qin Mumian, the former demon saint and the current fragrance saint, went south to Huzhou, Xiao Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, no longer need to watch two peerless women fighting for the wind and jealousy, although the house fight drama is exciting, but if the man caught in the middle is himself, it will be quite unpleasant. After the two girls left, a middle-aged Dao Gu who was not inconspicuous was responsible for Xiao Yu's diet and daily life.

In addition to Qu Cang and Zi Shuiyang, there are also thirty disciples of the frost realm, and if necessary, they can activate the formation arranged in the East Lake Courtyard, and there are also Xuchen Zhenren and Zhang Jiuxiao who are in charge in person. It can be regarded as moving the foundation of half of the Taoist workshop to the East Lake Courtyard.

During this time, both sides also tacitly greeted each other, Xiao Yu was slightly dominant, and several Daomen real people stationed in the place were only Xiao Yu on the surface, but in essence they were mainly wait-and-see. Although everyone is in the same boat, in the final analysis, there are still most allies, and if you want these immortals who have lived in the clouds and overlooked the world for most of their lives, they will bow their heads, and a king of Xiping County who is entrenched in the northwest is still too far behind.

Xiao Yu stood by the lotus pond for a while, as if he felt overwhelmed by the cold, turned around and went back to the house, calmed down, forcibly suppressed the unknown thoughts that had just been aroused, took a scroll of the Huang Ting Sutra in his hand, and began to follow the example of the ancients Huang Ting to look at the secret of immortality and fairy anecdotes. Somehow, Xiao Yu suddenly remembered a sentence, what readers are most afraid of reciting is the language of the sage, but it is their own business. From this point of view, he and the Taoist people are also reciting the fairy language, doing their own family. It's really a raccoon dog.

Confucian sages once said that words, meritorious service, and virtue, Xiao Yu and the Taoist sect headed by the real person in charge of the sect are actually doing one thing, making meritorious contributions, establishing a thousand years of karma, and passing on the inheritance for thousands of years.

This Huang Ting Sutra was personally sent by Du Mingshi, and it was handed down by the previous generation of masters, and it has a great meaning in it, but Xiao Yu is really a layman among the laity, and he can't understand the subtleties in this Huang Ting, and he has already read most of it, and he has not been able to find the strangeness in it.

This made Xiao Yu feel a little discouraged, could it be that he really wanted to go to see the Heavenly Demon Technique again? God knows what strange side effects these Demon Sect exercises have, Xiao Yu has seen that the side effects of a partial sect exercise are inhumane, and this exercise can only be cultivated by men, which really makes people shudder when they think about it.

Xiao Yu has learned a lot of things, I am afraid that there is no one in the world who can control it, at this time the body is weak, Xiao Yu does not think about the forging body of the Demon Gate and the golden body of the Buddha Gate, but the Jindan jade liquid kung fu of the Moyun Taoist Sect, the raw liquid under the tongue, and the swallowing jade liquid longevity wine. Although it doesn't have much effect, it's better than nothing. Of course, this jade liquid immortal wine is not the immortal wine given to him by Master Du Ming, but the name is the same.

Xiao Yu's thoughts were so chaotic and drifting, swaying leisurely, not stopping, completely diverging, and in a trance, he seemed to see Shangguan Xianchen going out to sea with a sword, thousands of flying swords followed, the real person in charge of the sect rode down the mountain, the purple qi came from the east twenty-nine, there were thirty-six sword sects, there was one gasification and three clearing, and the two world-class masters who were almost heavenly immortals shot with all their might.

In such a realm, it can be regarded as a real escape.

At this time, Xiao Yu just turned to the last page of the Huang Ting Jing in his hand, but it was not the content of the Huang Ting Jing, but a leisurely tour made by the ancestor of Daomen.

"Fu Liezi walked against the wind, and he was good, and there were five days in ten and then he reversed. He is not counted among those who are blessed, and although he is exempt from doing it, he still has something to do.

If the husband takes advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth, and the argument of the six qis, and swims in infinity, he will be treated as evil! Therefore, it is said: To man without self, God and man without merit, and saint without name. ”

The handwriting is sloppy, and there is an even more sloppy inscription after the last sentence.

Zhuangzi Hugh.

Zhuang Zhou, the word rest. The first person of the Daomen after the Taoist ancestor, and the Taoist ancestor Laojun is called Lao Zhuang, just like the Confucian sage Confucius Meng, Zhuang Zu is to the Daomen, just like the Yasheng is to Confucianism.

It is this Zhuang ancestor who once said the allusion of Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies, butterfly dreams of Zhuang Zhou, and once divided the five realms of the cultivation world. The inner sage and outer king advocated by Confucianism were also first proposed by Zhuang Zu, which had a far-reaching impact on Confucian saints. Even Xiao Yu once said that the "wild words" saints are not dead, and the thieves are not stopped, but also from the mouth of Zhuang Zu.

This getaway is actually written by Zhuang Zu himself?!

Xiao Yu was a little incredulous, subconsciously raised his hand and gently shook the scroll in his hand.

The world is spinning.

At this moment, Xiao Yu seemed to be standing above the nine heavens, looking around blankly, with mountains, rivers, grass and trees under his feet, and the sun, moon and stars above his head.

This state is no stranger to him, it is the soul traveling. It's just that when he cultivated the Weiyang Sword Sutra back then, he was only a few hundred zhang away from his body, but now he has gone straight to the Nine Heavens and traveled thousands of miles.

Since the Yang Sword Sutra was deprived by Mr. Fu, coupled with the condensation of his physique, the five qi began to show his grandeur, Xiao Yu lost the ability to go out of his body, but now his physique has been greatly damaged, and his vitality is even more lacking.

Xiao Yu looked around blankly, not seeing the way out, not knowing the way back. However, Xiao Yu knows one thing very well, this is the moment when his foundation is the weakest, and if he wants to recover his realm in a short period of time, he must grasp this rare but unattainable enlightenment, and ascend to the sky in one step like a real person.

Xiao Yu looked up, and the stars were surging, and a Milky Way ran through it.

Xiao Yu looked down and saw mountains, rivers and rivers, and cities dotted with cities.

The upper part is the sky, and the lower part is the earth.

If the dustless real person who once enjoyed the leisurely scenery gets this opportunity, he may not be able to ascend to the sky in one step and return to the realm of leisure.

It's a pity that Xiao Yu has never seen the scenery above the nine heavens, so he can only step into the ground.

He whispered to himself: "Since you can't cross the clouds, and stay in the world......"

Speaking of this, Xiao Yu slammed down, and then rushed down.

The ground under his feet is getting closer and closer, and Xiao Yu is seeing more and more things. Maybe it's where the mind is, and most of what you see is people or things related to you.

To the east, there is a Taoist in Tsing Yi carrying a long sword and holding a bamboo cane, walking with a song.

To the west, there is a woman in white carrying a jet-black guqin on her back, alone.

To the south, there is a woman in red, an ancient Buddha with a green lantern.

To the north, there is a man in a blue robe, holding a pen at the desk.

In the middle, in Jiangdu City, a woman in Tsing Yi sat by the window, looking at the scenery outside the window, stunned.

Xiao Yu can "see" that each of the five people has a trace of scattered luck entangled in his body, and the other four are roughly the same, only Lin Yinping, who is in the middle, is the deepest and heaviest entanglement, almost to the point of being one with Xiao Yu, and it is difficult to distinguish from each other. Therefore, the autumn leaves with the most abundant qi occupy the eastern wood genus, the main birth, and Qin Mumian, who has the heaviest killing machine, occupies the western metal, and the main killing, and the inconspicuous Qiu Si and Lan Yu occupy the north and south water and fire respectively, and Lin Yinping, who has the weakest qi engine but the most entangled luck among the last five people, sits in the most important central Wutu position.

Xiao Yu took a deep breath and swallowed it.

Five invisible Qi Rainbow Changhong rose into the air and came towards Xiao Yu together.

The five qi fortunes were swallowed into his stomach in one gulp, and the five colors on his face appeared alternately.

Xiao Yu slammed into the mist-shrouded earth beneath his feet.