In the early morning, in the glow of the morning sun, a red mist fell in the lower courtyard.

Zhao Yingyun came to look for Yang Liuqing, Wen Bai, and Wen Xun, but he didn't find it, and the people in the lower courtyard told him that Wen Bai and Wen Xun went to Wuze to serve as a priest and a priest of Chijun Temple.

And Yang Liuqing was called by the inspection court.

Zhao Yingyun once again soared away.

His cloud method is just the appearance, and the real method is actually the fire escape technique.

The first weight of fire escape is to resist fire, the second is to escape fire, and the third is to turn into fire.

When it comes to the realm of turning into fire, you can truly escape from fire.

And the fire can only hide in the fire, not afraid of the general flame.

He went again to the city of Duxia, and found Helianbi, but he had already gone out on a long journey, and asked his neighbors, but no one knew where he had gone.

He wanted to buy a carriage, but it just so happened that someone in the carriage and horse shop told him that a father and daughter were about to go to Guangyuan Mansion and asked him if he wanted to go along.

He thought about it and felt that it was okay, he didn't want to fly all the way, tired and hurried, there was no need for this, he walked slowly in a carriage, and he could also read books and practice the Fa all the way.

This father and daughter also seem to be monks, and there are very few people in the city who are not monks, but the mysteries on their bodies are mixed, and their cultivation is obviously impure.

Two bantam carriages, this kind of horse is slow, but has good stamina.

The father's name is Zhang Zhenye, and the daughter's name is Zhang Xingfang.

Before Zhao Yingyun asked, she had already said her name, because the apricot blossoms were in full bloom when she was born, so she gave the name of Xingfang.

She looked like a cheerful girl, and her father asked her to drive for Zhao Yingyun.

Probably saw that Zhao Yingyun was extraordinary, although he couldn't see what kind of realm Zhao Yingyun was, but he could guess that after all, in the city, there were many foundation building monks coming in and out.

He let his daughter drive for Zhao Chengyun, this move is obviously to hope that his daughter can have more contact with Zhao Chengyun, not to mention anything else, if he can give casual advice along the way, he also thinks it is excellent.

Zhao Yingyun sat in the carriage and took out a book he bought from Huang Ying and looked at it.

The carriage stayed overnight all the way, moving forward without hurry.

I didn't travel at night, so I didn't get into any trouble.

The food and accommodation along the way were also arranged by Zhang's father and daughter.

Although most of the time, Zhao Yingyun practiced quietly in the carriage alone, or in the house, looking mysterious and quiet, Zhang Xingfang did not have the opportunity to talk to Zhao Yingyun.

When she was about to arrive at Guangyuan Mansion, she found an opportunity to ask Zhao Yingyun, she asked how to purify her Xuanguang, she said that she used many ways, but she couldn't make her Xuanguang purer and more condensed.

People from all lower cities, when they are low-level, there is no shortage of ways and means at all, and what Zhao Chengyun knows, they will also know, because this is not a secret at all.

But there are still a lot of people who are stuck at one stage.

Zhao Yingyun thought about it, and finally gave her an answer, that is, practice.

Practice the Imperial Method.

Practicing day and night, practicing the Imperial Law is a pure way to boil the strength of mana, and there is no difference between ordinary people lifting stones and locks and standing on piles every day.

Zhao Yingyun felt that she might have seen too many theories, knew too many metaphysical things, and read too much about various spiritual truths, but neglected to practice them.

After a short exchange, I also knew that this father and daughter went to Guangyuan Mansion to be a spiritual planter for a cultivator family, they are good at planting spiritual rice, although the cultivation is not high, but the people who came out of the city are much more powerful than some half-tone spiritual planters.

Cultivating longevity and even immortality is only the dream of a very small number of people.

More people learn spells to survive and live.

They separated outside the city of Guangyuan Mansion, and Zhao Chengyun went to Guangyuan Mansion City alone.

In the afternoon, he found the prefect of Guangyuan Mansion City, identified himself, handed over the paperwork, and then he was hired.

The prefect of Guangyuan Mansion is an old man who looks very old, and his cultivation is also building the foundation, and he has a smile on his face after seeing Zhao Yingyun, and he washes the dust for Zhao Yingyun that night.

Zhao Chengyun did not refuse, he introduced many people in the government for Zhao Negative Yun, general judgment, theft, documents, etc., by the way, he also said that the new inspector went out to inspect and had not come back, and said that he might also know the inspection, because it was from Tiandu Mountain, named Zhou Chun.

Zhao Yingyun guessed that it was him.

In addition, there is also a Tian magistrate who has not arrived, saying that the rainy season is coming soon, and he wants to go to various places to see the sowing situation of Lingtian.

In addition, the chief official of the Ministry of Waterways went to the mouth of Sanchuan Lake to mediate the aquarium dispute there.

Although Zhao Yingyun has been in this world for more than ten years, almost twenty years, it is the first time that he has heard in such detail that the chief officials of various ministries are busy in the first government.

Zhao Chengyun is a newcomer, relatively young, born in Tiandu Mountain, and was praised by all of them, and he can only deal with them humbly.

The next day, he was invited to a banquet, but he refused.

He knew that on the first day, it was the prefect who picked up the wind for him, which was official, and whoever invited him after that could be of a private nature.

Although he never wants to offend people on the surface, he is also not willing to spend his energy eating and drinking with people every day.

He once read a biography of a person, written by a foundation building monk, which said that he was originally a genius figure among those foundation building monks, and he learned the law and the Tao, and he knew it at one point.

Then it was touted by many people, so he fluttered, often went to the cocktail banquet, unconsciously, his temperament was changed, and then he wanted to work hard to practice, but he couldn't do it, and the peers who were originally looked down on by themselves, after many years, actually opened up the purple mansion.

And he himself could only sigh in the mirror, looking at the mirror and crying sadly.

The personable, handsome young monk in his own heart was already dying.

Zhao Yingyun didn't want to be such a person, he didn't think he was a genius monk, but he didn't think he was bad, maybe he had a stronger understanding ability in some aspects, but he was not so strong that no one could reach him, so he himself understood that he couldn't slack off in his cultivation.

I can't do it for a day, I rested and had fun for a day today, and I felt that it was nothing, and the day after tomorrow I played for another day, and slowly, my heart was covered with dust.

Hongchen is full of joy, but it is like a net, slowly tying a person.

Only those who have been trained in this red dust, and who can emerge from the mud like a lotus flower without staining, are the true monks.

Thinking of this, he somewhat understood why Yamanaka would agree to reach such an agreement with the Great Zhou Kingdom.

Maybe there is another purpose in this, but it is absolutely not wrong to let the disciples in the sect gain experience.

At night, a lotus lamp made of blue and black and blue light is placed on the table, and a person sits on the bed to settle down.

The lamp emits a red circle of light in the darkness, forming a cluster of light, on which the light seems to breathe, breathing as one with the person sitting on the bed.

But at some point, in the eaves, there was a man who was climbing on the wall, and his head came in through under the eaves, and his head could be shrunk and stretched out, and he peeked into the house.

However, when his eyes saw the lamp on the table, the light flickered, but he immediately retracted, then covered his eyes, and turned into a cloud of black smoke and burrowed into the darkness.