Three days later, in a restaurant in Yancang Town.

A walking merchant frowned and told his companions what he had seen and heard on the rivers and lakes.

"Lao Liu, are you telling the truth? That's too unbelievable, isn't it? Donghua Sect is one of the top three major sects in Jiangdong, and it was actually kicked out?"

"Of course it's true, not only that, the kicking hall is not a master of a big sect, but a person from our Chen Kingdom!"

"Chen Guoren, can't you? Our Chen Guo still has characters who can fight with Donghua Sect, and the Donghua Ancestor of Donghua Sect has soared!"

"If you don't say you're stupid, think about it, isn't there any other immortal in our Chen Kingdom besides that Donghua Ancestor?"

"Other immortals?...... You mean the first king?"

"That's right, this time one person and one sword picked the Donghua Sect, it is the daughter of the first king, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess of this dynasty!"

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The footman was still spitting and adding fuel and vinegar to the gossip he had heard.

A small Taoist hurriedly settled the wine money and walked towards Heming Mountain.

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When the heavenly and earthly treasures in the immortal realm are brought to the nether realm, they will soon lose their spiritual energy and become waste.

When the immortals come to the Nether, they will fall back into the mortal realm within ten days.

Only this exercise, when used in the lower realm, is still the treasure of the supreme treasure.

When the Tibetan Tuanzi Great Immortal was in the Netherworld, he was a virtuous and honest elder who was the best at teaching his disciples.

When he ascended to the immortal realm, he heard the Supreme Dao in Zixiao Palace again.

In addition, the Tibetan Tuanzi Daxian Mansion lives in Li Zhuang, does not ask friends for visitors, does not live in vain, and almost all of the time is spent on two things.

One thing is to study gastronomy, and the other is to educate and educate people.

The "Introduction to Mortal Cultivation of Immortals", which he spent 100,000 years writing, naturally simplifies the complex and returns to the basics, turning the mysterious philosophy into a trickle, which is easy for people to understand.

I think I took a modern junior high school physics book to teach Archimedes the drainage method to measure volume.

Archimedes, of course, didn't like to get any more inspiration from the bathhouse, and thought slowly.

He just needs to learn and master it simply.

Provided, of course, that he is Archimedes, and not an indigenous person on some Pacific island with an average intelligence of less than 60.

Otherwise, you will dry your saliva, and he may not be able to learn.

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"You're back?"

When Xiaodao Tong returned to the mountain, it happened to be dinner time, and Zhang Zifan himself was happily enjoying the white chopped chicken.

He pulled Xiaodao Tong to sit down, sandwiched a chicken leg for her, and said, "Eat more, you are the time to grow your body...... Is there anything wrong with you?"

Zhang Zifan frowned, because he keenly felt that his little Dao boy seemed to want to stop talking.

Tilting his head, Xiao Daotong suddenly showed a hearty smile, squinted his eyes and said, "It's okay, after dinner, Lord Priest, you will teach me to practice swords, right?"

"This request of yours makes me very embarrassed, although I am the first sword immortal of the younger generation of Baihemen, but Baihemen has the rules of Baihemen, and it is not allowed to teach outsiders more than three times a week......"

"Then Master Priest, teach me how to count ants!"

"Let's talk about sword training again!"

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I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhang Zifan feels that his little Taoist boy will have a significant change in his mood every time he goes down the mountain.

And this time, she's even more clingy.

After dinner, Zhang Zifan took the little Taoist boy to the open space and began to practice swords.

Zhang Zifan's swordsmanship has improved very quickly recently.

When he ascended to the immortal realm, Zhang Zifan would let his tool man practice swords.

The muscle memory formed by repeated practice can be inherited by Zhang Zifan himself.

In addition, Zhang Yadaoren, a doppelganger, eats and drinks everywhere in the fairy world, although he doesn't have much ability, but his vision is definitely extremely high.

This also imperceptibly affects Zhang Zifan's ontology, but because there is no pressure, this progress is not very fast.

It's just that today's little Taoist seems to be a little faceless.

Although her moves did not have killing intent, they became more and more aggressive, and Zhang Zifan was gradually at the point of exhaustion.

"Damn, are you so strong, be careful, I'll deduct your salary!"

"I mean it, it's a deduction!"

"Look at what this is? This is your duty pay, tear up!

"Stop it~Kill people~"

Completely ignoring Zhang Zifan's threat, Xiao Daotong held a wooden sword and still pressed forward step by step.

Zhang Zifan is also a little angry, he doesn't hit people in the face, and he doesn't expose people.

I, Zhang Zifan, are indeed relatively poor, and I missed the golden age of martial arts training, but you are my little Taoist boy, is it really good not to give face to my boss?

Slowly, Zhang Zifan's mind kept coming up with the scenes he had seen in the fairy world.

The strength of all things when they recover, the stubbornness and unyielding of the female snail when they mend the sky, the human race from the wilderness to civilization, and the natural struggle with heaven and earth......

Zhang Zifan saw these things in his eyes and remembered them in his heart.

And now, little by little, they are integrated into their own swordsmanship.

The sword in Zhang Zifan's hand also became sword intent.

Jingle Bell –

I don't know how long I fought, Zhang Zifan found that the sword in his hand had fallen to the ground.

Xiao Daotong looked at himself in surprise with a branch.

And Zhang Zifan also looked at her in surprise.

As the sun sets, both men look at each other breathlessly.

Zhang Zifan was tired and panting, and Xiao Daotong didn't know why.

In contrast, Zhang Zifan was even more embarrassed.

Not only was his forehead covered in sweat, but his back was also soaked.

And Xiao Daotong just scattered a few strands of green silk from the corners of his forehead, his face was slightly red, and his chest was slightly undulating.

"Brother Zhang, I'll come back to you tomorrow!"

As he spoke, the little Taoist boy threw away the branch and ran away.

Shaking his sour wrist, Zhang Zifan shook his head, he didn't expect his little Taoist boy to be so powerful.

Of course, Zhang Zifan didn't know how powerful it was, he estimated that it was so powerful for the inner disciples of the White Crane Sect?

After all, he was accustomed to the battle between immortals and ancient powers, and it was difficult for Zhang Zifan to judge the level of combat power in the lower realm.

And Xiao Daotong ran back to his room, took out the "Introduction to Mortal Immortal Cultivation" from under the pillow, and carefully hid it.

"It seems that Brother Zhang's qualifications are not as bad as imagined. ”

Recalling the constant feeding of him during the fight, but there were always surprises, Xiao Daotong showed a sweet smile on his face.

"As long as I follow the method in the cheats, I should be able to train Brother Zhang to the point where I can protect myself in the Nether......

When the time comes, I will be able to fly to the upper realm with peace of mind to find a way to make him an immortal together!"

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