Feixia view, take the meaning of the rise of the sun. It is a branch of the General Affairs Hall of the Netherworld Hall set up in the White Zhao Kingdom, and the chief manager selects qualified children in the White Zhao Kingdom to enter the lower courtyard of the Netherworld Palace, collects wild spiritual materials and other things. It's just that although Bai Zhaoguo has a vast area, it is extremely lacking in spiritual materials, and in the past hundred years, there are only a few who have passed the qualifications, and can be selected into the lower courtyard of the Netherworld Palace. The existence of Feixia Temple has almost become a legend in Bai Zhaoguo, and even characters like Wu Jiuqing are difficult to know their true faces.

Hearing the boy's name of Feixiaguan, Wu Jiuqing almost lost his feet again and fell into the water. However, in the mortal realm, he was able to step by step to reach the completion of the forging body, and his heart was also good, and he quickly stabilized his mind. It's just that the eagerness in his eyes is another point, and the rumored person in the Dengxian Holy Land is right in front of him, how can he not be hot. Although he is not very old, he has been struggling to practice recently, and the road ahead of martial arts seems to be nothing, and the appearance of Feixia Guan undoubtedly adds hope to him that there is a road ahead.

It's just that the three people in front of him obviously didn't plan to take him to Feixia Temple. Meng Tongchen nodded slightly to the boy on the shore and returned the salute, and then stepped out and arrived on the shore. Qingchen jumped lightly after him, and also jumped ashore, followed by Meng Tongchen, and left with the boy.

The three of them seemed to be walking unfast, but they seemed to shrink into inches. Wu Jiuqing's eyelids jumped in the back, and he recognized Meng Tongchen's peerless skills, but where did those two children get such skills?

Eventually, all three were out of sight. Wu Jiuqing sighed and turned to leave.

Feixia Temple, as the rumored holy place of Bai Zhaoguo, is located in a very ordinary place, well. It is in the capital of Baizhao Kingdom, next to the ancestral temple of the imperial tomb. In fact, thinking about it, this is also natural, the disciples of a branch hall outside the general affairs hall are the most condensed, and most of them are just accepting the true realm. With their cultivation, it is too difficult to really see the affairs of a country, so they naturally have to rely on the power of ordinary people, and the most powerful among the ordinary people is naturally the king of a country.

The founding monarch of Bai Zhao was also born in the Yin Hades Palace, but that was a thousand years ago, and now the cultivation inheritance of the royal family of Bai Zhao has long been cut off.

Following the boy, there was no obstacle all the way in the national capital, obviously both the guards at the city gate and the powerful children on the street knew this boy from Feixiaguan, and most of them had to be quite respectful: "Little National Teacher." ”

The prosperity of Bai Zhao's capital is very different from the Starstream City that Meng Tongchen has been to. Starflow City is huge, and there are many shops in the market, but the things sold by many shops are largely duplicative, and almost all of them are cultivation materials. Except for newcomers like him and the young people of the Qian family, almost everyone in the market has a clear purpose, and there is no real "loitering" person.

This is also determined by the characteristics of the group of loose practitioners. On the one hand, even if it is only a forging body realm that has not even touched the threshold of cultivation, it is easy to obtain enough things to enjoy from the mundane; on the other hand, compared to the monks of the great sects, the real spiritual objects that enter the product are all sky-high prices for casual cultivation. Therefore, in a cultivation city like Starflow City, which is mainly oriented to mid- and low-level casual cultivation, it is the norm for everyone to find trustworthy and familiar shops, and to be careful and never waste a spirit stone. The market is bustling enough, but it's not really lively.

But the capital of Bai Zhaoguo is really lively, from the emperor's relatives to the peddlers' pawns, and the market is bustling and endless. In the market, there are small items such as needles and threads, as well as valuable items such as silk and satin. The tempting aroma wafted from the restaurant, the shouting of the vendors, the quarrels between the small people and the shops over a few pennies, and the wanton laughter of the families who passed by the horses, entangled and mixed, so lively.

In the teahouse on the side of the road, I heard a crisp sound of waking wood. Then came the storyteller's subdued, half-literate voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you know that two months ago, a big master walked down from Fenlong Mountain in the north......

Actually talking about his own business, Meng Tongchen was curious for a while, listened to two sentences, and then sped up without leaving a trace. Taking advantage of the fact that Qingchen was blinded by the bustling street market and hadn't noticed that side, he quickly left the street.

It's still quite embarrassing to listen to your own deeds from other people's mouths, especially exaggerated ones.

Walking through the bustling streets and alleys, it is another scene near the location of the ancestral temple. Although it is still in the middle of the city, it is surrounded by greenery and green hills, and the environment is extraordinarily elegant. Stepping into it, there is a feeling of washing away the mortal dust and flying away.

It's just that although the fairy road is extraordinary, it may not be so detached.

Meng Tongchen silently said a sentence in his heart, and when he looked up, he could already see an elegant Taoist temple surrounded by green trees.

The Feixia Temple, the rumored holy place of Bai Zhaoguo, is here.

Stepping into the gate, I saw a crane-haired childish face, a Taoist priest in a white crane robe sitting on a futon, a small table in front of him, and a little Taoist boy was making tea on the side.

Seeing Meng Tongchen coming in, the old Taoist priest didn't get up, and said with a smile: "Old Taoist Jiang Xian, I am the deacon of the General Affairs Palace, and I temporarily lead the position of the Lord of Feixia Guanguan." Recently, the junior brother has been really interested. When I went to Bai Zhao to play, I didn't say a word to my senior brother, I didn't have any preparations, only this pot of tea to entertain my junior brother. ”

Meng Tongchen was not polite, and after returning the salute, he sat down by himself and said, "The junior brother is Meng Tongchen, a disciple of the Mo Crow Shuai. Recently, after a long period of retreat, I was a little quiet and thoughtful, and I came out to relax, not daring to disturb my senior brother's practice. It's satisfying to be able to ask for a cup of tea. ”

As he spoke, the boy on the side offered a cup of tea. Meng Tongchen took a sip after the result, only to feel that the fragrance of tea soaked his heart and spleen, and it was obviously not a mortal thing.

After drinking the tea, the old Taoist priest pushed away the teacup and said with a smile: "Within two months, you don't need to be really angry, and you will defeat the good players of Bai Zhao and the country." The cultivation of the junior brother in swordsmanship is only afraid that it is not weaker than those sword cultivators. ”

Meng Tongchen waved his hand and replied with a smile: "Senior brother, don't be joking. Senior brother, I'm just a whim, and I have a divine thought, even if I don't use true qi, what's so difficult to defeat a few body forging martial artists. ”

What the old Taoist priest said was not all compliments, at the Nazhen stage, whether it was a sword cultivation with a flying sword and a life, or a martial cultivation that focused on forging the body and refining the incorruptible body. The difference from ordinary monks is not too big. When the strength of everyone's divine thoughts was almost the same, the sword cultivator and martial cultivator did not react faster than the other cultivators, and everyone's physical strength was far from being able to resist spells and spells. With Meng Tongchen's advantage of slightly superiority over the same level in soul control, his control over his body is not inferior to that of martial arts cultivation of the same level, and although the chances of winning in pure hand-to-hand combat without magic are not great, he will never lose easily.

The old Taoist squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Meng Tongchen, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you are only about twenty years old, and you already have the mid-stage cultivation of Nazhen, and you have a great future in the future. Unlike the old me, I am still struggling on the ninth floor of Nazhen in my seventies, there is no hope for success, and my condensation is even more empty talk. I had to come to this mortal world to be a blessing. ”

There is some meaning in what is said, perhaps the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional. Meng Tongchen heard a little self-deprecation and a little persuasion from it. I think it was because Jiang Xian was afraid that he would be intoxicated with the scenery of the world, so he would be too distracted on the way to cultivation, and he would delay his cultivation before he spoke out to persuade him.

In this regard, Meng Tongchen could only pretend not to understand, and smiled vaguely. After all, it can't be said that he came out to invite many warriors, but in fact, he was looking for a way to deal with his fellow disciples.

Maybe this method is not smart, but this is indeed the method that Meng Tongchen came up with to deal with the tactics of the White Bone Sea under the White Bone Niangniang.

Strictly speaking, this is not a method to really crack the White Bone Niangniang One Pulse Technique, but a method that is only aimed at disciples like Yan Zhao who are not in the True Realm. Because Yan Zhao's realm is not enough, the strength of the white bone puppet under his control is only half of the truth, and most of the body is forged. Even if there is a way to exert the strength of his life, it is just to use the numerical advantage to encircle and kill. Monk Nazhen's true qi mana is limited, and once he is besieged, it is very likely that even if there are many ants biting the elephant to death, not to mention that there is a white bone floating slaughter eyeing him overhead.

Therefore, Meng Tongchen came to the mortal realm and relied on divine thoughts to steal the mastery of ordinary warriors. The size of the martial arts platform is limited, and the effect of the light exercise body method in a short distance is not necessarily weaker than that of the escape method, and for Meng Tongchen, the consumption is also less. Yan Zhao didn't accept the cultivation in the later stage, and the White Bone Floating Tu was in line with his exercises, and the consumption of true qi by this condensation-level magic weapon would never be less. Yan Zhao obviously had the upper hand but couldn't tell the winner for a long time, and it was inevitable that he would make a rash move in a hurry, and that was the opportunity for a decisive victory.

Of course, these calculations must not be talked to Jiang Xian.

Meng Tongchen did not answer the question directly, and Jiang Xian did not ask any questions. After drinking another cup of tea and chatting a few words, Jiang Xian leaned back slightly, and spoke again: "The old Taoist has a nephew, and he has never been successful in cultivation. But he has some talent in martial arts. A few days ago, I heard about my junior brother, and I have always wanted to ask my junior brother for a lesson or two. I wonder if the junior brother is interested in instructing him in two moves?"

Meng Tongchen had nothing to do, and opened his mouth to respond: "Then ask the virtuous nephew to come to me, but my junior brother's methods can not be called asking for advice." If my nephew's expectations are too high, I'm afraid I'll be disappointed. ”

"No, no. My virtuous nephew has always been a master and a low eye, so it's good for him to see the true immortal methods. Saying that, Jiang Xian instructed the boy beside him, "Go and invite your senior brother to come out and meet Senior Brother Meng." ”

The little boy went straight to the apse, and after a while, he came out with a tall warrior dressed in a bright yellow robe.

This dragon is looking at the tiger, his air is magnificent, and his blood is as high as fire, obviously he is already getting a glimpse of the road of martial arts.

came to the front hall and saluted Jiang Xian and Meng Tongchen: "Little Wang Duan Xu, meet Uncle and Uncle." ”