"Fan Zhenjun frowned, but what do you think is wrong?" Seeing Fan Zhenjun's frowning, Sufa Zhenjun mistakenly thought that he was suspicious of what they were discussing.

Lifan was slightly stunned for a moment, and said: "Benjun has been obsessed with mundane things all these years, and now I listen to your arguments, there are many places that have opened up, but I have added a little puzzlement, so I frowned." ”

As long as he was born in a casual cultivation, a lot of experience was found out step by step by himself, and he had a natural weakness compared to the disciples of these sects, but no one dared to underestimate him.

"Zhenjun, please speak. ”

"Huyang Zhenjun just said that the way of heaven is right, our generation of cultivation must hold the spirit platform clear, the law image is always pure, take the demon defense path as its own responsibility, maintain the orthodoxy of the way of heaven, and magnify the yang of heaven and earth. But in recent days, Benjun has been wondering, our cultivation only cultivates the way of heaven, but we don't know the methods of evil ways, how can we know each other and confide. And if, as Zhenjun said, the Immortal Dao is blindly pursuing the right path, why is there a Vientiane Path Array in the Eight Great Illusion Arrays?"

"You and I have come to this position, how can we more or less have a few lives in our hands, and who can guarantee that there are no innocent people among them? If the Immortal Dao is just to uphold justice, what is the point of what we are pursuing?"

That day, he listened to King's Landing and seemed to have an understanding, but he felt that it was contradictory to what he had known before, so he simply threw out this mystery.

The crowd listened to him and fell into deep thought for a moment. Even Linglong Zhenjun and Phoenix Fairy stopped the so-called reminiscence and began to think about it seriously.

After a moment of silence, the Holy Hand scholar chuckled: "Heaven and earth are one, what is good and what is evil? Therefore, take the heart as the foundation, take the golden mean, cultivate the mind and correct it, everything is not without self and him, and the heart is worthy of the beginning. ”

Lu Qiqi listened to what he said, nodded slightly, and the point of view of this passage was somewhat similar to the tirade that the strange old man had told them before. Thinking of this, her heart moved slightly. The strange old man seems to have always said things about cultivating immortals, but why has she never realized this before?

The Holy Hand Scholar, who had been secretly paying attention to her, saw her nodding, and for some reason secretly felt happy in his heart, and said, "Miss Lu'er seems to agree with Benjun's point of view. ”

"Ugh. Lu Mi was stunned for a moment, glanced at Fan, saw that he had no objection, and said: "Yes, I have heard someone say such a passage, three thousand avenues, bringing together yin and yang." Yin and yang are one, good and evil are born together, the cultivation of immortals is the balance, the heaven and the earth are viewed by Tai Chi, and the bias can be on the right track. ”

At a young age, she can understand the true meaning, and when everyone hears it, they can't help but look at her with admiration. Linglong Zhenjun and Huyang Zhenjun nodded again and again, as for how many meanings were contained in their nods, no one could know.

Mu Daoren shook his head and said: "Wonderful, wonderful, Lao Dao has also heard that immortals have different qualities, if they all pursue the same Heavenly Dao, then they are all different fart." ”

He spoke rudely, but it was not unreasonable, and everyone consciously put aside the dirty words in his words.

Sufa Zhenjun's eyes sparkled, and for the first time, he looked at the little girl who came in behind Fan, well, it seemed that she was a new disciple of Fan. It's true, it's really tyrannical that a casual cultivator can receive a seedling with such a good understanding.

This discussion lasted for six hours, although the surroundings of Yiguang Pavilion were bright, but there was no sun and moon photographing, so when Lu Qiqi reacted that time passed so quickly, he was surprised.

After the end of the discussion, Sufa Zhenjun raised his hand gently, and a small copper bell appeared in his hand at some point, shaking it gently, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

As soon as the bell rang, sixteen beautiful girls in white dresses rushed in. Eight of the girls had nothing on their hands, but each of the eight girls was holding a black table, which was made of unknown material and glowed with pearles.

Eight delicate dishes with delicacies and fruits, as well as a jug of wine and a wine glass. The girl holding the table knelt on her knees and lifted it above her head. The other eight girls placed the wine and food on the stone table with graceful and smooth movements, and when everything was finished, they got up together, retreated neatly, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Brother Sufa's shot is really extraordinary. Huyang Zhenjun praised.

Sufa Zhenjun is quite complacent: "It's just some mundane things, not enough to worry about." ”

"These are all mundane things, and what we use is not all broken bricks and tiles. The phoenix fairy smiled, her voice was crisp and soft, really like a phoenix and chirping, which was endlessly evocative.

Mu Daoren picked up the wine jug and took a sip directly, and shouted: "The old Taoist is here to see the rare spirit grass, not to see these things, you are too unkind." ”

There was a smile in Linglong Zhenjun's eyes, she was a real person, and she didn't like Sufa's style of showing off everywhere. I think that the status of her Xuanwu Sect is higher than that of Tianquan Pavilion, and she and her husband are both god-transforming monks, and the spectrum is not as big as his.

Sufa Zhenjun's face twitched a few times imperceptibly, but he still smiled: "Then Benjun will let you see and understand." "Say it, clap your hands," asked the machine. ”

A man who looked to be older than Sufa came in with a flower pot, this was Sufa Zhenjun's eldest disciple - Wen Ji. The flower pot in his hand was covered with a brocade of gold thread on a red background, revealing only the flower pot made of spirit stones.

Asked the machine to walk to the Yiguang Pavilion, first saluted like all the true monarchs, and then carefully put down the flower pot in his hand, and retreated behind the true monarch of Sufa.

Sufa Zhenjun glanced around at everyone, and found that everyone's eyes were staring at the middle, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud, but he still didn't hurry and said, "You can take a look." ”

With a wave of his hand, the covered brocade of gold thread on a red background flew up, like a banner raised in the wind, and the hunting flew and fell into the hands of Sufa Zhenjun.

A half-human-tall spirit grass with a jasper-like body appeared in front of everyone. The rhizome is straight and slender, the leaves are curved and long, and the appearance is nothing more than an ordinary roadside grass.

But no one in the room looked down on them, and they all held their breath, staring at this ordinary-looking spirit grass with motionless eyes. Only Lu Qiqi was short of breath, and his hands couldn't help but clench into fists—it was really hasty.

The grass in the eyes of others may be full of aura, and a rich and liquid-like aura can be seen flowing in the stems and veins. But the grass and grass in Lu Qi's eyes were dying, and the roots and leaves were drooping.

"What kind of grass is this?" After being shocked, the Mudao people took the lead in speaking.

It's no wonder that he hasn't seen it, it's true that he's never seen such an ordinary grass, but it contains such a strong aura, which is comparable to the level of fairy grass. And although they are the top existences in the immortal cultivation world, the immortal grass is also an unattainable existence for them.

Sufa Zhenjun smiled smugly and waved his hand again. The grass on the pot was gone, replaced by a woman in green with her eyes closed and curled up in a ball.