Binh Duong Provincial Palace.

In the Hall of Morality, on the candlestick made of bronze cranes, the lights are flickering.

The people of Fuyun Dao held the floating dust in their hands, and said with amazement in their mouths:

"I don't want Daoyou to be a Purple Mountain vein!"

Ma Ping smiled slightly and bowed.

Then, without knowing what he thought, the old Taoist priest shook his head and said no more, and asked:

"Daoist friends are here to seek exercises?"

Ma Ping's jaw said:

"Exactly, please ask the deacon for the convenience of this matter"

The Floating Cloud Daoist nodded:

"Convenient, naturally convenient, please stay with Taoist friends, and the old Taoist will go and get it"

The people of Fuyun Dao shook off the floating dust and stood up and walked towards the apse.

Ma Ping sat on the bed and meditated and waited, and soon the people of Fuyun Dao reappeared.

Holding a jade slip in his hand, he walked up to Ma Ping and handed it out:

"Chongming Daoyou, this is the third layer of pure yang gong"

"But the avenue is not spread outside, and I also invite Taoist friends to watch the memory in this hall"

Ma Ping shook his robe, took the jade slip with both hands, and said:

"Thank you, Deacon"

"Well, that Taoist friend will remember it first, the old Taoist still has some private matters, so he will go out first"

"In this way, Shigeaki sends the deacon"

got up to see off the people of Fuyun Dao, and Ma Ping was the only one left in the main hall.

Looking at the jade slip in his hand, he smiled slightly, and sat cross-legged on the cloud bed without further delay.

Holding the jade slip in his hand, he gently touched the cyan jade slip and floated into the air.

Suddenly, Jade Jian shook slightly, and a blue light emerged from Jian, shooting straight over.

The blue light shot out very quickly, and before Ma Ping could react, it had already sunk into his forehead.

I felt my head dizzy, and when I came back to my senses.

Secretly sensed that the third layer of Pure Yang Gong was already in his mind.

"Whew~" secretly breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, and finally arrived!

Looking at the jade slip in his hand again, it was still green and green, and he immediately knew that this jade slip should be a treasure.

However, thinking that it was not something that he could carry in the Dao Palace, he greatly reduced his interest and put it aside.

Stood up, shook his sleeves, walked to the door, and pushed the temple door open:

Squeak~

A boy in red who was twelve or thirteen years old was guarding the door, and when he saw the door wide open, he hurriedly turned around and saluted:

"See the Dao Chief!"

Ma Ping bowed his head slightly and asked:

"Tong'er, do you know where the deacon has gone?"

The boy in red bowed again and said:

"The deacon went out of the palace"

"Before leaving, he left an order that the Taoist can decide to stay after the matter is done, and there is no need to wait for him."

Ma Ping felt a little strange in his heart when he heard this, and he didn't know why this Fuyun Dao person was in such a hurry.

"There must be something important!" said to the boy, shaking his head:

"Well, then you will thank the deacon for the poor."

"Just say that next time, Poor Dao will meet you again and thank you"

The boy in red didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly replied:

"Compliance with the law"

"Hmm" lightly bowed, and Ma Ping went to the outside of the Dao Palace.

The exercises have been obtained, and then I will help Zhang Xianling to go to the heart knot~

Hahaha~

Dao Palace, next to the merit pool.

The Fuyun Dao people who had left the Dao Palace were sitting on the boulder next to the pool at this time.

Sitting cross-legged, very leisurely.

The white-headed robe, looking at the past, is like an old fairy descending to earth!

Next to the boulder, there is also a stone table with a Go endgame on it.

A yellow-clothed Taoist man is holding chess with both hands, thinking carefully.

The man was a burly man with a full beard.

Even if the robe is loose, you can see the undulating muscle lines under the clothes.

He said that he was a Taoist priest, but he looked more like a wrestler.

On the top of the stone table, the tall locust tree covered it, but at this time the leaves had almost fallen, and even if there was left, they were all drooping in disgust.

Neither of them spoke, and the pond was silent.

Half a day:

"Smack!" A crisp sound sounded, and the yellow-clothed Taoist dropped one.

Suddenly, a breeze rolled up on the chessboard, stirring off a few dead leaves on the tree.

Call~

At this time, the yellow-clothed Taoist straightened up, looking at the chessboard, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was proud.

Hearing this, the people of Fuyun Dao looked over, glanced at the chessboard, and smiled.

Said:

"Wonderful chess, wonderful chess~ The chess strength of the friends in yellow is gradually rising, and it is gratifying to congratulate~"

"Hahaha~" The yellow-clothed Taoist laughed when he heard this, and pointed at the Fuyun Daoist with his hand and said:

"You old man is so dishonest!Who in the entire Xiyun Mansion doesn't know that I, Huangyun Dao, is a bad chess player!?"

As he spoke, he threw the remaining chess pieces in his hand, sat on the stone bench, and asked sideways:

"You have always come to the door for nothing, say, what is the matter with coming to me today?"

When the Fuyun Dao people heard this, they slowly got up and walked to the stone table and sat down, shook their heads and smiled:

"When did little old man be so utilitarian?! Why don't I remember?"

The yellow-clothed Taoist snorted twice with disdain, waved his hand, and said:

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

The Floating Cloud Dao man muttered to himself before he said:

"Huang Chuling wants to deal with the matter of Purple Mountain Temple, have you heard about it before?"

"Hmm, so what?" said the yellow-clothed Taoist, puzzled:

"Although it is a loss of temperament to bully the small, Huang Chuling is also reasonable"

Could it be that this old man wants to stand out for the Purple Mountain View?

Then we won't be with you.

It's not that I'm afraid of Huang Chuling, it's just that there's no need to offend a Taoist friend for a Taoist boy!

Not cost-effective!

As soon as his eyes rolled, he began to think about how to shirk it.

"Alas" Fuyun Dao people didn't care about his expression, and said directly:

"It used to be good to say, left and right are just a Taoist boy. But now it's changing!"

"Oh, what variable?" Could it be that Chong and Lao'er can still survive?

The yellow-clothed Taoist thought as he pinched a black chess piece.

The Fuyun Daoist sighed and said:

"The new Purple Mountain Contemplator has become a Taoist priest! Now he is also our fellow Daoist!"

"What's more, he hasn't been crowned at this time!"

Hiss!

The yellow-clothed Taoist slammed his mouth, touched his head and said:

"The Iron Tree has actually bloomed!"

"I still remember when Chong and Daoyou were still there, I also saw his apprentice"

"It's just a lump of wood! Now it's really happening!?"

"Rare!

The people of Fuyun Dao were too lazy to listen to this, so they said:

"What do you feel about going back, let's talk about it first, what should we do now?" he frowned:

"You can't let the two of them really fight!?"

The yellow-clothed Taoist was stunned when he heard this, grabbed a handful of beards, and said distressedly:

"That's a problem!"

"It's really a fight, it doesn't matter if they die or not, I'm most afraid of involving the mortal world, I can't escape"

......

This time out of the city, Ma Ping did not go through the north gate again.

He came out of the Dao Palace and went to say goodbye to Zhang Xianling, and then took a carriage to the south of the city.

Out of the city through the south gate.

In November, the snow has stopped, and the sky is cold.

In the distance, on the bare branches, crows took advantage of the snow to stop looking for something to eat.

Squeak ~ squeak ~

The snow was thick on the official road because it was not covered, and the wheels pressed on it, and the snowflakes creaked.

Syllable~

The coachman shook his long whip and whipped it in mid-air.

The carriage moved slowly.

This time he was going to Wangzhuang, and it was said that Wang Yuanwai's son was fascinated by ghosts.

Sitting cross-legged in the carriage, he said in a voice that only he could hear:

"I hope that this time I will be able to figure out the rules of the merit system"