Sword comes

The young Taoist squatted beside the bench, looked at the patio, and rubbed his cheeks.

For some reason, the immortal suddenly had a feeling that it was a blessing from heaven that this world existed.

The woodshed at the backyard of the Yang Family Pharmacy was filled with old and broken items. It had been unattended for a long time and looked messy.

Old Man Yang designated that all the items in this room were left for Li Huai, but Li Huai refused them because he didn't want the house to be empty after the old man passed away.

Li Huai wanted Chen Ping'an to help move the house, whether he wanted to look after it or take it himself, it was up to him, but Chen Ping'an didn't dare to do that.

The sunlight shone through the window, and there was not a single stale smell in the house. Zheng Dafeng stood there for a moment, lost in thought.

Zheng Dafeng stamped his feet, put a thin book on the shelf into his arms, and was going out to borrow three carts, so he asked Xianwei to use his apprentice, as it was free labor, and it would be a waste if it was not used.

The immortal lieutenant then took out a piece of yellow seal talisman paper folded into the shape of a flying bird from his sleeve, muttered something, recited the incantation, blew a breath, and a flash of spiritual light appeared. The immortal lieutenant muttered a few words softly, threw away the talisman bird, flapped its wings and jumped out from the other side of the patio, asking Lin Feijing to meet him there.

Zheng Dafeng exclaimed: "Folding paper into a crane, flying away gracefully, speaking the truth, reporting the news. Brother Xianwei, do you still have the nerve to say that you are not a living immortal?"

Xianwei blushed a little, and Lin Feijing quickly rushed to the Yang family shop. Shi Lingshan in the front yard did not stop Zheng Dafeng from "moving", but instead helped to move those old items of all sizes.

No matter what, Zheng Dafeng is still my senior brother. He may be a little ugly and his mouth may smell a little smelly, but he is not a bad person.

During this time, Zheng Dafeng did not forget to run to the kitchen and took away a few tea eggs. It is difficult to guard against thieves in the house, and Shi Lingshan was too lazy to care.

Finally, Zheng Dafeng asked Shi Lingshan if he could take the worthless old bench with him. Anyway, there was still some free space on the cart of Taoist Xianwei, so he could tie the things with hemp rope to make them more secure.

Zheng Dafeng thought Shi Lingshan was going to curse at him, but he actually nodded, glanced at the young Taoist priest, and said, "Just move away."

Something must be wrong when things are abnormal. Zheng Dafeng felt a little flustered and looked towards Shiling Mountain. His junior brother said frankly in his heart, "I have nothing to tell you."

Pushing the cart towards the western mountains, Zheng Dafeng's heart was pounding like thunder. He couldn't help but be extremely nervous.

Let's not talk about the bench, just the booklet in his arms is more like a catalog. Old man Yang wrote down the names of many artifacts in black, red and green ink, without recording any refining or lifting methods, nor their historical origins. He was extremely stingy with words.

Fortunately, they were divided into three categories: Taoism, Dharma, and Magic, with three grades. Among them, there were two Taoist objects, both bronze, a small tripod in good condition, and a dilapidated bronze tree with many broken marks. In addition, there were twelve Dharma objects and fifty-six magic objects.

Although Zheng Dafeng looked very happy at the moment, he actually regretted it as soon as he took the booklet. When he left the pharmacy and pushed the cart a few steps, he regretted it. Of course, he knew that the master doted on that little bastard Li Huai the most, but he still underestimated the degree of the master's closeness to the grandson.

Passing by Li Huai's old house, it is located at the westernmost end of the town, and Zhenzhu Mountain is the closest to the town among the mountains in the west, so it is considered a close neighbor.

Li Liu, the master of the world who controls a long river of time and all the water creatures. Wang Zhu, the only true dragon in the world.

There is always a way out. Perhaps the Three Mountains and Nine Marquises had never intended to kill the dragon that was "disdained by heaven" from the beginning. He was willing to let it go, otherwise the candidate for the Ten Heroes of the Ancient World would not have only built Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, and handed over the rest of the formations to Wang Min, an anonymous disciple, to set up.

But Wang Zhu and Li Liu had almost no interactions. Who should they blame? Should they blame the bad weather, or should they blame the too many shortcuts and detours in the world?

After entering the mountain, the sound of wheels could be heard on the winding road.

The bottles and jars in several large packages were bumping into each other, like a group of angry children, quarreling and fighting.

Lin Feijing was surprised and said, "Master, there is a lot of fog in the mountain today."

They were like fairies riding on clouds and mist. Zheng Dafeng said with a smile, "Looking at flowers in the mist, hazy beauties, it's refreshing. Now even our farts will smell good."

Although he said all these things, Zheng Dafeng actually knew in his heart that this was because Liu Xiang had issued several "Edicts of Enthronement" in succession.

Zheng Dafeng lowered his voice and said, "Brother Xianwei, there are so many things. Let's just pick a few that catch our eye. We can be porters and get paid. Only God and the earth know, and you and I know... Hey, Fellow Daoist Lin is here too."

Xianwei said helplessly: "Brother Dafeng, I still have some integrity in my conduct."

Having said that, Zheng Dafeng and Xianwei were in sync and looked at Lin Feijing at the same time.

Lin Feijing has always respected his teachers and always observed his eyes and nose, and his nose and heart.

Different from the immortal officer who does not even have a private talisman, the Taoist Lin Feijing is considered a good candidate for Taoism in the orthodox sense.

He truly felt that the master's words were profound and his behavior was natural. On the other hand, he himself seemed artificial.

Zheng Dafeng asked tentatively, "Whoever sees it gets a share. This should be your destiny. Does Brother Lin have the item you like?"

Lin Feijing shook his head and said, "Mr. Zheng is joking."

Zheng Dafeng was still unwilling to give up and wanted to drag Lin Feijing into the water, saying: "Just based on the title of Mr. Zheng, I have to reciprocate and give you a few things."

Lin Feijing just refused to nod, and he was sure in his heart that this was a test of his Taoism from his master.

At the top of the Jiling Peak, the ancestral mountain of Luopu Mountain, the host and the guest stood by the railing, overlooking the earth and mountains.

Wei Bo was the first to say goodbye and leave.

Suddenly, a sword flashed, and Zhu Lian reached out and grabbed the flying sword. After reading the contents of the secret letter, Zhu Lian handed it to Zheng Juzhong, "It was sent from the Jiuzhen Immortal Pavilion in the Central Earth Shenzhou. Immortal Yunmiao wrote on the envelope that it was personally sent by Master Chen, but the content was about how grateful he was to Mr. Zheng."

Zheng Juzhong waved his hand and said, "No need to look at it."

Zhu Lian put away the secret letter and couldn't help laughing, "This Yun Miao is also a wonderful person."

Wei Bo's Piyun Mountain received a flying sword message almost at the same time as Luopu Mountain.

It turned out that the head of the Wei family in Taoye Lane, Wei Benyuan, or the Taoist Wang Min who had restored his original appearance, sent a letter to the old house, roughly promising the court that he was willing to voluntarily donate the land of the immortal tomb. The Wei family was one of the big landlords in Lizhu Cave Heaven in the past. For example, the Li family in Fulu Street owned the land deed on the old porcelain mountain, and the Lu family still occupied the vast fields on both sides of the Longxu River and Tiefu River.

Wang Min did not explain the reason to the court, but the Dali Ministry of Revenue and the Emperor were well aware that this was a gift given in advance by the Wei family.

good thing.

The stream is lovely, the mist is fresh, and it is pleasant to chat along the way.

If there were no Xianwei, Zheng Dafeng would not dare to act on his own and take on things casually.

After passing Tiandu Peak, we arrived at Luopu Mountain, where we saw Cen Yuanji, who was rarely resting at the foot of the mountain. He was sitting alone at the table in a daze.

The clouds and fog are extremely heavy today, coming from the south. It feels like climbing a mountain. When you reach the halfway point, the fog runs out and gradually condenses into a cotton-like sea of ​​clouds.

Zheng Dafeng let go of the handle of the cart and asked Xianwei and his apprentice to move the things to the house first. He sat down at the table, crossed his legs, rubbed his arms, and joked, "Master Cen, are you really confident in handing over that to Master Wen? Aren't you afraid that he will mislead the students?"

Now Cen Yuanji and Zheng Dafeng are both boxing masters at Yingyu Peak in Tiaoyu Mountain. Since the arrival of Wen Xixi, who refused to leave, Zheng Dafeng often simply let Wen Xixi be responsible for teaching martial arts, and the boys and girls also agreed. Especially since Chen Pingan showed up at Yingyu Peak's martial arts arena last time, these children with high aspirations have completely behaved. Besides, Wen Xixi is already quite famous in the mountains of Baopingzhou.

In Zheng Dafeng's words, it is because you are learning boxing now that you have the opportunity to listen to Pei Qian's instructions and come into contact with masters like Wen Xixi. When the day comes when you become a master and go out of the mountain to roam the world on your own, it will be extremely difficult to even see a mountain top realm on the way, let alone the end realm. If you are lucky, you will meet one or two martial artists from the far-reaching realm.

Cen Yuanji said, "There's nothing to worry about."

Zheng Dafeng seemed to be making small talk. "I heard that there was a great demon from the Middle Earth that was killed by Bai Ye's sword and his body was released. He reached the perfect state of ascension and changed his name to Zhou Hu. His Taoist name is 'Mei Zheng'. There are many different opinions about his true identity. Some say he is a scorpion spirit, while others say he is a fox. But he is extraordinary. In the Middle Earth Shenzhou, under the noses of the Confucian Temple saints, he can be regarded as a hero who has ruled a region. Deep underground, he has a strange and unusual ferry, which is rumored to be connected to the Yellow Spring Road. His natal object is a pipa, and in terms of Taoist age, he is older than Guo Outing of Tieshu Mountain. You know the 'demons and ghosts' in the vast world. The demon refers to Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City, the ghost refers to Yang Qiangu of the back mountain of Fuyaozhou, and the monster refers to the Qingshan Goddess of Zhuhai Dongtian. The leading demon is this Taoist friend Mei Zheng."

Cen Yuanji asked in confusion: "Why are you telling me this?"

She was a pure warrior and had nothing to do with these superstitious things.

Zheng Dafeng looked straight at Cen Yuanji and said with a smile, "Why is it okay?"

Cen Yuanji frowned and said, "Just say what you want to say, don't play dumb with me."

Zheng Dafeng said, "The Taoist corpse-reincarnation method is ultimately inferior and cannot be considered the righteous way to immortality. The corpse-reincarnation method that relies on external forces is even lower, so the requirements for the 'external force' are high. Zhou Hu is extremely conceited and has high expectations. If they want to find the method of thunder-reincarnation, of course they have to find the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain. He is undoubtedly the best choice. Unfortunately, the two sides do not have a close relationship. Zhou Hu is unwilling to lower his head, and the Heavenly Master may not be willing to bear the consequences."

"If I choose water dissolution, I can barely find Madam Dandan of Lushuikeng, but Madam Dandan's Dao power is not as good as Zhou Hu's. The possibility of successful corpse transformation is too low. I might not be able to keep my immortal transformation and become a ghost immortal with no hope of achieving the Great Dao, which would make me unwilling. If I choose fire dissolution, of course I have to find the leader of Beijuluzhou. Originally, this solution is most in line with my own Great Dao and will reduce the Dao power the least. The problem is that Zhou Hu happens to have an old grudge with Fire Dragon Master. Zhou Hu only asked for a corpse transformation, not for death. What if Fire Dragon Master only agreed verbally? I will think to myself, I delivered myself to the door, right..."

"Shan Jie, how can you find the elusive Master San Shan Jiu Hou? Zhou Hu doesn't have the courage to disturb this highly respected and powerful senior."

"As for the sword solution, it is even more of a luxury."

Even if Zhou Hu was lucky enough to find the isolated island overseas when he went out to sea to visit the immortals, he was destined not to be able to see the most proud person in the world.

"But things in the world are so coincidental. You can find something without any effort after searching for it for a long time."

"Zhou Hu got what he wanted, and finally the sword was released."

Cen Yuanji thought Zheng Dafeng was just showing off some knowledge he had heard from others, and let him chatter on like a storyteller on the bridge.

Zheng Dafeng smiled and said, "It's just because I am in this mountain."

Seeing that Zheng Dafeng's eyes looked a little unserious, Cen Yuanji got up and went to Tiaoyu Mountain.

As she walked, she was unaware that a golden light appeared between her eyebrows and spread across her entire face in an instant. The next moment, Cen Yuanji was radiant, and thousands of golden threads were dragged behind her. Then, the misty light that intertwined into a vague human figure separated from Cen Yuanji, and the clear light instantly gave rise to meridians, qi palaces, bones, flesh, robes, and accessories...

When he turned around again, it was already a woman.

Not to mention her round and smooth figure, the beauty of her face is even more indescribable.

It was the great demon Zhou Hu who was temporarily residing in Cen Yuanji’s soul.

Only after receiving an order from Mr. Zheng on the top of the mountain did it dare to show up as an exception.