"The highest Dharma form of the Taoist sect... the Twelfth Grade Good Fortune Green Lotus!"
In the blink of an eye.
Zhao Yuheng, a young Taoist nun from the new world who has never seen the market, felt as if she had forgotten the instinct of breathing, and she staggered and fell on the chair with a dull face...
You must know that her teacher, Ku Xuanzi, is already a rare expert in the Xuanzong of Taoism in a thousand years, and he has only cultivated to the sixth-grade Qinglian, and he has already been honored as the leader of Taoism by many powerful people in the new world.
But in this ancient small world, such an unimaginable existence popped up directly.
"Phew... if the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals. If the mountain is too high, even immortals will be hard to top!"
Zhao Yuheng took a long time to catch his breath.
It returned to its former indifferent and bright appearance.
The surrounding juniors and juniors noticed the abnormality and hurried up to inquire, but Zhao Yuheng was unwilling to talk more about this matter, so as not to upset the senior...
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Among the royal tombs.
Jiang Zirou's body was in chaos, and his long black hair was loose.
Between exhalation and inhalation, yin and yang are surrounded by two qi, and the spirit, qi, body and breath resonate together.
The night is fleeting.
When the next morning came, the purple air traveled three thousand miles from the east, turned into a waterfall, and fell into the imperial tomb.
The entire imperial capital was shrouded in a layer of brilliant mist.
"what 's wrong… "
"It must be a fairy appearing!"
The common people in the market talked about it, and then they were delighted to realize that some of their stubborn illnesses had improved, and they felt relaxed.
The simple old man knelt on the ground and worshiped in the direction of the imperial mausoleum, praying for good weather and a good harvest in the coming year...
In the palace.
Jiang Heng was wearing a sable robe and looked at everything that happened in the imperial tomb with a moved expression.
The queen was by his side, her eyes were as tender as water.
In a certain inn.
The few Taoist priests who had just woken up saw this scene, and immediately opened their mouths.
The fat baby girl with an oval face tugged on Zhao Yuheng's sleeve.
He stammered and said, "Senior Sister... Ziqi has traveled three thousand miles to the east, has Lao Tzu appeared?"
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imperial mausoleum.
Jiang Zirou lay on his back on the withered grass, the sound of grass growing in his ears.
The sun is strong and the water waves are gentle.
Only then did she realize that spring had arrived before she knew it.
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The purple air coming from the east slowly disappeared.
The originally stagnant crowd began to evacuate, busying themselves with their respective tasks.
Good or bad.
Life always has to go on, but what happened today gave the people in the Great Xia Gandu an extra piece of chatter after dinner.
Zhao Yuheng's eyes were purple.
The bottleneck that had troubled her for a long time was loosened, and she was inexplicably shocked, and she wanted to meet this expert hidden in the palace even more.
"Senior sister, what do you think this expert will look like?"
"Probably an old Taoist priest with a white beard and white hair, with fairy wind and crane bones... just like Master, maybe even older than Master."
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Return to the palace.
Jiang Zirou checked his cultivation.
Although there is a chance, there is still a long way to go to the realm of martial arts saints.
Don't rush.
But it seems a little inappropriate to describe her now as a martial arts master.
The practice of Qi, body and spirit has reached its peak.
Coupled with the three top-notch exercises currently practiced, there is no one in the realm of the great master who is Jiang Zirou's opponent.
"Perhaps... It's quite appropriate to describe me as a half-step martial artist."
shook his head.
But he left this matter behind.
There is not much difference between a so-called half-step martial saint and a pinnacle grand master who is not a martial arts saint.
The progress of cultivation base is very gratifying.
The awakening of the twelfth-grade Good Fortune Qinglian Dharma Aspect was also a rather unexpected surprise for Jiang Zirou.
The ancient scriptures of the early days are the first kung fu practiced by Jiang Zirou.
It is all-encompassing, and now she has only comprehended one or two tenths of it, and she feels that she has gained a lot.
I thought that this ancient practice would not involve the content related to the law.
But it never occurred to him that there was no corresponding Dharma awakening before, not because there was no corresponding content in the scriptures, but because Jiang Zirou's own strength was not enough.
The limit has arrived.
Faxiang came out naturally.
"The Twelve-Rank Fortune Green Lotus, it doesn't seem appropriate to call it a dharma appearance. Instead, it is more like a vision. The Tao follows nature, and the vision is the natural appearance of the Tao. It is the means of a saint...
My cultivation is still a long way from a saint, but because of the particularity of the ancient scriptures, I have obtained some saint's methods in advance, which is very interesting. "
His eyes are deep.
"From this point of view, the ancient scriptures of the early days are still more precious than the two magical arts of the real body of Taiwu and the Dafa of disintegrating demons, which is amazing!"
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Daxia Academy.
One of the six holy places of martial arts, in the past hundreds of years, countless talents of longitude and latitude have emerged from here.
There are countless civil servants and military generals.
That night, Zhao Gou, the dean of the Daxia Academy, came to a secret room with a jug of wine.
Unscrew the switch, and a bottomless tunnel appears in front of you.
After hesitating a few times.
Zhao Gou gritted his teeth and stepped into it, his figure was swallowed by the darkness in an instant.
deepest.
A thin, white-haired figure was trapped by nine dark iron chains. The neck, limbs, luteal bones, and spine...
Viscous blood dripped down.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the old figure raised his head, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
"Muzhi... long time no see..."
Hear the old man's voice.
Zhao Gou couldn't bear it anymore, threw himself on the ground, and cried loudly, "Master, you have really suffered these days!"
"I... jie jie jie... Since you feel that I have suffered, then quickly dedicate three hundred boys and girls to my teacher so that my teacher can make up for it! You traitor!"
Just as the old man was about to speak, his pupils suddenly turned scarlet.
The stern voice like a ghost echoed in the secret room, the nine chains were tightened together, and sparks shot everywhere, which was extremely terrifying.
The dignified master was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, it didn't take long for this demonic nature to be suppressed by the old man.
"Ahem... Teacher, I can't hold it anymore, and I don't know how long I can hold on."
Zhao Gou was speechless, only weeping.
It is hard to imagine that in a few decades, my master will be reduced from a grand master of martial arts to this.
Pour a glass of wine.
I will give the teacher and the old man a drink of the interesting things that happened in the city in the past few days, and sometimes I will reply a few words with a smile.
But occasionally, there were shrill cries echoing in the secret room.
Very scary.
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