Dragon and Tiger Taoist

The golden sunshine is shining, bringing a touch of warmth. Compared with the past, this year's autumn seems to be colder.

The freshly harvested green rice is used to make porridge, the spirit fish is used to make steamed meat, and the spirit fish is used to make soup with black-bone chicken. Zhang Chunyi is having lunch, and at this time, he is wearing a green shirt, with his hair simply tied back and well-groomed. Zhuang Yuan walked in from outside.

After living in Longhu Mountain for a while, his complexion improved a lot, his skin became fairer, and most importantly, there was a hidden charm in his dark eyes.

"I have met the teacher. The disciple's parents are approaching the 100th day, so they came here to say goodbye."

Without a smile, Zhuang Yuan walked in front of Zhang Chunyi and bowed. Although he was still a child, his every move was no different from that of an adult.

After hearing this, he glanced at Zhuang Yuan. Zhang Chunyi did not deny that he called him teacher. Although the two of them did not have the title of master and disciple, they were actually master and disciple. Zhang Chunyi was quite satisfied with Zhuang Yuan's performance. of.

Of course, the current Zhuang Yuan is far from being a true disciple of Zhang Chunyi, because he has not received the true inheritance of Longhu Mountain.

"You haven't eaten yet, let's sit down and eat together."

Regarding the news that Zhuang Yuan was going down the mountain, Zhang Zhong had already reported to Zhang Chunyi. Immortal cultivators cultivate freedom and immortality, and do not need to be ruthless and ruthless. There is nothing to stop this.

Hearing this, Zhuang Yuan glanced at the simple but exquisite meal. He felt that it was a bit uncomfortable to eat at the same table with the teacher. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say it.

At this time, his stomach made a slight protest, which made him blush with embarrassment. Although he acted like an adult, he was still an eight-year-old child in essence.

"Eat when you're hungry. You don't have to be so reserved in front of me."

Shaking his head and laughing, Zhang Chunyi personally served Zhuang Yuan a bowl of porridge.

This time Zhuang Yuan did not refuse.

"Thank you, teacher."

He bowed again and sat down. Looking at the jasper-colored, clear-grained spiritual porridge in front of him, Zhuang Yuan carefully picked up a spoonful and took a bite.

The spiritual rice melted between his lips and teeth, the fragrance filled the air, and the warm feeling washed over his whole body. Zhuang Yuan couldn't help but squint his eyes.

When he had Dabai porridge on the mountain before, he thought it was the most delicious porridge in the world. Unexpectedly, the bowl of porridge in front of him tasted even better.

After coming back to his senses, he took a cautious look at Zhang Chunyi and found that he was not paying attention to him. Zhuang Yuan picked up another spoonful of spiritual porridge and drank it in small sips.

After finishing the meal, he asked the servant to put away the bowls and chopsticks. Looking at Zhuang Yuan who looked satisfied, Zhang Chunyi spoke again.

"It's natural for you to go home and worship your parents. I won't stop you, but remember to ask Uncle Zhong to send two guards for you."

Although Zhuangjia Village is not far from Longhu Mountain, Changhe County is indeed not peaceful during this period. With the influx of more and more refugees, various bandits are also emerging one after another. Safety issues still need to be paid attention to.

If a disciple like Zhuang Yuan was lost due to some inexplicable reasons, Zhang Chunyi would really feel a headache.

Letting the disciples go their own way is not suitable for the current Longhu Mountain. The sect provides protection and guidance to the disciples when they are weak, and then feeds back to the sect and even protects the sect after the disciples have certain abilities. This is the right principle.

Hearing this and feeling Zhang Chunyi's concern, Zhuang Yuan felt slightly sad in his heart.

"Thank you for your love and care, teacher. Disciple understands."

After bowing and saluting, Zhuang Yuan left Zhuyuan with complicated emotions. Everything that happened during this period gave him a sense of belonging to Longhu Mountain, just like home.

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The past Zhuangjia Village is now Lingquanzhuang.

Stepping on the sunset and taking two guards with him, Zhuang Yuan arrived at Lingquan Manor at sunset.

After re-planning, there are now eight spiritual canals crisscrossing the Lingquan Village and crisscrossing streets. About thirty families have settled in the village. They have been carefully selected and most of them are good at farming. At present, they are the most The important task is to irrigate the fields with spiritual spring water and nurture the spiritual fields.

At night, the silver moon hangs high.

After paying homage to his family, Zhuang Yuan felt calmer than ever before.

Sitting on the bank of the spiritual lake in the center of Zhuangzi, Zhuang Yuan, who had forgotten both things and myself, unconsciously entered a state of visualization.

The fragile sapling poked its head out from the gap in the cliff with its tenacity. After experiencing wind and rain, it continued to grow, and finally took root in the rock and turned into a tall pine tree standing between heaven and earth.

"First observe its form, then retain its spirit, then forget its form and retain its spirit, and finally have both form and spirit."

He murmured unconsciously, and at this moment, Zhuang Yuan was mutating and reborn deep in his soul.

There was a roar, a silver snake danced in the sky, a bolt of thunder fell from the sky, and the green pine rooted on the cliff was immediately turned into charcoal.

“If you don’t destroy something, you can’t establish it. This is also forgetting.”

"God? Qingsong's god is perseverance. What god do I want?"

"What I want is immortality. My life is bought by my family. I want to live with their expectations for a long time."

"Yes, it is immortality."

Thoughts swirled, and at this moment, Zhuang Yuan's eyebrows glowed, and the spiritual light hidden deep in his soul was ready to come out.

At the same time, in the depths of Zhuang Yuan's soul, another thunderbolt fell. At this moment, except for the old roots hidden deep in the mountain, there were no traces of the green pine left.

"Eternal life, eternal life, I want to live forever."

The sound of thoughts echoes in the depths of the soul, visualization changes, and old roots sprout new shoots.

The thought of immortality blessed it, and it grew as fast as it could, crushing the mountain and taking root deep in the earth. After a while, a tree crowned the sky and stood like a pillar between heaven and earth. Its branches were twisted and densely covered with patterns like dragon scales. The pine trees appeared.

However, the current pine tree is not so much a green pine as a celestial pine. It has the same lifespan as the heaven and earth and is immortal, which just fits Zhuang Yuan's idea of ​​longevity.

As the Immortal Pine grew, Zhuang Yuan's spiritual light was easily fixed, evolved into soul fire, and began to spontaneously burn the ancestral orifice.

At the same time, while Zhuang Yuan was immersed in his contemplation, subtle ripples appeared on the surface of Linghu Lake, and a palm-sized turtle with a dark green back, as if covered with fine hairs, emerged from the lake.

There is a faint demonic aura lingering on its body, and it should be a demon that has just transformed into a demon.

The small dark eyes turned and saw Zhuang Yuan sitting cross-legged by the lake, seemingly sleeping. His eyes lit up, he stirred the water surface, and swam quietly over.

Approaching Zhuang Yuan, its little nose twitched, and the aroma became stronger and stronger. There was a hint of greed in the turtle demon's eyes when it looked at Zhuang Yuan. It wanted to eat Zhuang Yuan, but it didn't know where to start.

After hesitating for a moment, the turtle demon moved closer and lay down silently next to Zhuang Yuan. Since he couldn't take it in his mouth, it would be good to inhale more of this aroma.

But at this moment, his mind warned him of the danger, and a bit of bright white light instinctively flew out from the center of Zhuang Yuan's eyebrows. It was the Soul Seal that Zhuang Yuan had just created after locking his soul.

Fascinated by the nameless fragrance, without any time to resist, the bright white light fell into the depths of the turtle demon's soul, took root in it, and took root and sprouted in it.

It was at this time that there was a subtle connection between Zhuang Yuan and the turtle demon.