In less than an hour, the blue rainbow light transformed by Zhang Shiping had already flown over a thousand miles away from Binhai City to a green mountain where tigers roared faintly, and then stopped.

He stood in mid-air and listened carefully. Amidst the roar of the tiger, there were sonorous singing, among which there seemed to be drums, zithers and zithers, and the rhythm followed.

Zhang Shiping laughed when he heard the sound.

"I didn't expect that even the people who are closed to Jiazi came today, great kindness!" But the singing suddenly stopped, and then a person in the forest said loudly.

The sound spread tens of miles away and reached Zhang Shiping's ear.

At the same time, there was a person who followed closely behind and said: "You Zhang Daoyou, have you brought enough Poguang wine, today is the time to enjoy the sword and enjoy the music, if there is no good wine, it will lose some color!"

"Brother Chen invited me, how could Shiping not come? Daoyou Wang, you can rest assured that there is no shortage of good wine, but you are the only one missing." Zhang Shiping laughed.

Immediately afterwards, he turned into a cloud of blue smoke, and the mountain wind just picked up, and he was already falling at the mountain gate.

There is a huge stone on the side of the mountain gate, engraved with the word "Tiger Hill", which is where Chen Weifang practiced. Today the big formation has not been raised here, Zhang Shiping can pass through without hindrance, and fly all the way in, but according to the rules of etiquette, he still goes to the mountain gate first, and then walks along the road, in order to respect his master.

But when Zhang Shiping was about to step forward, he saw a big insect with a snow-like body and a hairless body in front of him, leaping and running in the forest, accompanied by the wind.

Within a few breaths, the white tiger jumped in front of Zhang Shiping, accompanied by the rustling wind, and bowed its head.

Seeing this, he laughed, patted the tiger's shoulders and neck twice, then stepped on the tiger's back, let it carry the load, and walked along the forest path. On the blue rock of Qingxi River, there are vaguely several figures sitting on the blue stone.

Some of them are sitting upright, with small drums on their waists, they raise their hands and beat each other, and the sound of the drums is deep; The man crossed his knees and put the long piano across his legs, stroking the strings with both hands, and sang to each other loudly. On the bluestone not far from the three of them, there was a monk in black clothes dancing with a sword. In the air, there is a sense of chilling and chilling.

If the worldly people come here, if the people in the rivers and lakes who love swords and swords see this sword dance, they will be intoxicated by it unconsciously without knowing it.

And if these real people are willing to use the sound of drums and music to guide the spiritual energy into the human body and help them break through the eight extraordinary meridians, they can create an innate master in the rivers and lakes in an instant, a so-called great master figure .

Because of this, there are many stories about encountering immortals in the world.

But in fact, these immortals are just people who have achieved success in practice, or form golden pills, or condense Yuanying, and of course there are also hermits disguised by Huashen Venerable.

But all of you here today are extraordinary people, and even the white tiger is only one step away from the golden core. Big demon.

"Go on!" Zhang Shiping turned over and got off the tiger, took out a jar of Amber Light Wine, and threw it at the cultivator in Xuanfu who was dancing with a sword.

Hearing the sound, Wang Daoxiu retracted his sword, stretched out his hand and took advantage of the situation to grab the wine jar, and immediately started drinking heavily after laughing.

The rocks here are blue and gray, the tall ones are three or four feet high, and the short ones are only a few minutes past the surface of the stream and spring. He strode several zhang away in one step, and after three or five steps, he came in front of everyone.

"Forgive me, fellow daoists, Zhang is late." Zhang Shiping said with cupped hands.

The second white tiger, which carried Zhang Shiping on its back, jumped vigorously on the bluestone, but after a while, it came behind Chen Weifang, squatted down, and then it narrowed its eyes habitually, and rubbed it with its huge tiger head.

Zhang Shiping and Chen Weifang haven't seen each other for 60 or 70 years, now Chen Wei looks like a baby, his beard and hair are white as snow, he is over 800 years old, and the date of his departure will be within these few years. In the past, when he hunted the flood dragon of Ao Chan, he was already a monk at the mid-stage Golden Core. Now that decades have passed, his cultivation level before he died was still a bit superb, and he has already reached the late stage.

It's just that Chen Zhenren was already at the late stage of the golden core two or three hundred years ago, but he was injured and damaged the original source of the golden core. But this waste of time, everything is over!

"It's not too late, it's just in time, please sit down!" Chen Weifang pointed to a bluestone beside him and said loudly.

When he saw Zhang Shiping approaching, he stopped, put the red lacquered and yellow leather drum aside casually, then got up slightly and leaned against the white tiger, half lying on it.

"It's never too late to have wine, and it's too late to come early without wine!" Wang Daoxiu laughed after drinking.

Putting down the wine in his hand, Wang Daoxiu sat cross-legged directly on the bluestone where the sword was danced earlier, watching Zhang Shiping's aura as deep as an abyss, and he couldn't see through it. There was a bit of envy in his eyes, but he seemed to feel that it was a bit uncomfortable. Sure enough, he brought up the old wine jar again, raised the altar to signal Zhang Shiping, then raised his head and drank heavily.

Situ Qiu, the Jindan female cultivator, pressed her fingers on the strings, nodded to Zhang Shiping, and said crisply: "Zhang Shiping, it's been a long time since we've seen each other for dozens of years!"

"I don't think it's been tens of years, but the demeanor of fellow Daoist Situ is still the same!" Zhang Shiping greeted Zi.

Situ Qiu lightly plucked the strings of the zither, and said with a smile: "Everyone, listen to it. It's really not easy for Zhang Daoyou to say this. It seems that Zhang Daoyou not only has a deep cultivation, but also a lot of eloquence. But it's a pity It’s still a little lacking, and I have to learn more from Fellow Daoist Yan.”

Yan Li put away the jade flute ~lightnovelpub.net~ in his hand, carried it behind his back, took another light step, and floated down from the top of the vertical stone about Zhang Xu high, facing Zhang Shiping across the stream, cupped his hands and said: "Zhang Daoyou .”

"Fellow Daoist Yan." Zhang Shiping responded with cupped hands, and then with a wave of his sleeves, he took out three jars of Poguang wine and sent them to Chen Weifang, Yan Li, and Situ Qiu.

This fellow Taoist Yan Li was already at the late stage of Jindan several decades ago, and his cultivation was close to perfection. Zhang Shiping took a close look at him today, and he didn't need to look much to know that this person has advanced one step further, and he can trigger the Heavenly Tribulation at any time. .

The reason why he hasn't started yet is because he feels that his preparation is not enough. Zhang Shiping can understand this point without thinking too much. The Yan family is originally the Yuanying family of Xuanyuanzong, and they will do their best to help those who are expected to conceive a baby. Just like the Zhang family did to Zhang Tianwu, Zhang Shiping and Zheng Hengyun should do their best. help.

But under such circumstances, Yan Li still did not choose to lead the Heavenly Thunder Breaking Pill to transform into a baby, which also made Zhang Shiping a little more cautious about the baby formation.

Chen Weifang took the wine, looked at it a few times, and said with a smile: "Thank you for coming here, you and I have known each other for five hundred years, and we have known each other for a hundred years, and we have lived for eight hundred years. It is also a blessing to send it off. Chen Mou respects everyone, drink wins!"

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