The old Dao revealed this hand and everyone was shocked. The flower pot was quite heavy, and it was impossible to prevent it from falling straight. Who knew that his fluttering sleeves flew up, and the flower pot flew up again.

He Tian, ​​who was free from headshots, was not afraid, but just stunned. He Zun and Li Yan looked moved, they saw clearly, this is not a magic juggling, real skills.

"Oh!"

Wang Wangyao was the most exaggerated. He was convinced by Lao Dao, and now he became more determined. He even changed his name: "Old god, what you did just now ..."

"Qi Kung Fu inside ..."

The old man didn't want to talk more. He crossed the courtyard to the door and stopped the walkway: "You don't have to send it, please come back."

"Okay, we'll visit again the other day. If you have any requirements, we will certainly follow suit."

After a few words of politeness, Fang got in the car and went straight to Taiqing Palace in the city.

He Hezun walked back to the house, first sprayed the naughty nanny, and then called He Tian, ​​saying: "You also saw that people have real patience. You can cooperate with me, don't you play with temper!"

"I see, isn't it just looking for someone?"

He Hetian crooked on the sofa, not paying attention to his mouth, but he attached great importance to his heart, and said, "There are suspicions from that day. You can check them one by one."

"Fuck your mother!"

He Hezun scolded casually, training: "What are you doing as our family? This time has used a lot of relationships, and then toss, some people are not pleasing to the eye ... Lao Han!"

He called for a copy of his material, and threw it over: "Look!"

He Hetian took a look at it, which was a list of several pages, all invited guests on the day of Chen Xiang Exhibition. Nearly half of them were marked with the meaning of contact.

"Pharaoh, Hu fat man, Lao Chen ... these don't have to think about it, I must have encountered them."

He read a few good relationships first, then said: "Tang Zheng, Zhang Lei, Tang Hui, Xiao Shan ... these have also shaken hands."

To be honest, most of the people in Chen Xiangzhan know, and they have to be embarrassed. But He Tian is so arrogant that if you do n’t know the reason, it depends on you.

I identified a dozen people and swept down: "Zeng Yuewei ..."

Huh!

He clenched his fist, and it was very complicated to mention this woman. He regretted that he didn't get into bed before he wilted, and was a little embarrassed and angry.

"She was with me the longest that day ..."

He Hetian said the next sentence, and swept towards the three names at the end, frowning: "Jiang Xiaozhai? Hope? These two didn't make any impression ... Gu 玙, 艹!"

Aya slammed the file and shouted, "Last time the kid was killed, I must kill him!"

"You give me a break, now it matters!"

He Hezun didn't like his son's character very much, but there was no way. Who let him be his own? He picked up the file and asked, "Are there any physical contact between these three people?"

"Maybe not."

"Like?"

"No, I shook hands with them lazily."

"..."

He Hezun nodded, no longer asking, it seemed to me. He called Lao Han, and he just ordered two words, and suddenly said, "Do you live here today, or go back?"

"Go back, what's the point?"

He Hetian got up, drew out the car key, and said, "OK, I'm gone."

He said that when he hanged out as a child, He Zun also used to conceal a trace of emotions, and returned to the old-fashioned stance.

Uh ...

Ye Ye, Taiqing Palace.

This view is in the bustling city center. It is half religion and half government. Just look at the various modern facilities and the superb layman rooms, you will know the atmosphere here.

In a quiet room, Mo Daozheng closed his eyes and meditated. After a day of running, he remained calm and calm, without seeing any signs of fatigue. Just a little discomfort, because this quiet room is too exaggerated.

The wooden case of the rosewood, the good benzoin, even the futon under the buttocks are memory foam. Please! Futons are not pillows, do you need to care for chrysanthemums?

Although Wuliangguan is also commercial, the quiet room is extremely simple and is really used for spiritual practice.

In fact, he can't help it. If he works hard in the mountains, there is no restriction. If you die, the government will look down on your mountain and want to develop into a tourist area ... then you will succeed!

First, the formalities must be complete. Religious Affairs Office, Land Bureau, Taoist Association, etc. are indispensable. Secondly, we need to cooperate fully. There must be a temple when there is a mountain, and there must be an expert in a temple, so as to attract tourists and increase revenue.

Bian Dao doesn't want to deal with common things, but he lives in the world, how can he be detached? Therefore, he can only practice watching spiritually while watching the horrible copper scented Mangu, and giving the local tyrants some lottery tickets.

Of course, he can't bear those reputations, but in this year, he has been determined.

"咚咚!"

"咚咚!"

I was knocking on the door while he was meditating. Lao Dao woke up from the entry, frowning slightly, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Tao, my family member asked you to go there, and said that it was to exchange some experiences."

"It's too late today, I'm going to sleep."

呃 "Uh, well, don't bother you to rest."

The man outside the yamen retreated, and the old man sighed, rather helpless. He has seen the Lord once here. At a certain Taoist seminar, he had enough straw bales to please the wealthy and earnestly.

He is very shameless, but it is also clear that this is a common phenomenon today.

The old road was disturbed halfway, then lost his mind, and stood up to the window. I saw the bright moon, the night sky was clear, there was a small garden outside, and the flowers and trees were silver and white.

It is midsummer, when mosquitoes are most abundant. At this moment, a mosquito waved on the screen, flying and falling, buzzing.

"..."

The old man stood for a long time, wondering whether it was watching the moon or the garden, and suddenly flicked his fingers.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound across the screen, and the mosquito was ejected all the way away, rolling twice in the air, and did not fall. After a few breaths, the mosquito pia fell to the ground.

指 This finger ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ is full of vigor and vitality, and is free to control, like the masters of rivers and lakes described in martial arts novels.

Of course, this is not internal force, but the Taoist practice of nurturing qi.

The old Taoist master Cheng Quannanzong, the ancestor of this vein is called Bai Yuchan, and the number is Zixu. The ancestors of the Five Emperors of Nanzong had different ideas, but they were very unified in general.

Nature is God. Life is fine and qi.

Martyrs refining the Three Treasures, and mastering the finest, the most energetic, and all the gods. Superior Lian Yuan Jing, Yuan Qi, Yuan Shen, that is, innate power.

Lu Nanzong's approach is relatively low, from the day after tomorrow to the day before, from the active to the inaction, which is the meaning of borrowing false cultivation.

This method has extremely high requirements on the doormen. It must not be leaky, gas must not be leaked, and God must not be leaked. Mo Lao Dao has been with Master since he was a child, and he is still a boy today. After 70 years of training, he was able to cultivate, grow, and live.

So He Zun and others looked at him, only to realize that he looked like a boy, clear and restrained.

According to ancient books, Nan Wuzu's life span was several hundred years, until he became soaring. The first ancestor Zhang Boduan was even taught by immortals such as Chen Yi and Liu Haichan.

Such records are called myths.

Lao Mo Lao Dao is convinced that he has practiced it for decades, but it has reached the extreme. It will never be more difficult to enter the whole life, let alone innate nature.

Nowadays, religion is prosperous, but prosperity is just incense. He traveled the world when he was young, and knew his peers when he was old. It was not enough to lay the foundation.

Who would have thought, but this time I met one, to see that the affected area is the method of qi loss meridian in luck. Take the words on the rivers and lakes, if you can do this, you must be a first-class master.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that the goods were not a master, just a boring single dog.