Because Zhang Yan was preparing to go into seclusion, the time may be very long this time, so he wanted to handle all kinds of common things properly.

He silently calculated the time, and there were still five years before the next big competition in the Sect, but if it were not as expected, the pattern in the Sect should not change much, and whether to go or not is the same.

Nowadays, no one in the juniors in the sect can compare with his top ten disciples in his generation.

The family is in decline, and there are many talents in the master and apprentice lineage. Although news of the transformation of medicine and pills has been heard one after another, due to their lack of merit and decay, it is far inferior to them.

There is only one Yue Chongyang who is unpredictable and profound, and no one knows the exact details. Although he is not a disciple of the Dongtian Zhenren, he has a divine object to choose the master to vote.

Decades ago, he was known as Shuangxiu with Huang Fuzhou, and the period of elixir formation was earlier than Zhang Yan.

But this person is low-key, just obsessed with practicing, has been in seclusion all year round, rarely shows up, and seems to be unwilling to compete for the position.

As for Qin Nan, she was like Liu Yanyi. Although she had reached the point of burning the acupoint, she had not yet transformed the medicine and condensed the pill. This was because Mr. Peng deliberately polished his foundation and slowed down his entry.

However, even if she was able to enter the realm of the transformation of elixir in the remaining few years, there were not many ways to fight.

Zhang Yan promised that Zhenren Peng would help Qin Nan become one of the top ten disciples in the future, but this move did not need to be too anxious. He still lacked his own strength. If he waited for him to enter the Nascent Soul realm before doing things, he would be much more sure.

After thinking for a while, he picked up his pen and wrote a flying book and sent it to Shouming Palace.

Not long after, a Feishu came back. It was Peng Zhenren who replied to the book. He opened it and smiled slightly, and put it aside.

Everything was over. He was about to turn back to the Xiaohu Mirror to practice, but he noticed that the formation was a little strange and he carefully observed it. His expression moved slightly, so he waved his sleeves and opened the forbidden formation and put in a talisman edict.

When I entered the hand, I saw that it was the real master's handbook. I opened it in surprise and looked at it. I couldn't help but shake my head and sighed, "So it's this matter, I still have no time to spare."

The leader of the sect told him the last time that within thirty years, he would acquire a disciple and inherit the Yaoyin lineage. Now it is time to do so. The leader of Qin decided that the man was in the territory of Gongzhou, the Great Wei Kingdom, so he would just take him into the sect.

However, the content of the letter from the head of the sect was a little strange. Not only did he only give him a one-month period, he also stated that he should not take the initiative to ask for the other party to come to become a disciple. If he couldn't wait by then, he would have missed the opportunity.

Although Zhang Yan did not understand the profound meaning, since the head of the sect passed on the imperial edict, he had to go ahead.

He instructed Jingling to guard the cave and stood up and flew out of the cave and flew southeastward.

After traveling for more than ten days, I arrived in Gongzhou, Wei State, mostly hilly and mountainous areas, with beautiful scenery and large and small lakes.

After several times of calculation, he checked a village with traffic. In order to avoid shocking the world, he came down from the mountains and forests, walked out of the mountain path, and went to the village.

As soon as he entered the village, he heard the sound of dogs barking. He saw a group of dirty children throwing mud at each other, chasing and playing, clamoring and playing. The older ones were fifteen or sixteen years old, and the younger ones were only seven or eight years old.

Among them, a boy with thick eyebrows and black skin was fighting with several strong and strong boys who were about his age. The other big children were clamoring and screaming. The boy with black skin was a bit brave, but he couldn't resist the number of people. He was beaten to the ground in a short while, and was pressed down by someone, and shouting there.

At this time, a young man wearing silk clothes and looking like a young man came over, only thirteen or fourteen years old. His skin was fair, with two whispers on the corners of his mouth, and two of them followed him. He must have been from a wealthy country family.

He only heard him say, "Song San'er, you used feces to spit my new clothes dirty with feces the day before yesterday. I will beat you up this time and give you a memory."

The black-skinned boy's face turned red, but he was held tightly and couldn't get up.

The young man who looked like a young man went away proudly after imitating the adults to leave a few harsh words.

Zhang Yan stood in the distance, patrolling the gaze. After watching for a long time, he still couldn't see that one had the roots of practicing Taoism.

However, if it is so easy to search, the head of the sect will probably not limit the next month.

But this did not make him difficult. After thinking for a while, he looked at the black-skinned boy sitting on the ground and became scheming.

Zhang Yan walked up and smiled and said, "You young man, you are also strong, how could you be bullied like this?"

The black-skinned boy suddenly saw a strange Taoist coming to talk to him, and was a little stunned. However, when he saw Zhang Yan being kind, he was not afraid and argued: "Wang Sanlang and the others are cheating. Of course, I can't beat me if so many people beat me."

Zhang Yan shook his head and said, "That may not be necessary. There may be many people. Have you ever heard of the fierce generals above the battle formation with hundreds of enemies, thousands of enemies, and even tens of thousands of enemies?"

The black-skinned boy also heard the legends and anecdotes of strange stories and legends in the countryside. When Zhang Yan talked about this, he immediately forgot the pain and shouted: "I have heard that Dao Ye can't beat me. I heard from the master in the village that one of the founding heroes of the Wei State called Zuo Gongchang, who has the courage of ten thousand men."

Zhang Yan smiled and said, "That is the courage of thousands of people."

"Yes, yes, cloth crotch, cloth crotch!" The boy touched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly.

Seeing that he was stupid, Zhang Yan didn't correct him. He just smiled slightly and said, "Then I ask you, do you want to learn this method?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then jumped up, grabbed the corner of Zhang Yan's clothes, shook it repeatedly, and said anxiously: "The Taoist priest teaches me, the Taoist priest teaches me."

Zhang Yan smiled and said, "You can come over."

The black-skinned boy was anxious and quickly tilted his head. Zhang Yan didn't care and said a few words in his ear. Then he started to slap his head behind him and shouted, "Go."

The boy couldn't help but feel shocked and walked out along the ridge in a daze.

Zhang Yan looked at his back and smiled, then walked up the mountain with light steps.

Halfway through the mountain, he found a long-destroyed mountain temple, sat on the cushion, and waited patiently.

When the black-skinned boy returned home, he couldn't help but remember the mantra that the Taoist priest said. It was very strange to say. He had never read and practiced calligraphy, but Zhang Yanshi only said it once but he had already kept it in mind. He could not forget it even if he wanted to, and he had no need to understand it. The meaning was obvious.

He came over all night following the mantra. He jumped down from the bed, feeling light and strong, with bright ears and eyes, and had endless energy all over his body.

In a state of great joy, he ran out to find the bad luck of the Wang family's son. When he passed by the pond, he felt moved when he saw two buffaloes blocking the way. He ran up and beat the bull's horns. The buffalo mooed twice and was pulled to the ground by him. This time he was even more excited.

After running out, he saw Wang Sanlang taking a group of teenagers with slingshots and shooting birds. He shouted, and without saying a word, rushed forward and started.

This time, he easily overturned more than a dozen teenagers to the ground, but no one was his opponent. Wang Sanlang was even pressed to the ground and beaten up.

But strangely, although he was very serious, no one was injured or even scratched.

It seems that there is no grudge between children like this. Afterwards, Wang Sanlang asked, "Song Saner, why did you learn this skill after not seeing you all night?"

The black-skinned boy was honest and straightforward, and he couldn't hold on to the door, so he showed off his words and said that he would meet Zhang Yan's teachings.

Wang Sanlang secretly wrote it down and asked the elders to follow him and find the whereabouts of the Taoist man yesterday.

Zhang Yan meditated in the mountain temple for two days. At noon on the third day, he suddenly heard footsteps coming outside the door, and opened his eyes and saw several servants wearing green hooded men rushing in, sweating and gasping for a while. Then he walked in. It was the young master I had seen that day. When he came up to the mountain, he blushed and gasped.

When Wang Sanlang saw Zhang Yan, his eyes lit up. He came up and bowed respectfully, saying, "See Taoist Master."

Then he waved his hand and brought two plates behind him, one with a box of candied fruit, the other with several rolls of copper coins wrapped in red silk, and two privately cast silver ingots.

He glanced at Zhang Yan, then bowed to the end and said, "Please accept it with a smile."

Zhang Yan looked at them a few times and smiled and said, "You are here to seek the Dharma."

Wang Sanlang looked surprised and nodded repeatedly, "That's right, that's right."

Zhang Yanhe said first: "It's easy, come over."

Wang Sanlang said anxiously: "Let's wait."

He looked at Zhang Yan with a bright look and said, "Master Taoist, I'm asking for advice. I don't know if there is a long way to go here, not, not just those two or three days."

The black-skinned boy was excited for less than two days, but found that the breath in his body had leaked unknowingly, and he no longer felt as powerful as the day before. No matter how he thought about it, he could not remember the mantra of that day.

Wang Sanlang's family had a juren, and his knowledge was much taller than that of the black-skinned boy. He thought in his mind that the Taoist would not pass on human Taoism for no reason, so he must be asking for what he wanted. If there were several days of methods, would there be several months of methods? Even for several years, decades?

The more he thought about it, the more he became moved. He secretly despised Song Saner for no reason. After missing the master, he went to ask the head of the family. Then he found out that Zhang Yan was behind and came to the door.

Zhang Yan said oh, "You want to ask for a way to avoid leaks."

"Yes, yes, the anger will be discharged in just two days, so what's the point?"

Wang Sanlang nodded repeatedly, his expression was excited. From the tone of this man, it seemed that there was indeed such a way. So would he still need to study in the future? With this ability, he would go to the Wuwei to join the army and wait for several generals to kill. Maybe he could also ask for a wife and a cute son to glorify his ancestors.

Zhang Yanwei pondered and said, "This is also easy. Do you know the land temple on the slope ten miles away?"

Wang Sanlang didn't react and said in a daze: "Land Temple?"

Changsui next to him immediately came up and said, "My master, that's the Bat King Temple."

Hearing the three words "Bat King Temple", Wang Sanlang couldn't help but have a cold war.

The Bat King Temple was originally a land temple. In the early years of Xingyuan, I heard that a Taoist brought hundreds of boys and girls to practice the Dharma there, saying that it was to suppress the evil spirit. As a result, overnight, there was a storm. Everyone, including the Taoist, was gone, and no one dared to go again.

Even now, passers-by vaguely hear the sound of a piano in the middle of the night, and there are rumors that female ghosts and fairies appear, eating people and drinking blood.

Wang Sanlang said in a little frightened: "What is the Taoist priest talking about this ghost temple?"

Zhang Yan looked at them with a smile and said, "From today, every night, whoever comes to see me in the Bat King Temple will pass on the Dharma."!~!
Chapter completed!