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After a while, Zhang Shiping slowly stood up, wrapped red clouds around him, turning into a stunning rainbow, and disappeared into the sky.

In less than an hour, he had already flew to not far from Zhengyang Sect, restrained his breath, and then flew outside a small town at the foot of a mountain.

This is not to hide anything on purpose, but the Nascent Soul cultivator's own magic power is too strong. If he does not restrain himself a little, those Qi-refining cultivators who have just entered the practice of cultivation will not be able to withstand it!

When the monks who were coming and going saw someone coming down from the wind, they knew that the other party was at least one Jindan real person. They immediately turned sideways and bowed slightly to show etiquette.

Zhang Shiping didn't even look at these people, but just raised his head and stared at the plaque on the stone archway at the entrance of the town for a long time, and then said lightly: "Shengxian Town, we have turned back and forth and arrived at the old place again."

He was recruited by Zhengyang Sect here, but now he has been here for more than 600 years. This stone yard is still here, but at that time, among his peers in the sect, he was no longer alive.

The changes in the world make people feel quite touching!

He disappeared from the spot after stepping out.

At this time, the many monks who retreated by the roadside stood up and their eyes showed envy.

"Which master is this?" A wandering cultivator couldn't help but speak.

The friend who was walking with him shook his head and said, "How can I know?"

"I just said it casually, not asking you." The man said.

"You guy."

"Let's go, I'm lucky today, I'll meet this senior. Let's go, I'll invite you to have a drink."

"Enough?"

"Drink it!"

"Then go to Yingxian Inn, the wine there is the most intoxicating."

After saying that, the two couldn't help laughing.

In the town, Zhang Shiping happened to pass by Yingxian Inn. The waiter in front of the door was shouting diligently. When he saw the monks coming and going on the street, he either called the immortal master or the uncle to invite him, and his attitude was extremely enthusiastic.

But he did not go in, but then walked slowly forward. Suddenly he seemed to remember something. He seemed to have a yellow horse in the inn and forgot to pick it up.

Then he wandered around and left quietly.

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Not long after, Zhang Shiping appeared in front of the gate of Zhengyang Peak Mountain.

When the disciples guarding the gate saw the visitor, they were stunned for a moment, and then suddenly thought of something and ran over quickly.

"Dare you ask, Senior, is Shiheng True Lord?" One of the black-clad disciples bowed and said.

"Purple clouds, can the cliff pine be there?" Zhang Shiping asked.

"The master happened to be sending the Qi-refining cultivator to go to the secret realm of spiritual medicine. He will probably come back today. Elder Yasong is now in the hall, please follow me." The disciple said quickly.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shiping nodded slightly and said softly: "No need, you guys can go busy."

After saying that, he turned into a stream of light, easily passed through the formation in front of the mountain gate, and flew towards the sect hall on the side of the mountain.

At this moment, Yasong was standing in front of the hall, looking out at the clouds.

Suddenly, he looked at a sudden figure on the square not far ahead. After feeling the magical power of this person, he quickly walked down the stone steps, hurried forward, bowed and bowed, "I'll pay homage to the True Lord."

"No need to be polite." Zhang Shipingxu helped him.

"I don't know what the True Lord is here today?" Yasong stood up and asked.

"I think about moving very much, and I just visit my hometown again." Zhang Shiping said slowly.

Then his spiritual sense moved and discovered a giant boat that was moving more than two hundred miles away between the clouds. He continued, "It just so happened that Ziyun is back, it seems that I was here at the right time."

"True Lord, please enter the palace and take a break for a while." Ya Song said. He had not noticed it yet. After all, the spiritual consciousness of the Jindan stage cultivator had not yet been able to detect such a long distance.

"It's okay, I'll wait here with you to see which juniors in Zhengyang Sect can make some achievements in the secret realm of spiritual medicine." Zhang Shiping stepped forward slowly, walked up the stone steps, and stood in front of the hall gate.

Yasong didn't dare to say anything more, so he had to follow him and stood behind him, not daring to cross the corner at all.

Not long after, a giant boat swept down through the clouds and landed on the huge square. First, a female cultivator in the palace was flying down, followed by more than ten foundation-building cultivators from the Zhengyang Sect and forty or fifty disciples in the late stage of Qi Refining.

"I'll pay homage to the True Lord." Ziyun quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Get up, it seems that these disciples have gained more or less on this trip, which is good." Zhang Shiping said. With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he could easily penetrate the storage bags of these disciples and noticed that there was a lot of grass and trees.

"It seems that there will be more foundation-building disciples in the sect this time." Ziyun said happily.

"You two come in with me." Zhang Shiping said with a calm expression, and he turned around and walked into the hall.

Ziyun and Yasong followed closely behind.

In the hall, the three-legged copper furnace, blue smoke birds, were filled with wisps of spiritual energy, which made people feel energetic.

Zhang Shiping sat cross-legged on the main futon, but the two did not take their seats.

They felt that the True Lord seemed to be displeased, and suddenly looked solemn and looked like he was listening to his teachings quietly.

"Ziyun, how old are you?" Zhang Shiping asked.

"Four hundred and seventy six." Ziyun Zhenren replied softly.

Then Zhang Shiping nodded slightly and continued:

"At such age, it is still okay to have the middle stage of the Golden Pill. But you should not be distracted by the many miscellaneous tasks in the sect and slacken in your practice. You are a monk of the Wang family. I believe that fellow Taoist Changshen also has great expectations for you, so don't let it down. If you can practice until the Golden Pill is perfect in your lifetime, I will help you when you are born, which is worthy of the cultivation of Zhengyang Sect."

"Young people will definitely practice well." Ziyun was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Let go of some things that should be put down. The sect's affairs are complicated and participating in too much will only consume the time and energy of their own practice." Zhang Shiping said slowly.

"Thank you for your teachings," Ziyun said.

Then Zhang Shiping looked at Yasong Zhenjun and said slowly:

"Now there are four Jindan monks in Zhengyang Sect. I think the other two are no longer in the sect. Ziyun still needs more help. I have a five hundred-year agreement with fellow Daoist Changshen, and this promise is still more than a hundred years. If you have anything you can't handle, you can come to Yuanxiao City or Bihu Island. At present, fellow Daoist in the three realms will surely give me more or less a face."

"The Extreme Spirit Chaos Decision"

"The True Lord is so serious, this is the responsibility of the younger generation." said Zhenren Yasong.

He is just over 500 years old this year, and he is only in the early stage of the Golden Pill. His cultivation has hardly improved any more than a step in his cultivation for many years. He has long been hopeless in the Nascent Soul, so he came forward to deal with all the big and small things in the sect.

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