Countless snow-white feathers kept flying down.

Pieces after pieces fell on a pitch-black figure.

The surroundings were pitch black, with only countless feathers falling to the ground and disappearing like raindrops.

The touch also disappears.

The figure raised its head, revealing a thin face wearing a silver mask.

call!

Suddenly woke up.

In the dense forest, on the branch of a big tree, a silver-faced man wearing black clothes and white hair shawl slowly opened his eyes.

He raised his head and glanced at the faint sunlight above his eyes.

"It's cold again."

Jumping down from the branch, the man patted the scraps of clothes on his body and carefully took off his mask.

Lower your head and use the water in the water bag last night to wet the cotton cloth and gently wipe your face.

He quickly put on the mask again and slowly moved forward in the previous direction.

He heard that Tan Yang had secret scrolls and scriptures, so he came too.

Sutras and silks have a special effect. It is said that it can prevent a person from betraying himself.

Never deceive yourself.

So he felt that it must be what he needed most.

So here he is.

Passing through a small forest, a temporary camp appeared in front of us.

When the three men and women dressed as escorts saw him, they greeted him warmly.

"Master Fan, why are you missing so early in the morning? Here is the broth we just made, with some of our own dry buns in it. Come and have a taste."

A pretty-looking female escort, with a touch of shyness in her eyes, came over with a bowl of food at the instigation of her companion.

Mr. Fan's appearance, even if only half of it is revealed, is still very good.

Everyone speculated that the other half of his face might have been injured in some way, so he deliberately covered it up.

But even so, Mr. Fan's temperament and cultivation alone made her feel like a deer.

Handsome, gentle, profound knowledge and experience revealed in his words, mysterious, and always a touch of confusion and sadness that a person reveals unintentionally.

All these made the female escort involuntarily want to get close to him, want to help him, and want to understand why he had such emotions in his heart.

"Thank you..." Mr. Fan thanked him and gently took the soup bowl.

He looked down at the slightly turbid soup in the bowl.

On the surface of the soup, there was a faint flash of white foam.

Fine, constantly exploding foam. Just like countless feathers falling and disappearing in a dream.

He could feel the kindness of the female escort towards him.

But...he didn't know the other person at all.

If you don’t even know the other person’s name, why are they so nice to you?

Mr. Fan raised his head and looked at the gentle smiling face of the female bodyguard, and at the two male bodyguards beside him, either smiling in the sunshine or approvingly.

"I know..." He suddenly came to his senses. "I know... you... you must be trying to lie to me!"

The female escort's expression suddenly froze and she became a little confused.

"Mr. Fan, what's wrong with you?"

"Lie me... This is how the world is. Mother is right... How can there be so much pure kindness in the world... Most of the kindness is lies! They are all deception!!"

His expression gradually became ferocious.

Bang!!!

In an instant, he struck out with a lightning-like palm, and the terrifying force landed on the female escort's forehead.

He hit her whole head back, causing her neck bones to snap and break completely.

"You!!?" The other two bodyguards stood up in shock and anger.

It's a pity that the strength gap between the two sides is too big.

A black shadow flashed.

The two of them held the handle of the knife in vain and flew out. They fell heavily in the forest.

A large amount of blood gushed out from their mouths and noses, and the two of them twitched a few times before losing their breath completely.

Mr. Fan slowly stood in front of the extinguished fire with trembling hands.

Looking at the three fallen people around him.

His body gradually calmed down.

"They were holding knives just now... That's right... They wanted to harm me, but I found out in advance. Sure enough... there is not so much pure kindness in this world... everyone...

.Everyone is trying to lie to me....

Don't be in a hurry...you can't be in a hurry...I will definitely...definitely find someone who is really good to me...I will definitely..."

Without looking at the body on the ground, he walked step by step deeper into the forest.

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Mirror Palace.

Zhang Rongfang and Xu were sitting opposite each other.

The two have just finished discussing their experiences and opinions on self-cultivation, and both parties have gained something.

At first, Xu Taoist thought that Zhang Rongfang was just a rising star, although he showed considerable talent in literary studies.

But after all, it is impossible to compare with my own years of hard training.

But during several exchanges, he discovered that Zhang Rongfang's various insights were far deeper and more comprehensive than he had imagined.

So he gradually corrected his attitude and communicated with him in an equal manner as a peer.

As a result, both of them benefited a lot.

Zhang Rong had just broken through the ninth level, the ninth limit, and the transformation of his body seemed to be longer and more lasting.

From yesterday to today, he could always feel that his body was constantly changing.

In addition, there are also limit-breaking techniques.

After all, Taoism is a big religion, and there are hundreds of Taoist temples in Guangdao Palace in the entire Great Ling.

Second only to Zhenyijiao.

In such a great teaching, the superior martial arts are naturally unique.

After cultivating the Hunyuan Talisman to break the limit, Zhang Rongfang's talisman level at this time has reached the fifth level.

There are only two levels left to reach the perfect seventh level.

Because of this, a new limit-breaking skill appeared in the insights he gained.

Gu Sui

"Speaking of which, I have recently been reading the Taoist Chronicles and I have a question. I wonder if Uncle Xu Yi can explain it?" Zhang Rongfang said.

"What doubts are there? Just ask yourself and I will answer as soon as I can."

Xu Yiqi calmed down and gently stroked his long beard. He was now quite satisfied with Zhang Ying, a junior who came to ask for advice on Guanxu Kung Fu.

"It has something to do with the current Great Spiritual Martial Arts." Zhang Rongfang said sternly, "I teach martial arts on the Great Dao, and the highest level is seven. It can do no harm to oneself, which can be said to be excellent. But these seven levels are a bit low after all, compared with other great levels.

Compared with pie, if we encounter trouble and dispute...how should we protect ourselves?"

Xu Taoist laughed.

"Don't you have a wish wheel?"

This sentence made Zhang Rongfang stunned.

He suddenly thought of the wishing wheel made of fine material. Yes, isn't the martial arts that comes with the wishing wheel also taught by Taoism?

"Could it be that...?"

"It's just as you think." Taoist Xu nodded, "In our Taoist religion, either there are no masters, or if we do, we will be the most powerful person in the combination of talisman and wish wheel. In this way, coupled with the cultivation of immortality, receiving spiritual knowledge,

The court attaches great importance to it. These two points are the foundation of establishing religion."
To be continued...