The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 174 The Second Generation of Immortals

"Let's talk about it. When you were a student in the Taoist Academy, did you like to go to class?"

Zhang Jingyuan smiled and said nonchalantly.

Compared with the discussions of these teachers, he was more surprised that Bai Bugui would actually care about this issue of his. This was not like Bai Bugui's style.

"I don't really like to go there. To be honest, if you don't mention it, I still can't remember it. It seems that when I was in the Taoist Academy, I spent most of my time practicing in the cave."

Bai Bugui frowned slightly and said thoughtfully.

Hearing this, Zhang Jingyuan immediately laughed. As a student, you actually said that you love class. You are simply a scumbag and a liar.

However, he believed that Bai Bugui's so-called dislike of classes was definitely not the same as ordinary people's dislike of classes.

Because Bai Bugui has devoted almost all his talents to training and fighting. Apart from these two things, she doesn't care at all, let alone spend time to learn alchemy, weapon refining, and talisman formations. some type of.

It could be said that Bai Bugui was the Taoist master with the least variety of skills that he had ever seen in his previous life.

"Well, thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem like it's a big deal if you don't like class. Just let them be."

Bai Buhui shook his head, calm as water, and even said a little boringly.

If she can do this, it means that there is no problem for Zhang Jingyuan to do it.

If the conversation between Bai Buhui and Zhang Jingyuan fell into the ears of others, I don't know how many eyes would be shocked.

After all, as a student, it doesn't matter if Zhang Jingyuan doesn't like to go to class. As a teacher, Bai Bugui can say this, which is almost a bottomless indulgence of Zhang Jingyuan.

"Sit down and I'll get you a cup of tea."

With that said, Zhang Jingyuan walked upstairs.

However, after waiting for about half a quarter of an hour, he walked down and found to his surprise that Bai Bugui had leaned over and was sleeping on the chair.

Breathing steadily, with a slight exhalation sound, like a kitten purring.

Zhang Jingyuan smiled slightly and placed the cup of tea on another table more than five feet away from Bai Bugui, without any intention of disturbing Bai Bugui.

Since you’re sleeping, let’s sleep.

Anyway, his chair was found for him by Fan Dayong. It is a middle-grade yellow grade, emerald wood, and has a soothing effect. Moreover, as a Foundation-Building Dzogchen monk, Bai Bugui could not get any bad sleep even if he slept on the chair for a while. How could it be so fragile.

Zhang Jingyuan found a chair and sat down at random, and began to practice again.

As a best friend for tens of thousands of years in his previous life, he knew Bai Bugui very well, and even if he saw something was wrong with him, he would never tell others.

Furthermore, his biggest secret now is the Sacred Parasol Tree. Not even Qu Weiguang, a Nascent Soul cultivator, can see any heresy in this thing. What can Bai Bugui see?
He knew very well that this girl was slow in other areas except for training and fighting.

Less than an hour later, Zhang Jingyuan suddenly felt the restriction at the door and was touched again.

Damn it, no one has knocked on the door of his poor place for two whole months. Why now, two people in a row are knocking on his door.

You know, in the past two months, even Fan Dayong only used tokens to contact him. He never dared to say that he would just come to the door of his cave to find him.

So it's definitely not Fan Dayong.

Zhang Jingyuan couldn't help but frown slightly as he looked into his consciousness, full of surprise. He saw about seventeen or eight monks at the door, wearing purple robes, and their cultivation levels ranged from high to low, from the third level of Qi Refining to the ninth level of Qi Refining. There are actually all of them.

"What the hell is this? Are the Taoist chiefs going out together?"

Looking at the number of chief disciples in his consciousness, Zhang Jingyuan couldn't help but complain.

Before, when Zhang Jingyuan received the Taoist robe, he also said that this kind of pure purple Taoist robe is the symbol of the chief disciple in Longxiang Taoist Academy, and others are not qualified to wear it.

But the problem is that there is one chief for each realm. According to this, the entire Longxiang Taoist Academy can only have eight chiefs at most. How could so many chiefs appear all at once.

However, his spiritual consciousness carefully explored these people and found that their foundations were unstable, their auras were weak, and their auras were dim. Zhang Jingyuan suddenly had concerns in his heart.

If nothing unexpected happens, the seventeen or eight chief disciples in front of his cave should be like him, and they all got it under the influence.

How else to explain why there were so many chiefs at the door of his cave, and each one of them was so 'weak'.

Probably feeling the fluctuation of the restriction at the door, Bai Buhui suddenly became sleepy and woke up leisurely.

"You go upstairs and continue sleeping. Someone suddenly comes to visit." Zhang Jingyuan said.

Hearing this, Bai Buhui's face showed obvious emotion. After all, this moment in Zhang Jingyuan's cave was the moment when she slept the most soundly in the past two months, no, to be precise, in her lifetime. .

This feeling is like being in a mother's arms, like a swaddling baby, and feels extremely safe.

But after thinking about it, Bai Buhui still shook his head and refused: "After sleeping for an hour, most of the fatigue has been swept away. There is no need to sleep anymore. Besides, I have some things to do when I come to the Taoist Temple this time." She After all, she is a successful Foundation-Building Dzogchen monk. For a monk like her, sleep has long been kicked out of the list of normal physiological needs.

The reason why the monk still sleeps is entirely due to his previous habits.

Otherwise, the monks can definitely continue to practice hard without sleep.

Of course, the premise is that you must be able to endure the boredom of practice.

Since Bai Bugui said so, Zhang Jingyuan could only nodded slightly.

Bai Buhui directly opened the door of the cave, nodded slightly to the stunned and staring chief disciples, and then he flew towards the teleportation array in the middle of the mountainside without looking back.

"Bai Buhui, Teacher Bai, am I right?"

After about five breaths of time passed, the chief disciple murmured in disbelief.

Before he came, he had thought a lot about what would happen in the first scene when he met Zhang Jingyuan, but he never expected that when he knocked on Zhang Jingyuan's door, the first person to walk out would be Bai Bugui.

Who is Bai Bugui?

In the Sea of ​​Clouds Galaxy, the dream lover of hundreds of millions of boys, a spiritual genius and fighting madman who is rare to see in a hundred years in the Sea of ​​Clouds Galaxy.

But the goddess who was usually cold to others actually came out of someone else's cave, and this person was still a student of Bai Buhui in name.

And if they felt it right, Bai Bugui's current state looked like he had just woken up, with sleepy eyes and a lazy look.

Crazy, really crazy.

They feel that one of them or the world must be crazy, otherwise how could this situation happen.

To be honest, they didn't believe a word of the rumors about the adultery between Bai Buhui and Zhang Jingyuan.

After all, no matter how you think about it, Bai Bugui, the foundation-building great perfectionist and a rising star in the Yunhai Galaxy in the future, would never get together with a Qi-refining monk who was born as a mortal from Yunhua Star.

This gap is really huge. It is even more outrageous than a donkey and a tiger coming together to give birth to a pair of twins, one of whom is a mule and the other is a liger.

But something so outrageous actually happened in such a real way.

"I don't know what advice you can give me, fellow senior brothers, when you visit me in front of my cave."

Seeing these chief disciples looking at him blankly, as if they were looking at monsters, Zhang Jingyuan couldn't help but speak.

"I have seen Senior Brother Zhang. We heard about Senior Brother Zhang when he was in Yunhua Star. We admired Senior Brother Zhang a lot. Later we learned that Senior Brother Zhang actually joined Longxiang Taoist Academy, and we were able to I am really overjoyed to become senior brothers with Senior Brother Zhang..."

After listening to this chief disciple of the ninth level of Qi Refining named Zhao Shiwen, shaking his head and talking for a long time, Zhang Jingyuan finally had a rough idea of ​​what this group of people in front of him was like.

Probably as he imagined, this group of people all entered Longxiang Taoist Temple under the influence of their family elders, and then became the chief disciples.

That is to say, most people follow the same path as him.

But unlike him, who luckily became a seventh-level Immortal Lord with the help of external forces, the dozen or so people in front of him all had fathers who were above the Golden Core or Nascent Soul, and then they were able to become the chief disciple under the cover of the shadow. They were standard. The second generation of immortals.

The purpose of their visit this time is actually very simple, that is, to learn that he has also become the chief disciple under the guidance of Meng Yin, and come to visit him and give him some greeting gifts.

Judging from the tone of Zhao Shiwen's words, this should be their old tradition.

However, it has to be said that these people are worthy of being the second generation of immortals. This move is generous. In just half a quarter of an hour, three hundred spiritual stones and five bottles of Xuanxu Pills were piled in his cave. In addition, there are several other low-grade Xuan-level heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

"This is a small gift. It's not a sign of respect. I hope Senior Brother Zhang will accept it."

Zhao Shiwen glanced at Zhang Jingyuan and said cautiously.

He just thought clearly, no matter what kind of relationship Bai Bugui had with Zhang Jingyuan, whether this relationship was a shady thing or not, Zhang Jingyuan was worthy of him just because of Bai Buhui's familiarity and closeness with Zhang Jingyuan.

In fact, he still felt that the gift was too small and not worthy of Zhang Jingyuan's status.

"Senior Brother Zhao, you are on the ninth level of Qi Refining, and I am on the seventh level of Qi Refining. No matter what, it is only I who call you Senior Brother. How can it be the other way around?"

As the saying goes, one's hands are short when taking others, and one's mouth is short when eating others. Since people are sending gifts one after another, and their words are so polite, Zhang Jingyuan should also be more polite.

After all, you can't reach out to hit the smiling person, let alone this one, who has no grudges and even actively gives you gifts.

"Senior Brother Zhang, it's not like you don't know where our cultivation and our status as chief disciple come from. I think it won't be long before your cultivation will surpass mine. If you change your mind then, it's better to become a master now." Brotherhood.”

Zhao Shiwen said firmly.

(End of this chapter)