proud of the sky

Chapter 375
"Old Dan, old Duan, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why did you still fall?"

"Hey, if people ignore us, you don't need to look like this."

The friends around Shan Wenhai were not warned by Zhang Muyang, so they all looked at him in surprise. Now Shan Wenhai has self-knowledge and can't say anything, so he can only support himself, his big face turns from white to red. From red to blue, from green to black, colorful, comparable to Sichuan opera changing faces.

Just when he was about to be unable to hold on anymore, the coercion on his body suddenly dissipated, as if it had never existed. He panted on the ground a few times, gathered some strength, and then stood up tremblingly.

His circle of friends is not small, and he has also been in contact with monks. He knows that Zhang Muyang's attack just now is a monk's trick, and he can't provoke him now, so he didn't talk nonsense, and he didn't even say anything cruel. After standing up, he turned his head and left.

Shan Wenhai's friend next to him saw this scene with the same astonishment on his face, and looked at each other in bewilderment. What's going on? This kid has been possessed by a ghost?

But the master is gone, and it’s meaningless for them to stay here. After glancing at Ling Bing and the two of them, they all followed. None of them came up to stand up for Shan Wenhai. Among these people were his old classmates, and some of him now. Hupenggouyou.

After casually dismissing a passer-by, time began to jump again, but the time after being disturbed was no longer as beautiful as before.

Ling Bing stretched her waist, as satisfied and lazy as if waking up in spring, squinting her eyes at the sky outside the window and said: "It's getting late, the party is about to start, let's go."

Zhang Muyang nodded, and the two led them away from the coffee shop. As for the provocative passer-by just now, he had disappeared.

The two of them didn't take the car either, they just walked outside the city on foot, and then used the escape method to rush to the meeting place of the monks that Ling Bing said.

On the way, Zhang Muyang suddenly asked: "Bing'er, that senior sister of yours, that nun in the bathroom, what did she tell you?"

Ling Bing glared at him and said: "Don't insult my senior sister, it's Fairy Yuci, what she told me is the secret of my sect, how can I tell you."

Zhang Muyang smiled and said: "Isn't your business my business? Tell me, I can help you and share your worries."

Ling Bing shook his head and said, "Let's talk about this later, we're almost there."

After about half an hour's journey, they came to a narrow alley. At the end of the alley, there was a large green bamboo forest. There were absolutely no pillars here in Shicheng, but the owner here didn't know how to use them. What kind of formation, planted a batch of green bamboos, swaying in the wind, elegant and leisurely.

As soon as Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing arrived at the entrance of the alley, they heard the melodious and tinkling sound of the piano, as if someone was playing the piano. The sound of the piano and the lush green scenery seemed to outline a new world.

Zhang Muyang was also a little surprised when he saw it. There are indeed some masters hidden in the secular world. Although he deliberately played tricks and was a bit inferior, the owner here is also interesting.

"Is it here?"

Zhang Muyang asked a question knowingly, Ling Bing nodded lightly, at this moment, the sound of the piano stopped, and a slightly magnetic voice said: "It's a great honor to have a distinguished guest, please hurry up."

After saying that the courtyard door opened without wind, Zhang Muyang rubbed his teeth. I don't know if this guy is pretending to be aggressive, or if he really has such elegance.

Entering the courtyard and the hall, there are already seven people sitting in the room, except for one of them, the rest are arranged on the left and right sides, five men and two women, Zhang Muyang glanced at them, all of them were in the Qi refining period, and only the one sitting in the main seat The long-haired man in ancient costume faintly has the realm of the foundation-building period, but like Ling Bing, he is only half-legged in the foundation-building stage.

The long-haired man glanced at Zhang Muyang and asked, "Who is this?"

Ling Bing introduced: "I am a Taoist companion."

"Oh. Sit down, please." The long-haired man in ancient costume nodded in response, and waved his hand to invite the two of them to sit down without asking further questions.

Not long after, there was a little boy outside the door, serving tea and fruit plates. After chatting for a while, the long-haired man in ancient costume asked Ling Bing, "I think the realm of fellow Taoists seems to have improved again?" His words shook everyone's mind. They all focused their attention and looked at Ling Bing.

This person had good eyes, Ling Bing looked normal, nodded and said: "I got something."

As soon as Ling Bing finished speaking, many people's eyes lit up, full of envy and jealousy. Although the spiritual energy has recovered and the number of monks is increasing, not everyone can practice Taoism, and except for the geniuses of the big sects, casual cultivators Humans, every time they improve a level, it is very difficult. There is no such thing as Ling Bing, who breaks through when he talks about breaking through.

The long-haired man in ancient costume sighed softly: "Little friend is indeed extremely talented." After he praised Ling Bing, he changed the subject suddenly: "There is actually no special purpose in inviting you here today, except that everyone communicates with each other. Experience, exchange some elixir and instruments, and there is one more thing to discuss with everyone."

"Mr. Gu, please tell me."

The long-haired man in ancient costume continued: "It's not easy for us to cultivate casually, so we should work together. You don't need me to say that everyone knows that the revival of spiritual energy is just when my generation is popular, but now most of the resources in the practice world are controlled by the country and those wealthy families. , we only suffer from skills but no resources, so we can only do nothing, if we want to go further, we must unite and deal with it together, so as to earn a chance."

Hearing this, Zhang Muyang understood. He thought that this guy was good for something. It turned out that it was for the circle of people, and he lost interest immediately. This kind of casual cultivator circle doesn't have much future, and there are no other policies that don't allow it. The Venerable Master is selfish, so this circle can only be a joke.

Seeing what they were talking about, Zhang Muyang didn't bother, but gently grabbed Ling Bing's little hand and played with it. Ling Bing turned his head and glared at him, but she didn't break free. She also felt bored. She thought it was a communication between monks. Party, I didn't expect this to be the case.

I don't know how long it took before the long-haired man in ancient costume finally finished his long speech. Some of the monks nodded in agreement, deeply appreciating his point of view, while others didn't care, but they didn't say anything.

Seeing this, the long-haired man in ancient costume seemed to have expected it, so he didn't say much, and just let everyone think about it after they went back.

Just when Zhang Muyang was pulling Ling Bing to leave, the long-haired man in ancient costume suddenly stopped them and said, "Please stop, both of you."

Zhang Muyang rolled his eyes, pretending to be an ancient monk, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I heard that Fairy Lingbing borrowed a sword from the Kongtong Gate before?" The originally harmonious atmosphere came here, and the sword was on the verge of breaking out.

Zhang Muyang stopped Ling Bing who was about to speak, and said with a smile on his face: "Why, sir, you want to help them go back?"

(End of this chapter)