Black Wizard Zhu Peng

　　Rongyang view the back house, one old and one young strolling one after another.

　　 "Qinglian is seventeen years old, and her basic skills seem to be solid, do you plan to let her enter the demonstration or switch to it?" Zhu Peng rarely answered the elder's question in the first time, but asked instead.

Li Qinglian’s true practice can only be practiced or transferred to other schools. The practice method of Rongyang Practicing Heart is more unsuitable for women than the practice of Chunyang Practicing. Actually speaking, Wudang Chunyang School cannot help marrying. But in the past, female disciples were never included, because the original roots of Chunyang Sect was a piece of "Hundred-character Tablet Tongtian Good Fortune Pill" inherited from Lu Zu, and the content was completely unsuitable for women's cultivation... From all angles.

"Qinglian? She can't do it. Peng'er, you are in the red dust and your heart is in the dojo. Although you are sometimes disturbed by the invasion of foreign demons, the mind of Tao is pure and stable. No matter how many foreign demons are wiping hard, there is nothing big. Worry. But Qinglian, you know, she has only met you a few times, and she actually likes you a little... She has the same temper as her mother. Once she enters the Tao, I am afraid she will fall into the evil way, but she has been by my side since childhood. With some Dao Foundation. Let her live this life peacefully. For her, this is already a good destiny."

　　 "I can't agree with what Shishu said. Qinglian's fate should be left to her own choice. Although there are some roads that are bitter and sweet, but bitter and happy, there is no generation..."

　　 While they were talking, they entered a quiet room at once. There was nothing in the room except the two futons on the floor. Here, it is a bit similar to the Christian confessional. The difference is that the Taoist quiet room is only used by practitioners to participate in the Tao and refine the mind and wash their thoughts, but it is not like the Christian confessional that anyone can enter. Zhu Peng and the short and fat old Dao sit opposite each other on the futon. The practice of boxing is well-documented. Although Master Daoman has practiced for decades, he may not be as good as Zhu Peng. There is nothing to point him to, Zhu Peng’s foundation. The number was established when his master was alive. However, the Daoxin line is the main direction of the Rongyang Heart Refining Department, so when encountering confusion, Zhu Peng never shy away from consulting the elders to benefit himself.

"Uncle Daoman, my witchcraft teacher Kidd confessed to me a few days ago that it was a massacre of several families. The teacher asked me to find the murderer and take down its head. So I took my companion and went When I arrived in Chinatown, I met Master Ma and Brother Hu... The moment Brother Hu died, I really regretted it for a moment. Although Brother Hu committed several massacres, he did not choose any good people. Besides, they are all foreign races. From the perspective of Taoist practitioners, he did nothing wrong. Maybe, maybe I should really hold Xiaolin (Bridget)'s head to hand in that task. For Brother Hu, things may have room for reversal." Close his eyes slightly, the scenes and scenes experienced these days flow in front of Zhu Peng's eyes. Many of them have many opportunities to choose, which can change the ending. Don't have to be so cruel and cruel.

"Hehe, go back in time, let you do it again, would you choose to kill the werewolf girl and replace your brother Tiger?" With the same eyes closed, the pudgy old man asked such a question, which made Zhu Peng a long time. The speechless.

"……I do not know."

　　 "Then let go of this idea for the time being, and don't be obsessed with giving yourself an answer."

　　 "…………"

　　 After a moment of silence, Zhu Peng continued to say: "Master Daoman, what kind of realm is the Taoist fairyland, or what is immortal, what is immortal?"

"Fisting martial arts: the higher realm of boxing after activating Jin, dark Jin, and Jin Jin, is the pill state. According to my brother and your master back then, the qi and blood of the cultivator was nurtured in the Dantian and finally reached every meridian in the body. The acupuncture point has almost fully developed all the potentials of the human body, that is, the Dan Jin Dan Dao Realm. As for what is immortal... Peng'er, the answer to this question is hidden in your name. Mortals are busy and die like pigs. , Practise hard work, break the pupa and break the silkworm into a peng, from pig to peng, from human to immortal, regardless of the dual perfection and evolution of the mind and will and even the mortal body, when this perfection and evolution reaches a certain extreme state of fruit , Is the immortal."

　　 "After the martial arts boxing entered the highest alchemy realm, the evolution of the body was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. I can understand and imagine it. Then, how to obtain the evolution of the mind and will?"

　　 "According to the heart's desires but not overstepping the rules, the Dao's heart is pointing, and the thoughts are accessible."

　　 "…………" Zhu Peng was silent for a long time after hearing the words, frowning slightly.

"... Back then, my only son, your brother fell in love with a female police officer when he was training his heart in Hongchen. He wanted to quit the Daomen and guard the girl like an ordinary person for the rest of his life. Later, the girl was on a drug fight. Being caught by one of the missions, not only was he robbed of his innocence, but he also became addicted to drugs. Back then, your senior brother ran up the mountain in a disheveled manner and begged me. Do you know how I answered him?"

　　 "I know, you gave brother a steel knife..."

"He killed 13 people in that family with the help of the chickens and dogs. Later, he was shot and killed indiscriminately when he was hunted down. But I believe that at the moment when he slashed the enemy, he thought and thought Mastery."

　　 "...... What you do, it seems that you can't talk about doing what you want, right?"

"Boy, we are outsiders. This'moment' is not imposed on us, but by ourselves, because without the moment, even if soaring in the sky, the sky is just your cage. There has never been absolute freedom in this world. It has always been relative freedom... These views are my own ideas and cognitions, and your own Dao Xin will ultimately depend on you to make up for it. Is the Chinese dress on me suitable for you?

　　 To understand is to understand, and to understand is to understand. My reasoning is not yours, forcibly understanding and adapting will only distort your originally transparent mind. "

Looking at his nephew, he was still a little confused. After thinking about it for a while, Dao Mandao said again: "Do you still remember the "Infinite Horror: The Way of Idiot Coming" that you gave me back then? That was when you were a kid. One of my favorite Ren Xia novels, there is a character called Zhang Heng. He tells us: Many times a man can die, but he cannot retreat. The result of retreating is that you will live better than death in the future. Pain. Yuehua was like that back then. Of course, I can ask my senior to kill him, but I don’t want him to regret it in the future. In the days to come, life will be more painful than death."

(According to the heart's desire but not overstepping the rules, the Dao heart refers to it, the thought is understandable...Some things can be passed by indifferently, and some things, my Dao Sect disciple can die and cannot retreat, because at the moment of retreat, you are actually already' It's dead. The freedom of the mind and the strength of the body are the so-called immortal way.) Thinking, comprehending, and blending with one's own ideals, Zhu Peng asked one last sentence before he settled down:

"Uncle Master, if my Dao Heart is referring to killing, if what I really want is to descend from the sky, holding a black giant sword burning with flames, it depends on the burning of the earth and the destruction of all living things... how? ?"

"If all this is really what you want most from the bottom of your heart, and if all that you do can really change your mood and become a better, more complete, and happier you, then let it go. Peng'er We are practitioners of Fangwai, jumping out of the Three Realms, not among the five elements, what we are asking for is the top of a human standing peak, riding on the wind and walking without boundaries, that is the immortal.” When Li Daoman finished his last sentence, Zhu Peng The breath has been completely silent. Dao Sect refines the mind. In this state, all his spiritual will and even his subconscious will enter a high-strength condensed state. If the martial arts of the alchemy realm are the "living dead" in terms of vitality and blood, then Wudang Chunyang Sect's Taoism refines the mind, pursuing an empty mind and a lively mind, which may be called the "living dead" in spirit.

　　 In the half-life and half-death, the yin and yang chaos are like chickens. The combination of the two is the return to the innate door, the fruit of the renewal of all things. At this point, the physique is not bad for the King Kong, and the Taoist heart has to take advantage of the wind.

Of course, the techniques handed down from the low martial and low magic planes in the 21st century, no matter how hard you blow it, the actual effect will give you a deep level of relaxation and fulfillment, and you want to practice something like flying swords or fireballs. Magical powers... or go to the Wizarding Academy to meditate honestly~www.readwn.com~ The earth plane may have been awesome in the past, but the low demon planes have evolved over thousands of years, and there are still some old sesame seeds and rotten grains left in the Taoist practice. Of idealism.

Zhu Peng guarded his "Chen Sesame Rotten Millet" tortoise and settled for a whole day. When he turned his mind back to his place, he had already wiped out all the miscellaneous dust in his heart. All that was left was to pursue better and perfect himself. The clear mind.

　　 Zhu Peng opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a pair of **** and white eyes... Zhu Peng sighed, and leaned back without moving, Li Qinglian's small yellow, black, yellow and black face gradually enlarged before his eyes.

　　 "What is the dead girl doing to scare people?"

　　 "No, how could I scare Brother Peng... I just think you are handsome."

　　 "You don't need to repeat this fact, I know."

　　 "...Brother Peng, get hungry, stewed with cabbage tofu, soaked in rice, it's delicious."

　　 "If you let it go, I can do it myself."

　　 "...Brother Peng, when will you marry me?"

　　 "Puff...cough cough."

　　 "Wow, Brother Peng, why are you vomiting, it's a waste, I'll wipe it for you."

　　 "Why should I marry you."

　　 "What? Brother, do you want to admit it? When I was five years old, you said you let me be your bride."

　　 "...You also know that you were only five years old at that time. I was teasing you."

　　 "Ah, it doesn't matter... ah ah ah ah ah ah ah."

　　 A large group of bear children in Taoist robes lay down at the small window of the quiet room to watch the fairies fighting inside. Li Yuehua saw that no one was caring about it, and then hummed and sneaked out to continue arching the cabbage...