Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

On the island in the center of the lake, two rows of hedgehogs lined up neatly, posing as a warm welcome.

Another hedgehog stood up, took out sweet melons and fruits, picked up a cup carved from jade, and walked up to Zhang Zhiwei with a respectful expression.

This scene directly made everyone stunned.

When they came, the White Immortal was very high and mighty. When the Little Heavenly Master came, he looked like this. The difference in treatment must be too obvious.

Is this the Little Heavenly Master’s card? This is what everyone is thinking.

However, no one has the slightest dissatisfaction. Among people, only when they are almost equal will they be jealous, and when they are too different will they be envious.

They had seen the scene where Zhang Zhiwei looked like a god descending to earth.

I sincerely admire the excellence of this young generation, so the scene before me is quite reasonable.

Zhang Zhiwei won their respect and convinced them by his own strength, not by his background in Tianshi Mansion.

However, Bai Xian didn't know about Zhang Zhiwei's strength. Guan Shihua only gave a rough outline of the story about the Dragon Vein Land to him before.

The reason why it has such an attitude towards Zhang Zhiwei is mainly because it is the chief disciple of the sixty-fifth generation, the direct descendant of the Celestial Master, a disciple who pretends to be a surname, and is nicknamed the Little Celestial Master.

If you take any of these points alone, you can only take a high look at them, and they will never treat them differently.

But it adds up to something different.

Standing in front of it is most likely the next generation of Heavenly Masters.

Among the three religions, the importance of the Taoist Celestial Master cannot be ignored.

Now, shouldn't we give enough respect to an existence that is very likely to become the next generation of heavenly masters right in front of him?

As for the other people, they originally came to it for medical treatment. By accepting them, it was already showing great mercy. How could you expect it to look down upon them?

The White Immortal stood up. It was originally the size of a small van, but now it was as big as a hill.

It walked to the pontoon connecting the island in the center of the lake to the shore, looked at Zhang Zhiwei, showed a kind smile like an elder, and said:

"I am the third aunt Bai of the Bai family in Changbai Mountain. What do you call this little master?"

Zhang Zhiwei clasped his hands and said: "I don't dare to accept high achievements. Junior Zhang Zhiwei is a disciple of the 65th generation of Longhu Mountain, and his Taoist name is Tiantong!"

"Tian Tong..." Bai Xian trembled his paws. It's such a domineering and arrogant Taoist nickname. If you dare to take such a Taoist nickname, are you afraid that you won't be able to memorize it because of your weak character?

Seeing Bai Xian's confused expression, Zhang Zhiwei explained:

"Our Tianshi Mansion chooses a Taoist name based on seniority. Then when it comes to conferring the urn, we report it to the Patriarch, and the Patriarch gives us a word."

"The seniority ranking of Tianshi Mansion is: Shou Dao Ming Benevolence, Quanzhen Restoration Taihe, Sincerity Xuan Yudian, Zhong Zheng Yan Jin Ke, Chong Han Tong Yuanyun, Gao Hongding Da Luo, San Shan Yu Xing Zhen, Fu Hai Yong Hong Bo, Qiong Long Promote the wonderful Dharma and prove the immortal capital throughout the world."

"My generation happens to be the generation with the word 'Tong'. As for the word 'Tian', it was given by the ancestor during the ceremony, so the Tao name is Tiantong!"

"It turns out that the ancestor gave me the name, so I asked, where did such a good Taoist name 'Tian Tong' come from!"

Bai Xian praised, stretched out his little paw, pointed at the wine held by a hedgehog, and said:

"This is some monkey wine that I exchanged with the Monkey Immortals during the Immortal Conference. This is a rare treasure. It is brewed from a variety of spiritual fruits. It is very effective. Most people can't drink it. I still use it. I bought some wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain in exchange for it, little Gao Gong will give it a try!"

At the Immortal Conference, it seems that these immortal families in the Northeast, in addition to understanding the outside world through their disciples, also have their own social circles...

Zhang Zhiwei took the wine cup handed over by Bai Xian and before he put it to his mouth, he felt the fragrant fragrance. The smell of various fruits filled his mouth and nose, making his throat roll.

Without hesitation, he put the wine cup to his mouth and drank slowly.

As the fruit wine enters the abdomen, it seems as if there are thousands of flavors flowing through the chest and abdomen, and then slowly gather into the Dantian, and begin to exude rich vitality.

Everywhere he passed, his limbs and bones were warm and comfortable. All the minor injuries he had suffered had been completely healed, and even the Qi that had been lost in his body had recovered a lot.

He was a little surprised. It was indeed the medicinal wine made by Bai Xian. The effect was amazing.

"how?"

Seeing Zhang Zhiwei drink the wine without hesitation, Bai Xian smiled.

"It's not an exaggeration to say it's jade dew and fine wine!" Zhang Zhiwei smacked his mouth, but he still didn't finish his sentence.

"How about another drink?" Bai Xian looked at him directly, as if he had discovered something very novel.

This wine tasted really good, and Zhang Zhiwei didn’t refuse it hypocritically: “Thank you so much, Senior Bai Xian!”

Bai Xian waved his hand and handed over another glass of wine.

Zhang Zhiwei took it. This time, he didn't drink it all in one gulp. Instead, he drank it slowly in several sips and tasted the taste carefully.

Bai Xian was amazed when he saw it. After Zhang Zhiwei finished drinking it, he said: "Although this spiritual wine is not strong when drunk, its medicinal effect is not small and its stamina is great. Even some accomplished strangers can only drink it at most." You can drink three to five sips without getting drunk, but the little master drank one drink in one sip. Not only is he fine, but he can also drink a second drink. He is really good at drinking and cultivating!!"

"Really?" Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile: "Then it seems that the reputation of this junior who never gets drunk after a thousand cups is not in vain!"

Zhang Zhiwei knows why he is so good at drinking. Ordinary strangers mainly focus on practicing Qi. The Qi in the body is strong, but the physical body is not necessarily strong. Therefore, after drinking, if you do not use Qi to eliminate wine, your drinking capacity will be the same as that of ordinary people. No different. But he was different. His physique was extremely strong, and his drinking capacity naturally increased. I'm afraid it would take several elephants to drink enough to knock him down.

"It's a pity that it's winter in Changbai Mountain. The Fair of Immortals will be held next year, and there won't be much wine left here. Otherwise, I would have had a good drink with Xiao Gao Gong!" Bai Xian said.

"There will definitely be opportunities in the future!" Zhang Zhiwei clasped his hands and said, "I would also like to thank Senior Bai Xian for his willingness to treat these martyrs!"

Bai Xian waved his paws and said: "You're welcome. Although the disputes outside have nothing to do with us, we have been rooted here for a long time and have deep feelings for this land. We are also the protectors of many people and protect their families. Safety, wars are raging now. Although I am in the mountains, I feel the same way. I will do my best to save all the martyrs. Secondly, I also have my own considerations!"

"What are you considering?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

Bai Xian said with a smile: "I want to find some top-xiang disciples!"

Dingxiang disciples are the disciples who take action.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the wounded: "They all have Taoist traditions. Is it appropriate to be a disciple of Dingxiang?"

Bai Xian said: "It doesn't matter, the little master must also know that the meridians of immortals and humans are different. We can't use the things that you humans practice, so there is no problem. On the contrary, becoming a disciple of Dingxiang will also help If I have one more method, I don’t ask too much, and I won’t restrict myself too much. I just want my disciples to act on my behalf, help the world, and gain some faith!”

After a pause, Bai Xian sighed, and then said: "Speaking of which, it's not because I'm threatening to save my life, but because I'm really helpless. They say that there are five great immortal families in the Northeast, but that's just a compliment from the world."

"To go out now, we must pay attention to the four beams and eight pillars. These four beams are Hu, Huang and Changbei respectively. Our Bai family and Hui family do not go to court. Even if they are some virtuous people, they rarely set out to go out. Most of them are looking for a rich man to be a protector of the family. Fairy."

"Although I have a court, the level of disciples under my sect is far behind that of other immortal families. Now that I have met so many capable righteous men at once, I am overjoyed and want to marry them. A good thing!"

"I see," Zhang Zhiwei said, "I can't make the decision for them on this kind of thing. Everything depends on their own opinions."

Speaking of this, Zhang Zhiwei looked at Wang Ai, who was following Guan Shihua in the crowd, and said, "Senior Bai Xian, look at my friend, does he have a destiny?"

Bai Xian glanced at Wang Ai, his dark eyes flashed, and he shook his head and said: "Young master, forgive me for speaking frankly. Although this person looks honest and does righteous things, he is actually a treacherous and evil person." Xiang, and I have a vague feeling that this person has a conflict with me. It’s hard to say about other immortal families. Anyway, here, there is no chance of fate!"

Zhang Zhiwei: "…………"

He hit the nail on the head. It seemed that these immortals were very good at selecting disciples. They immediately said nothing more and walked over to greet everyone with a few words.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what were you doing earlier?" Lu Jin asked curiously.

"Halfway through, Emperor Zhenwu came down to earth and insisted on teaching me a move. I couldn't resist, so I had to follow him and learn it!" Zhang Zhiwei told the truth with a smile.

Lu Jin didn't believe it anymore: "Senior Brother Zhang doesn't want to say it, just don't say it. Why make up such a clumsy lie?"

"If you don't believe the truth, there's nothing I can do!"

Zhang Zhiwei didn't say much. It's not appropriate to go into too much detail about this kind of thing. He found a position on the island in the center of the lake with a wider view, sat down cross-legged, and began to meditate, trying to digest the medicinal power of the two glasses of spiritual wine. Restore your Qi.

Emperor Zhenwu had seriously injured him with a sword earlier. Although he was treated afterwards, only the injury was restored, and the energy in his body was still about to be exhausted.

Zhang Zhiwei was not used to this feeling of emptiness in his body, and he needed to recover quickly.

Lu Ci looked thoughtfully at the energy emitted by Zhang Zhiwei while meditating.

Inexplicably, he felt that the Qi in Zhang Zhiwei's body seemed to have changed slightly.

In the past, the qi in Zhang Zhiwei's body was thick and ingenious, but now it has some breathtaking sharpness, just like a sharp sword out of the body, with its edge clearly visible.

Senior Brother Zhang is not very deceptive. Could it be that what Senior Brother Zhang said is true? Did you really meet Emperor Zhenwu? Also passed on his methods? Lu Ci thought secretly in his heart.

"Senior Brother Zhang is really amazing. He was taught by Emperor Zhenwu. No wonder he is about the same age as us but is so much stronger!"

Feng Ping of Huode Sect, however, firmly believed in what Zhang Zhiwei just said.

"Brother Fengping, do you really believe it?" Lu Jin looked at him in surprise.

"Why don't you believe it?" Feng Ping said: "Didn't you see that Senior Brother Zhang was carrying a black flag, carrying a giant sword, and looking like a god descending from the earth? Even if Senior Senior Brother Zhang said that he was the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu, I would believe it!"

Lu Jin: “…………”

"The more you say it, the more outrageous it becomes? Is this the point? The point is that Senior Brother Zhang is from the Longhu Mountain of the Zhengyi Sect. I still believe that Zhang Tianshi is a professor, but the Zhenwu Emperor is from Wudang!"

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Zhang Zhiwei turned a deaf ear to everyone's discussion. He closed his eyes and struggled for his life.

At the same time, he placed the Dongfeng Great Sword on his knees, allowing the Qi in his body to pass by the Dongfeng Great Sword as it circulated.

This caused a layer of golden brilliance to circulate on the Dongfeng Great Sword's blade.

This is to warm and nourish the sword body, and it also allows people to practice together with the sword.

A powerful technique like escaping the world with one sword requires very high quality of the magic weapon itself.

Although the Dongfeng Great Sword is good, it still needs to be maintained and refined regularly.

But sacrificing a magic weapon alone is a waste of effort and time.

So Zhang Zhiwei thought of a clever way to add a few steps to the path of the Golden Light Spell's Qi Movement. During the 'Qi Movement Meridians and Body Training Aperture', the swords in his hands were included in the 'Xing Qi' range. In this way, the practice The sacrifice and refining are both correct and efficient.

According to his own understanding, Zhang Zhiwei let Qi come out from his right hand, enter the sword body from the hilt, flow through the sword body, go to the tip of the sword, then enter the meridian of his left hand, and return to the body and into the sea of ​​Qi.

After a week, except for one more step of Xing Qi, there is no ambiguity at all, which means this method is feasible.

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On the other side, the white immortals treated the wounds they brought over and treated them with great enthusiasm.

Although some of the injured were too seriously injured and have not fully recovered, they are still out of danger and only need to rest for a period of time before they can recover.

At the same time, when Mrs. Bai proposed to form a good relationship with them and recruit a few as Dingxiang disciples.

Some strangers who were not very knowledgeable and had weak means thought about it carefully and agreed. They decided to become Grandma Bai's disciples and become her disciples, acting on her behalf to help the world and gain faith.

Making this decision is a life-saving grace on one hand, and a benefit on the other. Although Baixian is not good at fighting and cannot provide strong combat power, they are good at healing.

Moreover, Bai Xian has a gentle personality and is not as perverse as Huang Xian and Liu Xian. He will not force his disciples to do things they don't want to do.

Once you enter Bai Xian's hall and become his disciple, you will have a person who can hold the horse close to your body and hide it in the acupoints at any time. This is equivalent to carrying a master healer with you anytime and anywhere.

And what they have to do is to cure diseases, save people, and spread Bai Xian's faith. In the process, they will also gain fame and fortune, which is a win-win situation.

This made Wang Ai a little envious, but also a little confused.

Bai Xian asked many people if they were willing to be his concubine. Even Lu Ci and Lu Jin asked, but he was the only one who did not ask.

How is this going? He wanted to ask, but looked at Guan Shihua next to him and suppressed his thoughts.

He wanted to enter Shihua's palace. Not to mention that Bai Xian didn't look for him, even if he did, he wouldn't agree.

In the process, Zhang Zhiwei also learned about the Dingxiang disciples' debut ceremony, and gained a better understanding of the Chuma Immortal Path. He couldn't help but have the shocking thought of becoming a saint and becoming an ancestor.