world.

At 100 o'clock, dragon gas is pulled alone.

Zhang Kun groaned, slightly a little stubborn ...

There is no 100 points anyway, don't think too much now, spend 10 points first.

‘I’ m throwing random, where to throw it ... ”

'In case, be able to find the right world, improve the combat power, the most important improvement of spiritual cultivation, it is best to get a straightforward method, so that the body and spirit have no shortcomings. At that time

Holding life is relatively large. '

"Go you."

10 o'clock dragon qi suddenly burned.

A strange energy, generated for no reason.

As soon as Zhang Kun felt that his body was light, he integrated into the void. It seemed to turn into infinite small, and it seemed to become infinite.

Suddenly fall, pass through a layer of unclear unclear diaphragm, and push into a body.

Thinking awakened, blood gas swept the whole body.

Zhang Kun only felt that his body changed from flesh to bone blood, to the deepest level of cells, and severe changes have occurred.

The familiar smell strikes.

He didn't think about it, getting up from the ground, his first thing was to go to the corner of the house, scoop out the water, and wash his body hard.

It took a while.

I felt that the nauseating stench was completely expelled from my body, my body felt light and heavy again, and a powerful force appeared in my blood, muscles, bones, skin and flesh, and I let out a long breath.

Also have the mind to observe your own environment.

There are a few couches in the room, which is very simple. What is separated by a curtain is an ancient hall.

It is said to be a main hall, but it is actually only about forty square meters. In the middle of one end of the hall, there is an image of a Taoist statue with mottled gold paint. It is difficult to tell which deity it is.

At this time, there is still a small half of the incense candle burning on the incense table, and you can smell the slightest fragrance in your nose.

'This is a temple. I'm wearing a Taoist robe. I'm about eighteen or nineteen years old, just coming of age. Looking at the food in this room, there are a few steamed buns, a plate of green vegetables, and a small bowl of pork. It seems that the conditions are not very good.

.'

Taoist priest?

Zhang Kun's eyes flashed, and he suddenly returned to his bedroom. He searched inside and outside for a long time, but only found a little bit of broken silver, not even a weapon.

Finally, I walked into the main hall again and saw a roll of bamboo on top of the futon.

He grabbed the yellowed bamboo roll, opened it, and suddenly let out a chuckle.

"I'm really confused, but I never thought that sometimes, this book may not be a book, but it may be bamboo slips, silk, or fur..."

"In front of the Emperor Zixiaxu of the Shangqing Dynasty, Lord Yuchen of Taishangdaodao, living in leisurely time, made seven words of core beads, dispersed the five shapes and transformed into ten thousand gods..."

Zhang Kun scratched his head when he read the small, flat characters on it. Although the characters were in traditional Chinese, he basically knew them. However, he didn't understand them, and he didn't know what the meaning was.

However, he did understand the title of the volume at the beginning of the bamboo slips, and he still had some impressions.

"The Jade Scripture of the Inner Scene of the Huangting".

Zhang Kun's heart skipped a beat when he saw the two words "Huang Ting".

Could it be that I have come to a world with fairy magic, and the feelings are good?

I am worried about my lack of strength and weak spirit. If I just give a book of immortal magic to my hand, wouldn't it be like falling asleep on the pillow?

He is not good at reading other books, and his novels are not read by young and old alike. In Journey to the West, I remember clearly the poems that the woodcutter read, and it seems that "Huang Ting Jing" has a very high status.

"Watching the chess players playing, felling the trees, walking slowly at the valley entrance by the clouds, selling firewood and wine, laughing wildly to express my love. The autumn is high in the sky, leaning on the pine roots against the moon, and sleeping at dawn. Recognizing the old forest, climbing the cliffs and ridges, holding an ax to break

Withered vine.

Harvested into a load, the price of rice is three liters in the Xinge market. There is no competition among the seeds, the current price is average, no scheming, no honor or disgrace, and a life of indifference. Where we meet, it is either an immortal or a Taoist, sit quietly and talk about Huang Ting.

"

It is said in the story that when the monkey went to Fangcun Mountain to become a disciple, Patriarch Bodhi was preaching the Huangting Sutra.

One can imagine the high status of this book.

However, Zhang Kun read it from beginning to end and saw nothing.

Not giving up, he added two points of Dragon Qi to the Chinese language, reaching the level of proficiency, and now he could see things more clearly.

However, we still don't see the magic and practice methods from it. The whole article just talks about contemplating the images of the sun, moon, stars, clouds, how to meditate, and how to practice, but it doesn't explain it.

'Could it be that this is a false scripture? It's not right. How can anyone make a fake out of bamboo? Judging from the traces of rubbing, I don't know how long I have been looking at it or how many times I have read it. It should not be fake. Maybe for the author of the book, there is something.

, there is no need to write clearly in the first place, everyone who understands understands, and those who do not understand cannot be understood even if they are spoken.'

Then you say it.

Zhang Kun was so anxious that he was helpless.

Looking at Baoshan, it is not allowed to enter the door. This feeling is quite sour.

After tossing for a while, Zhang Kun felt that he had to rely on reading. He heard about it for a hundred times and read himself. Therefore, he silently read in his heart.

Nympho

Seeking a monthly ticket.

Follow the book friends who read here, thank you.

There are also those who protested to the website for this book, okay, thank you, but do n’t protest, let ’s put it first, let’ s write the copy of the post. When others do n’t pay attention, we do n’t stare at this book.

At the time, secretly go back.

Even if it was a big deal, the little fish did not dare to continue writing. The person's eyes stared at the boss.
Chapter completed!