Zheng Fuqing was confused when he woke up. What the hell! Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

There was no dark cell, no handcuffs, and even his eyes were not covered. I don’t know who thoughtfully changed him into a set of blue casual clothes, just a little loose. It seems that the original owner’s figure is not very good.

He came back to his senses a little before he had the heart to look at the surrounding environment. Not to mention the prison cell, it was much better than where he lived before.

A soft-collapsed table, a square table and an Eight Immortal Stool, looked good, and it had a quaint smell. There were several scrolls of paintings that he could not recognize, and the landscape was painted. Even an amateur, he thought the painting was exquisite, vivid and charming.

There was even a window on the side of the soft collapse. He rubbed his head, which was a little painful, stood up from the bed, walked to the window, pushed open the window, looked at the busy traffic outside the window and the familiar modern scene before he breathed a sigh of relief. He was scared to death and thought he had traveled through time.

If Jiang Zhen knew about his idea, he would definitely sneer. You kid are so beautiful, traveling through time? The source soul of your body is so complete, and you can even practice Taoism. How can you live a hundred and eighty years old? Through such a chore, will you be your turn?

But the next second Zheng Fuqing's relaxed breath came up again, because when he closed the window and turned his head, he saw Jiang Zhen's cold face.

"You woke up, fortunately, I didn't do it too hard, and I thought I'd crushed you to death." Jiang Zhen also breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled on the surface last night, but in fact he had already had MMP in his heart. You are so awesome, even the King of Hell dares to threaten it?

So when I started, I was a little distracted, and used some movement technique to throw the kid into the bookstore, and asked again when I came back. This is why Zheng Fuqing felt a headache. He could survive after experiencing space transfer... It's really thanks to Jiang Fujun's mercy.

Zheng Fuqing looked at this unknown powerful man with a full face. In his impression, even if he was the most powerful master he had ever seen, his uncle, who was the air-camera, had the special stunts of setting fire to ice and flying the eaves and walls. This kind of innate master is already the strongest in their Zigailu. Just like yesterday, the method of condensing air from the air-casing to faint him, it seemed like he was reading a fairy tale novel.

So he quickly put down his hands that were lifted up, and he was so choked. He was knocked out again? He wasn't shaking M.

"Who are you? I admit that I have fallen this time, but I didn't kill that person. I would like to ask the sir to see if you are a cultivator and seek the Tao, I will let you go in the next time."

Zheng Fuqing is actually right. Nowadays, there are not people who have found opportunities and resources in the world, but they are all for their own masters. If they really meet fellow practitioners, everyone will keep their hands. There are too few seedlings of practicing Taoism now, no matter whether it is good or evil, it would be great to be able to travel with fellow practitioners on the road of cultivation.

But Jiang Zhen doesn’t care about these things. He is not a cultivator in the human world, and he can’t even control him. Do you want to care about this unspoken rule?

"Who taught you the Dharma?" Jiang Zhen asked expressionlessly.

He didn't care whether Zheng Fuqing was doing evil. Anyway, he would enter the cycle of reincarnation after he died. At that time, good and evil would be judged by the Judge Hall. If the Judge Hall does not judge, and the Senluo Hall, he would not be able to escape no matter how bad things were done, especially for this kid who had no background, he usually had to go to the hell of the oil pot.

But how to say the matter of spreading the Dharma is quite serious. There is a saying among practitioners in the Three Realms that "The Dharma cannot be passed on lightly." Passing on your practice is to bear the cause and effect path. If you do good things, the person who preaches the Dharma will enjoy the blessing, but if you do bad things, the person who preaches the Dharma will also take the blame.

Moreover, Zheng Fuqing also used spells with foreign domain characteristics, which can be seen from his breath that it is not a serious Three Realms method.

Zheng Fuqing was stunned for a moment and said nothing. This matter was not good. When he entered the school, he also wrote the rules of the sect. If something happened, he would come out to take the blame. If he really reported the sect's inheritance and was found by someone, he would be expelled from the sect.

Of course, like the previous behavior of pulling tiger skins as a banner, if he hadn't known that the most awesome sect in the world was Maoshan Shangqing, he would have dared to say that he had held the furnace in front of Tushita Palace.

But the boss in front of me looks like this... I feel that I can easily carry it at any time.

Zheng Fuqing pointed to the stool in front of him and said, "That... can I sit down and say it?"

Jiang Zhen stretched out his hand and signaled him to be casual. Looking at Zheng Fuqing's uneasy expression after sitting down, Jiang Zhen smiled and said, "I am not trying to find trouble for your master, but I just look at the familiar method you have practiced, and I want to see if it is passed down by acquaintances. I heard you say before, is it true that Maoshan Shangqing?"

After hearing this, Zheng Fuqing felt a little relieved. Fortunately, it was fine if he did not destroy the family. He was afraid that he was an old monster hundreds of years ago, and he followed the old rules and regulations, and often cut off the inheritance of people and clean up the door.

Zheng Fuqing had already regarded Jiang Zhen as a kind of hidden cultivator. Although this matter was rare, it was not without it. At the time of the previous dynasty, Japan invaded, but many hidden cultivators traveled east to make trouble. The cultivation world was not easy to interfere in the secular world, but there was no problem in destroying your cultivation sect, so it was arranged.

So he is very respectful to Jiang Zhen now and said, "Have you been asked yet?"

Jiang Zhen looked at the boy who had just put down his guard with interest and said, "Just call me Mr. Jiang." He already thought that this boy might be a talented person, otherwise he would find a small world to throw it over and hone it? By the way... dig out the person behind him.

Zheng Fuqing rubbed his hands and said, "Mr. Jiang, I was born in Dangyang Zigailu, one of the thirty-six Jinglus. I mentioned the Maoshan Shangqing before... Hehe, how can I climb up to someone's high branch? I know some Maoshan technique. The two-handed ghosts were possessed by the skin, which made you laugh at me."

"Well, is Maoshan? I heard that the scenery is good and suitable for vacation." Jiang Zhen rubbed his chin. Could it be that the guys from the outside world can reach the authentic Xuanmen in the human world? It shouldn't be. Xianfan Guanfeng is not a good person. It seems that he has to have a good chat with Lu Yang.

"Okay, you can stay here for a few days. I will deal with this matter thoroughly. You will apologize to Chen Jinwu tomorrow and use some magic power to make a talisman to protect and bring luck. This matter will be over."

Jiang Zhen already felt that the problem was perfect after solving it himself. Well, it was a little bit not perfect, so he had to deal with Lu Zhengming, a guy who had seen Zheng Fuqing cast spells.

"The world is trouble...that guy from Xuandu." Jiang Zhen's casting spell last night was not without sequelae. The Saint Lord of Heaven and Master Xuandu personally sent a letter of condolence to the world, asking Jiang Fujun to have a happy vacation, and by the way, he mentioned the matter of the Heavenly Notes.

Although they would not get angry about this little thing, Xuan Du was like a woman, and it was unbearable to nag. Just like the ten words that could be finished last night, Xuan Du insisted on writing a long magical voice transmission of thousands of words, and Jiang Zhen wanted to go back to work directly after hearing this.

Forget it, don’t be angry or angry. If I get angry, who will do what I wish... I should follow the rules, or fall from the building to lose my memory when I get lost in a car accident. Anyway, he will forget about this.
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