In order to prevent his disciples from getting close to Zhao Wujiang, Zhang Xukun could be said to have been hiding it.
Every time Zhao Wujiang was about to step into Wuwei Temple, as long as his disciple was in the temple, he would order his disciple to hide and not show his face.
Firstly, because his disciple was pretty and pretty, he was worried that the lecherous Zhao Wujiang would suddenly become lustful and catch his disciple's attention.
Secondly, this disciple’s fate is not in line with Zhao Wujiang’s.
We can get along simply, as fellow Taoists, friends, or even have enmities.
Only it cannot be a Taoist companion!
"Okay, okay, I understand, Master."
The girl drew a long note and banged on the alchemy furnace, wanting to see what kind of elixir it was. In her memory, this furnace of elixir had been being refined for many years.
"Hey, Qing Ling, you should be more careful." Zhang Xukun sighed, his disciple didn't seem to listen at all.
The full name of the girl named Qingling by Zhang Xukun is Wei Qingling.
He is not very old, only twenty-eight years old, but he has already practiced many Taoist arts to perfection. His mastery of Taoist skills is only slightly weaker than that of Zhang Xiaoguo, Taoist disciple of Daoist Tianzong.
"By the way, Master, Brother Xiaoguo has an answer." Wei Qingling pouted and kept blowing towards the hollow of the alchemy furnace, as if she wanted to blow out the fire, she threw a ball of crumpled balls towards Zhang Xukun yellow paper.
Zhang Xukun took the yellow paper and slowly smoothed it out. The talismans on it turned into thin black smoke under his gaze as he read the information.
"The thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month is too fast." Zhang Xukun frowned:
"When you went to Tianzong, what did Miaozhen and your senior brother Xiaoguo say?"
Zhang Xiaoguo is not only the Taoist disciple of Tianzong today, but also the Taoist leader of Tianzong, and one of the founders of Tianzong.
One qi transforms the three qings.
"I didn't say anything. It was just that the time had come and I came back with an answer." Wei Qingling was bored and lay on the alchemy furnace.
When she had nothing to do, she stayed in the Taoist temple all day long. She really wanted to go out and play.
She really missed the days when she and Senior Sister Miaozhen were playing in the secret realm. They could run around and see everywhere. The world was vast and full of interesting things.
"You should hurry up and practice during this time." Zhang Xukun held it gently in his hand, and the talisman turned into small yellow particles and disappeared in his palm.
"Ah?" Wei Qingling was dejected, as if she was discouraged, and fell to the ground.
"Boom!"
She fell heavily to the ground, seemingly unable to feel the pain, and began to roll on the ground:
"I don't, I don't, I don't, Master, I don't want to practice, I don't!"
"Do you still remember the Great Xia Dynasty?" Zhang Xukun held his forehead.
"Huh?" Wei Qingling turned around two and a half times and rolled to Zhang Xukun's side, her big eyes full of doubts:
"What's wrong, Master?"
"What's wrong?" Zhang Xukun rubbed his sore shoulders:
"If you don't practice and advance, Master will not let you return to the secret realm where the Great Xia Dynasty is located on the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month."
"What?" Wei Qingling stood up suddenly, widened her smart eyes, and then sat obediently next to Zhang Xukun, massaging Zhang Xukun's shoulders with her small hands, and said with a smile:
"Master, what you asked your disciple to ask is about the Great Xia Dynasty?
That secret realm will be opened on the 13th of the twelfth lunar month? "
"Ah." Zhang Xukun nodded.
"No wonder..." Wei Qingling looked thoughtful:
"But it's not really that fast, it's been a year or two..."
"If you can't even survive the first level of the Venerable Tribulation during this period, you won't go to the secret realm this time." Zhang Xukun emphasized again:
"These days are different."
"Okay..." Wei Qingling pouted. She learned the Taoist arts well, but her cultivation level was not very high.
She spread her hands:
"Master."
"What?"
"The talisman to overcome the tribulation." Wei Qingling smiled obediently.
Zhang Xukun coughed dryly:
"For spiritual practice, you have to rely on yourself."
"I even saw it secretly. You gave Zhao Wujiang a lot of talismans, but I only want a few..." Wei Qingling's face was filled with grievances, she was about to cry, and she looked like she was mourning the death of her master.
"Bang!" A stack of talismans fell out of thin air and landed in Wei Qingling's palm.
Zhang Xukun said with a straight face:
"Take it away."
