Inaction is the inner view.
Quietly.
Only the smoke curled up.
Zhao Wujiang heard this question and said firmly:
"Won't!
I will do what I want to do in my own way. "
Zhang Xukun smiled lightly:
"Sometimes, the same person, on the same matter, will have different ideas when he is in the situation and when he is on the outside."
"What do you mean?" Zhao Wujiang took a deep look at Zhang Xukun, his eyes were extremely deep.
Zhang Xukun shook his head:
"It's nothing. Pindao is just talking about the vast majority of people in this world, just like the vast world."
"It seems that you know a lot of things, but you just don't tell me." Zhao Wujiang sighed, helpless. He couldn't force Zhang Xukun to reveal the story, right?
"Senior Brother Lindao knew so many things back then, and he didn't just hide them." Zhang Xukun didn't take it seriously:
"At least we have to get something for Qing Ling and find a stable place so that I can close my eyes, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xukun's heart suddenly thumped, and he screamed in his heart, "Oh no, why did he say Qing Ling the fastest?"
"Qing Ling?" Zhao Wujiang looked sideways, why did he feel that these two words seemed to appear in which scene in his memory?
"Ahem... I want to use the Sanqing Bell to perform one last ritual and pray for myself to have a rest." Zhang Xukun said quickly.
Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly and felt a tiger sniffing the rose. No woman could escape the search of his memory.
His eyes lit up slightly:
"Wei Qingling?
Di Zong Wei Qingling went to Lanruo Temple with Miaozhen.
A member of your local sect, your disciple? "
"No." Zhang Xukun denied it flatly. He felt nervous about a melon that he had raised for many years being discovered by the hateful Yu. He pretended to be calm and said:
"There are many Taoists in the Earth Sect, and the poor Taoist is already very old. How can he have time to recruit disciples?"
"Wei Qingling." Zhao Wujiang never believed the old man's words. He looked at the furnishings in the Taoist temple and shouted loudly.
Zhang Xukun jumped up immediately and covered Zhao Wujiang's mouth. He still looked weak at the end of his life.
"Shh..." He looked solemn and said seriously:
"There is a statue of the Taoist Heavenly King enshrined in the Taoist temple. Do not speak loudly."
"Huh?" Behind the alchemy furnace, a head poked out, with a double-shaped head, a cute look, and wide eyes:
"Why are you shouting so loudly?"
Zhang Xukun's face was expressionless, his lips were trembling, and he was helpless for a moment. He sat back on the futon slumpedly, glanced at Zhao Wujiang, and didn't know what to say. He felt helpless, speechless, and extremely worried.
"It's you..." Zhao Wujiang sighed twice, and Zhang Xukun's hand covering his mouth was filled with soot from the alchemy furnace.
Wei Qingling jumped out directly from behind the alchemy furnace, as if there was another space behind the alchemy furnace.
She took off the mahogany sword and poked Zhao Wujiang:
"Your skin is not as good-looking as before. Why don't you come back?"
Zhao Wujiang was about to answer when Zhang Xukun coughed twice, with a solemn and serious look on his face:
"Pindao feels that with the changes in the world, if the Daqian Dynasty wants to meet and discuss the matter in detail, it must respond immediately.
Now, you are the best choice. As the Qizhu Prince of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, you are extremely respected.
Without further ado, Pindao suggests setting off immediately!
Qingling, go to the emperor quickly and get an imperial edict saying that the envoy from Dazhou to Daqian will be King Yin.
quick! "
Zhang Xukun quickly ordered his disciple again.
"Huh?" Wei Qingling and Zhao Wujiang exclaimed at the same time, both confused.
"I just came back." Zhao Wujiang glanced at Zhang Xukun suspiciously, as if he noticed something.
"I just came out..." Wei Qingling pouted.
"Ahem..." Zhang Xukun looked serious:
"Procrastination is never a good thing. You must do things vigorously and resolutely. Don't delay. Go quickly, Qingling."
"oh..."
"oh......"
Wei Qingling's face was full of reluctance, she drawled a long voice, pursed her lips at the master, stepped on the mahogany sword, and flew away.
"You..." Zhao Wujiang glanced at Wei Qingling's retreating back and approached Zhang Xukun:
"Are you guarding me?
Um? "
