Although she has seen this kind of swordsmanship many times, the feeling before entering the Tao is completely different from watching it after entering the Tao.
The stronger she became, the deeper she felt about that extraordinary rhythm.
Fire burns the city, and the Heavenly Phoenix is reborn!
The ancient soul seemed to be in flames, passing through the dark yellow of heaven and earth, the light of the sun and the moon, and came to this era with its ancient long-cherished wish.
This is no longer a swordsmanship, but an epic!
Undoubtedly, this is not a sword that a mortal can wield.
This was also the reason why she had felt that General Yingtian was not worthy of Zhang Huanger.
But now, this idea has naturally been overturned.
Zhang Huanger was not affected by the arrival of Han Jinyue. Her sword dance at this moment was not a performance, but just a daily practice. She had been doing it rain or shine for many years.
Originally, for Taoists, cultivation was a relatively private matter, but Zhang Huang'er didn't mind anyone watching and learning.
Of course, there are no outsiders watching, they are all our own people.
Let's just say that among the people in the open space right now, a few of them were Zhang Huang'er's maids, and the remaining few were once maids, but they later entered the Tao and became officers under Zhang Huang'er.
Before Han Jinyue entered Taoism, she was among the maids observing.
And this kind of observation is indeed beneficial to entering the Tao.
There are many ways to practice before entering Taoism. The one Han Jinyue chose was the method of entering the image.
She had a fairy spirit before, but it was not her own temperament, but something she got from imitating Zhang Huang'er.
If you have never seen Zhang Huanger, you will definitely feel that he is decent when you see this kind of temperament, but if you have seen him, you will definitely feel that this is a tiger rather than a dog.
As for now, after she entered Taoism, she was no longer so immortal. Instead, she was herself. But compared to the older sister she once was, she had a colder and arrogant look on her.
Such a temperament is naturally not bad, especially in her own company. She can clearly sense that some of the "seniors" in the company originally looked down upon her, but now they no longer dare to underestimate her. .
But she also knows that everything depends on comparison. If she compares with Zhang Huanger, she is still far behind.
There is still a gap between a young lady and a maid.
However, she didn't have any complaints about this. She was not as good as others. Even if she was inferior to others, she had nothing to complain about.
Therefore, she quietly approached the crowd gathered on the other side.
In the crowd, there were some sisters who were relatively close to each other. When they saw her coming, they smiled and nodded towards her. There were also some people who were so fascinated that they didn't notice her arrival.
Only this time, there was one person among the people who smiled at her, which suddenly surprised her.
The girl's name is Zhao Xiang. Her origin is probably unknown to everyone here except Zhang Huang'er. Only Han Jinyue, relying on her understanding of the plot, knows that this girl is the biological sister of General Ying Tian. , the future eldest princess.
As for now, I am afraid no one can imagine that this dark girl will be the eldest princess who will be favored by all kinds of favors throughout her life.
Some time ago, when Zhao Xiang first appeared here, he was not a little dark, but dark and thin.
Indeed, compared to the poor, Zhao Xiang is neither dark nor thin, and even has a little baby fat, but compared with the people in this mansion, he is undoubtedly dark and thin.
And Zhao Xiang's gestures and movements showed nothing like the posture of a young lady.
This situation is undoubtedly confusing. After all, from the fact that Taoist Huang Tian sent him here and asked Zhang Huanger to take care of him, we can know that this person's identity is not simple.
Therefore, in this case, there are many speculations among the servants about the identity of this little nobleman. Some people even doubt whether this is the illegitimate daughter of that adult...
As for now, some time has passed, Zhao Xiang has not only gained some weight, but also become a lot whiter, but compared to the people in front of him, he still looks a bit dark, but the aura in his eyes is much brighter than at the earliest.
It is obviously a change in the living environment that brings about changes in the spiritual world.
Zhao Xiang and Han Jinyue have been no strangers to each other for some time. It can even be said that they are already familiar with each other.
It was not that she had never seen Zhao Xiang's smile before, but she had seen it many times before. But this time, for some reason, this smile suddenly made her feel that the other person's facial features were different from those of Zhao Cheng in reality. They are somewhat similar, like a brother and sister.
On the contrary, the General Yingtian of this world is not like Zhao Xiang.
One is a majestic general, and the other is just a wild girl.
Such an idea is undoubtedly very bizarre.
Han Jinyue reacted after being startled, and began to wonder if she was a little crazy.
It's obviously just the same name. In this world, there are people named Zhao Cheng with a minimum guarantee of tens of thousands. After all, there are too many people, and Zhao is a popular surname.
Not to mention anything else, when I was in college, the security guard at the school was also named Zhao Cheng...
If they had the same name and the same surname, the world would be in chaos.
Although she felt that she was in a daze, the more she looked closely, the more she felt that the two people looked more and more alike.
…
When Han Jinyue left the game, it was still twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and not even a second passed.
She has long been accustomed to the magic of this time pattern.
After returning to reality, she fell asleep without hesitation.
When she woke up, it was 4:30 in the morning. There was no Huangtian Dharma Realm in reality, but she still recited the Huangtian Taoist Sutra silently to refine her Taoism and spirit. It was not until seven o'clock that she ended her practice and got up from bed. .
At this moment, the sun was breaking outside, and when she opened her eyes, she could clearly see the movement of dust in the air.
And more importantly, her heart was filled with a stable and beautiful emotion, and everything seemed to be perfect.
As she breathed, she could clearly feel the pure and strong vitality flowing through her body. This taste was intoxicating.
I went out at 7:30, drove for ten minutes, arrived at my company at 7:40, and then started to deal with various matters.
The transformation of her mind and body gave her a strong sense of control over everything, and this feeling also made her feel comfortable.
At 4:30 in the afternoon, she drove out of the company on time. In fact, she now only needs a short time to complete her work every day, and she spends more time reading.
She was running like lightning on the street. At this point, the sky was very blue, and the clouds in the sky were white and large. Such a sky even looked like a fairy tale at first glance.
Passing by an intersection, while she was waiting for the traffic light, she suddenly saw Zhao Cheng in a coffee shop on the corner of the street. Immediately, Zhao Xiang's features appeared in her heart.
She shook her head, and she couldn't help but begin to wonder if there was something wrong with her practice.
Then, she discovered that there was a girl sitting opposite Zhao Cheng.
The girl looked towards her and pointed over, as if pointing.
This made her subconsciously frown and feel a little uncomfortable, but then she realized that she was overly possessive again.
One benefit after entering the Tao is that you have a more accurate grasp of your various thoughts.
So, when the red light ended, she stepped on the accelerator, and the car shot out like a red lightning bolt.
"Zhao Cheng, what a luxury car!"
“I didn’t expect that in your place, there are rich women who hide their secrets!”
Opposite Zhao Cheng, Wang Yun, who came to travel during the holidays, pointed to the red sports car going away and exclaimed.
The Zhao Cheng in this world is the imprint of Zhao Cheng. The legendary immortal Buddha has various incarnations, such as the Ying body and the Sambhogakaya... Zhao Cheng also has a little imprint, which is one body.
And his mark on this matter is the self in this world, or in other words, the cohesion and manifestation of himself before time travel.
This body's journey through the world also has its own mysteries. If it can be perfected, it will also be a great achievement.
After all, this body is related to his origin and his original appearance.
As for Wang Yun, she said she came here for a trip, but in fact, it was because Zhao Cheng suddenly resigned. She suspected that Zhao Cheng was stimulated, so she came over to check on her and wanted to confirm the mental state of her good friend.
Wang Yun took the bus in the morning and arrived in the afternoon. Zhao Cheng went to pick her up in person.
As for this coffee shop, Wang Yun chose it. It was a well-known chain brand. Wang Yun knew that Zhao Cheng was not good at this. If Zhao Cheng chose it, it would most likely be a disaster.
"She is indeed a rich woman!"
Hearing this, Zhao Cheng nodded sincerely.
"Then why don't you go quickly? Isn't this your dream all along? Find a rich woman and let her see clearly the fragile heart beneath your strong appearance."
Wang Yun was joking.
"You talk nonsense, you have to have backbone as a person. Do I look like someone with a bad stomach when I'm so strong-willed?!"
Zhao Cheng said seriously.
"You misunderstood. In fact, I don't like rich women. I just like older ones and their maturity."
"Pfft..."
Wang Yun was amused. She looked carefully and felt that she had thought too much before. Zhao Cheng had not changed much and was still the same person before.
Not long ago, when she first arrived at the station, she thought she had recognized the wrong person.
"By the way, you have resigned now, what are your plans in the future?!"
Wang Yun asked.
"I plan to lie down completely and complete an idea I had a long time ago."
Zhao Cheng said.
"what idea?"
"Do you know Hayao Miyazaki's Summer?"
"I plan to follow my example, farm the land in my hometown, work in the morning, drink tea and sleep in the wind at noon, and walk in the countryside in the afternoon. This will save me 40 years of detours and lead a retirement life in advance."
Zhao Cheng said proudly, the so-called wish fulfillment is nothing more than this. This was indeed his original wish, but it was just not realized.
"So, you don't plan to be a saint anymore?!"
Wang Yun smiled and mentioned an old incident.
Once, several colleagues in the company got together, and everyone talked about their ideals. Zhao Cheng had just graduated at the time, and his second-year soul was not dead yet. He directly vowed that his ideal was to become a saint.
"Of course not, I plan to be the Holy Emperor!"
Zhao Cheng said seriously.
The more serious Zhao Cheng was, the more Wang Yun felt that Zhao Cheng was joking.
After all, in this era, how could there be a Holy Emperor.
"So, Zhao Shenghuang, outside the window, is it the country you conquered..."
"Hey, wait a minute, the rich woman and the luxury car are back."
"Hey! She is actually a very beautiful rich woman, Zhao Shenghuang, this is not a loss!"
Halfway through Wang Yun's words, the conversation suddenly changed. Her temperament was very out-of-the-box. This was probably the reason why she and Zhao Cheng could play together. Like attracts like.
"Wow! It's coming, it's getting closer. Instead of going far away, it's getting closer to us. Emperor Zhao Sheng, now is your performance time."
As soon as he spoke, the red sports car stopped in a parking space on the side of the road, and then a tall beauty with long legs and a high ponytail stepped out of the car. With that momentum, many people were so handsome. , all looked sideways.
I wrote a little more, so it’s late.
(End of chapter)
