Chapter 30 Gu Bu
The disciples of Xinyizong, who were waiting restlessly outside the Dange, only felt a flower in front of their eyes. After a few breaths, the leader roared and rushed out. For the first time, they were stunned when they saw such a crazy appearance of this gentle and elegant leader.
Zhang Zhenling looked anxiously, and his consciousness continued to spread and search, covering the whole valley. Gu Bu, the head of Jinyutang, noticed this vast consciousness, laughed, and said to the magnificent hill-like disciples around him: "The real spirit child is so angry that he can't hide his strength at all. He is not afraid of the old man who is good at insects. The head found it."
The iron man felt the sweep of the overwhelming consciousness and was silent.
"Your child, study hard! This is the difference between the practitioners of the upper three realms and the practitioners of the lower four realms. The old fat man who is good at insects and the fake turtles of the Tuxin Sect are completely fooling on the peak of Yao Wangfeng. This is the strength of the practitioners in the upper four realms!" Gu Bu slapped the iron man on the back of the head and cursed.
The dull man said in a stunned way, "Yes."
Gu Bu sighed and scolded, "Why are there so few words from his mother?"
In the valley, in a secret place, such as the dark night, a purple-haired middle-aged man sat quietly on his knees on the ground, falling into the pink Xinyi petals piled up on the ground, with his palms on his knees and palms facing up, as silent as a dead man.
The huge divine consciousness swept through the valley and swept through the valley like a strong wind. It did not let go of any place. During the turning of the divine consciousness, the aura of heaven and earth were turbulent, as if there would be thunder rolling down at any time. The divine consciousness swept through the purple-haired middle-aged man, but Zhang Zhenling found any abnormality.
The purple-haired man died like a dead wood and rotten branch. Several small insects crawled out of the grass and saw the object in front of him for a long time. He happily drilled into it and really regarded him as a rotten leaf.
Zhang Zhenling was full of divine knowledge and searched in the valley for one night without interruption. It was not until the sky was clear that he sighed and ordered to the several elders who had already arrived around him: "Although the people came are powerful, he can't break the sect array. He must still be somewhere in the valley. You strengthen the guards and protect your disciples. All."
As soon as he finished speaking, he found that it was a little inappropriate and added: "I would also trouble you to take care of the elders when visiting..."
"... By the way, Qingyao's sister stayed..."
Several elders retreated and hurried back to the halls to tell their disciples to be careful. A middle-aged beautiful woman stayed. She combed a snake bun and wore a Sulan Liuyun long skirt. Yingying stepped forward and bowed slightly and said, "What's the matter, brother?"
"... Take me to Neigu and invite Uncle Huangqi out of the mountain..."
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At the moment when Zhang Zhenling stopped searching for his divine consciousness, the purple-haired man in the secret valley suddenly opened his eyes, sweated coldly, and soaked the Taoist robe. The little insect that had clung to it noticed the strangeness and fled.
The man cursed twice in his mouth and wiped his face casually. His face gradually faded like ink. A dark face appeared. It was a painting halberd. He got up and took off his robe
"Gaga, Zhang Zhenling is so strong. Fortunately, he didn't enter the valley and was almost exposed."
The halberd could only nod silently. The strange man used the secret method of the golden needle to control his body to break the Dange array outside the Xinyi Daozong, and then lurked in it, waiting for Zhang Zhenling and the purple flame elder to open the third floor of the Dange, and then took the opportunity to go up. During the fight, when the method treasure Xinyihua attacked and blocked the sight, he secretly dropped the purple flame elder. Throw it into the bud, and finally steal the cloud box using the wooden thunder shield method to break the green light god mask and escape, hiding his body here and avoiding the sweep of divine consciousness.
It is difficult for others to know the danger.
He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go to his residence. In the sea of Xinyi flowers and trees, a man came from the south, his strong body was hidden in the night, the golden light appeared all over his body, and his thick legs stepped into the ground with thick petals creaking.
"Please come with me." A strong man cherishes his words like gold.
The painting was frustled, and Fang wanted to ask questions, but the strange man's words sounded in his ear.
"Gu Bu won't do anything to you."
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Xinyi Daozong is in a mess at this moment. Zhang Dazhang sat on the hall, standing behind him an old man. The old man was dressed in ordinary coarse cloth and pinned the medicine at his waist. His thin face was full of wrinkles like ditches and ruts. A pair of big hands were very rough, just like a medicine farmers everywhere.
"Told to the head that the disciples of the sect's Ning Shenjing have been assembled, and the elder Chengyi organized the disciples of Ning Shenjing to form a medicine king array to protect them." A young Taoist in the hall came forward.
Zhang Zhenling nodded, and then turned to look at the old medicine farmer behind him. His eyes were full of questioning. The other party whispered, "Listen to Zhang Zhang."
Qingyao Taoist aunt slowly stepped forward and said respectfully, "Brother, my uncle is willing to come out to help, but I completely trust you. Everything else is up to you."
Zhang Zhenling nodded with a complicated look and said, "The disciples of Xinyi Daozong took the order and went to the Xiangfu Courtyard with me!"
"Yes!"
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Twelve people from Xin Yizong came to the Xiangfuyuan in the south of the valley. In addition to the old people with unknown strength, and Zhang Zhangjiao in the later period of the heavenly realm, a total of ten spiritual practitioners hung their treasures hanging beside an exquisite courtyard.
An old medicine farmer slowly paced from a distance, and stepped on the pink flower road with several patches of coarse cloth shoes, which was extremely down-to-earth - the seemingly slow speed was not slower than that of a group of people.
"Taoist friends with hanging pot, please come out and talk about it!" Zhang Zhenling stepped on a huge Xinyi flower and said loudly
He did not respond for a long time. He bowed his head and looked down at the quiet and ordinary courtyard. His divine consciousness went in, but found that there was no one. The old man looked at him and nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "Head, please let the old farmer go first to have a look."
"Uncle, please."
The old farmer said 'yes', walked slowly into the house, with his right back behind him, and walked forward. With a creaking left hand, he pushed open the red door and walked in.
With a scented kung fu, the old farmer came out of the yard and spread his hands and said, "There is nothing in it."
At this time, two tall figures came over in the depths of the dense forest. One of them was dressed in colorful clothes, gold and silver jewelry, and hummed a small song. It was the iron man of Jinyutang and the head Gu Bu. The head of this land rich man took this dull disciple wherever he went.
"...All kinds of letters also sing, listen to me sing 18 · touch..."
In the surprised eyes of everyone, Gu Bu hummed a low-class song and walked to the yard. Seeing the elites of Xinyi Daozong gathered together, he shouted and said in his voice, "True spirit brother, what are you doing?"
Zhang Zhenling's face turned slightly ugly, and he said patiently, "Master Gu, uncle has something to do with Taoist friends..."
Gu Bu interrupted him and said excitedly, "Is Uncle Huangqi also here?"
The old medicine farmer coughed gently twice, with wrinkles on his face, and said, "Nephew."
The five-three thick-headed man suddenly became excited and pulled the old farmer to keep greeting. The old farmer looked at him kindly and said, "I haven't met your master for more than a hundred years. Anyway, he came out of the inner valley. I will go to Jinyutang another day to stay for a few days, but there is still something to do now."
Gu Bu nodded regret and said in a rough voice, "Listen to your uncle!" The old farmer laughed.
At this time, Zhang Zhangjiao dropped the magic weapon, stood in the courtyard, arched his hand and asked, "What's the matter with Gu Zhangmen?" The elders in the door should have informed me that something big has happened, so please be sure to stay in another courtyard.
Gu Bu patted his head and said, "I'm here for this. Originally, I wanted to ask the child of Jianshuizong to ask what had happened, but the turtle baby ignored me, and then went to Yunbo Mountain, who lived in the eight-corner courtyard in the north. The old Taoist priest of Yunyu's gate talked around for a long time, and only to know that he was also bullshit. I don't know. As soon as I thought about it, I directly asked your child. When I arrived at the hall, your disciple said that you were here again. Damn it, I was so anxious.
When the old farmer heard it, he laughed dumbly. He didn't know how to break the branch from there, gently knocked on Gu Bu's big bald head, and laughed and scolded, "Speak cleanly!"
The bald man was knocked like this, and the kitten calmed down, with a meek expression on his fleshy face.
At this time, the old farmer saw a strong young man behind him, with short hair, tiger eyes staring slightly, and not angry. The old farmer praised: "Is this your apprentice? Good qualification."
Gu Bu nodded and said, "It's already the beginning of the spiritual world, but people are a little stared, and the three poles can't hit a fart." With that, he stared at the iron man with wide eyes and scolded, "Why don't you call your master!"
The iron man held his fist, clean and neat: "Master!"
The old farmer laughed and said, "Good boy, good boy."
"There is something wrong with the clan. Let's go back to the other hospital first. The old man will come to you later."
Gu Bu shook his head and said, "...I'm here to find the hanging pot brothers..."