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The capital of Nanlin Road is Jinhuai Fucheng.

Since the defeat of Mozhou Road, this city has become much more lively than before. Caravans traveling from south to north are concentrated here, and then they either go to the port of Shang'an Prefecture to go to sea, or go north. .

The most famous place in this city is Jinhuai Lake, which occupies one-third of the urban area. Countless humanities and scholars have left popular poems here. Among them, the most famous ones on the lake are the three flower boats, all of which are famous for their beauty. The concentration on these three ships has attracted the yearning of countless people in the world.

Wang Ping returned to Nanlin Road and did not rush back to Qianmuguan. Instead, he came to Jinhuai Fucheng first. He was standing on the edge of Jinhuai Lake, looking at the literati and elegant guests drinking and having fun in the center of the lake, as well as the people on the boats. A woman with dancing head.

This kind of life seems so straightforward and beautiful, but there are cautious boatmen on the boat. Those dancing women look beautiful, but in the world of inspiration, their spirits are always in a negative state.

On the shore, there are also vendors shouting loudly. They nod and bow to every pedestrian who passes by. Their spirits are always highly saturated, and it seems that they will collapse in the next moment.

The inspired lines they formed converged into a world that looked like puppets, which was chilling.

"Why do you have to worry about these people?" Yu Lian said.

"You are right, people who are born in this world should not worry about people who are in this world." Wang Ping turned around and saw two graceful men on the bridge in the distance, holding long swords and fighting. When he came back, the crowd of people around him were cheering.

The mood of these people is positive again. Among them are vendors, street gangsters and literati.

The two men were performing arts, and the seemingly thrilling duel was just a move that had been rehearsed in advance. The stall owner was very good at it. The men who were competing were all top-notch in appearance and figure, and the moves in the duel were also very good. Most of them are as graceful as dancing.

Wang Ping looked at it for a while and then walked towards the Daozang Hall in the city.

The internal layout of the Daozang Hall in Jinhuai Fucheng and the Daozang Hall in Changwen Fucheng are almost identical, with a hall, attic, inner courtyard and a small courtyard in the backyard for offices.

Wang Ping came here to apply for the dojo in Baishui Lake, Wudaofu. After clarifying his intention, he was led to the office in the backyard by a Qi practitioner.

It is a small courtyard similar to that of Taoist Wenyang, but the Qi practitioners here are not as cautious as Changwen Mansion.

The door of the main room opened, and Wang Ping saw an old man wearing a blue robe. His hair and beard were all white, and there were ridges and wrinkles on his face. This kind of appearance was very uncommon among monks who entered the country, because This kind of people are either nearing the end of their lifespan or building their foundation too late.

The man in front of him does not seem to have reached the end of his life. He still has the wood spirit that Wang Ping is familiar with in his body. Everyone knows that the wood spirit can keep people young forever. In other words, this Taoist has his own evil deeds. taste.

"The poor Daoist Zi Luan is temporarily in charge of the Daozang Hall on Nanlin Road."

The old Taoist introduced himself with an easy-going and humble attitude, which was completely opposite to the indifference of Taoist Xuanhe. He smiled like the grandpa next door. After smiling, he looked at Wang Ping and said, "I once heard my disciple say Pass you."

"I have met Taoist Master Ziluan in Changqing." Wang Ping immediately bowed and then asked, "May I ask who your disciple is?"

"Hong Chen!"

"Oh...it turns out to be Taoist Fellow Hongchen's master. I have met the senior." Wang Ping bowed again.

"You sit first." Zi Luan pointed to the seat on his right, the kind smile on his face never weakened even a little.

Wang Ping sat down as he was told. This place was not like Mozhou Road. Zi Luan was the only one in this courtyard. As soon as he sat down, he heard Zi Luan say: "I already know your purpose of coming. With your achievements on Mozhou Road, , Baishui Lake can indeed be assigned to you as a dojo, but the Five Dao Mansion cannot be handed over to Qianmu Temple... There is also a fellow Taoist who needs to go to Yangshan as a dojo."

"It all depends on the Taoist priest." Wang Ping had no intention of resisting.

"it is good!"

Zi Luan laughed loudly and said, "You may know someone who is your neighbor."

When Wang Ping heard this, he showed a curious expression and subconsciously asked: "Oh? Who is it?"

"Wen Hai, a disciple of Taoist Master Xuanhe!"    "…"

Wang Ping was a little confused when he heard this name, because according to the information he obtained, this person was a foundation-building monk.

Hongluan explained: "Wenhai just entered the country a few days ago, and it would be too realistic to stay at the Daozangdian branch on Mozhou Road. He chose Shangyangshan and used all his money to exchange it. I chose Shangyang Mountain as my dojo."

Wang Ping agreed with this statement on the surface, but various thoughts flashed through his heart.

First of all, the most important issue is that only the fifth seat has the qualifications to choose the dojo. Wen Hai has just entered the country and it is impossible to get the fifth seat. However, Wang Ping will not be stupid enough to ask this kind of question here.

The conversation that followed was just meaningless pleasantries. After less than half a quarter of an hour, Wang Ping found a reason to say goodbye and leave. The subsequent relevant documents will be sent to Qianmu Temple after the Daozang Hall is completed.

Not long after Wang Ping left, Hongchen entered the house. His current condition didn't look very good. The beard on his face had not been trimmed, his hair was tied casually with a thick strip of cloth, and he was still wearing the clothes that only people wearing alone would wear. The loose monk's uniform made him look sloppy.

"Have you thought it through?" Zi Luan asked after his disciple entered the room.

"I have thought about it clearly. As the saying goes, one step is slow and one step is slow. If I continue to practice "Taiyan Talisman" now, I will only ask for trouble. I plan to switch to "Jingmu Technique". Although the upper limit is only three realms, but..."

Hongchen said with a wry smile: "People like us only have the destiny to cultivate to the third level."

"It's enough that you can figure this out. The position of the three realms of wood spirit will be full in less than two hundred years. At that time, all the princes will have some arguments. That is the opportunity I am waiting for. Do you...understand?"

"Yes, I understand that I will do my best to support Master in ascending to the position of Lord." Hong Chen quickly replied.

"Okay, don't provoke Changqing, he is of great use..."

When Hongchen heard this, he looked at Taoist Zi Luan and said, "Master, what are the uses of the flowers growing in the greenhouse?"

Zi Luan was startled, then showed a smile and said: "You are right, but you need to know that some things are two-way. If you can do it, others can also do it. I will avoid suspicion as usual in your confrontation. Can you...understand me?"

"Yes, disciple understands!"

...

Wang Ping returned to the hall of Daozang Hall. He first checked his exchange points and found that there were more than [-] points. Then he asked for a separate room to slowly select the spirit gathering formations sold in Daozang Hall.

After half an hour...

Wang Ping handed back the booklet recording the Spirit Gathering Array. When the Qi Practitioner in charge enthusiastically asked him if he had a favorite Spirit Gathering Array, he shook his head regretfully.

Most of the finished spirit gathering arrays are standard. Wang Ping plans to refine several matching sealing arrays, but they cannot be matched with them. "You still have to refine the spirit gathering arrays by yourself." He sighed and at the same time I asked for the booklet of the spirit-gathering magic circle, and wanted to choose a suitable magic circle and refine it myself.

But I still didn't like it after choosing it.

He had to give up temporarily and planned to ask at the party the next time he went to Sanhe.

After walking out of Daozang Hall, Wang Ping planned to find an inn to rest, when he heard a familiar voice shouting: "Senior Brother!"

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