While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

"The barbecue smells so good."

"Two Taoist friends are destined to meet each other."

"I wonder if Xiaodao can invite you two to have a drink together?"

The handsome young man rose in the air.

He stepped on the dead leaves, and with a few shadowless feet, he flew to Song Zhi and Zhao Muyang from dozens of meters away.

Looking at the young man in white who came uninvited and sat cross-legged on the spot.

Song Zhi didn't move his eyebrows and looked calm.

Zhao Muyang on the side screamed in surprise, easily leaking the details.

"Are you actually a monk too?!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Muyang immediately realized that he had done something stupid.

It's a pity that if we try to make up for it again, we have already lost the opportunity.

When the young man in white heard this, he immediately raised his hands and chuckled, his eyes full of surprise and cunning.

"I really saw it right!"

"You two are indeed of my generation."

"The name of the path is Zheng Xi, and he studied under the Master Baimei of Xianyun Temple."

"I wonder where these two fellow Taoists are from? Can you tell me your names so that we can get to know each other."

Zheng Xi said enthusiastically, glancing at Song Zhi intentionally or unintentionally.

Hearing this, Song Zhi stood still, while Zhao Muyang rolled his eyes and touched his nose with an embarrassed look on his face.

Neither of them answered, but Zheng Xi could tell who among the young men and women was in charge.

He turned his eyes and his smiling expression did not change at all.

Only this time, his target became Song Zhi.

"Fellow Taoist, don't be upset."

"Xiaodao has no ill intentions, it's just the first time he met someone of the same kind, so he got emotional."

"If there is anything inappropriate, please forgive me, fellow Taoist."

"It's really Zheng Xi's fault for interrupting."

"Please consider this pot of fine spiritual wine as my apology gift."

"I hope you two fellow Taoists can accept it."

"Farewell."

*

Song Zhi's indifference and the sudden pressure of the monks made Zheng Xi put away all his little thoughts.

His expression remained unchanged, and a white jade wine bottle appeared out of thin air in his palm.

A fresh and refreshing aroma of mellow wine lingers in the air, tempting people to be greedy.

However, the mortals around who witnessed the appearance of the wine pot knelt down one after another and knelt down to Zheng Xi.

"Fairy!"

"That young master must be an immortal from Xianyun Temple!!"

"What a miracle, I'm successful, I actually saw the magic of immortals!"

……

He looked around at the men, women, and children who were kneeling on their knees with expressions of excitement and joy.

Looking at Zheng Xi, who was secretly proud but pretending to be reserved and calm, Zhao Muyang was speechless.

What!

If you turn into a pot of low-grade spiritual wine, you will become an immortal? ?

Then if he randomly took out two sixth-grade elixirs, wouldn't he become an immortal?

Zhao Muyang is not laughing at the lack of knowledge of mortals.

He simply felt that the familiar Zheng Xi in front of him was a conspicuous person.

It's just a second level of Qi training, relying on storage bags to make things mysterious.

How can this Zheng Xi be so virtuous?

How dare he look down upon his face and accept the honorific title of immortal from a mortal? ?

Where did he get this face? !

Zheng Xi still didn't know that Zhao Muyang was extremely disdainful of him.

Seeing even such a big commotion.

Song Zhi remained silent and refused to even look at him. He was too arrogant.

Zheng Xi's interest in Leng Meiren suddenly dropped.

He still prefers the charming, gentle, and boneless mortal women in the palace.

At least, they know who is the real master of Qiu Yue Kingdom!

*

"Everyone, get up."

"I do come from Xianyun Temple."

"Today, under the orders of the national master, Taoist Baimei, and the monarch, I escort the enchantress of Nanliu Kingdom back to the country to worship the gods."

"We must not let the news leak out, and remember to be careful in what we say and do."

"After tonight, you will pretend that you have never seen me, you know?"

Zheng Xizuo glanced at Song Zhi's face inadvertently.

He put down the wine bottle and stood up gracefully to face the mortals. After finishing his words of kindness and power, he calmly "flyed" back to the carriage.

After carefully counting the monks' aura around the carriage, Zhao Muyang moved his buttocks to get closer to Song Zhi.

He scratched his head in embarrassment and was the first to admit his mistake to Song Zhi and said, "Oh, Zhi Zhi."

"Senior brother is wrong."

"I shouldn't have been talking nonsense just now."

"I was so stupid."

"I was just quick to talk, but I still remembered that we are in the world of cultivation..."

In the Qianhu cultivation world, the scene just now was extremely normal.

But in the mortal world, casually revealing the identity of a monk to strangers is obviously not cautious enough.

Zhao Muyang lowered his head and reflected deeply on himself.

He felt that since he met Song Zhi, he was often protected by Song Zhi.

He lost his former caution.

As a monk, he shouldn't be like this.

*

The moment Zhao Muyang sincerely admitted his mistake, he suddenly felt his mood move slightly.

His spiritual power barrier, which had not changed for a long time, actually cracked a gap, as if advancing to the sixth level of foundation building was not his delusion.

"Master, junior sister!!"

"I seem to be about to be promoted!"

Zhao Muyang suddenly raised his head.

He pulled Song Zhi's arm with a look of surprise on his face, his eyes shining like stars.

Song Zhi turned to look at him calmly, his expression as calm as ever.

"Well, I see it."

"Senior brother's state of mind has improved, and his understanding of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has naturally reached a higher level."

"It's only a matter of time before the barrier is broken and advanced to the sixth level."

"Senior brother, just keep a normal mind."

"The chicken is roasted, senior brother, let's eat it first."

Song Zhi replied calmly.

She kept moving with her hands, holding the branches and turning them evenly to roast the plump pheasant.

After confirming that the pheasant was cooked, she handed it to Zhao Muyang.

She is already a golden elixir cultivator, and she really has no appetite for this kind of mortal chicken, so she can only take advantage of Zhao Muyang, who is in the foundation building stage.

But he didn't expect that Zhao Muyang would mistakenly think that Song Zhi was caring about him.

This move can really impress the puppy.

Zhao Muyang held the hot pheasant in his hands, and he burst into tears with one mouthful of chicken.

In the end, he opened his mouth alone and finished the five chickens and three rabbits that Song Zhi had hunted.

Song Zhi: "..."

It's true.

Crying is really crying.

It’s really delicious to eat!

*

"Junior sister, that Zheng Xi has left."

"Should we catch up and see what happens?"

The next morning.

Zhao Muyang, who had eaten well and slept soundly, stretched and asked, nodding his chin at the rosewood carriage entering the city.

Song Zhi came to find the reincarnation of Lu Lu, but Zhao Muyang seemed more like he came to play in the mortal world.

Meeting his interested eyes, Song Zhi nodded slightly.

To be honest, she was also very curious.

A small mortal country with thin spiritual energy and almost no spiritual energy.

How could the Xianyun concept be derived, which is on an equal footing with the imperial power?

Where does the extra spiritual energy come from that can support several qi-training monks at the same time?

Something is obviously wrong.

The mysterious feeling that guided the direction was broken after Zheng Xi appeared.

Thinking about it, she would need to get useful clues from Zheng Xi or the Xianyun Temple behind Zheng Xi on the next journey.

"Senior brother."

"Let's catch up."

"The so-called witch who was bound and imprisoned in the carriage."

"It's a scam!"

I thought of the little girl who was trapped in a carriage without saying a word, without eating or drinking.

Song Zhifu reached his heart and suddenly thought of something.