Cultivation of immortals begins with the appearance of ancestors

Chapter 262 Pointing, breaking the army

That is Song Yingzhen.

The concubine of Dingyuanhou's mansion is also the concubine younger brother of the current Dingyuanhou.

Zhang Jian's yangshen consciousness is extremely keen, and he has already seen that there are stars in Song Yingzhen's palace.

That is the broken army star among the three evil stars.

The bird's wing hole seems to have played a role.

A group of people were flushed from eating, but it was extremely enjoyable, and Wang Xiao was even more addicted, clamoring to learn this dish and take it home to enjoy alone.

Many scholars are still unsatisfied.

Zhang Jian had already asked the back kitchen to prepare a few seasoning packets for everyone to take home, especially the few poor scholars. Zhang Jian then asked Zhang Fu to prepare a portion of mutton for them to take home.

In the end Zhang Jian still kept Song Yingzhen.

In front of Danong Temple, the cold moon is like a hook.

The two master and apprentice stood under the eaves and watched the crowd leave, Zhang Jian looked at Song Yingzhen and asked.

"Yingzhen, have you embarked on the road of cultivation recently?!"

Hearing this, Song Yingzhen looked a little surprised.

"The teacher is also a cultivator?"

Zhang Jian nodded and said: "It's not surprising, there are many strange people in the court!"

Zhang Jian raised one hand, a little red light flowed deep in the palm, and the heavenly pure fire emerged, and the flame turned into a fire bird in Zhang Jian's hand and soared into the air in an instant.

Although the fire bird is small, its whole body exudes an extremely dangerous light, and there are countless layers of dao patterns faintly emerging inside, which is Zhang Jian's intentional display of its essence.

Song Yingzhen just glanced at it and suddenly felt chills in his heart.

"Teacher's accomplishments in one practice are not low, and will not be weaker than Master..."

Such a thought could not help flashing through his mind.

After a little hesitation, Song Yingzhen said, "To tell you the truth, Teacher, Yingzhen had the opportunity to set foot on the road of cultivating immortals some time ago, and his concealment method was clumsy, which made the teacher laugh!"

Song Yingzhen didn't mention his apprenticeship, not because he couldn't believe it, but because he promised his master not to reveal his identity.

Zhang Jian's eyes fell on Song Yingzhen, and he noticed that all kinds of magic power in Song Yingzhen's body revealed a heavy and complete flavor, which was obviously not something that ordinary inheritance could possess.

Presumably, it was a coincidence that he joined a certain orthodoxy, just like him back then, and it should be still in the probationary period now.

Zhang Jian didn't care too much, he just casually mentioned one or two key points that he needs to pay attention to in the stage of Qi training and mental cultivation, but it also made Song Ying really grateful.

Zhang Jian said again.

"Do you know the theory of fate?"

Song Yingzhen nodded and said: "I have met a senior, and I heard him mention that in the stage of spiritual cultivation, you need to awaken your mind, survey and map your own life palace, and integrate your life style to build a foundation and cultivate mana!"

Zhang Jian was also delighted to see Lie, said.

"Most of the fates in the Palace of Life are blank, but there are also a small number of people who are lucky enough to awaken some special fates before foundation establishment!"

"Your luck is very good, your fate is very special, but if it is exposed, it will not be a good thing for you!"

Hearing this, Song Yingzhen was startled.

"Teacher, you said I have a special fate?"

Zhang Jian nodded slightly.

"Yes, but you don't need to worry too much now, you are just practicing now, no one will notice you!"

Song Yingzhen was a little uneasy. He was born in Dingyuanhou's Mansion. He had experienced being targeted and persecuted, and he was instinctively wary of these things.

Immediately, he hurriedly said: "Teacher, is there a way to cover it up?"

Zhang Jian glanced at Song Yingzhen, and said with a smile: "Although it is not easy to cover up fate, it is not difficult for me!"

Song Yingzhen hastily cupped his hands.

"Also ask the teacher to help me bestow the magic method to help my disciples avoid disasters!"

Zhang Jian glanced at Song Yingzhen, Song Yingzhen was quite clever.

If he is stupid, Zhang Jian can only try to help him after he goes out of customs and suffers.

Zhang Jian raised a hand, and a golden lotus emerged from the depth of his palm, and the golden light of seven colors flowed on the golden lotus.

Golden lotus hidden breath method.

At this time, the seven-color golden lotus instantly turned into a seven-color talisman, which was submerged in Song Yingzhenming Palace.

Song Yingzhen closed his eyes. At this moment, he could feel the connection between the colorful talisman and himself, and he seemed to be able to control it to open and close the petals in a single thought.

Very simple and practical.

"Thank you teacher!"

Song Yingzhen bowed respectfully.

Zhang Jian nodded, and immediately gave him one or two pointers, telling him to leave.

After Song Yingzhen left, he couldn't sleep that night. In the early morning of the next day, he left the city of Haojing and entered a dilapidated temple in the suburbs.

At this time Zhang Jian was also outside the city, and he followed Song Yingzhen all the way to here.

Song Yingzhen was smart, hardworking, and he had a lot of luck. Naturally, Zhang Jian didn't want this clever disciple to go astray, but he wanted to see who cut off his disciple.

In his huge Yangshen consciousness, he saw another female cultivator dressed like snow sitting cross-legged in the collapsed Judge Temple, healing her wounds.

After Song Yingzhen entered, he repeatedly said "Master".

Then, like pouring beans, he recounted all the words he had with Zhang Jian in Danong Temple last night.

Looking at this scene with his spiritual sense, Zhang Jian sighed suddenly.

It is indeed an advantage for female nuns to accept disciples.

It seems to be born with a harmless aura, and it is easy to be trusted with a little performance.

Between him and this woman, Song Yingzhen obviously trusted this female cultivator more, with a small mouth, Barabara, who had almost sold him out.

"Fate?"

I saw this female cultivator dressed in white and with a jade face like a lotus raised her eyebrows slightly, she slowly raised a slender hand, signaling Song Yingzhen to step forward, and touched Song Yingzhen's eyebrows to the Palace of Fate.

There was a sharp sword aura circulating around her, and the sword aura turned into mana and merged into Song Yingzhen's Fate Palace, but in an instant, her eyes opened with a hint of doubt.

"no!"

"Master, don't you have any?"

Song Yingzhen's expression changed, but seeing the female cultivator in white thinking for a while, she said again.

"You try to communicate with the talisman in your body with your thoughts, and try to let go of your destiny!"

Song Yingzhen hurriedly followed suit, and the female cultivator in white cast the spell again. Under her magical method, she saw a blazing starlight blooming from the depths of Song Yingzhen's brows, and a strong and frightening starlight condensed on the starlight. A special mark appeared.

"Army Breaker!"

Seeing this astrology, the female cultivator in white couldn't help but change her face.

She looked at the disciple who had accidentally accepted in front of her in surprise.

The other party strayed into this place to help her, and lured away an old enemy of hers. Out of some kind of resignation, she temporarily taught Song Yingzhen a method of building a foundation.

At this time, the female cultivator in white's face changed a little, and said again.

"It seems that your teacher's morality is extraordinary, and this technique of concealing his fate is so wonderful!"

Song Yingzhen couldn't help asking. "Master, how is it compared to you?"

Hearing this, the nun in white reprimanded softly, "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask!"

(End of this chapter)