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When Ji Yuan spread out his Four Treasures of the Study to brush ink for the small characters, Zhu Yan, who had left the small courtyard where Ji Yuan was located, hurried to the front yard of the mansion, and sent a voice transmission to the old monk surnamed Tang.

The latter was talking and laughing with Liping in the main living room of the front yard, and the old immortal master was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Zhu Daoyou, who was still excited before, would go back soon, and he was in such a hurry.

"Uh, Immortal Tang, what happened?"

Liping saw that the old fairy beside him was stunned for a moment, so he asked a question with concern, and the latter looked at Li Ping and smiled.

"It's nothing, Fellow Daoist Zhu seems to have suddenly realized that he wants to go back to meditate for a while, so he won't be attending today's dinner. Let me apologize to Master Li on his behalf."

"Oh, no need, of course it's the matter of Immortal Zhu that matters. I'll just have a special banquet for Immortal Zhu some other day. Immortal, let's continue talking about Feng'er."

"Well, not bad, let's continue, Feng'er has outstanding talent, she is indeed a good seed..."

...

On this side, Zhu Yan was escorted out of Liping's mansion by the mansion gatekeeper, then quickly walked into the street, and returned to the Immortal Master's Mansion where he temporarily stayed. Some means of reinforcement.

Zhu Yan walked in a hurry, and the servants of the Immortal Mansion saluted him when they saw him coming back from outside.

"Immortal Zhu!" "I have met Immortal Zhu!"

"Um!"

Zhu Yan just nodded lightly through his nostrils, and returned to his closed room without stopping, closed the door after entering, and immediately imposed multiple restrictions, and finally couldn't collapse.

"puff……"

A large amount of blood exploded on Zhu Yan's neck, and his chest was even more blood-stained. The red spots on his body that had subsided immediately reappeared, and most places even showed bursts of scorched brown marks.

"Zizizi...Zizi..."

Bursts of smoke rose from Zhu Yan's body, and there was a faint reddish gray in it, as if the real fire of Samadhi was still burning, and the pain became stronger.

But Zhu Yan was expressionless at the moment, stretched out one hand to grab his own neck, and the other hand actually grabbed his chest directly, pinching his heart, his whole body was full of demonic energy, suppressing the remaining with powerful demonic techniques Sword intent in two wounds.

It took only a moment for Zhu Yan to temporarily suppress the sword intent, and about twelve hours later, part of the sword intent began to be sealed, and the wound in the heart finally began to heal instead of being healed forcefully by relying on muscles, and the same was true for the broken neck , The bloodstains began to dissipate slowly bit by bit.

At this moment, there was still a large amount of blood floating in the room, all of which flew back to Zhu Yan automatically during the process of Zhu Yan's wound healing, and not much was lost.

However, this is not completely dispelling the sword intent. It is like a chronic disease. It seems to heal quickly after being heavily prescribed, but the root cause of the disease needs to be rectified slowly. The burns on Zhu Yan's body are even more difficult to deal with. Resume the tug of war.

Zhu Yan's epidermis often seems to heal a large area by itself, but a certain burn will always spread on its own, and soon it will turn red and scorched again, and it will also burn Zhu Yan's mana, although for Zhu Yan It's not an unbearable fatal injury, but it feels very bad, especially the pain, which is simply piercing.

"Hmph, this is Ji Yuan's Samadhi True Fire, which is more difficult than imagined!"

With a cold whisper, Zhu Yan stretched out his hand and clawed at the most severely burned part of his body.

"Hiss..."

Terrible tearing sound resounded amid the cracking of blood, Zhu Yan actually tore off a piece of his own skin, and then stretched out his hand to several other places.

During this process, new skin and flesh continued to grow. After half a day passed, Zhu Yan had recovered on the surface, but the burning pain was still lingering, although it had subsided a little. Occasionally, there will be a feeling like a knife gouging out the heart and cutting the flesh in the chest and chest.

If you want to be completely agile, the only thing left is to grind slowly, even Zhu Yan can't recover completely in a short time, unless Ji Yuan helps, but this possibility is too small, Zhu Yan himself I don't want to either.

After returning to the Immortal Master's mansion, Zhu Yan didn't leave the house for ten days, and naturally no one in the mansion would bother him, even the monk surnamed Tang didn't ask much when he came back.

It wasn't until ten days later that Zhu Yan finally opened the door and came out. At this time, he was confident that even if Ji Yuan met him face to face, he might not be able to see that his injuries were not healed.

...

In the Li Mansion, Liping was sitting in the living room with an old man surnamed Tang who was visiting again, while Li Feng was being brought into the living room by the steward in the corridor outside.

Entering the hall, Li Feng frowned when he saw his father sitting with the elder, but he still obediently stepped forward to salute.

"Li Feng pays his respects to his father and the immortal elder."

"You don't need to be too polite! Come here for the father."

Liping asked his son to encourage him, and then beckoned him to come to his side. After all, Li Feng had a relationship with his father, and he was also a little afraid of his father, so he walked carefully to his side.

"Feng'er, Immortal Tang is here to see you again. Except for the emperor, it is not so easy for ordinary relatives and relatives of the emperor to see Immortal Tang..."

Liping wanted to say something more, but the old man stopped him with a smile, and just took out a small silver talisman from his sleeve and put it on the table.

"Feng'er, you don't need to worry about Master Li's words. Tang is just an ordinary monk, and there is no need to become a teacher because of Master Li's words. As the saying goes, twisted melons are not sweet. Our generation of immortal cultivators pay attention to a fate method. , this is what the old man gave you."

Li Feng curiously reached out to touch the talisman on the table, poked his finger, and immediately there were layers of silver light rippling on the surface of the talisman like water waves.

"Hahahaha... This is a heart-purifying talisman refined by the old man. It can help you calm down and calm down, and it can also have a small effect of exorcising evil spirits. Although it is not a great treasure, it will not be given away easily. Accept it."

Li Feng wanted it but didn't dare to accept it, he seemed very hesitant, the old man laughed again.

"Don't worry, it's not that you have to be a teacher after accepting it, it's just a gift for you when you come to see it."

Li Feng was relieved now, grabbed the talisman in his hand, and thanked the old immortal for practicing.

"Thank you Xianchang, Li Feng likes it very much!"

Liping on the one side just sighed, this Immortal Tang really likes his son, how many people envy this kind of opportunity, it is too late, the royal relatives and relatives want to worship some immortal masters in the court, and there is no way to get in, but this stupid son of himself I don't know the blessing in the blessing.

Old Xianxiu was very patient with Li Feng, he had confidence in his heart that this child would definitely join him.

"Feng'er, can you tell me why you don't want to join this old man?"

"I……"

Li Feng hesitated a bit, he was not stupid, he knew that Mr. Ji might not be very good at accepting him as an apprentice, and he heard from Zuo Daxia that there are countless people in the world who want to worship Mr. Ji, but Mr. Ji It seems that there are no apprentices at all, but this thought has always been there.

Moreover, Mr. Ji warned Li Feng not to practice spiritual techniques until he is physically strong. Maybe when he can get in touch with spiritual techniques, he may be accepted as a disciple by Mr. Ji, and even if Mr. Ji really does not accept apprentices, in comparison , Li Feng also prefers Zuo Wuji.

Seeing Li Feng faltering, Liping on the side actually spoke.

"Hey, this Nizi, recently practiced martial arts with a martial artist who came with him every day. I think he is fascinated by martial arts."

"Martial arts?"

The old man surnamed Tang was slightly taken aback, then laughed.

"Feng'er, martial arts are trivial arts, not to mention they can't be used, and they can't transcend life, old age, sickness and death. They are really not comparable to the practice of immortality."

Hearing these words, Li Feng frowned, it was different from what Mr. Ji said, and also very different from Zuo Hero's lofty aspirations and high spirits, and Li Feng was obviously more willing to believe in Ji Yuan and Zuo Wuji.

"Is it the fairy head? But now there are Confucian temples and martial arts temples being built everywhere. Is martial arts really useless?"

What Li Feng asked was about martial arts, which is also what Ji Yuan and Zuo Wuji often said, but of course the old Xianxiu didn't think that a child knew what "Tao" was, so he shook his head slightly and said without changing his smile.

"Martial arts are really difficult to achieve in the hall of elegance, but now they are building martial arts temples everywhere, but that is just to stabilize the luck of Xia Yongchao. Of course, there are some people in this world whose martial arts are astonishingly high, but that kind of people are too Little, it won't play a decisive role, and even the old man thinks that they are no longer mortal figures, and should not be confused with mortal tricks."

Li Feng felt that what the old immortal master said behind was unreasonable, because some warriors are too strong, so they are not martial arts practitioners?

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"That's right, Feng'er, how can mortal martial arts be comparable to immortal methods? Your martial artist sent him away to reform his father, and he himself just went back and forth with some basic moves. Teaching you martial arts is just for money. "

The steward who had been standing at the door opened his mouth now, wanting to say something to his master, but he still didn't open his mouth after thinking of the instructions he received when he met Ji Yuan before the dinner that day.

And Li Feng couldn't help it anymore, even if Zuo Wuji didn't want him to talk nonsense before, he couldn't bear the Wu Sheng in his heart being slandered by his father like this.

"Father, it's too much for you to say that! What little mundane tricks have been said for hundreds of thousands of years, maybe it was like this before, but it's not necessarily true now, maybe it's like that for others, but what if the person who taught me is called Zuo Wuji? "

For Li Feng's somewhat violent reaction, Li Ping first became angry.

"Feng'er, do you even dare to contradict your father?"

"The child dare not!"

Then Liping came back to it again.

"Zuo Wuji? I seem to have heard of it somewhere..."

The old man surnamed Tang on the side was a little dazed, and asked when he came back to his senses.

"Zuo Wuji? Which Zuo Wuji? But the Martial Saint Zuo Wuji?"

"Exactly."

Li Feng looked at his father and then at the old fairy teacher, and answered affirmatively, which made the old fairy teacher look pensive, and his eyes flickered.

"He's teaching you martial arts? In this mansion?"

"Yes, Zuo Daxia didn't let me say it at first, but Daddy wanted to drive him away, so I said it."

After all, Liping has been an official for many years, and his ability to observe words and demeanor is not a cover-up. Seeing the change in the face of the old immortal master, he immediately understood that this martial saint is definitely not in vain. He said something calmly.

"Even if it is true that the Martial Saint is teaching you martial arts, but compared to immortal arts, martial arts are still ordinary..."

The old fairy raised his hand to stop Liping from continuing.

"Master Li, the honor of the Martial Saint, you should still respect him, but the matter of accepting disciples is not something that can overwhelm the old man."

Saying that, Master Tang stood up.

"Feng'er, the old man will come to see you some other day, Lord Li, the old man has something else to do, so I will take my leave first!"

"Uh, I'll give the fairy master away!"

"No!"

After returning to Liping and Li Feng for a salute, Immortal Tang left the living room under the gift of the two, and left Li Mansion directly without paying a visit to Zuo Wuji.