The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

Wu saw Master Lingli's side, but still tried to persuade him earnestly: "Master, the master ordered this matter to be revenged, you go to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, if there is a commotion, it will not be good.

Lan Yu suddenly stopped in his tracks, his expression fluctuating, and he thought: "Although the old man is dead, he still has many fans in Wu Zong. The Great Elder is his former confidant. death, wouldn’t it be a disaster if they found out?”

Lan Yu felt awe-inspiring, turned around to stare at Wu, and asked, "Where is Tang Zheng?"

"Still in the capital for the time being."

"Immediately, take me to see him immediately." Lan Yu ordered impatiently.

Wu asked anxiously: "Master, could it be that Tang Zheng is your son?"

Lan Yu bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I don't know, but since he has that jade pendant on him, I must go and find out."

Wu's mood became extraordinarily complicated. Although she had already guessed the outcome, when she was about to be sure, she couldn't be sure whether it was a good thing or a bad one.

May I ask Wu Zong has always taken hunting and killing cultivators as his mission, but in the end, the son of Wu Zong's suzerain turned out to be a cultivator, isn't this a great irony.

Of course Wu couldn't bear to see Wu Zong's reputation damaged, and Master's reputation destroyed.

But she couldn't wait to figure out the whole story. If Tang Zheng was really the son of Master and Mistress, wouldn't the family reunion be the happiest thing in the world.

Wu is an orphan. Although she was raised by her master and mother, she does not have her real parents after all. Occasionally, she desperately hopes that her biological parents will be by her side.

Therefore, weighing the pros and cons, she is inclined to reunite the family.

"Master, what if Tang Zheng is really your and Master's child? He is a cultivator?" Wu asked tentatively.

"Hmph, so what about cultivators? That's how the old man concluded that my child couldn't practice martial arts, but he was a genius in practicing magic. That's why he couldn't tolerate an infant child. Now no matter who dares to hurt my child, I gave up this life, and I will fight him to the end." Lan Yu was aggressive.

Seeing Lan Yu with a determined face, Wu couldn't help feeling a little envious of Tang Zheng. If he was really a child of his master, then he would be the happiest child in the world with a mother like his wife.

but,

When Wu heard that the old suzerain concluded that the infant baby was a genius who practiced spells, he became more determined that Tang Zheng was the baby back then, because he was a genius cultivator.

Without stopping, the two immediately set off for the capital.

But at this moment, Tang Zheng was already sitting in the living room of the Yan family, several important figures of the Yan family were gathered together, Yao Wang was also on the side.

Just now Yan Potian greeted him personally at the gate, the courtesy is so high, it is really rare.

The guests and hosts were seated, Tang Zheng first thanked Yan Liuyun for his generous gift at the auction, Yan Potian hurriedly said that you are welcome, but in fact the Yan family took advantage.

The price of the two life extension pills is so much cheaper than other families, that is a big advantage.

Yan Potian looked at Tang Zheng kindly, and sighed: "It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River are pushing the waves ahead. I used to worship you as my teacher at the King of Medicine. I'm so shocked that my old heart is about to stop suddenly."

Tang Zheng smiled, and said, "Old Yan's words are serious."

"This time you have messed with the dragon group, Xing Feng is a villain who will take revenge, you have to be careful." Yan Potian reminded.

Seeing that both he and Wu were so cautious about this matter, Tang Zheng didn't dare to take it lightly, and nodded in agreement.

Yan Potian didn't expect to win over Tang Zheng completely in just a few days, it was a long-term process of subtle influence, so he was not in a hurry, chatted with Tang Zheng for a while, and then left with an excuse.

Yao Wang and Yan Qishan followed him out of the hall, so only Yan Qingyi and Yan Liuyun were left in the hall.

Yan Qingyi winked at Yan Liuyun, Yan Liuyun also found an excuse to leave, only Tang Zheng and Yan Qingyi were left in the hall.

Immediately, Tang Zheng's expression became strange. What kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the Yan family? Is this a trick for him?

But there's no need for a Taoist nun to come for Shimei's trick, right?

Tang Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, seeing Yan Qingyi got up and walked towards him, he remained calm and stared at her.

There is no doubt that Yan Qingyi is indeed a beauty, and she is a kind of beauty that does not catch the smell of fireworks in the world, so that people can't give birth to the slightest dirty thought.

"Can you go for a walk with me?" Vermilion lips parted slightly, Yan Qingyi's voice was very soft, as if it didn't smell of fireworks.

It would be unreasonable for Tang Zheng to refuse an invitation from a beauty, so he nodded and stood up.

Yan Qingyi didn't have any extra words, and walked straight to the door, Tang Zheng followed step by step, one step behind, looking at her back, he suddenly became very interested in this young lady of the Yan family.

She didn't cherish the status that others dreamed of, let alone do the things of the rich second generation. Instead, she left the world of mortals and became a monk.

It has to be said that she is an odd number, Tang Zheng naturally has a thirst for knowledge for this kind of unusual person.

Yan Qingyi's steps were very slow, but every step seemed to be measured with a ruler, no more, no less, exactly.

Walking through the winding corridors and passing through a small doorway, the scene in front of me suddenly opened up, with steep cliffs and snow-white clouds appearing in front of me.

This is the beauty of Longxiang Mountain. It is really enviable for the Yan family to occupy this treasured land of geomantic omen.

Not far from the cliff, there is a small Taoist temple. This Taoist temple with blue bricks and black tiles is hidden in the woods and stands beside the cliff, adding a touch of tranquility to the mountain forest.

"Is that the Taoist temple you practice?" Tang Zheng asked curiously.

Yan Qingyi glanced at it and nodded slightly.

"This doesn't quite match your identity." Tang Zheng joked, with Yan Qingyi's identity, even if he was a monk, he couldn't stay in such a shabby little Taoist temple.

"It's just a work of shelter, as long as you have the Tao in your heart, what's the difference between big and small things outside your body?" Yan Qingyi said lightly.

"Hehe, he is indeed a monk, and his knowledge is indeed different from ordinary people like us."

"Ordinary person? You may not be too self-effacing. You are a cultivator. I think you know better than me how many cultivators there are in this world. You also understand that your identity is not simple. How can you be a monk?" laity?"

"But no one said that a cultivator is not an ordinary person. He is entangled in ordinary things, and he is not as disrespectful as you are. What is it if he is not an ordinary person?"

Yan Qingyi looked at Yunjuan and Yunshu in the distance, and said: "I haven't seen through the world of mortals. Those who cultivate the Dao cultivate the Dao in their hearts. They don't need to see through the world of mortals. If they see through everything, then how can they cultivate the Dao. This way is the Dao of the world. The world of mortals is closely related, and only by gaining insight into the world of mortals can one truly practice the Dao."

"Oh?"

Tang Zheng exclaimed in surprise, this was beyond Tang Zheng's expectation, it seemed quite meaningful.

"There are tens of thousands of Taos in the world, and everyone has their own Tao, and everyone's Tao is completely different, but many people's Taos are too vulgar, and they may not be able to understand what their own Tao is after spending their entire life. Dare What is your way?"

"My way?" Tang Zheng frowned. He had never thought about this question before. He has gone through ups and downs along the way, but does he have a way?

Tang Zheng really didn't know the answer.

"Don't you know?"

Tang Zheng nodded truthfully: "I'm just an ordinary person, I really don't like to think about these complicated and profound things."

"No, it's just that your Tao has not yet manifested. When you walk step by step in the future, you will eventually understand your Tao. At that time, your achievements and cultivation will reach another level."

Tang Zheng smiled resentfully: "Then I'll lend you a good word, but you brought me here specially, isn't it just a matter of talking?"

Yan Qingyi withdrew her gaze from a distance, and then stared at Tang Zheng intently, her eyes met. Tang Zheng found her gaze was deep, with a state of being strong without desire, and one couldn't help but fall into her gaze.

"Do you believe in ingyun?" Yan Qingyi asked.

"ingyun?" Tang Zheng shook his head blankly, "I don't know, but I do know one thing, I believe in myself, I believe in controlling my own ingyun with my own strength."

"It seems that you are very confident."

"Probably." When Tang Zheng was a child, he believed that his hard work could bring about higher grades, but now he believed that practicing hard could increase his cultivation, thereby improving his strength and mastering his ingyun.

"Everyone has their own ingyun, and you are the same. Since there is an ingyun, it means that it was arranged by the way of heaven in the dark, so there are traces to follow, and even known in advance."

Tang Zheng couldn't help laughing, and said: "Your rhetoric is exactly the same as that of the fortune tellers on the street. I believe that if you go to fortune telling, the business will definitely succeed."

Yan Qingyi acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and continued on his own: "A prophet is to know a person's ingyun in advance."

"Oh, is there anyone in the world with this ability?" Tang Zheng asked casually.

Yan Qingyi nodded seriously.

Tang Zheng was stunned, he just asked casually, why did she nod her head so definitely?

"Do you want to know your own ingyun?" Yan Qingyi asked.

"Hehe, do you really want to be a fortune teller?" Tang Zheng laughed dumbfounded.

"Please answer me." Yan Qingyi was still serious.

Seeing that she didn't look like she was joking, Tang Zheng's smile gradually subsided, and he looked at her suspiciously.

If she hadn't been Yan Qingyi, Tang Zheng would have thought that he had encountered a magic stick pretending to be a ghost, and immediately turned around and left.

Since she wasn't joking, if she said so firmly that there is such a prophet, it means that she knows this person, or... she is this person!

Tang Zheng was taken aback by his deduction. Although he was a cultivator and knew miraculous spells, he never thought that he could predict the future, because that kind of ability was too heaven-defying.

Now that he has this opportunity to know his ingyun, what should he do?