Traverser Management System

With the sky full of stars shining, Zheng Yu changed his clothes, and put on him a Taoist robe that was a few sizes larger than the robe worn by Qingfeng Mingyue, just like the third Taoist boy in Wuzhuang Temple.

When Qing Feng Mingyue was about to tie two round hair buns on top of his head, Zheng Yu couldn't follow it, and the two had to give up.

Since that day, after Zheng Yu inserted the stick of incense under the tablet of heaven and earth, Qingfeng Mingyue became more enthusiastic about him.

It seemed that he was taken care of as his senior brother, and both of them believed that Zheng Yu was a mortal. Whether it was three meals a day or his usual residence, he arranged proper arrangements for him.

Originally, Zheng Yu planned to sneak in on Wuzhuang Temple, but the enthusiasm of these two people made him really embarrassed to start.

He estimated that he should wait until the beginning of the Journey to the West before coming to Wuzhuang to view and do the gratifying things.

Qingfeng Mingyue and the two are really good at home. The exercises that should be taught to him are really rubbish. Zheng Yu casually took a look and knew that such exercises were exchanged in his own system. Thousands or so.

Zheng Yu basically wouldn't go to see this kind of thing, but for a mortal, it would be very, very good to be able to learn this kind of exercise.

This is just a way to breathe in, allowing oneself to calm down and absorb the aura between heaven and earth. If you use this kind of exercise to do cross-leg meditation to absorb the spiritual energy, it would be better than Zheng Yu opened his big mouth and sucked into the sky.

He is still playing the identity of a mortal. He knows that Daxian Zhenyuan will have to wait for at least many years before coming back, so he has put his heart down, staying here for a while, it doesn't matter much.

There are at least 500 years left, and the Wuzhi Mountain has not appeared until now, which means that Monkey King is still practicing in the gossip furnace of Taishang Laojun.

Day after day, in this dojo, you can't feel the passage of time. Zheng Yu pretends to be a mortal, very successful. Up to now, Qingfeng Mingyue and the two have not discovered that he has mana in his body.

Zheng Yu would shrink all the mana into his body even when he walked with steps.

I'm afraid that if I accidentally take a step, I will span dozens of miles, and the world has been imprinted on my body. It is like drinking water when I am thirsty, and eating when I am hungry. It is easy to give it to my body when I walk. Use it.

In fact, always restraining yourself is equivalent to an alternative exercise method of mind.

Abandoning all the mana and just using the identity of a mortal to live, Zheng Yu suddenly discovered that the power transmitted from the nine-turn profound art on his body was faster, of course, not just because of the large formation. The law of heaven is very strong, and his mind at this moment has secretly fit the way of inaction.

Don't do it or don't want to use it, everything will follow the trend, this kind of mentality makes him more compatible with spiritual power.

He discovered that when he first came to this world, the faint feeling of strangeness had completely disappeared, as if he was a native of the country, and there was generally no difference, although he didn’t know what it was because of this. This change made him feel very happy.

Qingfengmingyue has very few things to do on weekdays, and they spend most of their time practicing.

When they reach their realm, time does not make much difference to them. The passage of time will not leave a mark on them, they will only become stronger and stronger in time.

All they have to do is to finish their homework and practice cross-legged daily, quietly comprehend the auras between the heavens and the earth, let these auras become a part of their body, and then increase their realm.

Zheng Yu also joined them. After three full months, he pretended that he had completed the exercises that Qingfengmingyue gave him, and gained a little spiritual power, able to manipulate the spiritual energy to absorb the spiritual energy into his body.

This change made Qingfeng Mingyue also excited. They never thought that it was so interesting to teach an apprentice to come out.

Some time ago, Zheng Yu was fine, so he meditated cross-legged. In Qingfeng Mingyue’s eyes, he was trying hard to practice the exercises he gave him, but he didn’t know that Zheng Yu had been secretly comprehending the Ninth Turn transmitted from him. The energy of mystery.

It wasn't until three months passed that Zheng Yu pretended that he finally completed the practice that was only worth a thousand source points.

During this period of time, after Qingfeng Mingyue meditated cross-legged every day, he would run to Zheng Yu in a bored time and let him tell a story.

The story that Zheng Yu had previously made up made the two men excited. Whether it was the fairy tales on the road or the street on the edge of the mountain, the two men were full of longing for the world.

They felt that the two of them had lived very boringly on this mountain, and there was no place under that mountain that was so colorful. However, my ancestor once strictly ordered that even if you go out, you must not exceed a hundred miles, and you must guard the gate of your own dojo.

Qingfeng Mingyue didn't have the guts to violate the death order from Zhenyuan Daxian, and the two of them would go down the mountain at most, but there was nothing fun outside except those big and small fairies.

These fairies also know that this is a fairy mountain, and each one is far away. Most of the people who can survive here are the little demons who have no wisdom, and there is no fun for Qingfeng Mingyue.

Finally a living person came on the mountain, how could Qingfeng Mingyue give up such an opportunity to listen to Zheng Yu inquiring about everything under the mountain, those stories in the world.

Zheng Yu is also too entangled. After so many years of experience, his head is filled with all kinds of fantasy stories, and a long novel can be told for a few months.

In this way, Zheng Yu was completely integrated into the five villages.

There are groups of spirit beasts in the back mountain, and Zheng Yu always opens his eyes every morning in various beast roars. The roar of the beast is not irritable, but echoes in the mountains and rivers with an ethereal feeling.

The aura contained in the air is so rich that it keeps refreshing every day.

After Qingfeng Mingyue and the two of them finished their practice, they would run into the guest room where Zheng Yu lived, like a good baby, each with a futon, sitting cross-legged and staring at Zheng Yu with four big eyes, looking forward to his next move. The story to tell.

Zheng Yu sat cross-legged, hands naturally placed on his lap, looked at the two curious babies in front of him, took a posture, and said, "Uh-huh, where did we talk yesterday?"

"The old bald donkey in Fahai wanted to accept Xiaoqing as a concubine, and then Xiaoqing couldn't follow it. When Xu Xian was about to go to Jinshan Temple, you didn't talk about it."