The old man in Confucian uniform said angrily: "If I really don't leave, what can you do to me?"

Li Zhichang couldn't sit upright, his expression could not show his joy or anger, but he just said calmly: "Do you dare to attack me?"

The old man in the Confucian uniform felt a chill coming from the bottom of his heart. Li Zhichang just glanced at him, as if he had fallen into the cold winter lunar month.

For a moment, the feeling of being lonely and helpless was born.

He couldn't help but tremble all over. He snorted coldly, waved his hand, and disappeared with his old wife and Qingfeng.

Although this old fox is a little good at Taoism, he has never met a powerful man like Li Zhichang who has committed murder and become an immortal in his life. Li Zhichang is much higher than him at the same level. Just a faint spiritual pressure can make his mind tremble.

After all, although the monster is a bit magical, its spirit is still just ordinary. When dealing with ordinary warriors or ordinary practitioners, you can still have the idea of ​​fighting to the death. When you meet someone like Li Zhichang, it is a thought of resistance and cannot even arise.

This is the difference in the essence of life.

Although he became a demon, he was not considered a sacred immortal and Buddha. He was not as lawless as the seven demon saints, fearless, and traversing thousands of mountains and rivers, and was extremely proud.

To Li Zhichang, scolding the old fox family was just a trivial matter and there was nothing else to praise.

The moon is as bright as water, and Li Zhichang actually came to his ancestral home in this life. He felt the wonder of fate in his heart. Even if he could not understand or grasp it, he could not grasp it.

At this level, things related to him will always be somewhat sensitive as long as they are not deliberately blinded by others. Even so, fate will come and go when it should come, without any trace, and it will be unpredictable.

This is also his next path. Since he fought with the man in Xuanyi and "kill me Mingdao", what is left is to reshape a true self who cannot help but be destined, does not suffer from cause and effect, and is free.

With this "I", we open up a great way again. The way produces one, one produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things. Finally, we can see the realm of the Creator who controls the fate of all lives.

The road ahead is clear and you have to do it, but thousands of mountains and rivers cannot be exhausted.

Just like the Tang Sanzang who obtained the scriptures in the West, there were ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties in the middle, and all kinds of hardships and hardships.

Li Zhichang stayed in the house all night, as if nothing had happened. The incident was quickly reported to the head of the Geng family by the old school.

But he still had some doubts, so he asked Li Zhichang to stay for a while.

Li Zhichang was completely unlucky, and at the same time he was still thinking about how to get this house from Geng's family.

It was the Qing night again. Li Zhichang was on the attic, lit a candle, which was open and bright, and there was a desk in front of him. He was writing and splashing ink, his mind was leisurely.

The stars and moonlight and the vitality between heaven and earth were unknowingly activated by his brush and ink. He poured himself into his face, making his face look like jade, and his skin showed a tight jade luster, which was difficult to express in detail.

Zhang Sanfeng was able to extend the martial arts of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying from the true meaning of the Sangluan Tie. Li Zhichang could naturally practice calligraphy to train his muscles, bones and internal organs, and re-evolve the body that could help him cross the sea of ​​bitterness into a Taoist body.

"The Supreme One establishes virtue, then makes merit, and then makes words." These so-called three immortals of Confucianism are because their immortality are their divine will, but they are by no means their form.

Li Zhichang knew that whether it is the Taoist scripture or the Confucian scriptures, the principles recorded in them are almost the truth and are by no means as simple as applying them in the world.

The more you can understand these classics, the closer you can to the truly immortal principles in the universe, it will be of great benefit to the cultivation of the "sexuality".

People like Zi may do nothing in life, but there is no doubt that they can go further than Li Zhichang during their cultivation.

With the truth he said and the truth he said is immortal, and the person is immortal, even in this world, all schools of thought still exist.

Lao Zhuang and Confucius and Mo are still passed down to the world.

This is because they must have reshaped themselves and set up a near immortal avenue, radiating to all heavens and worlds, and their incarnations exist.

Even people like Jizi have not escaped from the long river of destiny, and have the ability to temporarily not be controlled by destiny. Even stronger ones can unify the past, present and future self-centered without any weaknesses.

Form a super-dynamic unity, which can also be called "all changes will not separate from the root".

The pen and ink splashed more and more, Li Zhichang's whole body was filled with blood and finally condensed two inches above the navel of the abdomen, close to the Taiyi point at Tianshu point.

His body's qi and blood essence is now concentrated in the Taiyi point, and his aura gradually calms down, exuding a primitive, initial temperament.

It is like the beginning of everything and the origin of everything.

He did not condense his qi and blood into Taiyi acupoint casually, but did it intentionally.

Taiyi is Taiyi, and it is the oldest meaning. The human body acupoints correspond to the stars in the sky, and Taiyi acupoint corresponds to the North Star. Ancient scriptures say, "The first one is the bright one, Taiyi is always alive."

Li Zhichang condenses this acupoint and can also collect the essence of Beidou, take it for himself, and practice a pure magical power that can harm the soul.

The candle has tears, but it is not enough to drip until dawn. In the blink of an eye, the candle fire will burn out.

The sound of tiny footsteps, from far to near, is like a deep music, beautiful and moving.

Li Zhichang smiled faintly, put his pen on the ink inkstone, and when he moved his body, he arrived outside the door.

A pretty girl was about to look through the crack in the door to look at the movement inside the room, but found that there was no one. She wrinkled her nose and suddenly heard a cold voice from behind, "What are you looking for?"

The girl suddenly heard the voice, was startled, pushed open the door and closed it.

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "Little sister, why are you doing in my room?"

The girl was Qingfeng, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. When she opened the door, her clear eyes were flowing, and she seemed to be able to speak, and she said timidly: "I want to come and see you."

Li Zhichang joked: "Do you foxes like to seduce men at night?"

Qingfeng's face turned red and said, "It's not like this. People have never seduced anyone. I'm different from other foxes. And I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'm afraid I won't see you again in the future."

She is indeed different from other foxes. She is born to be remembered and likes to read. It is precisely because of her rich wisdom that Li Zhichang attracted her.

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "Why?"

Qingfeng said: "You are so awesome. I have never seen my uncle as scared. Now he has found another place to live, and the whole family has moved things to their new home. I said something has fallen here, so he asked me to come back and take a look."

"There are evil people like me here. You dare to come back, don't worry that I will peel you, or catch you and sell it." Li Zhichang said with a smile.
Chapter completed!