"teacher……"

Looking at the disappearing Taoist Taichu, Peng and others were crying.

Although it was only seven days, the Taoist magic and magic powers preached by the other party undoubtedly opened the door to a new world, allowing them to know that the world is so colorful.

"It is really a great opportunity to have the teacher teach the Dharma these days. I really want to abandon everything, go to the deep mountains to practice, and strive to achieve the golden elixir as soon as possible!"

Peng discovered that among the great ways taught by Fang Yuan, he was the most suitable method of internal refining.

At this time, take a deep breath and you can feel the continuous refining essence into qi in your body, and a trace of magic power gathering.

"Everyone, we have to teach the teacher that the connection between Taoism is like a brother. I hope to leave a name, so it is better to call you when you meet in the future."

At this time, a young man came over and bowed and said, "My name is Kunxie!"

"My name is Peng!"

"My name is Li!"

"suitable!"

Several people looked at each other and reported their names. They found that most of them were hunters and woodcutters nearby, so they naturally felt a little close.

On the contrary, the young man Kun Xie at the beginning was actually the son of a leader of a savage tribe, which surprised them a little.

"Roar!"

At this time, a huge black tiger roared and vibrated the fields.

That powerful aura is only one step away from the previous Dapeng and the Nine-tailed Fox.

Many animals were wrapped up, and even Peng noticed the malicious smell: "They... are driving us away?"

"Hmph, the teachers are all human bodies. These people with wool and horns, and wet egg-like shapes, dare to make things difficult for us?"

Kun Xie cursed softly, his eyebrows full of arrogance.

"Forget it... let's go!"

Being stared at by many animals, even Peng's scalp was numb. He pulled Kun Xie's sleeve and the group quickly came out of the mountain.

During these seven days, Fang Yuan secretly supported him. As long as he is talented, he has learned a little bit of it, and it is easy to cross mountains and rivers.

"I am the young master of Kun tribe, fellow Taoists, if you need to practice in the future, you can come to me!"

Although Kun Xie is a bit racist, he still has a very good temper when facing these fellow people.

"Thank you, I'll wait for sure!"

Peng and the others naturally agreed and then parted ways.

“Huh?”

"Who is that?"

He returned to the tribe and found that everyone around him looked at him with strange eyes.

Not only that, the entire tribe also seems to be different from before.

"What's going on?"

Peng stopped someone in confusion, recognized him, and finally barely found it from his memory: "You are... Jing Jun? How did it become like this?"

"You are...Peng?"

Jing Jun rubbed his eyes and said in disbelief: "You have disappeared for seven years. Where have you gone?"

"You said... seven years?"

Peng felt it was ridiculous: "I've just entered the mountain for seven days...wait..."

He thought of the teacher's power, and it seemed as if he wanted to make one day in heaven and one year in the ground.

"Ah... since you disappeared, everyone thought you were eaten by beasts in the mountains..." Jing Jun lamented: "Even your thatched hut was given to someone else."

In this semi-public era, all the means of production of the ministry and the people were shared, and there was no saying or concept of private property.

Of course, all this has changed in Xuan Country.

But among the wild people, this concept is still very deeply rooted.

Originally, if she encountered such treatment, Peng would definitely be furious.

But at this moment, he found that his heart was as calm as water, and he was not angry at all.

"Is this what the teacher said about cultivating the mind?"

Peng thought in confusion: "Or it's just because I have mastered the Tao, so I'm not afraid? It seems that even the state of mind needs the blessing of the Tao to be stable?"

"Don't be impulsive..."

Next to him, Jing Jun was still talking.

"Forget... the thatched cottage is nothing but something outside, it will be gone..." Peng Saran smiled: "It just so happens... I want to leave the tribe and live in the deep mountains."

It was not until this time that he understood why the teacher appeared in the mountains.

If you want to practice and become an immortal, you naturally need to stay away from the world and gain peace among the famous mountains and rivers.

"What? Are you moving to the mountains?"

Jing Jun's eyes widened and looked at this former friend: "Do you know how dangerous it is in the mountains? Wait... How did you come here in the past few years?"

"In the past few years..."

Peng had a hint of remembrance on his face.

Suddenly, a group of people in front of him stalked: "It's him! The escapee!"

I saw a tribe member who had originally had a grudge with Peng, coming with a few warriors from Xuan Kingdom, proudly.

"It's him..."

Peng looked at the other party's distorted face because of pleasure, and had long forgotten why he had a grudge against the other party before.

But he forgot it in seven days, but the other party could remember it for seven years, which made him feel a lot of emotion.

"The Xuan Kingdom has its own laws. Those who are under their command will evade taxes and will be demoted to slaves!"

Several Xuan Country warriors looked at each other and rushed over. The bronze short sword on their waists shone brightly, and even Jing Jun dared not move.

After all, the other party is a warrior from Xuan Kingdom, and they are just wild people.

Once you resist, a large army will arrive and the barbarians will be destroyed!

Over the years, Xuanguo has used bloody heads to make the surrounding wild tribes learn the rules.

Looking at the fierce Xuan Country warrior, Peng scratched his head with embarrassment: "What method should I use... Wait a minute, the teacher seems to have mentioned a magic trick! Fortunately, I just refined a trace of magic power inside, and it happened to be used!"

As soon as he thought of this, he did not hesitate and reached out to grab it: "Town!"

Buzz!

Two golden words emerged, and the marks were usually engraved on the foreheads of the two warriors.

They were motionless, as if they were stuck there like wood.

"Soul-Suppressing Technique...Status!"

Peng looked at his hands, full of sighs.

Before, he could not imagine that he could go against the Xuan Kingdom warrior.

But what about this? Just a little magic spell, the two fully armed warriors could not move and could not be slaughtered.

The feeling this power brought to him was so novel that he even involuntarily wanted to try more.

"Extraordinary...Extraordinary?"

Jing Jun's eyes widened and he thought of the legends of strange people: "Can you have disappeared before, just looking for strange flowers and fruits?"

"This is the immortal's law, not caused by spiritual fruit!"

Although he knew that the other party didn't understand, Peng still explained.

Unfortunately, no matter how he explained it, it could not stop the enthusiasm of those foolish people and almost worship him as a god.

...

Fang Yuan didn't want to care too much about the experiences of these disciples under his command.

Anyway, all he wants is to spread the extraordinary seeds through this wide casting of the net, and then test the feasibility of some ideas.

At this point, everything seemed to be going well.

"It's just a martial arts, and it takes time to harvest."

He looked at the giant mountain in front of him.

This mountain is located in a dense jungle. Due to the terrain, it can nourish Feng Shui and gather auspicious energy. Even the concentration of the energy is very high.

To put it in the saying of cultivating immortals, it means that there is a large spiritual vein.

"To start a sect, there must be a mountain gate..."
To be continued...