In Julu City, in Taiping Road.

He was wearing a yellow Taoist robe and a square scarf on his head, and was using spells to add spirituality to the stacks of talisman papers in front of him, and worked tirelessly.

This talisman paper dissolved in water can be used to cure diseases and save people and relieve fatigue. In this chaotic world, it is a top-notch recipe for saving the world.

Bo Cai bowed slightly, looking at Zhang Jiao who was busy in front of him, with a respectful look on his face.

"Teacher, these talismans can be made by our disciples. There is no need to let you work hard on yourself."

"Now my Taiping Dao lineage has believers all over the Central Plains. There are believers throughout the Central Plains. There are hundreds of thousands of sects and thousands of inheritors of the treasure rituals. It is no longer the time when we were preaching the Jiuzhou, and the talents were withered and no one was available."

Zhang Jiao's fingertips flashed with inspiration, and spiritually painted on the talisman paper. Looking at the talisman paper painted one after another, Qing Jun's face revealed a burst of relief.

This piece of talisman paper can save a person's life.

Zhang Jiao sighed in his heart, and his eyebrows were filled with compassion.

Hearing the call of his disciple Bo Cai, Zhang Jiao recovered.

"Not hindrance, now all the affairs in the church are managed by your fellow disciples. I am very idle every day, so I have to find something to do, which can be considered as making some contributions to the people of the world."

"Teacher, you are now at a great level and are only one step away from becoming an immortal. Why do you still have to be so deeply involved in the world? If you continue like this, you may be deeply trapped in the vast cause and effect, and you will never be able to recover!"

Bo Cai saw that his teacher didn't take his words to heart and continued to draw talismans. His face gradually became anxious and he tried his best to persuade him.

He has been practicing with great wise men since childhood, and he has watched Taiping Dao grow stronger step by step. It is no exaggeration to say that Bo Cai is one of Zhang Jiao's closest disciples.

None of the people who practice cultivation are fools.

Now the power of Taiping Road swept across the Jiuzhou, and the Han Dynasty was full of internal and external troubles, and the storm was a sign of chaos in the world.

His teacher, Zhang Jiao, the Taiping Heavenly Master, received the inheritance of Taiping Qing, an immortal in Nanhua. The way of fortune-telling can reach the world.

Bocai doesn't believe it. With such ability to understand the sky and the earth, he will not be able to calculate his own good or bad luck!

Zhang Jiao looked at the disciple who was leading the way in front of him, how could he not know what he was thinking? He stopped his hand and sighed slightly.

These destiny statements may be extremely mysterious in the eyes of outsiders, covering them with layers of clouds, but in Zhang Jiao's eyes, there is no secret at all.

He had already made a fortune and calculated the good or bad luck for himself.

Zhang Jiao touched the clean whisk on his hand, smiled, and stood up.

"Okay, Bocai, I already know."

"This fulfills your will and is ready to practice."

"Get out."

Hearing Zhang Jiao's words, Bo was helpless and wanted to speak but stopped, but he did not dare to give up the teacher's face. He had to bow and say goodbye and slowly leave the room.

Bo Cai's figure gradually faded away, Zhang Jiao stood with his hands behind his back, his head slightly raised, his eyes extremely deep, as if he was about to look through the roof to look at the endless sky.

"Nine-death death? A sign of great danger?"

"But I, Zhang Jiao, want to live to die and go against the will of heaven. How do you stay!"

The energy of the whole body burst out, the robe and the clothes were flying, the wind was automatically gone, and the temples were bright, looking at the instantly changing celestial phenomena outside the window, smiling disdainfully.

"The great Han Dynasty has not yet completed its energy?"

"Then the people are so innocent!"

"There are countless people who die of illness and starvation every year. Have you ever seen your heaven open your eyes?!"

"If you don't want to save this world, then let me save it!"

"Even if you fail, you will be the pioneer of the king!"

"I also want all the people in this world to avoid suffering from hunger and cold!"

After Zhang Jiao's sharp words were spoken, he completely angered the sky above the void.

The void was covered by dark clouds, and the wind was rising and the clouds were surging. A flash of lightning broke through the sky and slashed straight towards the house where Zhang Jiao was!

Zhang Jiao snorted coldly, feeling the lightning from the sky, and swung the pure whisk in his hand, and in an instant, the entire Taiping Taoist Temple was covered by a blue light. The purple lightning as thick as a bucket hit the green light barrier, which only caused a ripple. In a flash, it was digested and absorbed by the barrier and disappeared.

"This year is the year of Jiazi..."

When the dust settled, Zhang Jiao stroked the clean whisk in his hand and murmured.

Seeing the gray mist sky, a thought that had been with Zhang Jiao for a long time gradually became firm and then became deeply rooted.

Zhang Jiao walked gently, walked to the corner of the room, took the quaint and heavy box in front of him, picked up a large apricot yellow banner inside, and slowly unfolded it.

I saw the sixteen large characters on the flag with a sharp edge, vigorous and powerful letter, and the letter said:

The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established! In Jiazi, the world will be very lucky!

Just as Zhang Jiao looked at Xinghuangqi and was secretly ecstatic in his heart, a sound of instrument suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Welcome to the Great Master of the World Dimension Exchange Council!"

......

Seventy-two peaks are facing the top, and twenty-four streams flow long!

Zhang Sanfeng sat cross-legged and stood on the main peak of Wudang Mountain and above the golden top of Tianzhu Mountain to regulate his breathing and nourish his energy.

The yin and yang energy rise in the sea of ​​clouds, accompanied by Zhang Sanfeng's side, and the immortal style of the Taoist robe adds a bit of style.

Just morning exercises, Zhang Sanfeng sat quietly for a moment, his mind was shaking, and he unconsciously took out the pair of iron-cast arhats from his arms.

Flowers bloom and fall, flowers bloom, and a hundred years are coming in a blink of an eye.

The young children are old in the world, and the beautiful women have frosty temples.

“…”

Zhang Sanfeng shook his mind, and in a daze, he seemed to see the smart girl who was as beautiful as a flower again.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist priest couldn't help but smile. How old he is, why can't he let go?

The old Taoist priest who could not raise his head in the world for a hundred years, a true martial arts sword, and Tai Chi sword scriptures have also had his own regrets in life.

When Zhang Sanfeng was still called Zhang Junbao, he met Guo Xiang for the first time on the top of Mount Hua.

At that time, he was just a young boy, but he was angry by the beautiful woman and really waved his fists at Yin Kexi.

As if Master Jueyuan said, after this punch was swung, the love threads were together, and the spiritual platform could no longer be able to keep quiet and clear.

The second time we met, in front of Shaolin Temple, a woman led a donkey and went down the mountain. The young man only dared to follow her and did not dare to move forward side by side.

When a woman gave her an iron arhat, she carefully kept it and treasured it for the whole life.

"Zhang Junbao...you are really..."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and lay on the top of the mountain with one hand. He looked at the clouds rolling in the sky in the distance. Although he was thinking about sad things, he still seemed free and easy in every move.

When I was young, I admired Ai Huai and did not dare to talk to her. I looked at the mountains and separated and never met again in my life. This is the first regret.

The country's destiny and the country declined. A generation of loyal ministers and prime ministers went to their death with regret that they had not achieved their martial arts and could not leave to save them. This is the second regret.

If ordinary people had such regrets, the beauty was not here and the country was declining, they would have been depressed and unsuccessful, and they would have ended up regretting every day.

But he is different, he is Zhang Sanfeng!

Traveling around the world, searching for mountains and rivers, and understanding the truth and understanding the mystery, finally, with a loud laugh, a great martial arts master who inherits the past and opens the past and opens the future!

A true martial sword, which is proud of the world for a hundred years. When it landed on Wudang Mountain, it created the Wudang faction that shone through the ages.

After a hundred years of practice, one can cultivate one's heart. If love is difficult to put in one's hands, it is better to put it in one's heart.

Zhang Junbao had no regrets of letting go, but Zhang Sanfeng had already let go.

It is better not to ask for it than to ask for it.

Just as Zhang Sanfeng stood up slowly and was about to go down the mountain, a mechanical sound suddenly sounded in Zhang Sanfeng's ears:
Chapter completed!