The sunset is shining with thick rays of smoke.

Mo Hua was leading Zhang Lan to wander among the mountains, telling him some of the history of Taixu Gate, the ancient Taoist temples, the ancient pavilions, and the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers.

Zhang Lan was a little shocked.

What shocked him was not entirely the long history, profound heritage, disciple style, magnificent mountains, and various scenic spots...

Of course these were also shocking, but what really shocked him was that he could actually enter the mountain gate of Taixu Gate?

It was the time of the sword competition, and there were so many monks surrounded outside the mountain gate.

Some of the monks had a high level of cultivation, some had extraordinary origins, and some were majestic, but without exception, they were all stopped outside the door.

Zhang Lan was originally too.

The sect rules are strict, and the elders and inner disciples who guard the mountain are selfless and cannot be said at all.

When Mohua arrived at the door, she just smiled and called out a few words "elder" and "senior brother", saying, "This is an uncle with a good relationship with me."

The man guarding the mountain actually let go without saying a word.

The disciples guarding the mountain salute Zhang Lan.

The elder guarding the mountain actually nodded to Zhang Lan.

When I arrived in Taixu Sect, it was even more outrageous.

When all the disciples along the way encounter Mo Hua, they almost always shout "Senior Brother" or "Little Brother".

All the elders along the way would nod and greet Mo Hua in a very familiar way.

Some elders even greeted Mo Hua first, and then smiled and replied with a greeting.

Zhang Lan almost thought he was dreaming.

If he hadn't known about the origin of Mo Hua, he would have almost thought that Taixu Gate was opened by his Mo painter.

In a powerful fifth-grade sect, the one who can receive this treatment is not a little ancestor, so he must be a little leader, right?

Zhang Lan looked at the ink painting silently.

He had known for a long time that Mo Hua had a good reputation and good social interactions, and he could "make good" anywhere.

But being able to "get through" to such a level is somewhat somewhat broken, breaking through the upper limit of his imagination.

As the two walked, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and asked, "Uncle Zhang, you haven't eaten yet?"

Zhang Lan nodded.

The ink painting is generous: "I treat you!"

In Taixu Sect, the place where disciples can eat is the dining hall where their disciples live.

But only disciples can go to such places, so they really refuse "outsiders".

Even if it is ink painting, it does not have that much authority.

His greatest authority is at most to bring the head of the sect’s big white dog into the kitchen hall for free.

But that was the head of the sect.

With Uncle Zhang's side, he can't make an exception.

Mo Hua went to the kitchen hall, bought some wine and meat, took it out, and then led Zhang Lan to a quiet and beautiful mountain in the Youshan Mountain of Taixumen.

I found a big stone and placed good wine and meat on a cloth blanket.

The two sat on the ground, facing the sunset and the scenery in front of them, which was a wonderful scene, eating meat, drinking, chatting and reminiscing.

In this situation, Zhang Lan felt in a trance that he felt that he was still in Tongxian City, in the wine shop of the Mo Painter, he was carefree and kept hiding, drinking wine, eating meat, and chatting with Mo Painting.

God, listen to the demon hunters chatting about interesting things in the mountains, waiting for the sunset to set, and the sunset shines on the red door.

But in a blink of an eye, there was Taixu Sect in front of me again.

The one who drank and ate meat with him was the genius of the swordsmanship of Taixu Sect, the leader of the formation, and was a handsome young man.

After ten years of separation, it seems like yesterday that the appearance of ink paintings has changed, but in every move, it is still sincere and natural, and it seems that nothing has changed.

Those who practice Taoism will not change their original aspirations, but the innocent heart will not change.

Zhang Lan sighed in his heart.

Influenced by the temperament of ink painting, he naturally felt much more relaxed.

The ink painting is no longer the ink painting, but it seems that it is still the ink painting.

Mo Hua also looked at Zhang Lan.

I found that he, the lazy Uncle Zhang, seemed to have become much more "honest". He was not as idle as in Tongxian City, and he grew up a lot...

Mo Hua nodded with relief.

But at the same time, he was a little surprised:

"Uncle Zhang, have you formed a pill?"

Zhang Lan nodded, "Well, I'm lucky."

Mo Hua frowned, not understanding.

He remembered clearly that Uncle Zhang only cultivated his energy when he was in Tongxian City.

Later, when he killed the big demon, Uncle Zhang had to break through the realm and become the foundation building.

But now, in the blink of an eye, he has become a pill after not seeing each other for so many years?

This is somewhat outrageous.

Mo Hua couldn't help asking: "Uncle Zhang, is there any problem with your cultivation level?"

Zhang Lan was a little angry, "What's the problem with cultivation?"

Seeing that Mo Hua still didn't believe it, he was helpless and explained:

"Didn't I tell you that I have a good qualification. I was dissatisfied with the marriage arranged by my family before, so I got stuck in Qi Refining and went to a remote small place to work as a Diansi to find a cleanliness."

"Later, I broke through the foundation building and I could only have the Hui tribe."

"After the Hui tribe, my father arranged a marriage for me again. I disagree. My father is quite old-fashioned, so he said that unless I build a pill and have the ability to be independent, this marriage will be bound to be made."

"I can only go into seclusion and practice hard every day, break through one realm after another, and continue to cultivate to the peak of foundation building. After forming pills, I am lucky and succeed in one go..."

Mo Hua was shocked.

Uncle Zhang is a man who is in his thirties and still cultivates his energy in his qi in order to escape the marriage.

Then, in order to escape the marriage, he was able to form a pill in his forties?!

Ink painting was shocked to Zhang Lan for a moment.

He couldn't help asking, "Uncle Zhang, if your father asks you to cultivate to the point of eternity, otherwise you will have to marry, then you will be able to live in the same place?"

Zhang Lan was so angry that he couldn't help but glared at Mo Hua:

"You kid, you are starting to talk nonsense again. Is it that simple to be so scattered?"

"My father is my father. He is just stubborn, not really without common sense. How could he really force me to become a majestic?"

"He has been practicing for a lifetime and has been suffering for hundreds of years. Only then can he be lucky. With a little spiritual understanding, he barely achieved erection."

"When it comes to Yuhua, it's a real person."

"He knows the difficulty of the feathering realm better than anyone else, how could he really force me..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Lan was slightly relieved, and he was a little relieved:

"Actually, let alone the feathering, it is also very difficult to have a golden elixir. To a large extent, it depends on whether the Heavenly Dao favors you."

"Once you are too lucky, you will fail no matter how you form a pill. Many people are stuck here, and one card is for a lifetime."

"I was worried before that the golden elixir was too difficult. Once I couldn't break through, I couldn't help myself, so I got stuck in the Qi Refining Realm and became a mess."

"If Tongxian City hadn't been in trouble, I wouldn't have broken through the foundation building so easily."

"But fortunately, every drink and every peck will make you determined. I am also a blessing in disguise. I forced myself to force myself to the golden elixir..."

Zhang Lan lying on the boulder with her arms and legs raised, and she quickly became "lazy" again with her naked eyes, and her tone was also lazy:

"At the age of thirty, he is an older monk."

"At the age of forty, I am definitely a young talented man, and I have a lot of time."

"I can also live a more leisurely life..."

Mo Hua also imitated Zhang Lan, with her arms pillowed, her legs raised, and lay lazily, and said enviously:

"It's so good... I don't know yet, when will I be able to form a elixir..."

Zhang Lan didn't care, "You are now a genius of Taixu Sect. With the support of the sect, there is no shortage of inheritance, no shortage of seniors, and there are so many elders to take care of you, so you still have to worry about the pill?"

Mo Hua sighed: "This has nothing to do with inheritance. Uncle Zhang, you also say that making a pill is a matter of personal luck."

"It depends on whether the luck is good or bad. If the Heavenly Dao does not care about me, it will be difficult to deal with..."
To be continued...