In a blink of an eye, more than two months have passed.

In the Taoist temple, Zhang Yifang Chengyiyan and Fang Tong and the other three are practicing Tai Chi.

Among the three people, Zhang Yifang and Cheng Yiyan are practitioners, and their comprehension ability is far greater than Fang Tong. Zhang Yifang practiced Tai Chi and reached a certain level. In the faint embrace of his arms, a trace of air flow appeared, and Cheng Yiyan was a little higher than Zhang Yifang's realm.

After two months of practice, Cheng Yiyan "catches mice" every day, and the spiritual energy in the dantian is much richer than Zhang Yifang. In terms of realm, Cheng Yiyan has surpassed Zhang Yifang.

Fang Tong also had the opportunity to practice Tai Chi, at least achieving Zhang Daoran's satisfaction.

"Ao Uh..."

"Shit..."

In front of the Taoist temple, Lao Lang roared at the dragon, and his eyes were full of fierce light. After more than two months of cultivation, Lao Lang finally stopped fearing the dragon. A few days ago, the dragon and the wolf fought each other, and the dragon lost a lot. If Zhang Daoran hadn't stopped it in time, the dragon might have been injured.

Originally, the old wolf would usually lie on the right hand in front of the Taoist temple gate, and then on the left hand. Perhaps in the subconscious, the old wolf believed that the big dragon was often on the left, which was a symbol of status.

The dragon poked his head and crawled out of the Taoist temple. The old wolf took a look and then lay on the ground again.

The big dragon is different from the old wolf. When the big dragon feels danger, it will choose to leave. Unlike the old wolf, it will obey.

Zhang Daoran was watching the Taoist scriptures under the old peach tree, and Zhang Daoran also felt a headache. The two beasts could not speak, and Zhang Daoran could not communicate with them. If they continued to fight like this, it would be no solution.

"The big dragon is stronger, maybe the two can still be at peace. Old wolf is used to being a king. The wolf's nature is also dormant. Choose the opportunity to give the opponent a fatal blow. This is the nature of two creatures facing danger, and it is difficult to change..."

In more than two months, Zhang Daoran's soul was healed, and in about one month, he could recover. The spiritual energy in his body had recovered to its peak, and he always nourished his soul, which made Zhang Daoran expect to have been more than five months of cultivation, about a month ahead of schedule.

"Mr. Fang, let's have a break..."

Tai Chi practiced over and over again, Zhang Yifang and Cheng Yiyan stopped one after another, and Fang Tong was still practicing. Zhang Yifang gave Cheng Yiyan a bowl of water and said to Fang Tong.

"You guys stop you, I'll practice it a few more times..."

It’s not that Fang Tong worked hard to practice, but that he couldn’t hold on to face. Zhang Yifang was far superior to Fang Tong in his understanding of Tai Chi, and Cheng Yiyan came from behind, even more powerful than the two of them. According to Zhang Daoran, Cheng Yifang and Zhang Yifang had already achieved a small success.

The evaluation of Fang Tong is that he has just started to practice almost the same thing, and Fang Tong has just started to practice and his self-esteem has been hit.

Zhang Daoran glanced at them, put down the Taoist scriptures, and whispered: "Fang Tong, come here."

Fang Tong then stopped the Tai Chi drill and walked over with some confusion: "Master, what's the matter?"

"You've been here for three months and five days, and it's time to leave."

It was originally stipulated that Fang Tong stayed on the mountain for three months, but now it has exceeded the prescribed deadline for five days.

Fang Tong's face changed. Although he had worked hard for the past three months, Fang Tong had forgotten what was outside his body and was very happy here. Suddenly, Zhang Daoran asked him to leave, and Fang Tong felt very reluctant: "Master Taoist, I'll stay for another two days."

In Taoist temples, you can forget all your worries and all your worries. Practicing here, you will feel like you are looking forward to immortality and not wanting to return to the world.

"The time has come. I have taught you Tai Chi. The script is written in detail. As for your future destiny, it depends on your own grasp." Zhang Daoran looked at Cheng Yiyan and continued: "You have a film and television media company, Cheng Wuhui has talent in this area. I have given him a lot of music scores. If you help him, you can take few detours. It is beneficial to him and also to you. You can support each other."

"Master..."

Fang Tong called out, his face dark.

"I have written the script clearly. Remember, the movie has nothing to do with me. I also explained to Cheng Wuhui that the song has nothing to do with me. It's not too late today, so you can leave..."

Zhang Daoran watched the Taoist scriptures, his face was calm and he said without raising his head.

Whether it is a song or a movie, Zhang Daoran does not need to be famous, but only needs luck. Songs are sung and movies are circulated. As long as someone likes them, luck will be produced. This is enough, instead of promoting the Three Pure Landscapes everywhere and disturbing the cultivation.

Fang Tong knew that Zhang Daoran had no choice but to change his decision, so he turned around and went into the room to pack up his things.

Looking at Cheng Yiyan who was joking with Zhang Yifang, and his carefree face, Zhang Daoran frowned: "Leaving family affection will help you practice."

After all, Cheng Yiyan is young. Fortunately, Cheng Yiyan has been wandering with Cheng Wuhui since he was a child, and his mind is far beyond the reach of an average five or six-year-old child. With Zhang Yifang here, the sorrow of parting should be relieved a lot.

"Master of Taoism..." Not long after, Cheng Wuhui ran into the Taoist temple with sweat on his head, and was out of breath: "Old Li, I've been taken away..."

Lao Li was caught?

Unlike the big dragon and old wolf, the old li is not a mountain-protecting spirit beast in the Sanqing Temple, and has nothing to do with the Sanqing Temple. Therefore, the old li was caught, and Zhang Daoran did not respond at all.

"Master..."

Cheng Wuhui took a breath and raised his head and was about to speak again. Zhang Daoran, who was sitting cross-legged under the old peach tree, was nowhere to be seen.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Who caught Lao Li?"

Cheng Yiyan often went down the mountain to see Lao Li, and often said that when the weather was warm, he would ride Lao Li to wander around the four lakes in the north. Lao Li was caught, and tears were flowing in Cheng Yiyan's eyes.

"I practiced music scores at the foot of the mountain and saw a large ship from afar, fishing old carp onto the ship."

Cheng Wuhui was a little worried: "The ship was very fast, and I had already walked away when I found it. It seemed that Lao Li's fate was already destined."

There is only one small fishing boat at the pier, and it is man-made rowing. Where can I catch up with the fuel fishing boat? It is possible to chase it on land, and on the vast lake, unless there are speedboats...

Zhang Yifang's face also changed. Old Li was in the water, and they didn't meet each other very often. It was only during this period that Cheng Yiyan gradually became familiar with him. In order to ride Old Li to play in summer, he often took lotus seeds to feed Old Li, and then he became familiar with him.

Old carp is a rare big carp. After practicing, its black scales have become a little red and yellow, which is very beautiful. This is not the point. If an old carp is caught, it is very likely to be slaughtered!

"What should I do?"

Cheng Yiyan's face was full of sadness and forced himself to hold back, but the tears did not slide down and were spinning in his eyes.

Zhang Yifang's face was gloomy and gloomy: "Let's go, let's go down the mountain, with the teacher here, Lao Li will definitely be able to save him..."

Seeing Zhang Yifang pulling Cheng Yiyan down the mountain, Cheng Wuhui smiled bitterly: "The Taoist priest is very powerful, and the Taoist craft is mysterious. After all, he is not a god yet. You can't fly to chase the big fishing boat from the water..."

Child talks without any sensation, Zhang Yifang is whimsical, but Lao Li can't save her.

"Brother Fang..." When he turned around and looked at Fang Tong holding the suitcase appearing in the yard, Cheng Wuhui was a little surprised: "Are you... going home again?"

"Brother Cheng, I have already packed your things for you. The Taoist priest said just now, let us leave today."

A smile appeared on Fang Tong's dark face.

Cheng Wuhui was stunned, and a trace of reluctance suddenly surged in his heart. After three months of life in Taoist temples, Cheng Wuhui discovered that in Taoist temples, this kind of quiet and far-reaching life is really good.
Chapter completed!