"Become an immortal?"

Zhang Daoran was slightly stunned and shook his head: "Immortal Dao Miaomiao, how can it be so easy to become an immortal?"

Zhang Daoran felt a little sad. Zhang Daoran had some insight just now. The starry sky was infinite, and he seemed to be in it, as if he had transformed into the starry sky. He was the starry sky, and thousands of stars were his body cells.

You can change into any planet in it at will, and you can come to it with any thoughts. Observing everything on these planets can make you understand everything. Zhang Daoran originally wanted to observe whether these planets have life, but in the end he could only return without success.

Thoughts can reach, and everything you see is just an illusion, not a real one. Even if you see it, the physical body does not meet the requirements at this time, and it is difficult to come into it.

These planets have no life, only the planet standing under your feet has life

As for becoming an immortal?

Zhang Daoran didn't know that just now, his cultivation level had a great breakthrough. At this time, in his own world, Zhang Daoran clearly sensed that the stars were originally dim and light suddenly lit up. At that moment, Zhang Daoran could clearly feel that the spiritual energy of this new world was gradually becoming rich.

"Sure enough, the changes in the world are closely related to the sun, moon, and stars."

Zhang Daoran not only broke through the original realm, but also found a way to practice in the future. He was to light up the 365 ancient stars in the new world and tens of billions of other stars.

This would be a huge and extremely time-consuming process.

Zhang Daoran lamented that practicing was not easy, and his cultivation level became more and more advanced. Every step he took would be so difficult.

Zhang Daoran was immersed in the changes in the new world and realized the breakthrough artistic conception of the cultivation level just now. Meng Xi beside Zhang Daoran, but found that Zhang Daoran seemed to be in a state of confusion and dullness.

"Becoming an immortal means becoming an immortal. Without becoming an immortal, there is no immortal. Do you still need to think about it?"

Meng Xi was a little strange, for example, at his cultivation level, he could clearly know what kind of cultivation level he was now.

Zhang Daoran didn't know what Meng Xi was thinking, and his cultivation level was. Zhang Daoran was practicing my Tao now. His cultivation level had reached the realm of creating the world, which was a great level higher than the realm of spiritual spiritual cultivation.

However, Zhang Daoran knew very well that his cultivation level was indeed not very high. However, the use of Taoism and strength was not comparable to the same cultivation level. For example, when Zhang Daoran was in the realm of the soul, he could easily kill a cultivator or cultivator in the realm of the soul in the realm of the soul in the realm of the soul in the instant.

"Perhaps, no one has ever walked this path, so the realm is so blurry."

Zhang Daoran calmed down and looked at Meng Xi, and suddenly smiled: "My nephew is accustomed to me, I have some insights just now."

Meng Xi was stunned, her eyes were a little panicked: "I hope I haven't disturbed the real person."

Regarding Meng Xi's alienation and refusal to others thousands of miles away, Zhang Daoran shook his head, flipped his palm, and the huge rock in front of him suddenly exploded. There was no sound, and it was divided into hundreds of small stones: "In fact, the mustard seed space does not require talisman spirit stones to attract."

After collecting the stones, Zhang Daoran turned around and pointed, and a purple light penetrated Mengxi's forehead: "My nephew helped me carve some stones. This Taoist method can be experienced by my uncle. If the opportunity arrives, I may be able to break through the state in front of me."

Zhang Daoran disappeared directly. Facing Mengxi, especially facing Mengxi alone, Zhang Daoran always had a feeling that it was difficult to see through Mengxi. The feeling of being able to see through the other party's inner activities at any time and controlling everything was useless in front of Mengxi.

Meng Xi, looking at the direction where Zhang Daoran left, suddenly raised her lips and an involuntary smile appeared on her cold face: "Zhang Zhenren, I feel like she is running away in panic."

Then a trace of sadness appeared on his face, and he looked into the distant sky. Meng Xi's eyes were a little angry: "However, he seemed to be deliberately playing with me just now."

Cultivating the ruthless way, Meng Xixun was cold all day long. Today, she smiled and got angry, and only felt her mind was shocked: "I am confused."

When he arrived at Sanqing Temple, Zhang Daoran entered the yard directly and returned to the old peach tree.

At this time, the yard was empty and the fireworks were still bright, and there was joy outside the yard.

Zhang Daoran did not go with them. Zhang Daoran didn't like this kind of excitement. Standing quietly alone in the distance and watching others' excitement was also a state of mind. Sitting on the stone pier, Zhang Daoran looked at the fireworks in the distance, feeling a little stunned.

When Meng Xi entered the yard, she saw Zhang Daoran who was stunned. Meng Xi, who had not seen Zhang Daoran for a long time, or was alone with Zhang Daoran, was also a little dazed, and she had an impression that she couldn't turn around: "What's wrong with him today?"

In Meng Xi's impression, Zhang Daoran always had a calm face, and everything was not lingering in his mind. He could not pay special attention to anything. He was floating outside the world, an image of a paradise.

Moreover, Zhang Daoran has never been so lost as he is today. In just a while, this was the third time Meng Xi had lost his mind when she saw Zhang Daoran.

"Mr. Nephew, come in and sit down."

Zhang Daoran's voice came, and Meng Xi was stunned.

This tone actually felt a sense of loss and a feeling of pain.

Meng Xi was a little solemn in her heart. Zhang Daoran today was a little abnormal, very abnormal.

When I walked into the yard, Meng Xi, who had originally not liked the lively atmosphere, wanted to go back to Qingzhai Dao Temple directly. After being in a strange way, I returned to Sanqing Temple again and saw a different Zhang Daoran.

"Don't be surprised, I am also an ordinary person, an ordinary cultivator on the road of cultivation. Perhaps the immortal Tao, becoming a god is not the kind you and I imagine, high above and cold and ruthless." Zhang Daoran's mind was a little lost today, but this kind of mind loss made Zhang Daoran's mind become more and more firm, and he could sense the rules of the law more clearly. Zhang Daoran did not deliberately suppress it, but let it go: "I will also be sad and lost, happy and unhappy."

"Practicing Taoism is to do what you do, and to let it go. Perhaps it is to limit some rules on the principle of doing what you do what you do," Zhang Daoran glanced at Meng Xi: "For example, the master nephew, who practices the ruthless Tao. The ruthless Tao is not truly ruthless, nor is it the path of practicing Taoism without joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. It is still a bit late after all."

Meng Xi frowned. Wuxu Dao was a path that Meng Xi had taken to cultivate Taoism. Of course, no one could give him guidance on this path. In the darkness, he gradually found a trace of light, so when it comes to cultivation, it is much faster than other second-generation disciples on Lake Center Island.

Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Daoran continued, "The meaning of the ruthless Tao itself is, only you practitioners can understand it best. And I also have some insights, but I don't know if it is useful."

"In the early stage of the path of ruthlessness, oneself forgets oneself, forgets troubles, forgets the past, and just yearns for the future. Therefore, if one can be free of distractions in his mind, his cultivation will move forward quickly. It is also because the mind has no distractions, so it will be difficult to improve the later level of cultivation. How can a heart hidden in the light, without experiencing filth or baptism of darkness, know that light is hope?"

In an instant, Meng Xi's heart was shocked.

If Meng Xi could not understand Zhang Daoran's every move when he was on the south slope, Meng Xi could not understand it. Now that Zhang Daoran said these words, Meng Xi immediately understood: "Zhang Zhenren, this is guiding me to practice Taoism."

Yes, the master is gone, and these elders of the master have not ignored Qingzhai Daoan because the master is gone.

This is the last thought, and this thought was instantly completely annihilated by another thought: "What is Tao Wurui? Is it true that I forget about love?"

Constantly thinking, constantly searching, looking for the truth that will allow you to understand.
Chapter completed!