Chapter 317: Deep palace

Zhu Zhuzhu wanted to take a shot when she found something wrong, so Daojun took her arm and shook her head slightly.
Zhu Zhuzhu knew in his heart that the elders were so determined today to overwhelm them and not allow the elders to let out this tone. I don't know how much trouble is waiting for them in the future.
The most important thing is that they still have the wise men behind them if they provoke the thunder of the elders.
险 They can't afford this risk.
Fortunately, Zhu Zhu also knew that no matter how elder the elder was angry, she should not have to kill Yin Zizhang and Ji Yougu on the spot, so she could only watch and wait for the elder to feel angry.
The strength is not as good as people, so it can only be so.
The endless ice-cold waves continue to impact Yin Zizhang and Ji Yougu. They are like small reefs in the sky. Looking at the next moment they will be wiped out by the giant waves. But when the waves recede, they still stand upright. In place.
After such a full tea hour, even Jia Huodao couldn't help admiring the two young people.
Such a huge pressure, even if the early monks like Yuan Daojun were not able to completely resist it, they joined forces to stand up to the present, it is a miracle.
Elder Wu also nodded secretly, but what he is going to do today is not to test their endurance line, but to stand up for it. If he delays so much, even if they finally overwhelm them, the deterrent effect is not strong enough.
So he immediately urged coercion immediately and suddenly increased the attack power of the two several times. Yin Zizhang and Ji Yougu simultaneously vomited blood and both fell to the ground.
The elder 收敛 condensed his breath and said calmly, "How does it taste?"
What Yin Zizhang wanted to say was stopped by Ji Yougu's eyes. They were really inferior to others. There was no need to ask for bitterness for the sake of a little bit of speech, especially their actions here represented part of the attitude of the Holy Wise.
If there is a gap between the Sages and the Three Sects, and they cannot take refuge in the kingdom of Dan, then it will easily become the first batch of sacrificial cannon fodder between the two sides.
Zhi Yin Zizhang understood the interests, and her lips were silent.
"You all go, you come with the emperor." The elder prestige made full use of it, pointing to Yin Zizhang to stand up and go out of the hall.
Swallow Yin Zizhang swallowed a few pills, slowly got up, and shook hands to Zhu Zhu and Ji Yougu: "It's okay, you go back first." After that, he followed the elder.
So late, Daojun laughed at Zhu Zhu: "Little girls don't have to worry. The elders are the most loved and will not embarrass your brother."
Zhu Zhu looked at the back of Yin Zizhang, and nodded silently.
She is not worried about Yin Zizhang's life safety. She is more worried that the elders will use her secrets and security to stab Yin Zizhang.
She didn't want A Zhang because she was a little wronged.
Without saying a word, Elder Grandma took Yin Zizhang slowly on the empty palace martyrdom.
His footsteps seem to have a magical rhythm, echoing the nature of the heavens and the earth, and each step falls on the most ingenious and appropriate position, not slow or slow, like walking in the clouds, indescribably elegant and elegant.
Yin Zizhang looked at it, but felt that the flow of true elements in his body seemed to be attracted by this unique rhythm. His whole person seemed to be integrated into the surrounding environment with this rhythm, turning into a breeze, turning into sunlight, Into nothingness ...
The Gong'e, who was responsible for the sweep on both sides of the martyrdom, seemed to be lost in this miraculous rhythm, not even finding that their supreme emperor was walking past them.
Xun Yinzizhang's footsteps have become unconsciously the same as those of the elders. The two are separated by a distance of seven or eight feet, but they seem to be inadvertently integrated into a whole.
Yun Yinzhang didn't know how long she had walked, and didn't even remember the way she had traveled, until the old man in front stopped suddenly, "Here it is."
He just returned to his mind for a moment, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he suddenly didn't know how to describe his mood.
In front of it is a low fence, unknown wild flowers swaying in the wind under the fence, and behind the fence is a small yard surrounded by grass. Several hens and their chickens paced leisurely on the grass. Barking. Thin sheets hang on a simple bamboo stand, exuding the fresh breath of warm sunshine.
There is also a water well not far from the bamboo stand. Two half-height water tanks are placed beside the well. A yellow dirt dog in the shadow of the water tank is lying on the ground bored and tail.
In the courtyard, there is a simple hut with blue tiles and gray walls. Under the eaves, there are three or five marinated and air-dried little beasts, and earthen curtains covered with floral flowers are undulating in the breeze. On the right side of the yard is a small fish pond with a few square feet, sparkling, and it can be seen that the fat fish occasionally churns with a splash.
Yun Yinzhang looked blankly at the familiar scene in front of her, such as in a dream, her sore nasal cavity, almost crying on the spot.
He has seen this scene countless times in his dreams. Almost all the good memories of his childhood happened in this kind of scene.
He seemed to see only two or three years old himself running and playing on the grass in the yard, laughing loudly for the scene of the chicken flying dog that he made, and then he slumped over the bamboo frame sadly and washed the mother away. Sheets fell off the ground.
Then the mother heard the sound and came out to see him holding his head and flat mouth to cry, both angry and funny, holding him up to spank him.
At this time, Dad would come out to rescue him quickly, and then promised with good temper that he would wash the sheets and make atonement for his son.
Yin Zizhang stood there in a stupid way, as if he could hear his father's hearty laughter, his mother's tenderness and tenderness, but all this quickly dissipated in the breeze.
The prospects of squinting eyes remain the same. Except for him who has grown up, and his elders who are silent, his parents are no longer there.
Yin Zizhang took two steps, reached out and gently pressed on the low wooden door in the middle of the fence ...
The rough wooden texture is so real, everything in front of me is not a hallucination, but Yin Zizhang is completely surprised.
This kind of scene should never appear in the magnificent Wu Guo Palace.
真正 This real home belongs to their family of three, far away from the southwest. He went back to see it many years ago, and it has already been razed to the ground. Why is this place reappearing?
He slowly turned his eyes to the elder, waiting for his answer.
The elder just said, "Your understanding is very good, but in a few moments I realized my method of doing exercises. Cultivation is not just a meditation retreat, you can breathe, say, act, and act with one hand It's a natural fit with the mysterious avenue of heaven and earth. "
他 In his opinion, Yin Zizhang's perception can no longer be described very well, it is simply against the sky.
He has also taught other Zhao Cai Zongmen people to practice this method, but even the natural father Lin Zhenjin, who is as talented as Yin Zizhang, took three days to fully understand, but Yin Zizhang was within a few minutes of this area. Realized 70% to 80%.
Putting it on weekdays, a madman such as Yin Zizhang can get the guidance of a Mahayana monk, and he will remember it carefully, but now, his mind is completely out of this.
Seeing that he was absent-minded and elder ecstasy was a little cold in his heart, the elder had a good sense of qualifications, but both father and son were a virtue, and they were nostalgic for these worthless things.
"You breathe in and wait for a while, then you will understand everything." The elder dropped this sentence and turned away.