?? Half a month later, Duan Minghui had already taken all the robbed pills, and his cultivation speed suddenly dropped. But he felt that his cultivation had reached a bottleneck and he was reluctant to interrupt it. So he continued to absorb the spiritual energy in the air, continued to meditate, and asked for a breakthrough in his cultivation. But unfortunately, three months later, he was still a little bit away from the talisman pill. He knew that this was not the reason for the accumulation of magic power, so he had to end his seclusion and practice and return to reality.

"Oh my God, you are finally awake! If you don't wake up, I'm going to stab you with a needle!" Duan Minghui just woke up and heard Fang Xueyao's complaints. He really found a long silver needle in her hand, the kind used for acupuncture and pricking acupoints.

"Why are you so anxious? Have you seen me pretend to die?" Duan Minghui stretched out and let the warm sunlight shine in from outside the window on his toned body.

"You are crazy, don't get close to the window! If grandpa discovers, we will die!" Fang Xueyao was shocked and pulled him away from the window. In this moment, Duan Minghui had already seen Mr. Fang who was watering flowers in the yard downstairs. Then he remembered that he was not at his own home, but staying in the boudoir of his granddaughter. He became nervous at the moment, but felt extremely exciting. Taking advantage of his girlfriend's pulling, he pressed him on the bed.

"What are you doing? I've been urged by my grandfather at night of getting up today. You can't-" Fang Xueyao struggled.

"It's okay, I will be quick. As long as you don't object, it's absolutely short, flat, and fast!" Duan Minghui leaned into her ear and laughed.

"No, Master Zhang Jinze of Longhu Mountain has been here several times and asked if we had arrived in the capital. He said the conference was about to start at 10 o'clock, and they were still waiting for you, the master, to give them a lecture." His girlfriend Fang Xueyao gasped.

"They are all very old and don't rush to practice Taoism. We should not be too busy. We should start early and end early." Duan Minghui insisted.

"Oh, I really can't do anything to you. Has the sound insulation barrier been laid?" Fang Xueyao finally chose to compromise.

"I'm not a barrier, it's a Buddhist thing. I'm an authentic Taoist silent magic..." Duan Minghui corrected.

"Is there any difference? Do you want to come?" said my girlfriend Fang Xueyao with a soft shoulder half-exposed.

"Come on! Just call me whatever you want! I'm here!" After saying that, Duan Minghui pounced on food and pressed her under him, but she was pressed by her skillfully.

"I want to be on it!" She was proudly like a female rider.

"But I'll be on it faster-" he argued.

"I don't care, I'll be on it! This is my room, I want to be the master of the house!" She did not give in.

"Okay, okay, but you can't be lazy! We're in a hurry!" He finally compromised.

Forty minutes later.

"I said that I will be faster and save time when I am on it." Duan Minghui panted and leaned into his girlfriend's ear.

The latter, who was paralyzed, ignored him at all.

"Hey, we're getting up, we still have to catch a plane." A few minutes later, he urged her to clean up his personal hygiene.

"You go, I won't go anymore. I'm so tired. I want to sleep!" Fang Xueyao hugged the quilt, curled up in a ball, and said in a vague way.

"No, you are a special forces soldier. If you have such a little exercise, you can't do it? You can't do it, Comrade Fang——" Duan Minghui said excitedly.

"If you don't go, you won't go. What's the point of a group of old men having a meeting? I want to sleep. You go alone. Remember to come back tonight. Just don't be hooked up by the měinǚ from the capital." My girlfriend Fang Xueyao turned around and said with her back to him.

"Aren't you sick? Didn't you just wake up? You did exercise, why are you sleepy again?" Duan Minghui asked with some concern. He carefully checked her body with his spiritual sense and found that except for a little mental depression, everything was quite normal.

"I don't know either. Every time I get intimate with you, I always feel very tired. It's not that I'm physically tired or mentally tired, but I'm probably too devoted and too exciting, right?" Fang Xueyao guessed.

"Okay, you have a good rest. I'll go alone. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll be back in the evening. Wait for me." He kissed her forehead, packed up her clothes, made an invisible hole, and flew out of the window.

In order to hurry, he flew directly to the airport and left a fog. He took a casual car for rent and entered the airport. The time was just right. He checked the ticket, boarded the plane, and took off. After a little more than an hour, he had arrived in the capital.

"The speed of this passenger plane is much faster than myself, and the power of technology cannot be underestimated!" He sighed and left the airport.

I took a car and reported the driver the address. Because I didn't have to go into the city, the car was very fast. After only an hour, I arrived at the foot of the Xishan Mountain.

"...... Is my buddy here for a trip? Is it really good in Beijing? There are... but there are not many people like me who get off the plane and go straight to this place!" The taxi master in Beijing is worthy of being famous in the country, and he never stopped talking along the way. Duan Minghui was not annoyed, and he chatted with him in a mess. When he arrived at the place, he called 153. The driver directly wiped the fraction of the money and gave it to 155. Duan Minghui was not pretentious either, and gave it to 200 and found a fifty-tenth.

"Goodbye, buddy!" The taxi master said hello and turned around.

Because it is a tourist area, there are quite a few people going up the mountain. Duan Minghui let go of his spiritual sense and quickly found the place, avoided the crowd, hid his figure, and flew directly towards his destination.

Surprisingly, the entrance to the destination he sensed was actually a pavilion with people coming and going. Tourists were shuttled.

"It's interesting." I think it's the first level to find the entrance, and how to enter the meeting without disturbing these ordinary people is the second level to the meeting.

This level of test is not difficult for him who can be invisible, but he wants to see how everyone else does it. So he didn't go in and sat on a large bluestone not far from the pavilion, waiting to see how other participants got in.

The first one to arrive was an old man wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe. Because there were many Taoist temples on the mountain, it was not very noticeable. The old Taoist nodded at Duan Minghui when he walked past Duan Minghui, obviously recognizing his extraordinary identity, and was somewhat wise. Seeing that Duan Minghui just nodded slightly to respond, knowing that he had no intention of walking with him, he walked towards the pavilion.

The location of the pavilion is higher than the surrounding terrain. It is built on a small slope, with several bluestone paths that can be directly connected to it. The pavilion is elegant and unique, and the location is good. Naturally, many tourists want to go upstairs and rest to enjoy the scenery. However, they can't go upstairs, but they can't go upstairs. Most people will unconsciously change their minds after being surrounded and no longer want to go to the pavilion. However, there are also a very small number of those who are pure and firm in their will not give up and try constantly. After finding that they can't get upstairs at the pavilion, they are like Duan Minghui, squatting or sitting under the pavilion, watching others go upstairs.

Duan Minghui noticed that the old Taoist had just stepped on the path leading to the pavilion, and a breath of indifferent dust came out of his body. Affected by this aura, the people who had stared at him intently blinked and blinked, and then looked around as if they had lost his trace. But in Duan Minghui's eyes, the old Taoist was clearly walking towards the pavilion.

"Yeah, it's a bit interesting." Duan Minghui said to himself. A middle-aged man with a beard approached Duan Minghui and asked in a low voice: "Hey, brother, have you seen the old Taoist who was walking up the pavilion just now?"

"Old Taoist? What old Taoist? I didn't notice it." Duan Minghui said.

"Didn't you discover the secret of this small pavilion and specifically seeking immortality here? How could you not notice such a big person coming here?" said the middle-aged man.

"Immortality? What kind of fairy fate? Brother, you are so old, why do you still believe in this thing?" Duan Minghui's heart moved, but he laughed without hesitation.

"Hmph, don't be as knowledgeable as you ordinary people who have no wisdom!" The middle-aged man walked away angrily and went to chat with others.

Duan Minghui ignored him and continued to wait. The second person who went to the pavilion appeared. It was a woman, a very beautiful woman, who looked very young. Every move was full of charm. As soon as she appeared, all the men around her were attracted by the eyes. Several men's female companions ate, pinched their male companions hard, and hurriedly pulled them away.

The woman walked to a path in the pavilion, and the middle-aged man and other persistents raised their hearts to their throats: Such a charming woman who is inverted and inverted will definitely be able to get up there. This is the voice of all of them. Unexpectedly, the woman did not go up, but twisted her waist, walked to other paths, and quickly walked away. The middle-aged man and others couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, accompanied by some kind of gloating.

Duan Minghui could see clearly that the woman had not left, but had directly embarked on the road to the pavilion. The figure leaving was just an illusion.

"What a clever illusion! But his breath is not right, and he doesn't look like a person in the right way." He secretly concluded.

The third one came was a group of people, including old and young, men and women, like a whole family to play outdoors. When they reached the pathway uphill, everyone was not optimistic about them. Just as they were about to watch them laugh, they were so confused that they were walking downhill like others, a fog floated over, covering their bodies, and the crowd disappeared on the path.

It was originally very strange that such thick fog appeared on the mountain, but strangely, except for the middle-aged man and a few others, the other tourists seemed to turn a blind eye to it, and they continued to play.

Several more participants came one after another, and the Eight Immortals crossed the sea and showed their magical powers. Without alarming ordinary tourists, they went to the pavilion and entered the venue.

Seeing that it was getting late, Duan Minghui didn't want to wait any longer. So Shi Shiran stood up and walked towards the path of the upstairs.

The middle-aged man noticed his movements, looked disdainful, and turned around and pointed at his companions and was talking and laughing, obviously mocking him for being overestimated. But to their surprise, the young man who had been sitting on the big bluestone pretending to behave suddenly turned around and smiled slightly at them, and disappeared in front of them for no reason!

"Is he a master? I really fucking know the true immortal in front of me!" The middle-aged man slapped himself hard!

Duan Minghui, who was concealed, walked to the pavilion and observed it carefully with his spiritual sense. He could not feel anything except the portal in the middle that seemed to lead to another space.
Chapter completed!