Who is this man?

Beautiful and handsome.

The cultivation level is so high again...

He and himself are usually in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul technique.

He looked at himself and smiled, looking quite enthusiastic.

True Lord Puyang could not stand the man's gaze and unconsciously turned his gaze elsewhere.

"Well... I am Chen Yishu, don't know the name of Yougao?" Puyang Zhenjun, wearing a four-colored robe, said loudly with his fists.

Zhu Zishan smiled slightly and laughed loudly, "Hahahaha... It turns out that the famous Huosian Palace Lord Puyang Zhenjun is called Chen Yishu."

"Fellow Taoist laughed at me. That was just a group of names that were blindly chosen by younger generations, and it was really not worth mentioning." Chen Yishu said with a smile on her lips.

"Hahahaha...Miss Chen, your name is well-known, and the name of True Lord Puyang is well deserved, and you don't need to be humble. As for the name of this..."

He said that Zhu Zishan paused slightly, and then said loudly: "I'm surnamed Zhu and my name is Kov."

"It turns out that it is fellow Taoist Zhu. My fellow Taoist has such a high level of cultivation. I believe that he is definitely not an unknown person. But my little girl has never heard of fellow Taoist Zhu's name. Could it be that fellow Taoist is not a cultivator in the Dongsheng human world?"

This Puyang Zhenjun is indeed a Nascent Soul cultivator who has been in seclusion for many years.

You should know that although Zhukov's name is not obvious among the Nascent Soul cultivators, it is still quite famous among the Jindan cultivators.

More than a hundred years ago, Zhu Zishan participated in the Tianjian Mountain Sword Contest. The god-transformed monk Li Jian Zhenjun exposed Zhu Zishan's identity in front of many Jindan-stage monks. At that time, Zhu Zishan called himself Zhukov.

"Haha...Miss Chen, in fact, Zhu was indeed born in the Dongsheng human race, but Zhu had to travel around, but he didn't like fighting,..."

"Hundreds of years ago... I went abroad and luckily obtained this kind of cultivation..."

"In the past year, Zhu returned to Dongsheng and went back to Yongzhou to take a look. Things had changed a lot, so he no longer had the thought of leaving any more. He just wanted to go overseas again, but he didn't expect to meet Miss Chen on the road." Zhu Zishan explained with a smile.

"Oh...so that's it."

Chen Yishu nodded, then asked with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Zhu... Are you a casual cultivator Penghai?"

"Zhu has no sect or sect, and he is indeed a casual cultivator in Penghai." Zhu Zishan replied.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu... I'm not sure about it. Although my Huoluan Palace has a top-level art cultivation inheritance of "Sun True Fire Art", not many people are willing to take the path of art cultivation. Most of the disciples are sword cultivation..."

"More than a hundred years ago, there was a magic seedling in our sect, but unfortunately he fell in the battle with others..."

"Over the years, my palace has only been able to understand the fire-type magical powers, and there is not even a single person to communicate with each other. I have been working behind closed doors for a long time, and my cultivation has long stopped moving..."

"Fellow Daoist Zhu, you and I have also comprehended the Great Way of Heavenly Fire. I wonder if I am willing to communicate more." Chen Yishu said enthusiastically.

"Hehe... Therefore, I dare not ask for it as I wish." Zhu Zishan said with a smile.

...

In the air.

Two rays of light flashed by.

Zhu Zishan and Puyang Zhenjun were only a few dozen meters apart, and they flew quickly towards the Dongsheng human land while driving the escape light.

"Miss Chen... Do you know that the sea of ​​suffering recorded in the Buddhist scriptures actually exists. The residents of the sea of ​​suffering even feed on cow urine and bathe with cow dung..." On the way to fly, Zhu Zishan talked about his experience as a casual cultivator.

The true king of Puyang, Chen Yishu, also heard it very interestingly.

The casual cultivator has no sect constraints, and he comes and goes freely, and can travel through famous mountains and rivers freely and see different customs and cultures.

The story of the bitter sea told by Zhukov's random cultivator made Chen Yishu feel extremely interesting.

"There is no distinction between people and animals in the sea of ​​suffering, people and monsters live in the same city, and people and beasts live in harmony."

"Home with beasts? How to clean up the defecation of that beast?" Chen Yishu asked with a strange look on his face.

“No need to clean up.”

“Why?”

"I just told you that they bathed with cow dung, and the monster dung was extremely clean and sacred to them. When they stayed on the street, the street was filled with fragrance. It was like eating it into their stomachs.

"Hehehe... This is really worthy of being a sea of ​​bitterness." Chen Yishu actually covered her mouth and laughed.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is indeed like this..."

Zhu Zishan and Shen Yishu, two eighth-level existences, walked quickly to Yongzhou while chatting, and fell into a mortal city.

In an unknown restaurant.

Two monks in the middle stage of the cause actually started to eat mortals and drink mortals’ wine.

After Zhu Zishan talked about the experiences of the sea of ​​bitterness, Puyang Zhenjun Chen Yishu also talked about her own experiences, such as the underground abyss, the Red Sea Desert, and the East China Sea islands...

In the evening.

Zhu Zishan and Shen Yishu walked side by side on the street.

From the initial distance between kilometers, then 100 meters apart, then dozens of meters apart, they began to walk side by side after a meal in the human town, and there was almost no defense between the two.

Bang!

A firework in the sky surprises.

"Then you seem to have a poetry party, let's go and have a look together." After Zhu Zishan finished speaking, he took Chen Yishu's hand.

The true king of Puyang, Chen Yishu, looked at the hand that was held by Zhu Zishan and did not resist. Instead, he followed Zhu Zishan to the poetry meeting without hesitation.

Chen Yishu was holding hands by Zhu Zishan, and broke into the poetry gathering crowded with people.

"Don't block the way!" Suddenly a man came pushing the wooden cart.

"Be careful." Zhu Zishan pulled Chen Yishu with one hand, held her waist with the other hand, gently walked into his arms, and avoided the wooden car.

"Does this car hurt me?" Chen Yishu said with a blushing face.

"I'm afraid you will hurt him," Zhu Zishan explained.

At this time, Zhu Zishan still pulled Chen Yishu's hand without letting go.

Suddenly.

I heard an artist standing on the platform with a loud voice and chanting: "Ask the world, what is love? It is to teach you life and death to agree with each other..."

"The two passengers flew from all over the world, and the old wings have been in the cold and heat..."

"Who is the clouds in thousands of miles, and the snow in the mountains and the shadows are all going to?"

Smack sex...

A group of literati and poets from the audience applauded.

"This is Zhukov's poem!"

"This is the best poem written by the great poet and great writer Mr. Zhukov."

"Ph! Mr. Zhukov's best writing is to drink."

"The song in the past and present lives is better written."

"Mr. Zhukov's poems illuminate the earth of ancient and modern times!"

"Mr. Zhukov, he is such a god-given man."

"The sky did not give birth to Zhukov, and the literary world will be as eternal as the long night!"

Listening to the cheers beside him, Chen Yishu glanced at the handsome man holding his hand with his eyes and asked, "It's you?"

Zhu Zishan smiles without saying anything, which is equivalent to default.

"You are so awesome." Chen Yishu praised from the bottom of her heart.

"Miss Chen... let's go over there and have a look." Zhu Zishan pulled Chen Yishu to another crowded place, where he was watching the show.

In the human towns, we either read poetry or lights.

This is extremely boring for ordinary monks, but it is a bit novel about the True Lord Puyang who has been in seclusion for hundreds of years to comprehend the Taoist Dharma.

That night.

They wrote poems together, painted together, tasted wine together, but did not fall asleep together.

When I reached the realm of True Lord Puyang, I didn’t say that I could sleep at all.

When the True Lord of Puyang was almost done, he decisively proposed to leave.

After all, it is okay to adjust the things in the mortal world occasionally, but it is really not possible to be contaminated for a long time. This has violated the original intention of the cultivator.

After all, what practitioners always pursue is freedom and freedom, and stay away from the mortal world.
Chapter completed!