The indescribable Taoist Lord

The weather in Chang'an School was just right, but in March, the branches were covered with clear early cherry blossoms.

This thing is not flattering, the decoration is just right, it is a peace flower, but it is better than the peony, and it has attracted the favor of many major repairmen.

Although the students prefer things like Mei Lan, when they reach the same vision and level as the great cultivators, they have no choice but to fall in love with Tang Ying.

Zhang Qinghe had no intention of admiring the flowers. It didn't mean that he, like the vendors setting up stalls, the shouting turtle men, and the old men selling charcoal, worked hard to make a living all day long, never seeing the light of day when they raised their heads.

Being in Chang'an School, one has already become a part of the vested interests of the Immortal Tang Dynasty. During the 5,631 years since the founding of the Immortal Tang Dynasty, those who conquered, managed, and planned operations were most likely "people" in Chang'an School. Master".

"Sir, the spring is cold and it won't last long before your health starts to improve. Why don't you go back to your house earlier." Seeing Zhang Qinghe wearing a plain fur coat, pacing back and forth between the pavilions, frowning and thinking, he coughed a few times for no reason. Changsui Xiaowu couldn't help but express concern.

"No need." Zhang Qinghe dissuaded him lightly.

These long attendants are the people hired by the Chang'an School to take care of the students' daily life - those who come to the school for further study are all outstanding talents from the state capital. Although the masters resist the flashy habits of the rich and powerful families and do not allow private servants and bookboys, they will not The scholars suffered injustice in their lives.

How could he know that the person he was serving had changed overnight?

Zhang Qinghe never imagined that one day such a ridiculous thing as time travel would happen to him.

Although he also reads online articles for entertainment on weekdays, he is already past the second grade of middle school, and his life is dull and fulfilling. No matter what, he can't even think of time travel.

How could a small cold lead him to such a specious, exaggerated and mysterious world of spiritual practice from heaven?

Moreover, Chang'an School is the heart and soul of the country, and it has its own set of procedures for handling and screening of property seizures. Even if he inherits the memory of his predecessor, if he is found to have a drastic change in temperament, he will have to be sent to a bad person to be tortured.

Fortunately, Zhang Qingping was usually withdrawn, and he neither made many friends nor got close to a good mentor. In terms of family relationships, it is the protagonist's parents who died. His father was a former palace official and led Fang Lantai, but was assassinated by an adulterer. His mother became depressed and became ill, and died within a few years.

After the party struggle came to an end and he was rehabilitated in a conciliatory manner, he became a famous Qingliu and was introduced to the Chang'an School, where he could enjoy the great fortune his parents had risked their lives for.

To outsiders, it doesn't sound miserable enough.

However, only Zhang Qinghe knew that Mr. Zhang, who had just entered the school, passed away at midnight last night because he "occasionally caught wind and cold" in the Hengchun Formation, which was constantly running in the Chang'an school and was warm in winter and cool in summer.

This is a danger signal.

Not only does someone not want him to continue living, but this person must be very courageous. At the same time, this courageous person must also have a lot of energy.

Of course he had never offended anyone, so the murder could only have come from his cheap parents.

These cheap parents also caused me a lot of trouble with cheap enemies.

Zhang Qinghe smiled bitterly.

He was in the Wenyuan in Chang'an City. Unlike the Zhenyuan in Tahaotian, the Wenyuyuan did not have a major repairman in charge. Except for a very limited number of masters, its daily security relied on the bad guys and Zhijinwu in Chang'an City.

Even so, there are not more than ten people in this city who dare to take action in Chang'an School. Because to take action in the school, you have to have the confidence to directly talk to Chang'an School and settle the matter.

Or, simply, he is a relative of a certain Daxiu in Chang'an School.

Zhang Qinghe couldn't care about who this person was for the moment. To say what he cared about most right now, he cared most about whether he could survive.

This is a bizarre and bizarre world of immortality, with immortal, free-spirited powerful beings sitting outside the sky, and perhaps there are geniuses who can control the wind and rely on reality, or fight dragons and ride dragons to compete for the throne.

The blood that had not been touched for a long time in the Celestial Dynasty gradually changed from cold to agitated. Now that he had come to this world, he didn't want to end up in this small literary academy without taking a good look at it.

"If you want to survive, you have to increase your attention, show your value, and gain the favor of the masters and teachers in Chang'an School."

Zhang Qinghe silently calculated in his heart.

"There are also the old disciples of my father, who are a force that cannot be ignored. Although the political enemies have been eliminated, rewards and compensation have long been in my hands, and as a weathervane, I am no longer useful to today's officials, but these fathers Among my old friends, there are some nostalgia for old feelings."

"What's more important is practice."

Not everyone has the talent for spiritual practice.

Although this dynasty is known as the Immortal Tang Dynasty, only a small number of the princes in the court have the ability to cultivate themselves. On the contrary, the Li family of the royal family is born with the qualifications to cultivate immortality. This is the remnant of a succession of saints and even near-immortals who have attained the fruition status in their ancestors. Such a family, known as the descendant of immortals, has a mystery that is not worthy of outsiders.

Zhang Qinghe is qualified for cultivation, which is one of the reasons why he entered this top university with mediocre literary talent. Although he has never tried to understand the practice method, in fact, with his talent, he has already half-stepped into the door of practice.

——Some people can't take such a step in their lives. They are unfortunate, but they are also happy.

Zhang Qinghe didn't know why, but he thought of a kind of fish.

In this life, Zhang Qinghe had seen that kind of small fish by the Wei River, with thin scales and a palm long. They were born in the sun of Wei and Ba. They were good at singing and were called floats. They had amazing jumping power and lightness between their bodies. The bones seem to be born to jump out of the water.

Whenever Futu saw the shadows of people or birds and animals reflected in the water, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and jumped up to find out. With this leap, he was in mid-air above the water.

As a result, they are often preyed upon by birds or caught by fishermen. Even if they are not controlled by other objects, the floating creatures that fly ashore will not survive for long. Their gills and eyes are extremely fragile and cannot even touch the dust in the air. Even the strong ones among them will bleed to death in less than a moment.

But this stupid thing, Futu, has an extremely powerful ability to survive and reproduce in water, and it is inexhaustible. Chives are loved by animals, birds, and even fishermen. They are the cheapest and most delicious among the markets in Chang'an.

Do you think you can conquer eagles and birds, and can defeat humans and beasts?

No, they just saw those phantoms and thought they would fly out and reach another world.

In fact, this idea is indeed correct.

——But Futu’s mistake may be that after flying out of his own world, he thought he could be equal to the creation that exists in the other world, and forgot his own limitations.

However, this is a blind spot shared by all things, and the Futu people just put this shortcoming in an obvious position.

Zhang Qinghe thought of this fish inexplicably and was a little confused. He just sorted out his thoughts carefully and planned to try to cultivate Qi.