(After a arduous journey, I finally arrived at the Luxun Academy of Literature in Beijing yesterday and settled down. Everyone knows that the Southern Dynasty is a thin southerner. I am a little uncomfortable when I suddenly come to the north, but I finally slowly recovered. This time I have to study at Luxun Academy in Beijing for two months and become classmates with a bunch of great gods. But as an author, the most important thing is to update, which is to show the readers - so, I will try my best to restore the 2 updates every day. Apologize again!)

A wonderful painting of a painting turned into a piece of white paper in an instant, with the ink on it falling like powder and falling. With such changes, even Wangji Zhenren was a little stunned and couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment.

You should know that this is not an ordinary painting, but a treasure that has been personally consecrated by Wangji Zhenren and tempered into a magic weapon. During the refining process, secret techniques are mixed and prohibited, and a unique mantra is needed to show the true seal.

I just showed this painting for Chen Sanlang to observe, which was to calm him down and treat the root of mental illness like a spring breeze and rain. I never thought that Chen Sanlang looked at it and directly regarded the painting as white paper.

As the owner of the painting, Wangji Zhenren naturally knew the representative meaning of this move - this was equivalent to Chen Sanlang destroying his magic weapon.

It is a bit inappropriate to say "destroy", but it should be said to be "absorbing". Because the moment the painting turned into white paper, Wangji Zhenren felt that the mood on the painting was like delicious food, and Chen Sanlang ate it in one bite.

To make an analogy, it is like Wangji Zhenren took out something to treat Chen Sanlang. He was originally planning to let the patient smell it and take a look, but the person ate it in one bite without hesitation.

What is this?

Even though Wangji has seen a lot of people, he is a little unacceptable and stares at Chen Sanlang with his eyes curled up, as if he is looking at a monster.

Although Xu Jun next to him didn't understand it very well, he saw that the painting turned into white paper. He could guess more or less. Knowing that this matter must be related to Chen Sanlang, he immediately thought to himself the word "女".

"Oh no, Saburo broke other people's things, I don't know how to compensate..."

As the protagonist, Chen Sanlang was still stunned and immersed in the new changes in the world in his mind: it was indeed a new life.

The world of mind that was like ruins was restored to order, and the clear and turbidity were clearly distinguished. The most important thing is that the "Haoran Silk Book" which is the fundamental to suppress the gods has condensed a new chapter. With it, it is equivalent to fundamentally solving the root cause of mental atrophy. Even if you still feel sick now, it is a superficial sign. Just rest for a few days, and all the symptoms of despair will be wiped out.

Suddenly, I opened my eyes and regained the past. Then I realized that the painting in front of me had turned into white paper. I was embarrassed.

"Ha ha!"

Wangji Zhenren suddenly smiled and looked very happy.

Chen Sanlang and Xu Jun looked at each other. They didn't understand why the other party suddenly laughed, and they smiled like a painting turned into white paper. It was not a loss, but a great thing.

"Opportunity. This is the opportunity!"

The real person smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, how do you feel now? Did you heal without medicine?"

As he said that, he reached out and stroked his beard. He covered up a trace of surprise that had been revealed before. It seemed as if everything was under control. It was unfathomable.

Chen Sanlang bowed and gave a gift: "Thank you for the real person's tea and painting."

Wangji Zhenren waved his hand slightly: "I am a person outside the world, so you don't have to be polite. The young master can understand the true meaning of the painting. This is your opportunity. In the Taoist sect, you will be free and happy, and you will not talk about the saying of the Buddhist family. Well, since the young master is no longer in trouble, please come out, and you will have some wealth and honor waiting."

A master, he is really a master...

Xu Jun secretly praised and admired it very much.

Wangji Zhenren's situation is actually somewhat similar to the generous and righteous people in the world, and he does not seek any reward. No wonder he treats patients for free, has a great reputation, and is indeed well-deserved.

Chen Sanlang and Xu Jun said goodbye and left.

The Taoist boy sent the two out of the Taoist temple and turned back to report.

Wangji Zhenren sat on the cushion, his eyes flashing, and he was very extraordinary. He suddenly sighed: "This child's energy is so wonderful. At first glance, he looked like a wild grass and had a poor life, but in fact, his light and darkness were hidden, and his mystery was hidden. Unfortunately, there was a mystery covering it, and it was difficult to understand even the art of looking at the Qi."

The Taoist boy heard this and asked, "What does the real person mean?"

Zhenren Wangji slowly said: "If this mystery is not protected by the treasure, it is another master who disturbs the secrets of heaven and casts spells on it... The fall of Zhengyang is not unfair."

When I looked up, I saw that the Taoist boy was still confused and thoughtfully reminded me, "Mingfeng, we have been in Chang'an for many years, what's the matter?"

Mingfeng Taoist Tong replied respectfully: "Just wait."

"Yes, waiting for someone to come, or waiting for something to happen. But in the final analysis, it is just to wait. And while waiting, we meet people appropriately and do things, without being impetuous or inaction. This is our attitude."

Speaking of this, I couldn't help but think of Taoist Master Zhengyang who died. In his opinion, Zhengyang was obviously an impetuous radical. He rushed to join the world and help the dragon in a confusing situation. He did not hesitate to hurt the world and sacrificed himself, but also helped the young master to accomplish things, and he was determined to make him a hidden dragon.

But the current situation is ever-changing, how can it be changed by human power alone? If the gun strikes the bird and sprints happily, it is the easiest to become a traitor.

The death of Zhengyang is a sign of disaster.

I sighed quietly, seemed to regret, seemed to feel emotion...

After leaving Kunlun Temple, Chen Sanlang turned around and looked at the Taoist temple, thinking about something.

"Sanlang, what are you thinking?"

Xu Jun asked.

Chen Sanlang replied: "It just feels a little strange..."

Xu Jun laughed: "Although people's hearts are unpredictable, I think this Taoist host has no malicious intentions."

Chen Sanlang said: "I know this too, but... forget it, let it go."

At this moment, my mind was clear and finally connected, and I knew where the "daily familiar" feeling of Wangji Real People came from--

On that stormy night at the Shan Temple, a sudden assassination and a whim move...

I still remember the unwilling shouts made by the unwilling cry of the paper man who turned into a Japanese and American hero who was revealed.

The sound overlapped little by little on Wangji's real person.

"So that's it!"

My heart suddenly became clear and many doubts disappeared.

"This Taoist should have recognized me, but he seemed to have no grudges and was very enthusiastic about healing his wounds..."

Chen Sanlang has no idea about the assassination of the Seventh Prince and the final purpose of the plan, and is too lazy to think about it at this stage. Because it involves the battle for the royal family to fight for the throne, he is not willing to be involved at present.

Now Chang'an seems to be in the eye of a storm. It looks calm but it is actually dangerous. At least it is not something Chen Sanlang can easily mix in at the moment.

"It seems that this palace examination requires some tricks, otherwise it will be difficult to leave Chang'an..."

The highly anticipated palace examination will be held soon. According to convention, three Jinshi in the first class will stay in Beijing to serve in the Hanlin Academy and become officials in Beijing. The second and third class Jinshi have the opportunity to release. For most students, staying in Beijing is the closest to the emperor, which is the best shortcut to the top, so they must win the top scorer and the second-level Tanhua...

But Chen Sanlang’s current thoughts have changed in vain. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!
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