The little nun opened his mouth and said, "Why, where did you eavesdrop on my master's name?"

This time it was Zhang Yang's turn to be surprised. "Does this look like a teacher to you?"

"It's natural. If you have an apprentice of a talented like me, you will naturally have a master." The nun said with his head high.

"Okay, let's stop talking about this. Master Kaidi, take me to meet your master!"

The young nun said angrily in displeasure, "The master said, no one can bring anyone to see her casually!"

Zhang Yang delayed and turned his eyes and said, "This is a life-saving event!" And that person is also an old man who loves the teacher too much. He told me that he loves the teacher too much, let me do it."

The little nun was a little uncertain and thought or said, "Okay, for food, I will take you to see my master once!" But if you are beaten by my master, don't blame me!"

"Yes, yes! Thank you, Master! The little master is such a Bodhisattva!" Zhang Yangshun praised his memory. However, there were some murmuring words in his heart. Is this love too much about the teacher's words and hitting people? I hid my heart in the dark.

Maybe it was so comfortable, the little nun of the colorful butterfly invited Zhang Yang to ride with her horse. She whistled, and then saw a white crane flying from the mountain with only a few flapping wings. Then she walked to the calf and fell in front of her. The little nun jumped up, looked back at Zhang Yang, and smiled and said, "Okay, get up, I'll take you to meet my master."

Zhang Yang looked at the crane with his confused eyes, his heart could not step on it to death, and gently walked up the steps.

Bai He seemed to feel a little touched, and shouted with flamboyant dissatisfaction, immediately flapped his wings and soared into the air.

Through the mountains and verdant peaks, in the white clouds, in the fog, lingering between the sea, the breeze blows, does not float, overlooking all living beings, my heart is excited!

The feeling of flying is really comfortable. Zhang Yang feels that his heart is flying. No wonder the world envys those who can climb mountains and catch the moon and fly to the earth!

Unfortunately, if you really want to fly to Earth, you can only reach the fulcrum of heaven without flying magic to travel for nine days.

The spiritual realm of a practitioner can be divided into: the realm of humanity, the realm of cultivation, the realm of the earth, and the realm of the sky. For ordinary practitioners, it is extremely difficult to enter the realm of practice, not to mention the deeper and broader nature of the world.

The Tiankun masters in the entire sky and cloud world can be no more than a few hundred people, and one of them is not a dominant educational force for one side.

But after a while, the two of them drove the crane and flew to a place in Qingxia Mountain, but saw a surging waterfall, ancient cedars. A sky hanging in the Milky Way, with nine sea clouds surrounding their feet!

Zhang Yang walked to the crane, and the butterfly nun pointed to the bamboo house in the green bamboo room and said, "My master is there, you can go find her from now on."-g. He flew away through the clouds.

Zhang Yang then raised it to the bamboo house and gradually heard the sound of wooden fish inside. He was afraid that the owner's family would see it strange, so he stood in front of the house and said, "Can Teacher Love be inside?" The younger generation has requirements."

Mu Yu's voice, then he heard only anger: "Who are you?" Dare to break into my clinic! No, the first time attack, don't kill him! Go out!"

At this time, a strong wind blew from the thin air to Zhang Yang, as if sweeping it out of the nine heavens and ten places.
Chapter completed!