Before the words were finished, the real person turned into a stream of light and flew away.

Everyone was shocked, and looked out, and saw the vast and heavy yellow auspicious clouds flying away, either riding on the clouds and fog, or riding on the back of a crane, and entering the highest Tianzhu Peak. It was dazzling and shocking. The old Taoist seemed to have thought of something, his eyes widened, and he walked forward step by step, saying, "This, this... is it..."

Cui Yuanzhen said: "Is that Taoist priest who came out of seclusion?"

Su Yue'er and the young man from the Cui family sighed: "I don't know what an important thing is."

Many real people gathered in front of the simple Taoist temple on Tianzhu Peak.

The Taoist, who was unknown to many years old, has already left the Taoist temple.

At this moment, I was holding a piece of paper in my hand, with new ink written poems on it.

He looked down at him.

Many real people are extremely respectful.

I don’t know how long it has passed, the Taoist who has been meditating here for thousands of years put down the white paper in his hand and suddenly spoke:

"I just meditated, like a dream but not a dream, as if I saw a picture and woke up."

Many real people are curious.

When meditating at Taoist sect, you must break the four gates and restrain the soul.

What a heavy thing that can awaken this person during meditation?!

One person took a step forward and asked:

"You dare to ask senior, what did you see?"

The Taoist put the white paper on the table, pondered for a long time, looked down at the world, recalling the breath he felt when he was meditating. He had already controlled this world. The world was so huge that there was really someone who could get close to such a close distance without him being aware of it. If the young man had not shown his breath [deliberately], he would not have noticed it...

I recalled the boy's eyes smiling, the old man caressed his beard, and the plum blossoms were in full bloom, as if they were illusory, but the white paper fell, but it was extremely real.

He clearly had such a way, but he showed his breath.

Too deliberate.

Could it be that I would like to remind me not to meditate here. Is it meaningless to meditate simply?

The immortal caresses my head, and the hair is full of immortality...

Is this poem a self-proclaimed?

So my heart couldn't help but feel ups and downs. After a long time, I sighed with a few complexities and said lightly:

"Under the plum tree, I saw a young man discussing the story with the old man."
Chapter completed!