Purple smoke curls upwards, white mist brings good fortune!
Fang Zong opened his eyes and found that he was no longer in the mountains and fields where he had fallen asleep.
He remembered clearly that he had found a crooked old tree that was still lush and leafy in autumn, and through its lovely branches that were slightly yellowish in autumn, he could see a river rushing in front of him.
Although the river was swift, fish were leaping and swimming around, making it exceptionally lively.
But it's not the same as I remember it now.
Beneath me was a smooth stone, its concave surface perfectly conforming to the principles of human biomechanics, making it incredibly comfortable to lie on.
The smooth, raised surface of the pillow perfectly supports the curve of the neck, and the back of the head is also soft, surprisingly a patch of soft moss.
Fang Zong looked down in surprise, his palm touching the moss. It was very soft and dry.
The surface of the moss was not at all the slippery, biologically expected appearance...
"Who has such great ability to move me to another place while I'm asleep?" Fang Zong asked Jiu Mei.
As he spoke, he looked around and found that the reclining ox stone beneath him was on a mountain path. The path wound upwards, but it was not winding. It was very long and extended with a slope that was almost like flat ground.
The path wasn't made up of steps, but rather a grassy area, soft and dry underfoot.
Ninth Sister said, "Dear Summoner, I don't know what's going on either, but this place is quite beautiful."
Fang Zong then asked, "Where's Da Huang?"
"I don't know, that bad cat disappeared in the blink of an eye."
Ninth Sister was also very puzzled.
She didn't need to sleep, so when Fang Zong fell asleep, she was wide awake.
Although I was a little distracted, thinking about how to beat people (actually, being beaten) in the game after returning to the city, Hu Batian disappeared in the blink of an eye.
In the blink of an eye, they were in a completely different place.
Let alone the entire Eastern Kingdom, even looking at the whole world, who has the ability to change the world like this?
Unable to get an answer from Jiu Mei, Fang Zong sat up and expanded his chest.
The muscles squeezed the blood, and the true yang energy burned with layers of flames.
The power within his body erupted continuously, once, twice, three times! He felt as if his arms had the strength of hundreds of thousands of pounds, and the flow of energy within his body was completely unimpeded.
"That's good, let's get going!"
Fang Zong burst into laughter and walked briskly along the mountain path.
Since someone moved him to a different place, it means someone is looking for him.
If someone is looking for him, then he should meet with them!
Between heaven and earth, among humans, ghosts, snakes, and gods, who has he ever feared?
The mountain road is flat, but that doesn't mean the peaks ahead aren't high.
The entire mountain road winds upwards at an incline of less than 10 degrees, making it seem even longer.
Fang Zongcai was too lazy to actually go around to the top. When he reached the foot of the mountain, he derailed and crashed, shooting up more than 100 meters.
The derailment collision had been integrated into the spell, but that didn't mean the spell had disappeared. It could still be used. Fang Zong continued to charge, breaking through countless clouds, and rushed straight up the mountain.
Looking down, you see fluffy white clouds.
Above the white clouds, there are colorful neon lights!
"So beautiful!" Fang Zong gasped.
He saw nothing on the mountaintop, but to the east of the mountaintop was a cloud of mist and fog. A narrow, grassy mountain path lay quietly in the mist, with small, oddly shaped rocks on either side. At the end of the mountain path, a magnificent five-story ancient palace was hidden in the mist and fog, with a rainbow bridge behind it, which seemed to be passable.
He landed on the Rainbow Bridge, and it felt as if he were standing on solid ground.
The Rainbow Bridge was exceptionally smooth, causing him to slide down and land directly on the long stone steps at the foot of the main hall.
Ahead lies the main hall, and behind it stretches a grassy field in front of it, where various flowers bloom in vibrant colors, appearing and disappearing amidst the milky white mist…
It's so beautiful that you'll want to stay forever!
Confucius said: "Is it not pleasant to learn with constant perseverance and application? Is it not delightful to have friends coming from afar? Is it not the mark of a gentleman to remain unperturbed when others do not recognize one's merits?"
Zengzi said: I examine myself three times a day: Have I been disloyal in serving others? Have I been untrustworthy in dealing with friends? Have I neglected to practice what I have been taught?
Confucius said: "Reviewing what you have learned and gaining new insights from it, you are fit to be a teacher..."
At this moment, a very faint sound of reading came from inside the ancient hall, sounding like a pedantic, impoverished scholar.
Fang Zong looked up and saw that the palace door was wide open, revealing a large prayer mat, on which sat an old man with a ruddy complexion.
The old man was dressed in a snow-white robe, which was very loose. His hair and beard were white, but his face was without a single wrinkle. He was in high spirits. He took a step and landed directly on the prayer mat, which was ten feet in diameter. He looked down at the old man from above.
The old man remained unfazed.
"Human or ghost?"
Fang Zong asked a question, frowned, and then uttered a word: "Monsters and immortals?"
"Neither human, nor ghost, nor god, just living upside down in the human world... Young man, sit down and talk."
The old man didn't even raise his head, sitting cross-legged neatly on the prayer mat. With a slight movement of the whisk in his hand, the prayer mat, which was ten feet in diameter, shrank by more than half.
He and Fang Zong had gotten much closer; after Fang Zong sat down, they were facing each other.
The two were only an arm's length apart.
Fang Zong cut to the chase and asked, "May I ask your name, senior?"
"Zhang Junbao," the old man casually uttered the name.
[Zhang Junbao? That name sounds familiar, what's going on? I can't remember it.]
Fang Zong's mind was in complete disarray.
He was certain he knew the name, and that it was very famous, and then…
He just can't remember!
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