Great Sui Undead

One hundred thousand mountains.

Sun Simiao's thatched cottage.

"Pure Yang Palace!"

Xiantian really opened his eyes, crossed his legs in the room, was wearing a green shirt, and there was a streamer turning around his body, looking quite miraculous.

"Chunyang Palace is worthy of being one of the leaders of Kendo, and there are five hundred disciples in it, all of them are good seedlings of Kendo." Xiantian Zhenshen said to himself, just now he had a feeling for Chunyang Palace.

"It's a good thing that the first real body has gone to Chunyang Palace. And I don't have to worry about him too much. I underestimated him before, and I never thought that I would actually find a way for him." Li Shanfeng thought to himself, feeling a little flustered in his heart.

"Hehe, that's natural."

Sun Simiao walked in and took the words: "The founder of Chunyang Palace is one of the eight immortals in ancient times."

"Back then, with a sword, his patriarch killed a demon god in Wawu Mountain with a single blow, and thus established the Chunyang Palace. His cultivation was extraordinary and holy, and there are few comparables in the world."

"Oh!"

The Xiantian real body came down from the bed and walked towards Sun Simiao, his eyes were full of surprise, the demon god is not simple, but an existence that surpasses the demon king, it is so terrifying to be able to kill the demon god with one move.

"Demon God?"

Sun Simiao nodded, and said: "Up to now, the pangolins have always wanted to avenge their ancestors."

"Is it a pangolin?" Li Shanfeng was curious.

"Yes, the body of the demon god was originally an ordinary pangolin back then. Because of a certain chance, his cultivation level increased and he broke through to the demon god. After he became a demon god, he caused disaster and attracted one of the eight immortals."

"Although this demon god was beheaded, half of its primordial spirit escaped. In order to prevent it from reincarnating and causing chaos, this real person established the Chunyang Palace in Wawu Mountain, leaving a part of the inheritance." Sun Simiao entered the room, He sat down on his own and spoke slowly.

"So that's how Chunyang Palace came to be like this. It's just that the founder of the Kaipai left some inheritance at will."

Li Shanfeng felt unbelievable. Only a part of the inheritance can make the Chunyang Palace stand at the pinnacle of swordsmanship. How powerful the person who left the inheritance must be.

"Your avatar entered the Pure Yang Palace?!"

Li Shanfeng sat down along the edge of the table, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of tea for Sun Simiao: "That is not my clone. He has thoughts and his own consciousness. Strictly speaking, he is him and I am me."

"Hehe, the same, the same, the same soul imprint." Sun Simiao said hehe, shaking the teacup in his hand.

Li Shanfeng pondered for a while, and asked, "Why is Master Sun in this deep mountain and old forest?!"

"You're a monk." Sun Simiao responded.

Hearing this, Li Shanfeng was a little contemptuous in his heart. He was talking sarcastic words, and he said that he wanted to break through the realm, so why talk so much?

"Well, here you are!" Sun Simiao put down his teacup, and suddenly took out an envelope from his pocket.

"what is this?!"

Li Shanfeng took the envelope with doubts in his eyes.

"It's not that my nephew asked me to hand it over to you. It seems that something happened in Zhuojun City." Sun Simiao said.

Li Shanfeng opened the envelope and scanned it quickly. When he was young, his face was a little cloudy.

To the effect:
The samurai family was in crisis, and a powerful enemy came to the door, forcing them to hand over manggucao and all their family property. The samurai asked Zhang Jiao for help, but Zhang Jiao was helpless, and then there was this letter.

Zhang Jiao was eating official meals, so he couldn't stay outside for a long time, so he returned to Zhuo County a few months ago.

"It seems that the matter of casting the sword has to be postponed again." Li Shanfeng muttered, the warrior Xun had already taken refuge in him, and he was his man, so he had to come forward to solve this matter.

And the samurai is not a sign of premature death.

"Leave?!" Sun Simiao asked.

Li Shanfeng nodded. Under the guidance of Sun Simiao, the hidden danger has been resolved, and there is no need to stay.

At present, although his realm has not reached the realm of the real body and the Yangshen, his combat power is already comparable to the real body and the Yangshen.

If the vision of the rebirth grass is released again, isn't it that the real body is not bad? It is enough to confuse the real one, and it should be able to deter those who covet the reckless grass.

Adding the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, it means that God will come, and he will not give face if he says no.

"My people, not anyone can move if they want, even gods and demons." Li Shanfeng's face was calm, and there was a hint of domineering in his eyes.

Hearing this, Sun Simiao's eyes flashed a bright light.

Li Shanfeng turned his head and looked at Sun Simiao in front of him. Although this old Taoist priest looked ordinary, he was actually a real Yangshen.

The strength is very strong.

Li Shanfeng stood up and bowed to Sun Simiao: "For a while, thank you, Sun Zhenren, I owe Li Shanfeng a favor."

"Healing the wounded and saving lives is a poor way. I can't say thank you, but I have a good relationship with you." Sun Simiao raised Li Shanfeng's hands.

Hearing this, Li Shanfeng couldn't help being stunned, and then smiled: "Hahaha, a real person is worthy of being a real person, so let's make a good relationship."

In other words, Daoist Yangshen is already a strong man in this world, he can rule the world, what can't he do?
People who have cultivated to this level, how can they not understand that they are the root.

Human affection is relative.

For some people, favors are real favors, for others, favors are not necessarily favors.

There are a lot of people who owe favors to Sun Simiao, not only because he is a real Yangshen, but also because of his title of 'King of Medicine'.

Such as Li Shanfeng himself, such as Yu Juluo and so on.

Just like modern life, those wealthy, powerful, family, and powerful people would not want to be good friends with a genius doctor.

It can save lives at critical moments.

If you want to say who has good resources, good doctors must be listed first.

"Hehe, little friend, please do your own thing, and if possible, please take care of my unworthy nephew." Sun Simiao said casually.

"It's easy to say, Zhang Jiao has a good talent."

Li Shanfeng said with a smile that his impression of Zhang Jiao was pretty good.

Sun Simiao nodded, stood up, walked out of the gate, and called out to the black bear spirit in the distance: "Heixiong, send little friend Shanfeng out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

After speaking, Sun Simiao went away.

The black bear nodded, and rushed to Li Shanfeng's door with one stride.

"Boy, what, you're leaving?" Black Bear walked into the room and sat down, as if I were the uncle.

Li Shanfeng was speechless, he was too rude, and said angrily: "Can't you learn the etiquette of others?"

"If you don't learn, if you don't learn, it's all things that bind people."

"A bunch of crap."

Hearing this, Li Shanfeng was speechless for a while. If the Confucianists heard it, he would have to beat the black bear, and even put him in a cage to educate him.

Seemingly feeling Li Shanfeng's helplessness, Hei Xiong couldn't help laughing: "I prefer Buddhist theory. Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all beings. Why should we wait for the monster race to be inferior to the human race?"

"Benefactor, Amitabha."

The black bear spirit looked around to make sure there was no one there, so he hurriedly said a few Buddhist words, even 'Amitabha' came out.