After the Light Gone: I Play Tiga

His next goal is to form a golden core and officially become a cultivator.

"As expected of a famous Taoist temple, the location chosen is different."

"This environment, at first glance, is one of the best Taoist temples."

Looking at the Taoist temple that almost occupied his entire field of vision, Wang Teng, carrying a backpack, breathed the fresh air from the mountains and sighed.

No wonder the Taoist temples in novels and film and television dramas are all built on mountains. This kind of environment is indeed very suitable for people to practice here.

Just breathing the fresh air here, Wang Teng felt that his cultivation had improved a bit.

As for how he got here, of course he relied on the omnipotent bus all the way to the bottom of the mountain, and finally climbed up again.

He is not like his master, who can reach the point of flying with a sword.

Although now, after training, he can already make objects such as pencils and even desks float in mid-air for a short time.

But to control a sword and drag him to fly, and fly all the way from the school to the mountain, the difficulty is too high for him.

Besides, in a place like Shanghai, if he really flies with the sword, it is estimated that tomorrow's news headlines will be his.

Maybe there will be a department concerned to find the school and send a team of men in black to take him away.

Thinking about such a scene, Wang Teng felt a little excited for no reason.

He shook his head to withdraw his thoughts, raised his feet and walked towards the Taoist temple.

After paying the entrance fee of 100 yuan, Wang Teng sighed and walked into the Taoist temple, sighing that it was really not easy to meet the monks.

"How many times have I told my father?"

"There are no gods in this world!"

"Why did he still let me come to this ghostly place? You can't drive up here yet."

As soon as he entered the Taoist temple, Wang Teng heard a very small voice from the side, relying on his own body that was no longer what it used to be.

He raised his eyebrows, feeling that the voice sounded familiar for some reason, and at the same time he wanted to see who said such words in this Taoist temple.

He turned his head to look, and there was a pretty familiar figure not far from him.

"Isn't this the school belle Xia Hanyan?"

Wang Teng, who saw clearly the face of the person who said this, couldn't help being puzzled.

The girl who said such words not far away seems to be the school flower selected by a group of boring boys in their university, and her name seems to be Xia Hanyan.

If he hadn't practiced before, he might have looked at the other party a few more times, or even been attracted by the other party.

But after practicing, his gaze involuntarily shifted to the old man beside him.

In his eyes, although the old man's hair was frosty and white, his body and feeling were not as dull as the old man at all.

Just looking at the opponent's straight waist, he could tell that the opponent had obviously practiced.

It is even possible that the other party is a senior on the road to immortality.

It's just that, with his current strength, he can't see what kind of immortal cultivator the opponent is.

If there is a chance, I really want to have a discussion with the other party, and discuss things about cultivating immortals.

"Miss, don't say such things in this kind of place."

"Our ancestors had an agreement with this gym, and all the direct children of the family will come to the gym once a week."

"Now that the master is old, it's time for you."

Looking at the impatient young lady in front of him, Mr. Xia, who had been a housekeeper for half his life, sighed.

My eldest lady is good at everything, but she is unwilling to abide by the rules set by her ancestors.

But at this moment, he suddenly had the feeling that he was being stared at by a wild beast and couldn't move.

He clenched his fist involuntarily, and suddenly turned his head to look for the source of his gaze.

At the same time, he was also guessing in his heart, who could make him feel this way.

Could it be the old guys from Shanghai?

He looked around him, except for a few disciples in the Taoist temple, there were only a few tourists.

Logically speaking, it is absolutely impossible for these people to give him this feeling.

Instead, there was a boy carrying a schoolbag, which made him feel surprised.

With his own experience alone, he can see that the opponent is suitable for martial arts.

"Tch, I think this Taoist temple is just a liar pretending to be a ghost."

"I really don't know what people in the past thought."

Xia Hanyan couldn't help complaining that even though today was a good weekend, she actually had to climb up this high mountain and come to this Taoist temple.

And it's not the first time she has done this kind of thing. Ever since her father was in poor health, she was forced to take over the responsibility of the other party.

She scanned the Taoist temple with her eyes, wanting to see what could make her father let her come here even if she blamed her.

And as she glanced at the people in the Taoist temple, she also noticed Wang Teng in the crowd.

The other party seemed to be a student in his own school.

Xia Hanyan, who just had a little impression of Wang Teng, didn't pay too much attention to Wang Teng, but turned to look at Xia Lao who accompanied her, wanting him to take her back.

"Miss, you're here, why don't you meet the Taoist priest?"

Elder Xia, who couldn't find the source of his gaze, turned his head to look at his eldest lady, and at the same time made a secret decision in his heart.

When he goes back, he must check to see which old guy came here today and stared at him secretly.

"Mr. Xia, Miss Xia."

"Master, please come in."

"And that little brother, the master invites you in too."

At this time, the disciple in the Taoist robe walked towards Xia Hanyan and the two, and after paying a Taoist salute, he told them the master's request.

After doing this, he walked to where Wang Teng was and said the same thing to him.

"As expected of an old man."

"Did you even know I'm coming?"

Listening to what the Taoist disciple said in front of him, Wang Teng secretly sighed in his heart.

As expected of a senior on the road of cultivation, he has already noticed his arrival.

Since he could clearly see that the disciples in the Taoist temple all looked like weak chickens, it made him wonder if he came to the wrong place.

In fact, there are no immortal cultivators here at all, just an ordinary Taoist temple.

But now, he directly dispelled this idea.

Old-timers are worthy of being old-timers.

Since the other party invited her, Xia Hanyan can't continue to make trouble for no reason.

After all, the other party is someone who even his own father would take the initiative to introduce.

For this point, she still sees it very clearly.

But what puzzled her was why the student who seemed to be from the same school as her also received the invitation from the Taoist priest.

Could it be that the other party has some special background?

Under the guidance of Taoist disciples, after passing through the outer hall, the three of Wang Teng finally came to a room inside the Taoist temple.

"Hello, Mr. Baoguo."

After Xia Hanyan and Xia Lao saw the middle-aged man who was sitting on the bed and looked like a fairy, they bowed respectfully and called each other's Taoist name.

But the middle-aged man named Daoist Baoguo ignored them.

Instead, he turned to look at Wang Teng, and nodded with a smile, as if he was extremely satisfied with him.

Wang Teng also observed the Daoist Baoguo in front of him.

It's just that he was a little confused, and the other party didn't seem to be very strong, and he didn't give him the feeling of a cultivator at all.

The feeling the other party gave him was even worse than that of the elderly man beside him.

Could it be that the Daoist Baoguo in front of him is not an immortal cultivator in this Taoist hall, and there is someone else who is a real immortal cultivator?

"You are here, how is your master recently?"

And at this moment, he heard the voice from the middle-aged man in front of him.

master?He knows my master?

Wang Teng was taken aback for a moment, and although he still had some doubts in his heart, he still answered quickly.

"Master traveled all over the world a few weeks ago."

"I don't know how his old man is doing recently."

And his answer made Taoist Baoguo nod with a smile.

"This is more like your master's character."

"Come to my Taoist temple today, don't be cautious."

"Just treat it as your own home."

He smiled and looked at Wang Teng in front of him. He had learned earlier that a disciple in other Taoist temples was currently traveling and practicing in Taoist temples across the country.

Thinking about it, the boy in front of him was that disciple.

Otherwise, he really couldn't think of anyone who could cultivate such a disciple.

If it wasn't for the fact that the other party already had a master, he would have wanted to take the other party under his sect.

Such a good seedling is really rare.

Xia Hanyan and Xia Lao listened to the exchange between Taoist Baoguo and Wang Teng, and were taken aback for a while.