Zhengdao wind review was killed

And Guangli 120 years.

Cheung Chau, Bai Yujing.

Welcome Academy.

Ning Zhi unwillingly opened his eyes again.

The first thing that catches the eye is still the light tulle curtain and the inner eaves partition.The setting sun in the twilight, through the screening of the South China Sea crocodile, left a shadowy brilliance on the moon-white quilt.Paired with Ahmad Xiang, which soothes the nerves and nourishes the mind, lying behind the blue-bird-like green gauze cupboard, one feels quiet and comfortable, and rests peacefully.

but!

Ning Zhi can't sleep!

He is engaged in a big public relations project that has been fighting fiercely for five days and five nights, and it is still not over. Now is the critical period, and it is not the time to sleep.

Even in a dream, you must first record the coherent thoughts in your mind so that you can live up to the fleeting inspiration.

In this way, Ning Zhi exerted his last breath of perseverance, broke through the inertia of sleepiness and laziness, and forcibly sat up from the bed.I took out the fine wooden stationery box next to the bed, unfolded the inclined ladder-style writing table, took out the manuscripts under the writing board and the pen and ink in the drawer, and started the work of writing vigorously without even touching the floor.

This kind of foldable travel stationery case was popular in ancient times both at home and abroad, and it can be called a necessary artifact for ancient migrant workers to travel at home.The first time Ning Zhi saw it, he called it an expert, and made himself a match.

The writing table was covered with a layer of unknown brown animal skin, which made Ning Zhi's writing smoother; the hard wood of the railing had Kui (kui) pattern blessings, which concentrated his attention when he was leaning over the desk; That pen seems to have been blessed by Manjusri... All these are inconvenient for Ning Zhi, who forgets to sleep and eat to become a liver king.

It wasn't until the willow shoots on the moon that Ning Zhi barely finished his work from the refreshing ink fragrance.Putting down the pen, stretching the waist, there is such an indescribable sourness in the bones of each joint.

Ning. Workaholic. Zhi finally had time to sort out his recent encounters.

Ning Zhi is a common migrant worker in modern society. He is bathed in the blessings of 996. During the day, he rushes in and out of CBD office buildings, writes proposals and makes reports. Hundreds of colleagues in the middle of the night scrambled for the same confirmation call on the taxi-hailing software.

Fortunately, Ning Zhi is born to be a hard worker. As long as the company can pay him a salary and position of equal value, he can work for the boss for another 500 years.

Recently, the boss has talked to him to discuss the matter of being promoted to the partner of the company.

At this juncture, Ning Zhi got a golden finger that could not be called a golden finger—in his dreams every night, he would dream of a world where he could cultivate himself.

One hour in reality is about three days in the cultivation world.

In other words, his five hours of sleep was equivalent to half a month of rest.

I don't know how the brain cognition handles this, but in short, it brings an unprecedented holiday experience to Ningzhi.On the first night of owning the golden finger, Ning Zhi basically used it for half a month in the cultivation world to catch up on sleep, and the effect was quite good. "It's radiant like a goblin who has just sucked up enough yang energy" - this is how a gay department head in Ningzhi's company described it.

In the dream, Ning Zhi was naturally called Ning Zhi, whose name was Zhiqi, and whose name was Qingyao Daojun.

He has a tall and straight figure, a stern face, eyes full of sword intent, and a cold and aloof temperament.He is used to wearing a moon-white wide-sleeved toga, with no steps, a waist belt, and a string of black holding beads made of Dixiu wood wrapped around his hands.The aura is lingering, like a banished fairy.

It can't be said that the appearance is very similar to modern times, but it is exactly the same.

In the dream, I seem to be the head of a mountain called Yingnian Academy, and I should be another ordinary migrant worker in ancient times.Really nothing new.

The reason why Ning Zhi was sure that what he was experiencing was a dream and not a real time-travel was because he had tried to apply what he had learned in the cultivation world to reality, but the result was useless.

Therefore, Ning Zhi stopped the loss in time and resolutely gave up the delusion.

It's just that he developed the second major use of the golden finger-he worked more than ten days more than others.As long as you can remember the achievements in the dream, return to reality and write it silently again.

God was not born to be a worker, and capital is like a long night forever!

Ning Zhi was so emotional.

But the disadvantages of Goldfinger were also immediately revealed. Colleagues thought it was only yesterday or two or three days ago, but to Ning Zhi's perception, it happened more than ten days or even several months ago.This put a great load and test on his memory.

After several days of weighing, Ning Zhi still decided to reluctantly give up this "golden finger" by finding a psychiatrist, taking sleeping pills and other scientific methods.

However, seeing that Ning Zhi woke up again in the realm of comprehension, he knew that his attempt failed again.

So angry.

***

outside the city.

The winter light floats, and the twilight connects the beach.

Flying over Jinghua Shuiyue Lake and setting aside the vast Yanbo Mountain, you can see a fairy city that looks like an ancient beast lying entrenched.The majestic gates of the city are facing the same color of the cliffs, the high platforms in the city are staggered, the courtyards are dotted with mansions, and the half-stilted buildings on stilts are faintly visible among the lush forests and bamboos, only revealing a corner of the true face of Lushan Mountain to the wind and frost traveler.

It was getting late, and the bright lights on the night market were already burning brightly.Amidst the traffic, cultivators and mortals coexist in harmony, just like this heavenly capital where the spirit of immortality and the fireworks of the world shine together.

"This is Daojun's Bai Yujing." The junior brother who has not yet reached the crown made a sound of yearning.

"Speak carefully!" The leader's face was solemn, seeing that the destination was about to arrive, but the worry still failed to fade from his brows, on the contrary, he became more solemn.

The people around were like this, and it didn't seem that the elder leader was so abrupt.

Before stepping on the boundary marker of Baiyujing, the cultivators on the road had already lowered their swords one after another, and began to ride horses and chariots like ordinary people. Some even chose to walk, preparing to walk step by step to the fairy city under the protection of the Taoist monarch.

The once-in-a-hundred-year Baiyujing Dharma Conference will be held soon, and Jindan disciples from all sects and sects within a hundred years old will come to Baiyujing to show their skills under the guidance of the leader leader.But no matter if it is Tianzong Wizard or Yuanying Zhenjun, they all have to lower their swords in front of the boundary monument, and no one dares to break the rules, and no one dares to be disrespectful.

Because of the great power during the tribulation period like Daojun Qingyao, his spiritual consciousness has already reached the level of divine consciousness, and he has opened up a personal domain, and the entire Baiyu Capital is the domain of Daojun.Within the domain, every plant, every tree, every breath, is all in the mind of Daojun.

Really. Even if you think about it, you can't do it. It's a crime to think about it.

The requirement of the elders of Shangshan Palace for their disciples is that they are not even allowed to mention the name of the Taoist Lord.

"Guanjiao (jiao), are you sure you really want to do this?" Although the elder already had the answer in his heart, he still couldn't help persuading him again, "Your sister's matter may not have reached this point."

Xie Guanmiao's sister, Xie Guanmiao, is the most promising disciple of the Shangshan Palace to win the Baiyu Jing Dharma Assembly. Unfortunately, she has encountered some unpleasant things recently.It is inevitable that her Taoism will not be stable, and Shangshan Palace has already planned to give up this session of the Baiyujing Dharma Conference.But Xie Guanyu made a request to fight for his sister.

At this time, this young man who has not experienced much in the world is taking off his hood and looking up at the fairy city.At first glance, he looks like a Jinling kid who grew up being spoiled and pampered, and he really doesn't look like he can win out from the top [-] rookies.

Xie Guanxuan really didn't have that strength.

Before my sister's accident, he was a lazy bastard with no ambitions and drifting with the crowd.You can easily live this life, why do you have to work hard?

But things are different now.

"Elder, I know that you have good intentions in persuading me, and I also know that I am beyond my control, but..." Xie Guanyu clenched the white jade pill bottle in his robe, which contains the magic medicine to stimulate potential. A person has only one chance in a lifetime. If it is used before the Dao body is fully developed, although the realm will be significantly improved in a short period of time, the Dao body will never be complete again in a lifetime.

But he had no other choice.

Without the Dao body, he can still live. If my sister can't pass this test, she will definitely die.Not only that, the entire Xie family, and even Shangshan Palace will be in disaster.

Now people can't see it, they just think that what happened recently is just a funny emotional entanglement between children.But Xie Guanyu knew very well that this was not the case.He was reborn last month, and he clearly knew that he was only living in a storybook called "The Strongest Son-in-Law, Immortal King Overbearing".

What happened to my sister will lead to a ridiculous "future" that is so absurd and disgusting.

He must change that "future"!

Even if you spend all you have, you must take down the leader of the Baiyu Jingfa Association and get a chance to meet the Taoist Lord.

Xie Guanyu's confidence was almost broken on the spot the moment the group of them passed the boundary marker of Baiyujing.A terrifying spiritual pressure that was so frightening that it made people tremble directly rushed towards the face, roaring, screaming, and sweeping towards the face with overwhelming force.This can only be due to the power of Daoist Qingyao Daoist, lingering, thick, and self-respecting.

The younger disciples in the team turned pale on the spot. They felt as if they were facing a hurricane, traveling alone on the cold mountain.Even though he had been warned by the elders before coming here, he still knelt down on the spot. In the face of absolute strength, no amount of mental preparation was useless.

Daojun's mood recently doesn't seem to be very beautiful.

"Will Daoist Lord really help us?" The junior brother murmured, the longing for newcomers faded away, leaving only a blank panic.

***

Welcome New Year Academy, Discipline Hall.

The teachers and students of the academy are the closest to feel the coercion that has nowhere to rest.The closer you are to Daojun, the greater the influence.Even with their cultivation level, their legs were trembling at this moment, and they could hardly stand upright. Everyone wiped their sweat frequently, but they couldn't wipe off the sorrow all over their faces.

"Daojun...do you still think you are an ordinary person?"

"I almost don't know the words 'ordinary'."

"Teacher, you should quickly think of a way, at least ask the Taoist Lord, and accept the supernatural power."

——In case everyone doesn’t read the key sentence of the speech——

[The protagonist is himself from the beginning to the end, the real social animal is him, and the Taoist monarch in the realm of cultivation is also him. 】