Chapter 30

After a long time, nianyi was eating with a big bag of French fries, while Chen Jun was holding the little guy in his arms with a helpless face, and he was filled with emotion, "it's just that if you eat this way, you shouldn't be too fat, right?"

Chen Jun said that he doubted whether his words were comforting him, and in fact, they were useless.

Focusing on Taoism again, Chen Jun thinks that compared with Yunmeng Mountain, the residence of Taoism is undoubtedly much more magnificent. After all, there are many people, and it is a great preacher. Compared with the political strategists who have two or three people in one lifetime, the natural situation is much better.

Therefore, Chen Jun has a lot of experience, and he also thinks that there are many merits in the layout of Taoist camp.

Chen Jun went into Taoism as if he was in a state of no man. The superb and powerful cultivation of the hidden method made Chen Jun walk slowly in front of the Taoist's second son and no one found him.

After walking for a long time, Chen Jun finally found out that he didn't know where beimingzi was. He was just wandering around.

Chen Jun put his uncertain eyes on little nianyi. The little guy was stiff at first, and then ate a mouthful of French fries angrily with a small mouth. It's completely baffling. It's none of my business, OK? Er ok

With a wave of nianyi's hand, a road map emerged out of thin air. A red dot on it marked a location. It was obvious that this was the location of beimingzi.

Chen Jun didn't delay any longer, so he rushed to the direction of North Mingzi.

When Chen Jun arrived, he found that the place where beimingzi was was was full of artistic conception.

This is a simple loft, about ten meters high, three stories, near a large lake, surrounded by patches of golden trees.

Yes, it's golden, not turquoise in summer.

Chen Jun feels beimingzi's artistic conception carefully. If he has some understanding in his heart, he just learns something useful from himself. He has his own way.

For a long time, when Chen Jun felt good and was about to call, he only heard a "creak". It seemed that he had expected that the door would open without being pushed or pulled.

Chen Jun was stunned at first, then thought about it and felt relieved. He just laughed and walked in slowly.

Chen Jun walked into the pavilion and looked at it carefully. It's obvious that this is not an ordinary place. It should be a place like the Sutra Pavilion.

A large number of wooden and bamboo slips are neatly placed on the wooden bookshelves. It seems that a few small oil lamps are about to go out to illuminate everything. The portrait of Lao Tzu is hung in an obvious place in the middle. Under the portrait, an old man in green sits on a purple Futon made of unknown materials.

It can be said that the old man is just a kind-hearted old man, but the strength of his Qi and blood is hard to compare with a hundred people army.

It seems that the old man has been sitting for a long time. His green clothes are full of the heavy feeling of history, but the strange thing is that there is no dust on his body, or the old man as the center, radiating the whole library without a trace of dust.

Chen Jun is very clear that the old man's strength has barely reached the third level of Wanjie. The existence of his third level peak is not worth mentioning. After all, this is not just the gap between the initial stage and the peak, but the gap across the whole realm.

However, compared with his understanding of artistic conception, Chen Jun is not as good as others.

Chen Jun can clearly feel that there is no dust on beimingzi and the library. It is not beimingzi who scattered it with his own strength, but completely relying on his own artistic conception, or the artistic conception that beimingzi inadvertently released during his practice.

Chen Jun looks dignified, but in his heart there is a trace of joy and helplessness.

What is dignified is the strength of artistic conception. If beimingzi breaks out with all his strength, plus the blessing of artistic conception, it will be the peak of the third stage and the middle stage, and it will be a battle.

And I'm glad that this kind of person will be his own man soon. I'm still a little excited.

As for the helpless, or for their own artistic conception.

As a matter of fact, all the people Chen Jun accepted actually had the existence of artistic conception.

Ou Yezi's artistic conception is to cast a sword, which is even more extreme. He can integrate his artistic conception into his sword, thus endowing him with extraordinary ability. This is also the particularity of the so-called famous sword.

Bianque is the ultimate way of healing the wounded. It is a kind of Saint's artistic conception, and it is also a very strange one. It almost has no combat power. But when this artistic conception is understood to a certain level, its effect is no less than the oil of merit, but it is not invaded by all methods. When it is attacked, there is the way of heaven and even the way to hold a grudge, which is really abnormal.

As for Lu Ban, he always said that he didn't need it, and it was true. He had artistic conception, but he never deeply understood that he was the ancestor of all craftsmen who took China as their territory. Under the blessing of Qi Yun, he was not necessarily inferior to Lao Tzu and Confucius, but he was too obsessed with mechanism making and didn't practice much There was no bottleneck in his practice before the great Luo Jinxian.Of course, this is to follow Chen Jun's side. According to the provisions of the ten thousand world alliance, only when we arrive at another world can we inherit the fate of another world.

There is also the East emperor Taiyi and Guiguzi. One cultivates the domineering meaning, and the other cultivates the vertical and horizontal meaning. The two kinds of artistic conception almost completely run counter to each other. Perhaps it is because of the opposite relationship that the two people become alternative friends.

Finally, Luo Xu also has artistic conception. However, he is the most useless one. He is not interested in the development of military force, so he only goes into the array and the camp of Yuan Tianshi.

After all, artistic conception is still very important to most people, and Chen Jun has also begun to understand that artistic conception is an exclusive artistic conception.

It's hard to imagine that Chen Jun's peaceful heart still has a kind of egotism.

But Chen Jun's idea is just a seed, which is useless to Chen Jun at this time.

At this time, beimingzi quietly opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, but some of them were too flat, and few of them could feel any emotional fluctuations, but at this moment it did not seem very contradictory.

Chen Jun chuckled. At this time, Wang's power has not yet developed. Let's talk about heaven.

"You may have guessed the purpose of my coming here. I won't say much. You can decide for yourself."

Chen Jun said with a smile. It looks like a smiling tiger. It seems very kind, but it doesn't leave any room at all.

Beimingzi's eyes are still staring at Chen Jun's eyes, and Chen Jun is mercilessly back.

In this big eyes stare small eyes of time, a tender and light crisp girl voice into two people's ears.

"Master, are you playing games with this brother? Why don't you ask Xiaomeng to play with you? "

Chen Jun and beimingzi both saw a trace of amazement from each other's eyes, and they could not help subconsciously looking at the source of the sound at the same time.

I saw a five or six-year-old girl in a blue skirt, with her mouth in her mouth and her hands on her waist. I was very angry and coaxed. She looked very cute.

Of course, for Chen Jun, this is not the point. The point is a little girl with a purple skirt smaller than Xiaomeng behind her.

The little girl seems to have purple hair, purple pupil and purple skirt except for her jade skin and moon teeth. Her personality seems to be cold and lonely, as if she has forgotten herself in a corner.

Chen Jun can't move her eyes from the first sight of her. It feels like a meeting across time and space.