Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 149: Spiritual Master Gifts, Melee Taoist Priest

It was silent in the middle of the night, and a cold moon hung high in the sky.

Russell was in a good mood after getting the fifth volume of the heavenly book. He found a quiet, deserted, flat and open riverside place in Tongtian Peak to meditate. While comprehension of the heavenly book, he waited for the arrival of the third quarter of midnight.

Not long after, a rustling sound suddenly came from the nearby forest. Soon, a thin figure rushed out quickly, stepped into the clear water pond in two or three steps, and knelt down on the river bank, supporting himself on the pebbles on the water with his hands, his head lowered, and his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Under the cold moonlight, the shimmering water made the thin figure look even lonelier.

The person who came was Zhang Xiaofan.

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan immersed in sadness, Russell did not disturb him at the first moment, but just watched quietly from the side.

During this period, he must have run into Tian Ling'er and Qi Hao meeting under the moon, and his mentality exploded.

It’s not worth it to have a secret crush on someone, and it’s even less worth it to be a hot sheep.

Russell shook his head. Fortunately, Tian Ling'er was not a scumbag. Otherwise, with this brat's awareness, if the other party really wanted to keep him hanging, he would probably be a bootlicker for the rest of his life.

After a while, Zhang Xiaofan finally emerged from his chaotic state. He subconsciously looked around and immediately saw Luo Su sitting on a rock by the river, looking at him. He asked in astonishment, "Uncle Luo, why are you here?"

"I have nothing to do in the middle of the night, so I came here for a walk." Russell did not ask Zhang Xiaofan why he looked like that, because the young boy was already sensitive and inferior. If he asked again now, it would be like rubbing salt into his wounds. Things like heartbreak should be digested slowly by oneself.

As expected, seeing that Russell did not ask any further questions, Zhang Xiaofan visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition will be held tomorrow. Do you want me to tell you some information about your opponent?" Russell casually took out a wine jug from his ring and shook it towards Zhang Xiaofan, asking him if he wanted to take a sip. After receiving a negative answer, he started drinking.

"This is not good... Is it considered cheating?" Zhang Xiaofan smacked his lips. He admitted that he was moved for a moment. After seeing Qi Hao "seduce" his senior sister away, he wanted to win more than anyone else and wanted to prove himself more than anyone else.

"What's the big deal? Information is an extremely important factor in all wars." Russell touched the ring again, and a booklet came out of it.

"What is this..." After Zhang Xiaofan took the booklet, his breathing stopped.

This booklet records nothing but detailed information about the contestants from each peak in the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, such as their magic weapons, skills, and cultivation levels.

"Uncle Master, where are you from?" Zhang Xiaofan asked in a lost voice.

"The hermit has his own clever plan." Russell said calmly.

This was naturally not his work, but Shang Zhengliang's.

This old man was away from home the whole night before the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition began because he was busy with this.

It’s just a pity that even though he made so many preparations, he still couldn’t resist the four perverts who appeared in this Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition.

In the end, Chaoyang Peak didn't even make it into the top four.

"Why isn't there anyone from Chaoyang Peak..."

Zhang Xiaofan flipped through the pages for a long time and found that there seemed to be a few pages missing and a peak was missing. After a closer look, he found that the disciples of Chaoyang Peak were missing. Then he asked. Of course, he reacted as the words came out of his mouth, and smiled at Russell innocently under his speechless gaze.

"This information is for your personal use only and must not be disclosed to anyone else," Russell warned.

After all, it was the hard work of his senior brother. Now that he was using it to aid the enemy, it was already a shameful thing. If it got out, he would be too ashamed to face anyone.

"Uncle Master, don't worry. I understand." Zhang Xiaofan was about to raise his hand to swear again, but was stopped by Russell: "Anything else tonight?"

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head in confusion.

"That's perfect. Come with me to a place to meet someone." Russell said as he stood up and walked towards Hongqiao. He didn't give Zhang Xiaofan a chance to refuse, so Zhang Xiaofan had to follow him in a hurry.

A moment later, Zhang Xiaofan followed Russell to the bottom of the rainbow bridge and the edge of the cold pond.

The majestic water qilin is waiting here.

"Spirit Master!" Zhang Xiaofan opened his mouth in surprise. It turned out that the "person" that Uncle Russell wanted to meet was Spirit Master!

With Lin Jingyu's explanation during the day today, he already knew what Ling Zun represented in Qingyun Sect, but he didn't expect that his uncle Luo had such a good relationship with Ling Zun.

"Roar!"

While Zhang Xiaofan was still in shock, Ling Zun also saw Zhang Xiaofan following behind Russell. He lowered his head, his huge eyes seemed to be glued to Zhang Xiaofan's body, and then he roared at Russell.

It means "This kid has average talent, why do you accept him as your younger brother?"

As early as when Zhang Xiaofan was looking through the roster, Russell sent a message to Ling Zun, asking if he could bring someone over. After getting Ling Zun's consent, he brought the person over.

"We are both fellow disciples and fellow townsmen." Russell explained, and told Ling Zun about Zhang Xiaofan's tragic experience through a series of artistic processing.

Ling Zun nodded and asked no more questions.

"Senior said during the day that he would give me an opportunity tonight. Where is the opportunity?" Russell looked around but didn't see any treasure.

As Ling Zun took a step forward, the water in the green pond behind him began to spin rapidly, forming a whirlpool. Then a column of water suddenly shot up into the sky from the depths of the whirlpool. The water column was filled with ripples and the shadows of various ferocious beasts were faintly visible.

"This may be of some use to you." Ling Zun stretched out his front paw and waved it, and three water balls suddenly separated from the towering water column.

Russell looked closely and saw that inside was the dragon soul, dragon bones and scales of a dragon.

And judging from the violent soul power contained in this soul, this dragon was at least at the Shangqing realm when he was alive.

"Thank you, these treasures are of great use to me." Russell carefully put away the dragon soul, dragon bones and dragon scales, and bowed to Ling Zun with a smile.

These things are not of much use to him if he absorbs them, but if he uses them to forge magic weapons, they are rare materials.

"As long as it's useful."

Ling Zun also smiled. Ever since Qingye died of old age, Qingyun Sect has become less and less interesting. This time, there is finally an interesting guy.

However, due to its size and sharp teeth, it showed its teeth when it laughed, and its face looked ferocious, which frightened Zhang Xiaofan, who could not understand their conversation, so much that he dared not even breathe.

"Your words..." Ling Zun also paid attention to Zhang Xiaofan again. Based on the principle that one cannot go back empty-handed after coming here, he shook his tail, inserted it into the water column and stirred it. After a long while, he pulled out a piece of white lotus root and threw it out.

Zhang Xiaofan hurriedly raised his hand to catch it, but was pushed to the ground by the force.

So weak... Ling Zun glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, greeted Russell, and without waiting for Zhang Xiaofan's reaction, he turned around, staggered to another open space, and lay down. Not long after, a slight snoring sound was heard.

"Uncle Master, what's this for Ling Zun?" Zhang Xiaofan stood up while rubbing his sore butt. He didn't know what Ling Zun meant by giving him the lotus root.

"A gift for you." Russell explained.

This lotus root grows in a cold pond and is washed by the spiritual power of the Spirit Master day and night. It has almost become a spiritual lotus root. For practitioners, whether it is taken orally or used to make pills, it has the effect of increasing muscle and bones and assisting in building the foundation.

This is extremely suitable for Zhang Xiaofan, whose cultivation level is only the fourth level of Yuqing.

"The martial arts competition will begin tomorrow morning. Without further delay, you must consume the spiritual lotus root immediately. I will protect you."

After returning to the original open space by the river, Russell urged Zhang Xiaofan to take the spiritual lotus root to increase his cultivation. Zhang Xiaofan immediately sat cross-legged on the spot and practiced Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao.

In terms of qualifications alone, Zhang Xiaofan is indeed not good.

However, the first three levels of Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao do not place much emphasis on aptitude, it is more about hard work. As long as one practices diligently, in more than ten years, one will surely achieve something.

The main reason why Zhang Xiaofan's cultivation progress is so slow is because of another technique existing in his body - Mahabrahma Prajna.

Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao emphasizes the understanding of nature, while Mahavairocana Prajna emphasizes the understanding of oneself.

One is external training, the other is internal training.

The two techniques were fundamentally diametrically opposed, and their methods of application were even more conflicting. This was precisely why Zhang Xiaofan struggled to make progress in his early cultivation. Monk Puzhi likely hadn't anticipated this situation when he passed on his skills to Zhang Xiaofan.

According to Russell's speculation, Puzhi's idea should be to let Zhang Xiaofan focus on Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao after joining Qingyun Sect, and after he has achieved success in Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao, he can turn back and bring him up to the realm of Mahabrahma Prajna.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaofan was simple-minded and stubborn as a donkey. In addition, Tian Buyi did not think much of him, which led to his misunderstanding of the theory of mutual exclusivity of cultivation methods. He firmly followed what He Puzhi said and promised to "practice this method once a day."

This caused the two techniques to be pulled back from each other, making progress difficult. If he had not had the chance to obtain the outline of the first volume of the Heavenly Book to sort out for him, he would have been unable to break through the shackles of the first realm for the rest of his life.

"Um……"

On the riverbank, after taking the spiritual lotus root, Zhang Xiaofan felt wisps of magic power rising from his dantian and flowing through his meridians. The blue light of Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao was overflowing, but at this moment, the Great Brahma Prajna suddenly came out of his body uncontrollably, and the swastika symbol shone brightly.

Russell calmly waved his sleeves, and several runes condensed in the air, covering the sky. He whispered, "Hold your breath and concentrate. I will take care of everything."

Zhang Xiaofan, who was in a state of meditation, suddenly calmed down when he heard Russell's words.

Calming the soul and mind, breathing in and out, feeling the nature while looking inward, the two suddenly reached a state of balance and integration.

Snapped!
A sound like glass breaking rang in Zhang Xiaofan's ears, and Zhang Xiaofan slowly opened his eyes.

He has reached the fifth level of Jade Purity, and even Mahabrahma Prajna has made significant progress.

"I succeeded!" Zhang Xiaofan was happy at first, but then he thought of what had just happened and didn't dare to look into Russell's eyes.

Luo Su took a sip of wine and asked casually, "Where did you learn the Great Brahma Prajna of Tianyin Temple?"

"I can't say." Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head silently.

Unexpectedly, Russell didn't seem to care much and said in a nonchalant tone, "Oh, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. Just hide it until you reach the peak of Shangqing. Remember not to practice in front of outsiders."

"Uncle-master, you don't blame me?" Zhang Xiaofan asked in surprise. According to the rules of Qingyun Sect, if one secretly learns other sect's skills, his cultivation will be abolished and he will be expelled from the sect.

"Blame you?" Russell patted Zhang Xiaofan's head and said happily, "You are the only young man left in Cao Miao Village. How could I blame you? Xiaofan, you have to remember that we are all in the same group. Although the rules of the sect are important, we can't ignore human relationships."

"Uncle Master, there is also Jingyu." Zhang Xiaofan nodded as if he understood, and corrected subconsciously.

"Unfamiliar."

……

The next morning.

In Yunhai Square, there is a huge crowd of people, shoulder to shoulder, and it is very popular, which shows the prosperity of Qingyun Sect.

Eight huge circular arenas were erected in the center of the square, and wooden signs erected beside the square displayed the numbers and opponents of all the disciples participating in the competition.

"clang!"

A clear sound of bells was heard, echoing in the sea of ​​white clouds, which lifted everyone's spirits. For a moment, the originally noisy square suddenly became quiet.

On the huge stage in the middle, Taoist Master Daoxuan and Taoist Master Cangsong appeared. Taoist Master Daoxuan took a step forward, looked around at the countless disciples below, and said loudly, "The competition begins."

Sixty-three people competed in eight arenas, divided into four groups, with one person being given a bye. Therefore, in the first round, only seven arenas had people competing, and Zhang Xiaofan was one of the contestants in the first round.

"Junior brother, you like this kid from Dazhu Peak very much. Do you think he can pass this first round?" On the central platform, Shang Zhengliang turned his head to look at Russell and asked happily.

He recorded the cultivation status of all the participating disciples from various peaks, except Zhang Xiaofan.

There is no other reason, his cultivation is too weak, his character is too soft, he doesn't even have any magic weapon, and he has no special features. He is simply one of the few people from Dazhu Peak who came here to join in the fun. It is a waste of ink and paper to record him.

"Brother, just watch." Russell snapped his fingers casually, and the earth-type spiritual power flowed, condensing a stone chair behind him and Shang Zhengliang. While he sat down, he also invited Shang Zhengliang to sit down with him.

While they were talking, Zhang Xiaofan had already come on stage.

His opponent was a disciple from Luoxia Peak named Qin Chong, who wielded a fire-type magic sword.

"Junior brother, please show me your magic weapon." Qin Zhong bowed.

Zhang Xiaofan nodded, then took out a fire stick from his arms.

After a moment of silence, the audience burst into laughter.

Zhang Xiaofan disagreed. Even if others didn't know the effect of the fire stick, how could he not know it? Uncle Russell had said that the magic weapon in his hand was even higher in quality than the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon.

"Senior Brother, I'm going to take action." Zhang Xiaofan informed him.

"Please." Qin Zhong was proud of his high level of cultivation and didn't take Zhang Xiaofan seriously. He didn't even activate his magic sword, but just stood there with a pose.

This was exactly what Zhang Xiaofan wanted. He stepped on the Tiangang Beidou Step taught by Russell and quickly approached Qin Zhong under his extremely astonished eyes. The Soul-Devouring Stick in his hand flipped and a green light became stronger.

"Not good!" Qin Chong's pupils shrank slightly. It was too late to take any action now. He had to block his chest with the sword and the sheath.

Bang.

The bloodthirsty bead at the front end of the Soul-Devouring Stick had already chiseled into the scabbard, and Qin Zhong was knocked out along with his sword. The scabbard of the Immortal Sword also exploded into pieces as it flew backwards.

"Although I took a hit, fortunately the injury wasn't serious. All I need to do now is to gain some distance and perform my technique..."

He supported himself with one hand and turned his body over, landing steadily on the ground. Qin Zhong began to take this unknown disciple of Dazhu Peak seriously.

If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he would have been lying on the ground.

Without giving it much thought, Zhang Xiaofan attacked again. Without any unnecessary movements, he just kept getting close to Qin Zhong. However, his speed was incredibly fast, far exceeding that of ordinary Yuqing cultivators, and his stick techniques were completely unpredictable, causing Qin Zhong a lot of headaches. Under the dangerous chain of stick techniques, he was exhausted from parrying and didn't even have a chance to use his magic formula.

Where did this unconventional method come from? How did Dazhu Peak teach his disciples?

Qin Chong cursed in his heart.

Where are your magic? Where are your magic weapons? Where are all those fancy special effects? What kind of cultivator focuses on attack and attack speed?

Bang bang bang bang bang! ! !
Zhang Xiaofan said nothing, just kept swinging his stick.

Zhang Xiaofan was still using the Crazy Stick Technique taught by Russell, but he was becoming more and more proficient in it, with endless variations in each move.

Amid the continuous heavy blows, Qin Zhong's face turned pale, he was beaten back repeatedly, his body shaking like a sieve, he was almost reaching his limit.

Finally, caught off guard, Qin Zhong, who was beaten to the extreme, finally couldn't hold on any longer. His magic sword flew away by a stick, and he was hit in the chest by another stick, and he fainted.

At that moment, there was silence on and off the stage. Everyone looked at each other, all of them were so shocked that they were speechless.

"Tian Qian position, Dazhu Peak's Zhang Xiaofan versus Luoxia Peak's Qin Zhong, Zhang Xiaofan wins!"

The elder of Tongtian Peak who was in charge of refereeing matters announced Zhang Xiaofan's victory in public after confirming that Qin Zhong's injuries were not serious.

"How is it?" Russell turned his head to look at Shang Zhengliang.

Shang Zhengliang's expression was completely frozen at this point. It took him a long while to react. He pointed at Zhang Xiaofan on the stage, trembling uncontrollably, and said, "Did you teach this kid?"

"That's right!" Russell didn't notice his senior brother's expression at all and was still feeling smug.

Shang Zhengliang immediately jumped up and down. Under Russell's feigned calm gaze, he pulled out the jade ruler he had used to punish countless naughty disciples: "I'll beat you to death, you traitor!"

Then, Zhang Xiaofan, who was surrounded by his fellow disciples from Dazhu Peak to congratulate him on his victory, saw his most beloved uncle Russell being chased all over the field by Shang Zhengliang, the head of Chaoyang Peak.

　There is another chapter of 1666 words to be written tonight. Thanks to all the book friends (~u~) for the coins rewarded (I'm sorry, I tried my best, but I really can't type this emoticon, (╥╯﹏╰╥))
　　
　
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