Taoist chanting

Passing the exercise room from the corridor, I heard the sound of a beating coming from one of them.

Walking in, I saw a dark and skinny little girl, Shui Qingru, holding a three-foot-long bamboo sword, practicing flat stabbing against the straw stakes that bound the wheat grass, once and for all, very seriously, the outer robe was taken off and folded. On the stool, wearing unlined clothes, with sweat dripping from his neck.

Zhang Wenfeng stopped and looked at it for a while. The little girl's movements were standard and skillful, with her palms facing upwards, her arms stretched from curved to straight, forming a straight line with the sword. After eating enough food for more than two months, the little girl's body has been exercised very well, and her face is rosy. Healthy, just still skinny.

During the pause, Shui Qingru turned around and found that the temple master was watching, so he quickly turned around and saluted with his sword in his arms.

"Shui Qingru, how many times have you practiced the flat stab today?"

"Return to the master, 750 times."

"Well, it's [-] times away from today's goal, which is still [-] times away. Let me demonstrate a flat stab. Look carefully."

Zhang Wenfeng took down the teaching bamboo sword hanging on the wall, and stabbed at another standing wooden stake with the sword. The wooden stake, and then draw the sword quickly, leaving a sword hole.

"Have you seen it clearly? Pay attention to the feeling of the leg, waist, and physical strength transmitted to the arm to the wrist, and the strength reaches the tip of the sword. Sword practice is not only about practicing, but also stopping to think about it and pondering the truth."

He has not demonstrated for some time.

This sword flat stab did not use Yuan Qi, it purely relied on physical strength.

The other apprentices who have found the sense of qi have already taught the corresponding basic swordsmanship according to their respective attributes. With practice, it can promote the circulation of qi and blood. Shui Qingru and Wei Jingcheng can only practice the boring one-style flat stab.

"Thank you, the Lord, for your guidance! Xiaoya sees it clearly."

The little girl saluted with her sword in her arms, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Every once in a while watching the main demonstration of Pingci, she has different feelings, and she tries hard to remember.

She doesn't think it is boring to practice the simplest flat stab every day, like Wei Jingcheng, after practicing the flat stab, he will go to learn spears and other sword techniques. For her, being able to fill her stomach is the greatest happiness in the world.

Daoist Yue said that as long as she practiced hard and studied hard, she would be able to stay here forever.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, hung the bamboo sword back, and walked out of the practice room.

Turned around in Qingzheng Bieyuan, walked from the main entrance to the foot of the mountain, an apprentice ran over from the east side of the stone path, stood still and saluted, and said: "My Lord, there is an old man outside the mountain gate, and he has something to ask to see you!"

After learning the rules for such a long time, the former mountain boy would no longer call him "old man".

Zhang Wenfeng said "hard work", and walked to the gate of the mountain, he saw old man Gu walking up and down in front of the archway of the mountain gate. .

"Uncle Gu, are you looking for me?"

Zhang Wenfeng felt strange, clasped his fists and asked, supposedly the old man was also looking for Uncle Lame when he was looking for it.

"Guanzhu Zhang, the old man is being polite."

The old man bowed his hands and saluted, removed the gray cloth covering the bamboo basket on the ground, took out a wooden box, handed it to Guanzhu Zhang, and explained: "It was left to you by my eldest son, Gu Quan. He left the book at home and said he was going out for a long time. After a while, alas, the older you get, the less worry you have, and you are in your thirties, leaving the comfort of your wife and children, what are you doing?"

Zhang Wenfeng heard that Gu Quan left a book and went out to wander around, and immediately realized that Gu Quan had awakened the memory of his previous life, so he took the wooden box with both hands, and asked, "Did he say where he was going? When did he leave home?"

The surface of the wooden box was covered with a very faint breath of Yuan Qi. Looking at it with spiritual eyes, the fluctuation of Yuan Qi formed a kind of restriction that he had never seen before. Through the analysis of the breath, he speculated that Gu Quan's cultivation had returned to the gradual decline.

How long has it been, more than three months?

He couldn't help but think of Liu Hui'er, the ghost in red who haunted Gu Quan III, the former Golden Core cultivator.

Then, Gu Quan III was undoubtedly a Golden Core cultivator before, but he didn't expect Gu Quan to be able to awaken.

"He went out in the morning and didn't go to the house for lunch at noon. Earlier, a letter floated down from the beam and landed at my feet. I can read a few words, the old man. I didn't realize it at the time. I opened the letter... oh, what a crime! Ah, that rebellious son... I don't know why he went crazy, and he didn't even say where he was going."

Old man Gu sighed, kept wiping his old tears with his sleeve, and occasionally glanced at the wooden box in Guanzhu Zhang's hand.

He wanted to know Gu Quan's whereabouts from Zhang Guanzhu.

He couldn't pry open the box before, so he just sent it over.

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, and continued to ask: "After Gu Quan recovered from his illness, is there anything unusual? Does he go out often?"

The old man Gu frowned, and said: "I didn't find anything unusual. After his health recovered, his errands were gone. In the past two months, he often went out and hung out with those cronies. His mother-in-law couldn't control it. Three to five days It's common to stay in the house, and I don't know who has been seduced by a thousand knives... won't he be entangled in dirty things again?"

The old man suddenly became nervous.

Zhang Wenfeng shook his head and said, "No." He was very sure.

Seeing that the old man was staring at the wooden box, reluctant to leave, he filled his hand with Yuan Qi and wiped it on the surface of the wooden box.

There was a rough rubbing sound, and Zhang Wenfeng struggled to undo the restraint. Gu Quan seemed to know his cultivation level and set it just right. He opened the lid of the wooden box, and there was a piece of paper inside.

Old man Gu stretched his neck to look, but to his disappointment, there was no words left on a blank sheet of paper.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced quickly, and wrote polite words on the paper with spells, thank you for the help of exorcising ghosts that day, and prepared gifts to reward before leaving, don't shirk, and so on.

After he finished reading it for a while, the spell writing disappeared.

Picking up a blank piece of paper with no handwriting on the back, and below it was an ancient booklet with restrictions on it, with five ancient seals on the cover, "Ling Qian Yi Jian Jue", and closed the wooden box, comfortingly said: "Old Gu Uncle, don't be too impatient, Gu Quan may go back after he has played for a while, this is his home, he is cared by his parents, mother, children and brothers, so he won't be far away."

Old man Gu said "Hey" a few times, with a face full of disappointment, he folded his hands and went back.

The cold wind blew the old man's gray and disheveled hair, and his hunched back made him look more and more bleak and vicissitudes.

Zhang Wenfeng shook his head slightly, he didn't understand what Gu Quan was thinking when he recovered his memory, it was impossible to let go of the involvement of this life, and going away would not solve any problems, otherwise there would be evil spirits at the critical moment.

Of course, that was someone else's family business, so he didn't have to worry about that.

Gu Quan was able to advance to the Gradient Realm so quickly, it should be because he opened up a hidden treasure arranged somewhere in his previous life, or else he could have given him an ancient book of sword formulas to return his favor back then?

Perhaps, even Liu Hui'er, the female ghost in red, turned into a haunted ghost and entangled her for three lifetimes and couldn't be consummated because of Gu Quan's calculations?

For Jindan monks who have lived for hundreds of years, in order to survive the long period of Dharma-ending period, they must not use common sense to speculate on the elusive avenue.

Whether it is a good relationship or a bad relationship, who knows?

Chapter 185 Challenge and One-Trick

Returning to the west hall on the top of the mountain, Zhang Wenfeng erased the restrictions inside the box, took out the old booklet with the broken edges, and carefully inspected the ordinary black lacquered wooden box with his spiritual sense. He found no interlayer or anything, so he flipped through the booklet of "Lingqianyijianjue", The front title page was torn off, right?The traces are fresh.

There is no explanation and description of the basic swordsmanship at the beginning of the first page. A sword is drawn with the line drawing method. Countless dotted lines mark the trajectory of the sword, and there are very weird waveforms, circles, turns and empties.

There are a few four lines of scriptures below, after careful consideration for a long time, some can't figure it out.

Turning to the second page is a rune called "Spirit Leading the Line", which is clearly marked from the beginning to the end.Authentic Taoist runes, ?The drawing is extremely complicated, and the talisman is composed of three overlapping secret scripts. If you want to draw it in one go, you must have a certain skill in drawing talismans.

Open it again, and it is an icon that depicts the spirit lead rune on the front and back of the sword.

After reading the rune drawing formula below, Zhang Wenfeng laughed aloud. No wonder this booklet is completely different from the sword techniques he has learned. He was confused. This is a cheat book of flying swordsmanship!

Whether you can complete the unimaginable sword-style movement before, the premise is to draw a secret symbol on the flying sword.

Gu Quan is so serious about repaying favors, it really is a great gift.

He felt more and more that a few days ago, when he was ambushed by a second-level martial artist in the woods and fought with the martial artist, he was seen by Gu Quan who was hiding in the dark. It can no longer be detected later.

Gu Quan saw him using the flying sword, what?So send a sword manual.

The grievances are over, right?Whether it is an enemy or a friend in the future depends on the positions and interests of both parties.

With a move of consciousness, the small mahogany sword escaped from the small hole reserved on the black cloth bag. Zhang Wenfeng held the hilt of the sword, and was stunned for a while. The sword was not finger-wide and curved. His current level of drawing symbols was not sure. Draw the complex spirit lead rune with three superimposed secret scripts on it.

Compared with the white paper, use Daishi to draw the shape of the flying sword.

Choose a fine-pointed talisman pen, dip it in ink and practice on a flat paper, draw more than ten times in a row, but none of them can be completed.

It's too small, and the runes are interspersed with complexity, and it's not enough to draw at his current level.

He was not discouraged either. With the flying sword and the sword manual in hand, he just practiced slowly to improve the skill of drawing symbols.

He is good at making talismans, he doesn't want to do this kind of thing by others, he has to do it himself.

After dinner and homework, I took out a blank booklet, took some time, first copied a copy of the ancient sword manual, and tried to raise the flying sword into the air, flying according to the waveform on the sword manual.

Perhaps it was because there were no runes drawn on the sword. Compared with his free play, his spiritual consciousness and Yuan Qi consumed a lot.

I had to stop and practice drawing runes on rice paper the size of talisman paper for a while, practice flat stabbing, and practice swordsmanship. Sword, adjust breath and keep quiet, meditate and practice kung fu.

Many days have passed, but he has never been able to enter that peculiar state of "sitting and forgetting".

On the morning of the [-]th, it snowed heavily.

This afternoon will be the annual leave, and the morning will be the year-end assessment.

All the apprentices sat around the largest practice room, and the three instructors sat on the platform. In the middle of the three-foot space, some apprentices were waving bamboo swords, demonstrating what they had learned during this period.

Apprentices take turns to play, and those who are familiar with the practice, wield the bamboo sword coherently, whistling with wind.

Those who just learned how to use swordsmanship, or those who are negligent in practicing swordsmanship, stumbled under the gaze of many people, and even forgot the follow-up sword moves, and ended up sweating profusely, causing the apprentices to laugh in a low voice.

The three lecturers recorded the performance of the apprentices one by one.

No matter how simple the drill is, they can see the degree of mastery of the apprentice's sense of qi and swordsmanship, whether he has worked hard, the level of qualifications, etc. In addition, there are also factors such as timidity and courage, diligence and stealth and slippery. Next year, they will be tutored accordingly. correct.

After three years of training in such a good aura environment, if he can't break through the realm and transform the qi, he will be sent home.

Taoist temples only keep those who are both excellent and hardworking as official disciples, and spend resources to cultivate them.

After the examination of the 36 apprentices who had found aura, it was Wei Jingcheng's turn to come on stage. After saluting with his sword in his arms, he performed half a set of Fengxing swordsmanship learned from his brother, and danced well. It seems that it took time Practice, more skilled than some apprentices.

It's a pity that he didn't even have a meager internal energy in his body, and the sword style he used fell into the eyes of the three experts, just a show full of flaws.

The last one to play was Shui Qingru, a thin black girl. After saluting, she hesitated on the field with her sword in hand.

In fact, she also secretly found a little friend, and learned a few moves of water swordsmanship. When she met the gentle gaze of the master, she decided to practice as usual, "shua", the bamboo sword stabs flat, draws the sword, and stabs flat again.

After the clean three stabs, he held his sword in his hand to salute, then turned around and sat down on the straw futon.

She is the shortest of all apprentices.

After a brief discussion, Yue Anyan got up and announced: "Gu Chaowen, Yan Jing, An Beiyuan, Shen Shan, Tie Jinlin, and Shui Qingru, the six apprentices performed outstandingly and won the rewards of this assessment! Please come up Come."

In the practice hall, there were buzzing discussions, and many apprentices looked at Shui Qingru who walked forward excitedly, showing dissatisfaction, why?

Yue Anyan lowered her hands, and all the noise stopped immediately. She looked around and said, "I'll give you a chance to challenge the six apprentices in front. Whoever wins them will be rewarded for excellence instead."

Immediately, all of them raised their hands in unison.

Yue Anyan said with a smile: "Each apprentice on the stage can accept three challenges... Shi Nanguan, you are the first one, who do you want to challenge?"

The little black fat man stood up, scratched his hair a little embarrassed, and said, "I challenge Shui Qingru."

He was somewhat embarrassed to bully a female apprentice who hadn't found her temperament.

There was a low laugh among the apprentices.

"Come up!"

"Yes."

The other five people went to the side of the table and lined up. The little black fat man and Shui Qingru stood facing each other two feet apart, listening to Daoist Yue announce a few simple rules for sparring.

"Shui Qingru, I'm sorry."

Shi Nanguan swung his bamboo sword, and made a beautiful move of "Flower Blossoms in the Wind", which made him look decent, and stabbed at the shoulder of the skinny girl who was standing stupidly and didn't know how to defend himself.

The 38 apprentices are naturally close to those in the village, and then there are those in the dormitory, and there is another kind of people who have cultivated the sense of qi for about the same time. Invisibly, they are divided into many different small circles.

As for Shui Qingru and Wei Jingcheng who did not have a sense of exhalation, even though everyone played together, some children still thought they were superior to them.

In addition to practicing swords, the three Taoists will teach them some simple basics of offense and defense, and they will learn from each other under the supervision of the instructors to enhance the apprentices' interest in cultivation.

Shui Qingru was a head shorter than the little black fat man, she raised her hand and gave a simple flat stab.

Shi Nanguan, who rushed over with a sword in the opposite direction, let out an "ouch" and backed up clutching his lower right chest, his black face turned pale from the pain, if he wasn't wearing a thick padded jacket, the blow would have been enough.

Yue Anyan stretched out his hand to help Shi Nanguan, input a trace of Yuan Qi, unblocked the Zhongzhu sword for him, immediately stopped the pain, and announced: "Water is as clear as water, victory!"

Shui Qing saluted like a little adult holding a sword: "Accept!" and quickly apologized: "Pumpkin, I'm sorry."

I'm afraid Shi Nanguan won't play with her next time.

There was a cacophony of laughter and "pumpkin" shouts from below.

Shi Nanguan was nicknamed Pumpkin, and suddenly his face turned red like a pumpkin in autumn, and he fled, forgetting to return the ceremony.

As soon as Yue Anyan raised his hand, all kinds of noises stopped, and he asked with a smile: "Who wants to challenge?"

This time, more than half of the hands were raised. Originally, I wanted to pick up a bargain, but I didn’t know that the thin and small Shui Qingru cleaned up the strong pumpkin so badly with just one sword. Being in the forefront is obvious to all, and no one will easily challenge it.

Yue Anyan pointed to a boy who raised his hand: "Zhuang Mi, who do you want to challenge?"

The 12-year-old boy clasped his fists in a polite manner: "Go back to Daoist Yue, I want to challenge Shui Qingru!"

"That's it!"

On the field, two people with huge differences in height raised their swords and stabbed each other after saluting. With bamboo swords of the same length, Zhuang Mi, who had a longer arm, was hit by the sword first, holding his stomach and losing the battle.

Those with sharp eyes can see that the sword is as clear as water, and the sword is steady, fast and resolute, and stabs to the end.