Taoist chanting

The forest near the water pool has been regularized, some miscellaneous trees have been dug out, and fruit trees purchased outside have been planted.

Then I went to Wangxia Ridge in the northwest. The two spiritual plants given by Xuanyunguan and Dengtianlou were small saplings about three feet long. It would take at least three to five years to grow and bear fruit.

Absorb the vital essence of the nearby weeds and nourish the spiritual plants that have taken root.

Since he has the means of secret methods, of course he has to speed up the growth of Lingzhi, just pay attention not to overdo it.

Turned around and walked into Qingzheng other courtyard, the bell for class had already rang, the apprentices who were playing around and the teacher who was not doing business properly, all went back to the courtyards, and the donkey went into the dining hall to eat and drink.

Walking along the corridor, there are people in the training hall, meditation practice room, library, and practice room. Well, there are also people in the rule hall. It is Shi Nanguan who violated some rules and is punished for copying scriptures.

The teaching in Qingzheng Bieyuan is divided into big and small classes. During the big class, all the apprentices are together, mainly for literacy and scripture explanation.

There was a quarrel in the practice room, and I heard a few words outside.

Immediately after walking in, the little guys who were arguing inside immediately silenced and saluted respectfully. Zhang Wenfeng took down a teaching bamboo sword from the wall and said: "Shui Qingru, come forward and attack with a flat stab. I will teach you How do you defend with flat stabs."

"Yes, Lord Guan."

The little black and skinny girl, who had grown a lot taller, held her sword in a respectful salute, and then stabbed flat with her sword.

She still hasn't found the sense of aura yet, but the flat stab is the best practiced by all the apprentices, with fast speed and strong momentum of the sword tip.

Just now she had a dispute with three unconvinced companions. The focus of the dispute was nothing more than the fact that flat stabs can be used for offense, but not for defense.

Zhang Wenfeng's sword pointed down slightly, the difference in height between the two was too great, he slanted against the bamboo sword that was stabbing him in a small area, forming a subtle circling forward thrust, defusing the opponent's attack in one fell swoop, forcing the attacking little girl to retreat, forming a continuous attack. Offensive posture, pressing all the way until there is no way to retreat.

He learned this move from He Guangjun, and there are other defensive methods for flat thrusts, so it is not suitable to teach them all at once.

"Did you see clearly?"

"See it clearly, thank you for your guidance!"

The little girl was very excited, she immediately discovered the magical effect of this defensive method, and memorized the essence of it. In the future, whoever argued with her that the flat stab cannot be defended, she would use the bamboo sword to speak.

"Offense is the best defense!"

Seeing that the little girl really understood, Zhang Wenfeng left a philosophical sentence and walked out of the small practice room.

The other three apprentices surrounded Shui Qingru and asked her to demonstrate Bishop Guan's flat stab defense a few more times.

They have practiced the flat jab for a short period of time, and their experience is not so deep.

Cultivation can make people enlightened, and none of the little guys are stupid.

Chapter 207 Someone worships the mountain to challenge

Day after day, the fields are easy to practice.

In a blink of an eye, it will be March in Yangchun, and the grass grows and the warbler flies to the blue sky.

"Your still life sketches are well practiced, with accurate shapes, keen handling of light and shadow, virtual reality, and perspective mastery, but you can still describe the subject more deeply,? The overall grasp needs to be strengthened. In the next stage, I will teach you The basic exercises of figure painting, such as drawing a skull, I will show you two skulls from different angles."

Zhang Wenfeng commented on a batch of Yun Qiuhe's recent works with some professional vocabulary, and then took a piece of quarto rice paper, fixed it on a custom-made wooden drawing board easel, and waved a charcoal stick to draft and outline a skull.

Cut out a large shape with a few strokes, scrape out the deep eye socket hole, and then the nasal bone,?Then the cheekbone position.

Write a skull head silently, and you can draw it with your eyes closed.

Back then, he did not know how many paintings, and took a nap in the studio with a skull in his arms.

Yun Qiuhe couldn't take her eyes off her eyes. She even touched a zombie, and she didn't care about the mere skull. She was excited that she could finally get in touch with the basics of portraits.

Yue Anyan was originally sitting at the coffee table drinking tea, and he had long been accustomed to the painting exchange between the two of them in a few days. Hearing the temple master talking about skulls, he became curious, so he got up and walked around to a place near the window. The viewer painted what she thought was a skull, and it looked so scary.

Although she is not afraid, the painting is too real.

There was the sound of running footsteps in the corridor outside, and an apprentice stopped at the door and knocked on the door politely.

"Monastery,? Someone came to pay homage to the mountain, this is his invitation card!"

The apprentice is twelve or thirteen years old,?With delicate features and a slightly pointed face, he lowered his head slightly and presented a brown-yellow wooden box decorated with cloud patterns with both hands, speaking clearly and concisely.

Seeing the charcoal-black hands of the temple master, Yue Anyan reached out to receive the worship box, opened the box and took out a single note with exquisite brocade pattern and jade color, and read: "Chongzhou Weiyun Temple worships Cen Sanlin."

Yun Qiuhe let out a "huh" in surprise, looked away from the drawing paper, glanced at the prayer box and invitation card in Yue Anyan's hands, and said with a smile: "Monastery Master, you are in trouble. You." Then he asked the young apprentice who stepped aside, "Gu Chaowen, are there three of them here?"

"Daozhang Huiyun, there are three of them here."

The boy answered with clasped fists.

Zhang Wenfeng put down the stick of charcoal in his hand, scooped up water to wash his hands, and said, "Is this Cen Sanlin famous?"

Yun Qiuhe laughed and said, "It's about the same reputation as He Guangjun."

Zhang Wenfeng understood that Cen Sanlin was a swordsman, and he challenged him everywhere to sharpen his sword skills. He probably heard He Guangjun talk about him, right?I came here specially to pay a visit to this unknown man. Chongzhou is located in the west of Nanjiang Prefecture, adjacent to the Luobaoling Forest leading to the Great Liang Kingdom.

After washing his hands, Zhang Wenfeng walked out, glanced at Yun Qiuhe who was following, and said, "Your eyes seem to be a little gloating? I'm still sick, how can I compete with others?"

"No, how could it be? How can you say that about me, our group?"

Yun Qiuhe categorically denied it, but the exaggerated expression showing ten teeth betrayed her, and he laughed a few times inexplicably, and said: "Cen Sanlin, Du Huijian, and Xianyunke, the three of them broke through in the southwestern states in the past two years. A bit of fame, practitioners jokingly call them the 'Three Musketeers', don't you think this nickname is funny?"

Yue Anyan couldn't understand Yunshangren's strange brain circuit, what's so funny about it?

Isn't it just stringing together one word of each of the three people's names, which is a very normal way of picking nicknames. Although it is a bit tacky, it is still catchy, easy to recognize and remember.

She gave Yun Qiuhe, who was giggling alone beside her, a caring look.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't smile either, and gave him a disdainful look of "You have such a low smile".

He could understand Yun Qiuhe's ability to think wildly, which was a homonym for "Three Bitches", but he didn't want to join forces with Yun Qiuhe and lower the situation.

谷涃

The young boy who fell at the end secretly glanced at the main painting, was startled by the little skull, and hurried out after him.

Yun Qiuhe was very dissatisfied with the lack of cooperation of the two serious Taoist priests, it was too boring.

Why does she find it funny every time she hears it?

"You guys... hey, wait for me. You can practice swordsmanship with them casually later. The three of them are stuck in the Qi Transformation Realm. Send it away casually? How can you use too much Yuan Qi?"

"Master Yun, you can't say that. You have to go all out when you start to learn from each other. It's disrespectful to the sword cultivator to hide it!"

Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Wenfeng scolded and spoke uprightly.

Yun Qiuhe gave me a supercilious look, so just pretend, big-tailed wolf, but there were apprentices following her, so she didn't want to expose her with bad words, so she just sneered: "He Guangjun didn't seem to go all out when he was sparring with you. Hey, it's very disrespectful to you."

She has deep resentment towards He Guangjun, and she can use it as a negative example at any time.

"Daozhang He and I were too different in cultivation. He was willing to suppress his cultivation to compete with me. He happened to give the opponent the greatest respect. Yunshangren, don't mess around."

The two bickered all the way and walked towards the foot of the dwarf mountain.

Yue Anyan had long since accepted the eccentricity, she just smiled and watched the excitement, not getting involved or helping.

There was still some distance from the Shanmen Memorial Archway, and Yun Qiuhe suddenly sent a voice transmission: "Cen Sanlin carries three secret techniques with him, and the rules of the three of them, if anyone can defeat them, communicate with them, let them gain something in swordsmanship, You can choose a secret method that does not pass on. With your ability, it is not difficult to defeat them? Just fool them with a few words, let them suddenly think that they have gained something, but when they turn around and find that there is nothing in the cloud, it is not yours. good at?"

Only then did Zhang Wenfeng understand the real reason why Yun Qiuhe had been urging him to accept the challenge. Ignoring the last two sentences, the sound transmission asked: "It's been two years, haven't they finished losing the secret method in their hands? Could it be that they copied several copies?" Are you going to challenge around?"

If the secret technique spreads, it cannot become a secret technique, but a technique sold in a shop in Fangshi.

"You underestimate their strength as sword cultivators. They have some hard skills, and before the sparring, they will negotiate some customary rules. Even if the general gradual decline monks are lowered to the same level of cultivation and want to beat them, it is not easy. It is even more difficult to let them gain something in swordsmanship."

"Aren't they worried that some monks in the fading realm will secretly intercept and seize the treasure?"

"They have practiced a sword formation together, and they are not afraid of being besieged by three or two monks in the fading realm. Besides, whenever they go to a place, they will first go to the Daolu branch to register. Anyone who wants to challenge anyone will report in advance. Be well-behaved. Besides, Weiyun Temple is not a vegetarian, and its power is greater than that of Nine Crane Palace, who would take their fate to provoke easily?"

While speaking, several people had already arrived under the archway.

Three zhang away from the mountain gate stood two men and a woman, only the woman was wearing Taoist robes, the two men had different clothes.

The head of the tall and strong man was wrapped in white gauze on his right shoulder, with dried blood remaining. He had a big unshaven face and leopard eyes and thick eyebrows. He stared at Zhang Wenfeng who was walking in the middle with two swords hanging from his waist.

The majestic momentum rushed to the face, and the domineering and unreasonable sword repair was vividly reflected.

Zhang Wenfeng's feet landed on the ground like taking root, how could the guy on the opposite side have a perfect energy transformation state?It is clearly already in decline.

The strength of the sword cultivator who is gradually weakening is not to be underestimated.

The information provided by Yun Qiuhe is out of date.

He spun his feet outwards, using the sword-grinding stance he had comprehended, to guide and defuse the attacking aura on both sides, so that there was no need for a head-to-head confrontation, who stipulated that the sword cultivator must move forward recklessly?

What's more, he is a serious Taoist cultivator.

Chapter 208 An Ordinary Sword Like an Immortal Guides the Way

"Cen Daoist, why do you look like you are here to play games? Could it be that you have advanced to the Gradient Realm, your skills are stronger, your vision is higher, and you can sweep away the big and small Daoist sects in Nanjiang Prefecture?"

Yun Qiuhe sneered, stared at the burly man opposite him, and sarcastically sarcastically.

Cen Sanlin is wearing a coarse single robe,?Haha laughed and cupped his fists to apologize: "In his words, Daoist He highly praised Zhang Guanzhu, saying that Zhang Guanzhu is stunningly beautiful and talented in swordsmanship, so when we met for the first time, Cen couldn't resist making a move. Forgive Zhang Guanzhu, is it Cen?" Abrupt!"

The big man bowed down to worship,?I can bend and stretch, and I don't feel embarrassed at all.

Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly raised his hand, clasped his fists in return, "Cen Daoist made a serious statement, Zhang is ashamed and dare not take it, ashamed!"

Yun Qiuhe snorted: "He Guangjun is uneasy and kind, this is to roast Guanzhu Zhang on the fire."

She sharply pointed out He Guangjun's sinister intentions.

The young man in the white robe at the back, who looked more like a scholar than a swordsman, raised his brows in dissatisfaction, he smiled and cupped his fists and said, "I haven't seen Daoist Yun for a long time, congratulations to Daoist Yun for breaking through, and the immortal way has reached a higher level!" After finishing the polite words, he changed his tone and said, "Xian seems to remember that Daoist Yun is a master of Xuanyun Guan, when did he change his school and join Xianling Temple?"

It means that you, an outsider, are not ashamed to make irresponsible remarks here.

Yun Qiuhe smiled and took out a jade tablet,?Brighten up, and said: "I came to Xianlingguan to be a Taoist priest,? I didn't have time to post a message to inform you, and I made a long noise,? It's a sin, a sin!"

She deliberately emphasized the word "idle Taoist leader", because she didn't have that kind of leisure time.

Although Keqing Taoist priests are not so formal, they can be regarded as half masters.

The woman in Taoist robes has a delicate figure, looking timid and weak, she stepped forward with a smile on her face, and said: "Sister Yun, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and we will get together when we return to the city, you and them are so angry very?"

Yun Qiuhe pulled the woman and said with a smile: "Stay longer this time, I'll show you around, don't rush away. The two of them, why don't you go, we won't entertain you."

The petite woman named Du Huijian smiled without showing her teeth: "I'll go with you, stay with them, I'm bored."

Zhang Wenfeng understood that Yun Qiuhe and the three of them were acquaintances.

There is no shortage of exchanges between the disciples of the great sect, and of course there is also no shortage of open and secret fights,?There is competition.

After a brief introduction to each other, Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand and invited the three of them to the mountain as guests, since it was inconvenient for foreigners to be entertained in other courtyards.

Yue Anyan fell behind, and briefly explained to the young man on duty, asking him to go back to Qingzheng other courtyard, and change the next class to self-study, and let Wei Jingjie and the older boys supervise the apprentices' practice and study.

The second senior brother took the donkey on a mission yesterday, and he doesn't know when he will be back.

Burning incense in the main hall to pay homage to Taoist ancestors, everyone sat down in the west hall, served tea and greeted for a while, Cen Sanlin directly proposed to learn swordsmanship with Zhang Guanzhu, and also explained some rules, he will lower his cultivation until he reaches the perfection of Qi, but the sword has no eyes, If there is any damage, you can only bear it yourself, and ask Yun Qiuhe, a sharp-mouthed person, to be notarized.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't immediately agree, and asked curiously, "Cen Daoist, what's the injury on your shoulder?"

Cen Sanlin smiled and said: "It's not a problem, it's already fine. I had a sparring with Daoist He in early February, and I was injured more severely at that time. Fortunately, I gained a little understanding of the way of swordsmanship. While recuperating in Nanjiangzhou City, I was lucky enough to break through. A few days ago, I found Master He to compete again, but he was still not as good as others, so he instructed me to come to you."

Yun Qiuhe interjected and asked, "Cen Daoist, how many copies of the secret technique do you have left?"

Cen Sanlin didn't hide anything, and said with a smile: "There is only one footwork secret book left, and Taoist He chose one boxing technique."

"Oh, there is another sword skill, who has to go? Can you let me know."

"Friend Daoist Yun, forgive me, I promised that one, but I can't say it."

Cen Sanlin was more tactful and flexible than He Guangjun when it came to dealing with the world. He looked at Zhang Guanzhu and asked, "What's Zhang Guan's idea? If you have any concerns, feel free to raise them. We can discuss them."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded with a smile.

He was actually quite moved to learn swordsmanship with Xianyunke and Du Huijian who were in the same realm.

It was hard to find an opponent. After he sparred with He Guangjun, he practiced alone for several months. In the blink of an eye, it was now March [-]rd, and when his spiritual plant corn was planted, the seedlings grew as long as he pinched his fingers.

The level of my own swordsmanship is high or low. Only when I compete with my peers, or even with Cen Sanlin, a new sword cultivator who has only been promoted for less than a month, can I improve and discover my own shortcomings.

Working behind closed doors for a long time is not good for vision and state of mind.

He has used his tempered wood energy to suppress the red silk witchcraft for more than two months.

A few days ago, Ji Shixi flew over again to check on him, and returned without saying a few words.

He knew that Dr. Ji was on duty, and he had to keep track of his progress and report to his superiors. He also wanted to try whether he could suppress the witchcraft after using Yuan Qi, as an attempt.

Even if the witch spell breaks out, it would not be difficult for Yun Qiuhe to cooperate with the acting, and it would not be difficult to ask Ji Shixi to come over.

"Cen Daoist, I asked a few apprentices to watch the battle, gain some knowledge and broaden their horizons, won't it hinder you?"