Taoist chanting

Write it down in small print on the official graph, tidy up the room, and walk out rubbing your forehead.

It was almost dusk outside, and the hair of the donkey on the hillside was drenched, like a donkey in a soup, with ice scum left on its long ears. Seeing the priest going out, he seemed to be seeing a relative, and came galloping. Yun Qiuhe seemed very happy. Satisfied that her magic weapon inlay has been replaced with the effect of the Jade Crystal, she flew over with a smile.

"Yun Qiuhe bullied the donkey, she beat me with a weapon..."

Before the donkey's complaint was over, Yun Qiuhe raised two delicate fingers and said with a smile: "I promise to help you get two kinds of spiritual grass seeds, especially the sweet grass, which is crunchy and sweet when bitten. It tastes delicious."

The donkey immediately shut up, gulped and rubbed Yun Qiuhe's shoulder. Not many people could be rubbed by it.

Zhang Wenfeng cast a contemptuous glance, this foodie is too easy to buy, at least three kinds of spiritual grass seeds are needed, and they are eaten in rotation.

"Let's go and have dinner."

When it was getting dark, the two of them walked out of the base together with a donkey, and went to patrol the northwest direction.

Form a triangular formation in the air and on the ground, which is convenient for defense and attack.

The night passed, except for encountering two ghost spies, everything went smoothly and nothing happened.

The next few days were such boring repetitions.

During the day, he rested and slept in the morning, got up to practice in the afternoon, and patrolled the wilderness and wasteland all night long at night. All he encountered were some scattered low-level ghost spies, who were dealt with casually by the donkey.

Gradually getting familiar with the wilderness and wilderness, I learned about Guizai Ridge and the Yaozu side, and stopped wandering along the edge, often crossing the wasteland.

These days, the group of ghosts in Guizai Ridge has been surprisingly quiet and did not come out in a big way. There were only three small-scale battles with the monks in the wasteland. There are big moves on Five Ghosts Day.

Fast forward to April 25th.

More than 30 more monks came from the Barren Stone Ridge base one after another.

Although I haven't heard of the day when the attack was launched, the dignified atmosphere before the war became more and more obvious. The base monks came in and out, very busy.

Yun Qiuhe heard some rumors, saying that around the end of the month, Mr. Mo from the Jinhua Pavilion fought against the third-order ghost from Guizailing last time, and suffered some injuries, and he will heal by then.

Chapter 226 Xiaoya endures hardship and enjoys happiness

Xianlingguan Qingzheng is another courtyard, and the B character practice room.

The water is as clear as practicing flat stabbing against a wooden post. Every time you stab, there is a faint "huh" sound. The speed is extremely fast. The tip of the sword stops about an inch away from the wooden post. The tip of the sword cannot shake. The master said that this can control the sword force,?Train your sword sense.

She has increased the amount of training now, and she has to practice [-] flat stabs and [-] sword chops every day.

Only two moves are practiced, other sword styles are not practiced at all.

She is wearing a single robe, her forehead is covered with fine sweat, and she strives for the correct posture every time she stabs,?The strength penetrated to the tip of the sword.

The delicate little girl Shang Qingyun shuttled between the nine wooden stakes on the left,?A bamboo sword danced beautifully, her internal energy was well cultivated, and the whine of the bamboo sword was like the ebb and flow of the tide.

Not everyone can bear the boring and hard work of only practicing one or two basic sword moves every day.

What's more, the lecturer said that combining body skills and sword skills practice is of great help to the cultivation of inner breath.

So gradually, the apprentices all gave up the extra flat stab practice, and now only Shui Qingru persisted as before, and even Wei Jingcheng, who also had no training qualifications, changed to practice other body skills and sword skills.

There were still a few people in the practice room. The little fat man Shi Nanguan practiced sword in the open space on the right. When he stopped to drink water, he saw that Shui Qingru was resting, and shouted: "Little girl, shall we fight again tomorrow?"

"Pumpkin, you can't beat me. If you lose, you have to go to the Jiji Hall to copy scriptures. Why bother?"

The water is as clear as wiping sweat with a towel, right?Enough rest, huh?Kindly remind me.

Since watching the three sword fights between the Lord and others,?Her understanding of Ping Ci is difficult for ordinary people, and she has a deep memory. She has to reminisce and imitate some of the subtle moves every day. She has mastered three changes in Ping Ci.

They all look similar, but in fact there is a big difference inside, which is mysterious and unspeakable.

She doesn't know the advanced ways of using swords such as sealing, blocking, unloading, and hanging, because the master didn't teach her, so she didn't learn it. She only knows that with the three-style flat stab, she can resolve countless moves.

In her eyes, the complete sets of swordsmanship practiced by her friends are all showy, and they cannot withstand her suppression of flat stabs.

Except for Senior Brother Wei Jingjie's pistol, she dare not say that she can block it, but if she seizes the first opportunity, she won't lose?

She didn't know that it was because her vision had improved too much, which made her confidence rise inexplicably.

Just keep in mind Guanzhu’s teachings: guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and do it yourself.

Occasionally, she feels ashamed because she looks down on her companion's swordsmanship from the bottom of her heart, how can she be proud?She didn't even find a sense of breath.

Feel regretful after saying that,?She was proud again, so she quickly calmed down,?Not wanting to talk much, she held the bamboo sword flat with her right hand, mobilizing her body strength, recalling the sword demonstrated by the master, she did not rush to stab the bamboo sword in her hand, she learned to gather momentum.

Shi Nanguan quacked with a strange smile: "Now my inner breath is getting stronger and stronger, and I'm proficient in practicing the 'Luo Mu Flying Foil Sword'. You can do one move back and forth. I have found a way to break it. I don't believe I can't beat you this time." ..."

Shui Qingru seemed to have never heard of it, and suddenly stabbed forward with a sword. The combination of speed and strength made her feel that the sword was impeccable, so she simply leaned forward, "Poof", the bamboo sword pierced both sides of the wooden stake. three inches.

Shi Nanguan was like a duck being strangled by the neck, he couldn't speak for a few times, his eyes were wide open.

With a bamboo sword piercing the stake, he was frightened.

What else?It is impossible for his flesh to be as solid as a wooden stake. Thinking about the pain of this sword stabbing, his face changed.

"Pumpkin, what did you just say?"

Shui Qingru was stunned for a moment, and then regained consciousness. She had achieved half the level of the one-sword stabbing demonstrated by the temple master before. She was able to transmit the strength of her legs, waist, and brawn to her arms and wrists, and her strength reached the tip of the sword. She had made great progress even though she was wearing wooden stakes. She was very happy and asked with her head tilted.

Just now, she was too concentrated and didn't hear clearly what Shi Nanguan said to her.

Shaking it vigorously up and down to pull out the bamboo sword pierced into the wooden stake, the palm and the tiger's mouth felt a little painful, but fortunately, there was no skin injury, and the palm rubbed a little red.

"No...not much."

Shi Nanguan said weakly, how could he laugh so weirdly, pulling the corners of his mouth was uglier than crying, why did he want to propose a sword fight with Xiaoya tomorrow?What a shame!

"Wow, little girl, you pierced the stake with a sword, you are so powerful!"

The delicate little girl exclaimed, and ran over to touch the opening left by the bamboo sword on the wooden post, the real sword mark, and then touched the tip of the bamboo sword, which was the same as the bamboo sword she used, with a semi-round head, why? Can it penetrate a stake?

Gu Rong

Shui Qingru has nothing to do with everyone calling her "Xiaoya" nickname now, she doesn't correct it intentionally, and being praised by her companions, she feels very useful in her heart, and said humbly, "Where is it."

Wanting to grin, she tried to tell herself not to be proud.

The other two friends also gathered around and yelled.

"Little girl, how did you do it?"

"Yeah, it's wood, I'll try it too."

Seeing Shi Nanguan sneaking away to the back door quietly, the delicate girl rolled her eyes and shouted deliberately:

"Hey, Pumpkin, why are you going? It's training time, and you're lazy."

"I... go pee."

"Don't forget the sword fight with Xiaoya tomorrow."

"What sword fight? Don't talk nonsense..."

Shi Nanguan ran away in a hurry, which attracted a lot of laughter. Anyway, he would not fight swords with the little girl, at least recently, he would not even mention it. How could he have such great strength without cultivating his inner breath?

He couldn't understand anything.

Not long after, news of Shui Qingru piercing a wooden stake with a sword spread to Yue Anyan and Zhang Wenxing.

The two came to the practice room, asked the apprentices who had come to see the strange things to go back to their respective rooms to work hard, and checked the sword hole.

Yue Anyan took the little girl's hand to check, the slender palm was covered with thick calluses from sword practice, she touched it lightly, and said with a smile: "Shui Qingru, use your previous feeling to stab at the air Show us a sword."

She was careful not to let the sword pierce the stake, for fear that the little girl's palm would be hurt.

"Yes!"

Shui Qingruping raised the bamboo sword, calmed down, accumulated all the strength in his body, and slowly found that feeling again.

She stabbed at the stake with a "shua" sword, the speed was extremely fast, the tip of the sword was only an inch away from the stake and stopped suddenly, motionless, a slight strong wind hit the stake, blowing away a little dust on it.

There was a gleam of joy in the eyes of Yue Anyan and Zhang Wenxing.

They saw that the little girl had developed her internal energy, although it was weak, it was genuine internal energy.

The strange thing is that Shui Qingru has never found that sense of aura. Could it be that the aura of the non-attributed "Inner Extreme Breathing Method" practiced by Shui Qingru is different from that of other apprentices?

"This sword has been practiced very well. The strength and speed have been raised to a higher level. From now on, you can't compete with others casually unless we are watching. Shui Qingru, you stand still, I will help you You investigate the situation of Dantian Qihai."

Yue Anyan gave some instructions, stretched out two fingers, and pressed the little girl's lower abdomen through the unlined clothes, felt it carefully for a moment, then removed his fingers, looked at the little girl who was looking up with anticipation, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, you are practicing Out of breath! It should have been a few days."

"Wow!"

The little girl jumped three feet high and almost burst into tears with joy.

She has been unable to cultivate the sense of qi for a long time, and she seems to be not in a hurry with a smile on her face, but how can she not be in a hurry?

She didn't dare to show any complaints or impatience. She was an apprentice accepted by Master Wen Xing as an exception. She had no way out, and she didn't want to go back to the old days of being stared at, cold-eyed, disgusted, and often beaten when she had no food. Well, the friendliness my elder brother and sister-in-law showed to her during the Chinese New Year was all because she had entered the fairy temple, and she had already woken up.

She practiced diligently, enshrined the teachings of the temple master to Ruo Guigao, and only practiced one move according to the temple master's request.

Now she has finally successfully overcome the first difficulty, which made her see the hope of staying in the Fairy Temple for a long time.

The temple master once encouraged her: "Only by suffering and suffering can one become a master!"

She has nothing but to endure hardship!

She can endure hardship better than everyone else, but she doesn’t actually feel suffering. In Qingzheng other courtyard, she is enjoying the blessings of reading, reading, reciting scriptures, listening to stories, practicing and doing some work every day.

Chapter 227

On the evening of the 25th, two people and a donkey patrolled the wilderness as usual.

The donkey spread its hooves and ran softly and silently. It was no longer suspicious, but it was still more than ten feet behind. In its shameless words, it could be the finale of a big task!

After patrolling three times, I estimated that the time had passed,?The two fell to a low barren hill to the south to rest.

Compared with other tasks, the wind patrol is an easy task. There is no one to supervise, and it is easy to pass the time by being lazy. The two are not pedantic people. Since Mr. Gao and Mr. Mo seem to take care of them intentionally,?They are happy to be at leisure.

Is it more important to kill the earth ghost to obtain the soul stone or to be safe and comfortable?The two can still figure it out.

What's more, there are rewards for successfully completing the task.

At first Zhang Wenfeng thought it was Yun Qiuhe's sect,?The greeting to the two lords, after getting acquainted with Zhubi City, I realized that it was deliberately arranged by Master Gao Yi of Weiyun Temple.

He guessed that he had something to do with Cen Sanlin, and he hadn't met the swordsman who fell into self-doubt for several days, so he couldn't ask about it.

After eating some dry food and drinking a few sips of water, Yun Qiuhe set up a simple protective water formation around the two of them with formation flags. lookout.

The sky is weak, the wilderness is dark, and from time to time, ghosts and beasts can be faintly heard from afar.

The night wind was cool, and the donkey, which was full of food and drink, stood under the tree halfway up the mountain, motionless like a black statue.

I don't know how long it has passed, the donkey's ears moved suddenly, and it turned its head to listen for a moment,?No more hesitation, jump to the top of the dwarf hill,?Stepping on the weeds and bushes, with only a little sound, the speed is as fast as the wind.

He ran to the two people who were meditating, and touched the invisible water formation with his hoof.

Ripples appeared in the water formation, Yun Qiuhe suddenly opened his eyes, and saw the donkey outside the formation pointing to the southwest with its foreleg and hoof, knowing that there was a situation, she stood up gently, she did not intend to alarm Guanzhu Zhang, first look for it whats the matter.

Zhang Wenfeng opened his eyes and stood up. It was impossible to immerse himself in cultivation in the wilderness, and he woke up with a start at the slightest movement.

Walking out of the water formation, I heard a slight sound of weapons clashing, which was still some distance away.

The fight was not small, accompanied by strange yelling and cursing.

"It's a demon language!"

Yun Qiuhe said through voice transmission, she looked at Guanzhu Zhang.

Zhang Wenfeng pressed his hand.

The donkey understood, and quickly went to the foot of the mountain to find a place to hide,?Yun Qiuhe quickly collected a few array flags,?He and Guanzhu Zhang hid behind the rocks under the tree respectively, holding their breath and concentrating.

The situation is a little weird, isn't it?The two will not show up easily, so let's observe first before talking.

The Wilderness Wasteland is next to the Broken Moon Demon Forest, which belongs to the territory of the Da'an Dynasty. As a buffer area between the human race and the demon race, there are few people inhabited. Occasionally, there are hunters hunting. Come on, Da'an saw the most expulsion of the border monks.

Even if there is a conflict between a monk and a demon cultivator, most of them will not bring it up on the stage if they fight privately to win or lose.

Zhang Wenfeng hid among the branches, about seven or eight zhang away from Yunqiuhe, with a restrained breath looking towards the southwest through the gaps in the leaves.

Holding the branches with his palms, feeling the vitality of the trees, a strange idea suddenly popped up in his mind, could he transform his own wood energy into a similar grassy atmosphere, so as to achieve the best hiding effect in the woods?

Because no matter how restrained, there are still some breath fluctuations, just the amount.

In a certain distance range, it can hide from the detection of the same level, but it is difficult to say if it is close.

He slowly transformed Yuan Qi into wood qi, the qi mechanism was a little unstable, and the fluctuation range was slightly larger.

Not far away, Yun Qiuhe noticed it and turned his head to look over.