Taoist chanting

"Go down!"

"Yes!"

Feng Chengfeng clasped his fists slightly, turned around and strode out the door with a very unsightly expression.

Feng Chengyun wanted to intercede for his cousin, but he didn't dare to speak up. Master Qi Yue was obviously annoyed at Feng Chengfeng's self-assertion, self-willedness, and almost lost his life.

There was silence in the empty room.

"Our Nine Crane Palace seems to have infinite scenery, but in fact, the tree is so big that it attracts the wind, and it is in danger. There are countless pressures from all kinds of light and darkness, but some stupid people are not restrained, and they are arrogant everywhere. If they are so capable, they will create a free environment for them. Let others see."

Venerable Qi Yue showed no expression on his face, and said: "You have a calm temperament, I have always been at ease in doing things, and when you take office, I don't need to teach you how to do it."

Feng Chengyun clasped his fists to signal his understanding.

"Don't blame me for being cruel, let Chengfeng return to the border to suffer. Zhang Wenfeng has several forces behind him, and he can count with his fingers. He just wanted to provoke him, thinking that after a fight, he would become friends with a few polite words. ? Childish! And... that girl in the black dress is not simple!"

"Yes, Chengyun understands!"

"Go down!"

Chapter 257 The pain of quenching the body, breaking and then standing

When I saw Mo Ye again, it was the afternoon of harvesting wheat.

The small piece of wheat stalks in the northwest corner of the wheat field are green and strong. It is the time when the ears of wheat are filling, and they will have to grow for more than a month before they mature.

Zhang Wenfeng was wearing a short jacket, trousers and a straw hat. When he saw Mo Ye and Tu Kun coming from the side of the stream, he put down his work, what?Walking past, the apprentices were busy in the wheat field, cutting, binding, and transporting. In fact, there was no need for him, the master, to go to the field to work.

Joke about the weather, ?Zhang Wenfeng followed Mo Ye to the east forest by stepping on the stream, asking for advice on how to exercise his body?

People who haven't seen Mo Ye all day these days, maybe they are staying in the cave?Or went to the haunted woods to plant flowers?

The two fox demons didn't come back, probably because they were rushing to go through the formalities of handing over the land.

Mo Ye stood still and said, "You can temper your body with the wood fire or wood thunder you cultivated. This is the most suitable way to teach according to your body. There are also a few quick-acting methods, but you have to do it well. Prepare to suffer a bit."

"Please advise."

"You can ask Tu Kun for help. He is an earth spirit, he is good at using earth methods, and he is good at tempering his body."

After Mo Ye finished speaking, he continued to walk on the stream.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at Tu Kun, who was smiling obscenely behind him. Goosebumps all over his body, and the four bright words "revenge for personal revenge" were almost written in this guy's orange eyes.

Feng Shui took turns, and he suspected that Mo Ye was deliberately looking for opportunities for Tu Kun.

Zhang Wenfeng made a haha, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Tukun, you are busy first, I will temper my body with wood fire for the time being, and I will ask you to help me after laying a good foundation." Leave the disappointed Tu Ling behind, and take a few steps, right?Following Mo Ye and walking forward, he asked with concern: "Mo Ye,? How are your flowers doing?"

Mo Ye shook his head: "It's not going well."

Looking up at the sky, there is a small black dot flying towards the sky in the distance to the east.

"Your friend is here."

After Mo Ye finished speaking, she continued to move forward. She didn't want to discuss with Guanzhu Zhang the experience of failure in planting flowers. No matter how powerful she is, she is not omnipotent. The environment in the world is not suitable for planting flowers and plants in the underworld, so she has to think about it.

Tu Kun chuckled and left a meaningful sentence: "Guardian Zhang, please let me know when you need help, we people, please don't be polite." Pi Dian Dian went up to serve the hairpin ancestor.

He really wanted to provide free "help" to Guanzhu Zhang. Otherwise, the suffocation that had been held in his heart for hundreds of years would still be hard to get rid of. When he thought about it occasionally, he would feel aggrieved.

Zhang Wenfeng laughed and said, "Definitely, definitely."

The more I don't want to give this old man a chance, he should still be self-reliant and temper his body, right?Stand still and wait for a while,?Watching Yun Qiuhe fall down.

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Yun Gaoqian, the future is bright!"

"Why is Zhang Guanzhu so polite again? Those two are your friends?"

Yun Qiuhe looked at the two figures from behind in the forest, what?asked curiously.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and nodded, not intending to introduce him, turned around and walked towards the wheat field, and said, "Aren't you going to experience harvesting wheat? If you don't come, they will finish harvesting."

Yun Qiuhe took out a small cloth bag from his cuff and handed it to Guanzhu Zhang: "I found three kinds of spiritual grass seeds, not many in number, and there are more than ten spiritual rice seeds, you can find a way to cultivate them yourself." Then he laughed softly: " Thanks to you, I got a storage bag as a reward this time, which is much more convenient for storing items."

Zhang Wenfeng took over the bag, which was good news, more than a dozen spiritual rice seeds had time to grow for a season.

Yun Qiuhe tapped his feet, and couldn't wait to fly low to the wheat field.

Her arrival caused the apprentices to cheer.

Zhang Wenfeng took a glance at Yun Qiuhe, the playful teacher who was supposed to be teaching, and took out all the fashionable snacks he bought from Zhoucheng, and was distributing them to the little guys who hadn't washed their hands. He smiled and shook his head. Can you not be welcome?

After returning to the Houshan cave, he opened the cloth bag, and there were four small paper bags inside. He opened them one by one, and there were sixteen spiritual rice seeds, which was enough for him, and he could get at least 2000 seeds for one season of cultivation.

The inside of the packaged paper is written in beautiful small letters with various sub names, simple precautions, etc.

He looked at it carefully, and after he knew what he knew, he immediately went out and asked his second senior brother, Niuniu, to plow the harvested wheat fields and sort out some plots to dry for a few days. Wash the Lingdao seeds and put them into a damp cloth bag to accelerate germination.

After finishing his dinner, Yun Qiuhe flew towards the county seat while it was still dark.

She works as a wind watcher at the Daolu branch in Zhoucheng, and she has two days of rest every half a month.

In the next few days, Zhang Wenfeng and the second senior brother turned the land in the sun and fertilized it, sprinkled the few remaining seeds of the fruit, covered it with a layer of soil and fertilizer, and planted the germinated spiritual rice in the paddy field one by one.

There are two senior brothers who are watching the growth of the seeds in the field. Zhang Wenfeng can do his own thing with confidence, flip through the books, and look up the common sense on tempering the body. "Mountain Five Thunder Art", the donkey can't practice for the time being, and it will be given to it after it breaks through and advances to the second level.

I borrowed the body training method of mine washing technique, and communicated with the donkey who took a short break several times.

Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged in the secret room of the cave mansion, with his upper body bare. He mobilized the wood fire he cultivated and slowly released it, covering his entire palm. Using the blazing high temperature of the wood fire, he slowly tempered and baked the skin. Flesh the skin, remove impurities, and temper the muscles and bones.

In just one word, he was sweating profusely in pain.

After resting for a while, I switched to the right palm to temper again. There is no shortcut to tempering the body, one has to go through the pain again and again and slowly work it out, so it goes back and forth until the wood fire in the body is exhausted.

After tempering, he tore open a pack of primary body-building medicinal powder that he bought from the Zhen Pavilion in the county town, and put it into a stone bucket filled with spiritual spring water in another room, stirred it evenly, and then submerged himself in the water. Yungong accepts the soaking of medicinal powder.

I didn't feel it at first, but my back was full of itching and tingling, like an ant biting a needle, and it felt very uncomfortable.

Half an hour later, he climbed out of the bucket, went to another bucket filled with clean water to clean it, and put on clean underwear and robes. He was so exhausted that he fell asleep, and he didn't even have the strength to move. Zi Yungong adjusted the breath, and fell into a deep sleep after the nine turns of the week.

More than ten days later, when Yun Qiuhe Xiumu came again, Zhang Wenfeng gradually got used to the pain of tempering with wood fire and soaking in potion. He really admired that monstrous donkey for being able to temper his body with lightning and torture himself over and over again.

That guy is inhuman, so it's okay to refuse to accept it.

The two walked on the ridge of the field.

"Guanzhu Zhang, the spiritual rice seedlings and three kinds of spiritual grass you cultivated are growing very well, and the level of spiritual planting is no worse than that of the spiritual planters of the Dazong sect. A few days ago, I found two fragments of spiritual plants in Fangshi Street, Zhoucheng , you can take a look."

"Fellow Daoist Yun, thank you. I'm just short of classics in this area. I'm interested."

Zhang Wenfeng took the book, flipped through it briefly, put the book in the storage bag, stretched out his hand to invite, and the two walked to Qingzheng other courtyard.

The stone roads and stone railings on Xianling Mountain have been built, and the other courtyards and houses on the top of the mountain are still under construction.

"Master Wu asked me to tell you that the one who will replace him as the master will be Nine Crane Palace Feng Chengyun, the Feng Chengfeng who was defeated by your sword last time, I heard that Nine Crane Palace dispatched him to Chongzhou and Great Liang's border."

Yun Qiuhe took out an oilcloth bag from the storage bag, took out a stack of still lifes and charcoal drawings of various skeletons, placed them on the desk in the tea room, and continued: "That annoying guy He Guangjun, ask me to bring you a message, Please go to Zhoucheng for the sword competition, and he also said that if you don't go, he will come to you next time."

Zhang Wenfeng took the painting in his hand and flipped through it, and said, "Help me make an appointment with He Guangjun. I will go to Zhoucheng to learn swordsmanship with him before the end of the year. I can't do it now. I just achieved 'fitting with the body'. The sword state is unstable. Let's start a match." It doesn't make much sense, he'll understand."

Yun Qiuhe blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "No wonder He Guangjun said that you are a sword practice wizard, and the sword state of "fitting with the body" that others can't achieve in a lifetime, you just reached it. Okay, I will tell him and let him temporarily Don't bother you."

Zhang Wenfeng shook his head and said with a smile: "What kind of genius am I? You are, look at this painting has improved a lot, you can already practice drawing portraits, um, find an apprentice to sit here today, you and I will do a painting together, and you will draw again tomorrow Two, I will show you some skills, and you can go back and practice slowly."

Yun Qiuhe was so happy that his eyes lit up, he clasped his fists and said with a smile: "You taught me well, I'll call someone."

At this time, three people walked in from the door, the leader was a woman in a black skirt.

Yun Qiuhe was surprised: "Hey, Xinyue, why are you here?"

Xin Yue, who followed Mo Ye into the door, said with a smile: "I have met fellow Taoist Yun, I am now a member of the Da'an Dynasty, and Guanzhu Zhang and I are friends, is it normal to come here?" He took out a post from his cuff and held it with both hands. Handed it to Guanzhu Zhang and said: "White Fox Fort will move to a new house tomorrow, and Guanzhu Zhang respectfully invites you to appreciate me!"

Zhang Wenfeng accepted the invitation and said with a smile, "Congratulations, I'm going to congratulate you tomorrow!"

For Mo Ye's sake, he held his nose and recognized Xin Yue as a friend.

Chapter 258 Because of the painting, the mood has improved

When they met for the first time in Xihezhou Town, they left a bad impression. Even though Xinyue had helped her in Huanye Wasteland and Xinyue had defected to Da'an Dynasty, Yun Qiuhe still didn't like Xinyue.

"I'll see who is free, and grab an apprentice to sit down."

Yun Qiuhe didn't want to talk nonsense like hypocritical congratulations to the fox demon about his housewarming, so he left without saying a word.

She guessed that the fox demon should have a territory nearby,?Having settled down, seeing the woman in the black skirt approaching the two fox demons, she didn't understand the relationship between them. She was not very curious and didn't bother to ask.

Xin Xing greeted Zhang Guanzhu with a salute, her eyes were sharp, and she saw the charcoal drawing of a skull on the desk.

"Wow, what is that?"

The little fox demon shouted in surprise, "It's a painted skull, so scary!"

When I ran closer, I saw a stack of charcoal drawings, and there were many pictures showing half of Mian Guo and Zong Guo under it. They were so real that she couldn't believe it. Without flipping it around with his hands, he turned his head and asked excitedly, "Guanzhu Zhang, did you draw these?"

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and shook his head: "No, it was drawn by fellow Daoist Yun just now."

A spark of admiration appeared in the eyes of the little fox demon, and he said, "She's amazing! The painting is really good!"

Xin Yue smiled and praised: "Your Daoist Yun is beautiful, intelligent, and ingenious!"

In fact, she is not very interested in these arty things that can't be eaten. She is currently only thinking about inheriting her ancestors' skills and magic arts, and improving her cultivation level,?To reproduce the glory of the ancestors back then,?Take back the lost ancestral land!

Those who think too much will be tired, right?Those who are heavy-hearted must be bitter.

Zhang Wenfeng greeted the three of them to sit down,?He boiled water to rinse the tea set.

The little fox demon couldn't come over, she tilted her head and leaned closer to admire the pile of paintings, not looking at the skulls on it.

When the water boiled and the tea was brewed, Yun Qiuhe pulled in Shui Qingru, a little girl who was helping the kitchen in the dining hall today.

Seeing so many adults watching, the little girl felt a little shy, and called out weakly: "My Lord!" Yun Qiuhe pushed her to the chair by the window and sat down, three-quarters of the time she was naked.

The little fox demon blinked her eyes wide, and saw Yun Qiuhe take out a wooden box from her cuff, opened it, which contained black charcoal of various sizes, large and small, long and short, and took out two pieces of cut rice paper from the oil paper bag on the desk, She asked excitedly: "Sister Yun, do you want to paint her portrait?"

Yun Qiuhe moved the easel and drawing board from the corner, nailed the drawing paper, and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm learning how to draw."

Zhang Wenfeng said to the two women sitting: "Drink tea, I will make a demonstration painting for Fellow Daoist Yun,? It's not easy for her to go back and forth." Walking to the window, he looked at the little girl who was sitting upright and dared not move face shape.

I found a slightly sideways angle, sat down, took the soft charcoal stick from Yun Qiuhe, positioned on the drawing paper, first drew the top line of the head, then the jaw line, and then the left ear line, and explained in a low voice how to draw the figure Pay attention to the three courts and five eyes, the difference between children and adults, the relationship between light and shadow and the structure of the skull, and so on.

Yun Qiuhe had a solid foundation in painting, she understood, and nodded thoughtfully from time to time.

The little fox demon was like listening to a book from heaven, dazedly watching the prototype of a portrait appear on the paper.

"Shui Qingru, don't be too nervous, you can just stare at one place, silently thinking about how you practice swords, yes, from now on, you need to practice with both your left hand and right hand, and use your imagination to practice, um, this is very easy. Well, it’s better to look natural and smile.”

To appease the little girl who was so nervous that she was about to sweat.

Quickly grabbing the little girl with a smiling expression, Zhang Wenfeng stopped talking and concentrated on portraying.

With the deepening of the portrait, he gradually immersed in a subtle state of mind.

With the help of a god, the portraits on the paper appear slowly, seeming to have a special charm.

One stroke at a time, giving people a pleasing feeling.

Yue Anyan and the second senior brother walked into the tea house, and saw that in the quiet room, the owner was focused on painting, and surrounded by a group of women, big and small, surrounded by flowers, which was too beautiful to behold.

After Zhang Wenfeng put down the few charcoal sticks left, he suddenly regained his senses. He meditated for a while, and the familiar feeling of "delicacy" emerged, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

This immersion in painting had inadvertently elevated his state of mind a step further and deepened his understanding of the Gradient Realm.

Meticulous, open branches and scattered leaves.

He believed that he should be able to use a talisman pen to draw complex "spiritual connection runes" on the mahogany flying sword.

Originally, painting and talisman-making have something in common, and can be compared by analogy.

"Shui Qingru, get up, thank you for your hard work."

"No...not hard work."

Shui Qingru listened to the adult who was looking at the painting behind the spectator, admiring in a low voice, she stood up and circled curiously, sneaked behind the crowd, stood beside Daoist Yue and took a look on tiptoe.

Immediately, I was stunned by the hazy and beautiful portrait on the drawing paper.

Is she so beautiful?In her impression, she is a black girl.

Zhang Wenfeng went to the corner to scoop up water to wash his hands, his mind was still in the feeling of painting just now, and his painting skills improved a step further.

Mo Ye came over and said with a smile, "Congratulations!"

The Daoism of those with great luck is extraordinary after all, and you can make a breakthrough in just drawing a portrait.