Taoist chanting

She decided to follow for some more time, anyway, time has no concept for her.

"Thank you!"

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, only Mo Ye could see these people.

"My Lord... Can you give me this painting?"

Shui Qingru ran over, pinching the hem of her clothes, summoned up her courage and whispered, the temple master once told her that when it's time to fight, she must take the initiative to fight for it, and don't wait for God to show mercy.

Yun Qiuhe shouted: "Shui Qingru, this painting is a demonstration for me by the temple master, I will draw another one for you next time."

She is a person who knows the goods, and she can tell that this painting is the most charming one Zhang Guanzhu has painted so far.

Painting also requires energy and inspiration, and it is not always possible to draw perfectly.

Yue Anyan said with a smile: "Master Yun, what are you arguing with Xiaoya? This painting is as clear as water, so of course I should keep it for her. If you want, I will draw an identical one for you tomorrow, Xiaoya." Ya would definitely like to sit for an extra hour, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, I can sit for two hours. I like this painting."

If Shui Qing had Daoist Yue to support her, she immediately became bolder.

"Yue Anyan, you don't understand, there is a difference between what you draw tomorrow and what you draw today." Yun Qiuhe was anxious.

Zhang Wenfeng rubbed the position of his left temple and walked out the door. He was in a very good mood to fight with the girls, big and small. He was in a very good mood. When the night was quiet tonight, he could try to draw the runes on the peach wood flying sword.

The little fox girl slipped out and followed, with a flattering smile on her delicate face, she said, "Guan Zhang, can you teach me how to draw? I have loved drawing since I was a child. I didn't have the time and no master to teach me. I can I worship you as my teacher."

When she was looking at the paintings earlier, the sound transmission asked Yun Qiuhe, the paintings on the desk were indeed drawn by Yun Qiuhe, but they were all drawn by Zhang Guanzhu's careful guidance bit by bit, and the little fox girl was tempted.

Both Mo Ye and Xin Yue came out.

Zhang Wenfeng turned his head to look at the beautiful little fox girl, and then looked at Mo Ye behind him.

In fact, Xin Yue didn't agree with her younger sister learning to paint and delay her practice time, so she also looked at Mo Ye.

"Don't look at me, I don't know how to draw."

Mo Ye made a rare cold joke, saying: "Xin Xing wants to learn painting, and Zhang Guanzhu agrees to do it."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, "You don't need to be a teacher, just come and paint if you like." Mo Ye agreed, and he didn't care, but he didn't want to give up the title of master and apprentice, which involved deep-seated fate.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The little fox girl was about to go crazy with joy, and slipped back to the tea house in a flash.

Xinyue smiled and shook her head, she would not object to any decision of the mysterious Mr. Mo.

Since the younger sister is not working properly, she, as the older sister, can only work harder to support the great cause of the Three-Tailed Demon Fox Club.

Chapter 259 Uninvited Boys

I don't know what the women in the room were talking about, but when Shui Qingru walked out of the tea house empty-handed, with a happy face, she jumped and ran to the kitchen of the East Yard with a smile, it seemed that she had taken advantage of it.

Zhang Wenfeng sent Mo Ye and Xin Yue away, returned to the tea house, and let Yun Qiuhe teach the little fox girl left behind to practice basic painting.

He drank tea with his second senior brother and Yue Anyan and chatted about recent events in the Taoist temple.

Two new bamboo buildings were built near the water pool,?The wasteland at the foot of the low mountain in Qingzheng Bieyuan has all been reclaimed. It can be used to grow beans, melons, fruits, and vegetables for a year. The old lame uncle suggested adding two donkeys, which are needed for carrying goods and grinding flour for plowing.

All kinds of things, the parents have decided a lot of things, right?At that time, the second senior brother will arrange the layout.

After evening class, Zhang Wenfeng walked alone by the Moonless Stream for a while, and then went to see the statue-like donkey standing in the forest, without disturbing the donkey's practice of forgetting to eat and sleep. On the way back to the back mountain, he met a mountain badger patrolling the mountain in the dark. He stopped and scratched the tired Laijiao lying on the ground for a while.

Back in the cave, I lit two more oil lamps in the quiet room, which illuminated the room brightly.

Sitting cross-legged for about a word, he adjusted his mind to tranquility, got up and took out the best talisman ink, talisman pen and other items he had on hand, and took out a small mahogany sword and placed it on the desk, with the point of the sword facing himself.

Slowly dipping the pen with the dark red talisman ink, the familiar feeling of "delicacy" emerges.

On the smooth blade with a slight arc, the writing brush is like a silk thread.

The slender and almost invisible hair ink, Yuan Qi flows evenly to form complex runes, leaving clear marks deep into the sword body.

Stroke by stroke, meticulous,?Don't hurry or slow, complete the three middle Fudan secret scripts in a very rhythmic rhythm,?Draw all the way to the end of the hook in one go.

There was a cyan light flashing on the dark mahogany sword, and it quickly subsided.

He stopped writing for a short rest, turned the small mahogany sword over, dipped it in ink, and continued to draw the reverse rune of Linglianxian.

The pros and cons complement each other.

In a moment, the rune was completed, and the pink and cyan brilliance on the flying sword complemented each other, combining and merging to return to peace.

Zhang Wenfeng was overjoyed, it was finally done, he said softly: "Get up!"

Feijian flew out as fast as lightning, and hovered in the five-foot-sized room according to his mind. Compared with before, Feijian could feel that Feijian had an extra connection with his heart, and was controlled with spiritual consciousness, like an arm. Make your fingers feel comfortable.

After playing for a while, he took out the booklet "Lingqianyijian Jue" that Gu Quan gave him, spent more than half an hour, learned the three basic attack methods of wave, circle, and turning, and put the flying sword back into the bottle for storage with satisfaction.

In the future, there will be plenty of time to slowly practice flying sword skills.

Feijian's attack is mainly by surprise, right?The speed is so fast that it is impossible to defend against, and it can form an encirclement attack with the sword holder.

However, there are also weaknesses, relative to the explosive power of holding a sword attack,?It should be reduced by [-] to [-]%.

For those who are good at melee combat, or those who are good at martial arts, or those who have achieved success in tempering the body, the flying sword is difficult to cause large damage, and can only serve as a distraction.

Perhaps when the cultivation base is high, the explosive power of Feijian can be increased accordingly.

He took out the dark blue dharma plate broken into three circles from his arms, and asked Wei Xingde, who is good at carpentry, to align the dharma plate tightly according to the fine grains on the dharma plate, and he fixed the dharma plate into a whole with wooden restraint , Nourish the damaged magic weapon with wood energy every day.

He had asked Mo Ye for advice, and it took a lot of time in this way, and he was able to restore the treasure slowly.

After warming the Dharma plate, he took out a blank scroll from the stone scroll jar in the corner, and spread it out on the stone platform.

Adjust the ink and write a few lines of auspicious words: "The door is full of prosperity, and the new home looks new. The spring mountains and green doors, the breeze and the first" a few lines of auspicious words, signed with a seal, as a gift for Xinyue and the others to congratulate them on their housewarming tomorrow, and you can't go there empty-handed Well.

After condensing the wood fire for another half an hour, I went to another bedroom to adjust my breath.

In the morning of the next day, Zhang Wenfeng dressed neatly, held a scroll in his hand, and carried a bamboo basket of fresh plums and late-ripe peaches picked from the fruit tree, and flew down to the mountain that was formerly called the Haunted Forest and is now renamed "White Fox Fort".

There is a faint mist rising in a land of more than ten miles.

The green onion mountains are covered with mystery.

The simple wooden mountain gate is hung with a plaque engraved with "White Fox Fort".

The little fox girl Xin Xing was waiting at the door, and raised her hand to say hello from afar: "Guanzhu Zhang, here."

A nearby villager pretended to be busy behind the woods in the distance, but they were actually curious about the changes in this haunted forest. When they saw the gods flying down from the sky, they hurriedly bowed their heads and left, not daring to approach this place again.

Zhang Wenfeng followed the chattering little fox girl along the stream, passed the cave he had previously blocked, and felt a hint of coldness overflowing, the nearby vegetation was sparse, and the leaves were drooping and listless.

He immediately guessed that this abandoned pool cave where the Panyu tree was removed was used by Mo Ye to "plant flowers".

Going inside to the highest mountain here, about a hundred feet, there are scattered pavilions and pavilions built on the mountainside, and all the way up, there are winding corridors along the way, and there is a round white palace on the top of the mountain, It looks very imposing.

Zhang Wenfeng was secretly taken aback. In less than 20 days, two fox demons actually created such a large-scale residence.

The little fox demon explained with a smile: "This is the 'White Fox Fort' left by our ancestors. What was destroyed by the ghosts was only the superficial buildings. Later, my sister and I went back secretly and dug out the inherited treasure. Bad guys, coveting our treasures."

Zhang Wenfeng followed the little fox demon to the halfway up the mountain, said "Oh", and said through voice transmission: "This matter is confidential, don't tell outsiders, so as not to cause disaster."

Sure enough, the background of the great power is unusual, even a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

"I won't tell you. Brother Guanzhu, you are a good person, so I told you."

The little fox demon issued a good person card, and led Guanzhu Zhang to walk up the promenade from the mountainside. She introduced the characteristic buildings along the way one by one, and saw several foxes of various colors running around the bushes at the corner of the wall.

Go up to the top of the mountain, greet Xinyue who came out, and give the gift to the little fox demon.

As they walked into the vast White Fox Castle, they saw that the inside was empty, with only simple desks, coffee tables, chairs and other items arranged. Thinking about this inherited treasure, only the shape was kept, and the items inside could not be preserved. It takes time to add again.

Mo Ye, who was barefoot in a black dress, put down her tea cup and stood up. She had already arrived.

The two were guests invited by the host to observe the ceremony. They watched Xin Yue and Xin Xing in the middle of the palace, gently uncovering the red silk cloth covering the wooden idol, adding oil and incense, kneeling down and praying, and completing a set of etiquette. It is considered to have completed the formal housewarming process.

They sat down and drank a few cups of fragrant tea, and chatted about some topics casually. Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Wenfeng got up and said goodbye.

He has to go back and continue to temper his body, and point out Yun Qiuhe's portrait in the afternoon.

Whether it is a happy day or a happy day, time flies by very quickly.

In a blink of an eye, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival in August.

One day in advance, we set up a table for Wu Ganping and Fu Gujing, who are about to leave office, at Zhiwei Building, accompanied by Chen Qingqiao, and the old friends who met first had a good farewell drink. They did not participate in the new appointment the next day The farewell banquet organized by the head of the hospital, Feng Chengyun.

He and Chen Qingqiao had already resigned from their posts half a month before they left office, and they were unofficial.

Only Chen Qingqiao was still unlucky as always, trying to attack the fading environment, but failed by a short margin.

After a banquet, Chen Qingqiao, who rolled up his sleeves for a rare time with pride, toasted and provoked everywhere, drinking into his heart, and finally got drunk, so he stayed in the city to rest.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Zhang Wenfeng hurried on his way drunk, enjoying the rare state of semi-drunk relaxation, chanting all the way, and returned to the gate of the mountain gate, dissipating the smell of alcohol all over his body.

The night is like water, and the autumn moon is like frost.

He saw a short figure with a boy's hair bun walking up and down under the archway, so he asked:

"Whose child are you? It's so late, why don't you go home?"

The child who turned around was about seven or eight years old. He was wearing a willow blue short robe. He looked up at the approaching Taoist priest, sniffed his nose, and bowed his hands: "Hu Qiang'er pays homage to the master! I respectfully welcome the master Jin'an!"

Zhang Wenfeng was surprised.

When did he accept such a well-behaved boy?Why didn't he know it himself?

Chapter 260 The little sprite is adorable

Staring at it for a while, Zhang Wenfeng smelled a very faint smell of mud, and realized the hidden connection between him and the gift boy in front of him, he laughed out loud: "Quickly, please! When did you open your mind?" Awakening to change form? Have you asked someone to seal it up?"

The well-behaved boy named Hu Qiang'er was transformed into a sprite by the ancient walnut tree in the back mountain of Nitan Village.

Zhong Shanshen said at the beginning that the roots of walnut trees are good, but the tree is not old enough.

As a result, the walnut spirit turned into a boy with a weeping hair.

Hu Qiang'er stood up straight, what?He raised his head and replied in a clear and clear child's voice: "Qiang'er suddenly received a lot of incense last month, and suddenly woke up from the muddle, and stabilized for a few days. Yesterday at sunset and dusk, I met a man at the east intersection of the village and begged him Seal it, and come to find the master today."

Speak clearly, ?The appearance is clever and cute, but the quality of the root is really important.

Zhang Wenfeng touched the bun on the boy's head,?He laughed and said, "Last month was a ghost month. Except for the first month, the incense is more prosperous than other months in a year. You are lucky and caught up with the good time."

Take out a jade pendant the size of a copper coin from the Nawu bottle, cast a spell to make it into an array, and give it to Hu Qiang'er to wear.

Hu Qiang'er followed the temple master into the large formation, took two deep breaths, and raised her face: "The aura is so rich, and the smell of vegetation is particularly sweet. Master, can I live here?"

He is a tree elf, born to be close to aura and vegetation.

After Zhang Wenfeng nourished the wood energy many times, he awakened more than two months earlier than the original one-year period.

"This is your home,? You can choose where you like to live."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, it's good if you like it, right?Go down the gravel road, ?Asked: "Can your body be moved here?"

He was worried that the walnut tree would grow in the back mountain of the mud pool, and it would be easily discovered by more and more monks after a long time, causing unnecessary troubles.

"I don't have the ability to move the main body yet..."

Hu Qiang'er suddenly screamed, jumped three feet high, and hurriedly dodged behind the master.

Under the dark shade of the woods in the east, the mountain badger rushed out to watch the night, with bright yellow and orange eyes, staring at the timid boy with a strange breath.

"Lu Huan, don't be rude!"

Zhang Wenfeng laughed softly, he saw that the mountain badger was deliberately ambushing and rushed out to scare the little guy.

Apart from his friends, those who go with him are his own people, and the mountain badger is very smart.

"Don't be afraid, Qiang'er. This is the spirit beast protecting the mountains of our Taoist temple. It's called Lu Huan. If you say hello to it, it won't bite you."

He squatted down and touched the mountain badger's flat head, and pulled the little guy hiding behind to the front.

Hu Qiang'er was a little afraid of the aura of the mountain badger, so he cupped his hands and saluted cautiously: "I've seen fellow Taoist Lu Huan!"

Gentle and polite, like a polite little reader,?It's a pity to meet an ignorant mountain badger,?The guy grinned unreasonably and rushed forward, scaring the boy so frightened that he ran into the tree he was looking at by the roadside and disappeared.

Before the spectator slapped the mountain badger down, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", imitating a donkey bray and happily slipping to the side.

"Don't be afraid of it, it's playing tricks on you."

Zhang Wenfeng appeases the sprite who has the talent of wood escape, and beckons him to come down.

In the direction of the Qingzheng other courtyard, two figures leaped forward. It was the second senior brother and Yue Anyan who heard the movement and came out to check.