Taoist chanting

He suddenly understood, swung the jujube sword with one hand, and slashed to the end.

He can control the amount of Yuan Qi drawn by the sword supernatural power through the golden line of the Yuan Qi tree.

He could finally control the power of this sword.

He used [-]% of Yuan Qi's power.

Xie Moling, who was watching with his hands behind his back in the East Guardian Court, had a smile on his face while watching the show, but suddenly became serious, and murmured: "Supernatural powers and secret arts! The young people of today...are amazing!"

At the moment when the sword energy drawn by the two sword intents collided, he put his hands together and lifted it up.

"Boom", the wild explosive power of the collision of two sword qis was lifted into the air by the power of the white formation suddenly rising from the ground, and most of it was scattered in an instant. The protective light shield persisted for three or two breaths, and then exploded suddenly while shaking.

The crowd watching the battle laughed and cursed and flew back.

Every means was used to avoid the fragments of sword energy splashing randomly, it would be a shame if it was hit.

The voice of Xie Hufa came from the air: "You two, each of you will pay one hundred spirit stones to repair the prohibition of the sword fighting platform's protective formation. Do you have any objections?"

Zhang Wenfeng held his sword and saluted to the east: "My subordinates have no objections."

He Guangjun grinned and saluted, this fight was really bloody fun, it's a fart to pay for some spirit stones.

It's a pity that Xie Hufa didn't let the two of them use their magical powers to separate themselves.

Zhang Wenfeng really realized the supernatural power of swordsmanship, otherwise it would be impossible to cut off the arm of Yaozu Chiyuan.

In the first half of the year, he originally wanted to go to the Wilderness Wasteland. He took the opportunity to meet the famous Chi Yuan, but was delayed by other tasks. Later, when he heard that Zhang Wenfeng had defeated Chi Yuan with a single sword, he was not interested in going again, and waited to meet with him. It's enough for Zhang Wenfeng to exchange ideas.

The biggest gain of this free hand and foot exchange is to loosen the bottleneck of his cultivation.

It is estimated that it will not be long before he will be able to advance to the Gradient Realm and reach Consummation.

The improvement speed of a real swordsman will never be slow, the only thing is to keep a sword heart transparent and sharpen it all the time.

In the innermost room of the library, Mo Ye was flipping through a yellowed ancient scroll in his hand, glanced to the west, then turned his gaze back and continued reading.

She is not very interested in playing around.

Chapter 280 Talk about business and take a walk

Dispelling the invisible blue light covering his body, Zhang Wenfeng put his sword back into its sheath, and was just about to talk to He Guangjun who was coming, when he suddenly covered his left chest and coughed violently.

He Guangjun took the lead and forced him to exchange his life with the sword. Although he had various protective measures, he was still injured by the huge impact force of the sword tip, which hurt his internal organs.How can He Guangjun keep his hands when he is playing crazy when he meets his opponent?

Compared with the body tempered by the sword energy and sword intent of a real swordsman, he is more than a step behind.

At this time, he withdrew from the still state of mind, and suddenly couldn't suppress his breath and coughed.

Yun Qiuhe flew down beside him, glared hard at the surprised He Guangjun, approached Zhang Wenfeng and asked in a low voice, "I have some medicines for healing, where is your injury?"

She was worried that Zhang Guanzhu's old injury from last year would recur.

Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it, and silently recited the "Sutra of Chang Qing Jing", the exercise of luck and calming down of Qi and blood.

After a while, ?Sweep away the chaotic breath between the viscera,?The injury doesn't matter, it will recover slowly on its own.

Smiling and nodding to the monks who watched curiously from far and near, Zhang Wenfeng took out a booklet that could not be flipped over, held it in both hands and handed it to He Guangjun, and said with a smile: "Return the property to the original owner, and I will benefit a lot!"

No need to say thank you.

He Guangjun put away the booklet, regained his dull and careless expression, and said: "You have practiced swordsmanship well, but your body is far from tempered. I heard that last time you sparred with Feng Chengfeng, you couldn't control your swordsmanship and almost hurt yourself. Don't you If you are willing to take the path of sword cultivation, I happen to have a boxing scripture on hand, and I will send you to practice boxing to strengthen your body."

He took out a booklet with a black cover from his cuff.

Zhang Wenfeng fumbled for his own way to temper himself, and waved his hands to evade, "You will not be rewarded for nothing..."

He caught a glimpse of the words "Nine Palaces and Five Elements Boxing" vertically written in the white frame on the black cover,?With the same handwriting as the "Nine Palaces of Flying Stars" he got, he immediately guessed that this book of boxing was the secret book that he won from Cen Sanlin, and it could be made into a set, right?His hand shook less firmly.

He Guangjun randomly stuffed the boxing scriptures into Zhang Wenfeng's hands, and said, "That's why you're so unpleasant, mother-in-law, you don't do things well, you have meritorious deeds, you just have to fight with me a few more times from now on. An exchange is not a favor."

Yun Qiuhe couldn't see He Guangjun's face, and ruthlessly exposed and mocked: "You take a book of Poquan, in exchange for a few fair and honest shots, and try to learn from each other. If He Guangjun, you are going to do business, most of the shops in Fangshi Street will have to close."

He Guangjun raised the corners of his mouth, showing his trademark smirk, "Women like to care about every detail." Seeing that Zhang Wenfeng had put away his boxing scriptures and agreed to exchange with him, he waved his hand and said simply: "Go!" Get up, go to Tianqing Restaurant for a drink, meditate and treat guests!"

Usually he doesn't go out to drink with people,?I hate wasting time practicing swords.

Besides, drinking with a lot of people who are tasteless, how can it be interesting to go to the roof and drink to the moon alone?

Today, the fight was fun and comfortable to the core. He wanted to have a few more drinks with Zhang Guanzhu, who has a unique understanding of swordsmanship, and exchange ideas on swordsmanship. Of course, the companions next to him don’t need to talk too much. That's it.

Shen Si quickly stretched out his hand to ask: "Go, go!" Eyes turned to Yun Qiuhe who was on the side.

Yun Qiuhe didn't give any face, turned and walked back: "Guanzhu Zhang, you go, I don't like drinking."

He Guangjun giggled dryly: "It's best if she doesn't go, we guys can drink happily."

Shen Si was almost dizzy on the spot, what do the elders mean by drinking?Senior Brother He was so helpless that he didn't even have a chance to make amends.

Yun Qiuhe raised her fist and put it down again. She couldn't beat this lunatic with a poisonous tongue, otherwise... Humph, without looking back, she walked to the east and said, "Guanzhu Zhang, I'll treat you to a drink alone tomorrow."

She doesn't drink with people she hates.

"Lu Zijin is still staying in the spirit beast shed, please help me take care of it."

Zhang Wenfeng said by voice that it was inconvenient for him to take the donkey to drink.

Yun Qiuhe gestured.

The four men went to the famous Tianqing Restaurant in Zhoucheng to have an afternoon drink, and it took an hour and a half to end. During the period, He Guangjun and Zhang Wenfeng were mainly exchanging sword practice experience and understanding of supernatural powers. In the wing room, the two used chopsticks as swords, From time to time, we have to make gestures and talk lively.

Shen Si drank too much wine and couldn't get in the conversation, and he didn't want to talk either.

Mo Xiufeng cheerfully refuses to drink for nothing, the Bilu wine that has been cellared for a hundred years is too expensive, and he has to pay with spiritual stones.

The wine party dissipated, and the twilight merged.

Zhang Wenfeng found Fangshi Street alone. The lights of the shops on both sides illuminated the street, and the street was brightly lit. There were more male and female monks shopping at this time than during the day.

Walking to the area where the street stall was set up, Zhang Wenfeng nodded to the young man sitting cross-legged on the far side, and glanced at the miscellaneous items on the stall. There were fewer spirit planting seeds in that pile than last time.

The young stall owner had long forgotten the guest who greeted him. He couldn't remember the people coming and going every day. He stood up and said enthusiastically, "What do you choose? You are satisfied with the price."

"What's the price of spiritual tea seeds? Don't fool me with those Xibei goods."

Zhang Wenfeng pointed to the pile of almost lifeless spirit plant seeds with his chin.

"How can it be, you are a regular customer, the goods must be genuine, but at this price?"

The young man stretched out three fingers and flipped it over.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't understand the so-called code words among old customers, and asked: "I want ten, you give me a real price, don't play tricks." He took out a few seeds he bought last time from his cuff, lit them up again keep it.

"You give a total of fifty spiritual energy stones, and there is a chance for seedlings to emerge."

The young man recognized the "antique" spiritual plant seeds sold at the street stall, and his expression did not change. He used the cautious words of "the seedlings have a chance to emerge", which means that if the seedlings do not emerge, don't blame them. This business is originally a business. Willing to hit one willing to suffer.

"If you don't land, I'll pay you back the price, and I'll have a look at the goods."

"Okay, wait a minute!"

The young man called a middle-aged man who was wandering nearby, and transmitted a few words.

Not long after, the middle-aged man brought the seeds in a small package.

With the consent of the young stall owner, Zhang Wenfeng unceremoniously picked out the ten most vigorous seeds from a pack of seeds. It was not yet winter, so they could be used to cultivate autumn seedlings and drink summer tea next year.

After the money and goods were settled, Zhang Wenfeng asked again in a low voice, "How do you sell the seeds of spirit peaches and spirit plums?"

He wanted to find out the market situation. The spiritual peach and spiritual plum trees in the Taoist temple had grown to be as tall as the mouth of a bowl, with luxuriant branches and leaves.

The young stall owner smiled and refused: "Not really, you can look at other places."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, turned around and left. There are people in the business of making money, but no one dares to do the business of beheading in the street.

He went around the shops on Fangshi Street, and found that none of the pill shops sold any pills that could help Yuan Qi break through.

At this stage, even if there are good pills and things, each sect will try their best to use them first.

When he went out, Mo Ye appeared beside him.

It was a long night, so I took Mo Ye to wander around the main street with lights, and bought a lot of clay dolls, puppets, etc. Mo Ye was easy to pass, and played with a bunch of children's toys.

Find a stylish inn and wrap up a yard to settle down.

The next day, I went to the Daolu branch to pick up the donkey, refused Yun Qiuhe's intention to treat guests, and handed over the [-] spiritual energy stones that were prohibited as compensation for breaking the sword fighting arena. , this is a strong request of the donkey, to taste the unique flavor of food, to travel out of the city leisurely, to travel all the way back to the mountains and rivers.

They are not in a hurry, just return to the Taoist temple before the end of the month.

Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, get rid of the dust in your chest, and naturally camp in the hills and valleys.

(You will believe me when I say a power outage, really!)

Chapter 281 Listen to the ghost voice on the wind rock

After exiting the west city gate, Zhang Wenfeng looked up at the sun, turned his head around the end of the day, and then looked at the criss-crossed roads and paths outside the city. He tilted his head and asked, "Mo Ye, which way do you want to go?"

"casual."

Mo Ye spat out two words quite unexpectedly.

Playing with a pair of clay figurines in her hands, for her, wherever she goes, she just goes with the flow and doesn't bother to think about it.

I really have to think about it seriously, but it is not beautiful, and there is no casual fun and little surprises that follow along the way.

She needs a little touch from time to time, for example, the old cripple will miss her not coming back.

Zhang Wenfeng turned his head to look at the wooden donkey who smelled of alcohol, and asked, "Which way do you think is better to go? Today I will let you go home and be the master."

He has never been to many places in the mountains and rivers of Nanjiang Prefecture. He used to travel with his master, and he just wandered around the famous mountains and historic sites in several counties to the west.

In ten days or so, he can trust the horse to walk freely.

The donkey grinned and turned left, ran to the small path in the south, and said: "'Winter comes early in the north, summer goes late in the south'. If you go south, you can eat more fresh grass."

The principle of foodie is also true. Zhang Wenfeng followed the donkey to the south and asked curiously, "Where did you read the proverb?"

Donkeys who know how to read are different after all, they will drop their book bags.

"I heard from that chubby pumpkin who often copied scriptures. I thought it was interesting, so I wrote it down."

The donkey opened up the chatter box and was very good at chattering. It had a good memory and could memorize the entire volume of scriptures. It discussed the main points of the scriptures with the temple master along the way. It listened to Qingzheng Bieyuan here, learned some there, and talked nonsense. Pulling the donkey's head does not match the horse's mouth, messy and chaotic, and often contradicts itself, debating scriptures with the viewer.

Zhang Guanzhu drank up two gourds of clean water, patiently and carefully rectified it.

He thought whether he should let the donkey into the classroom and listen to the scriptures with the apprentices in the future, and be a donkey apprentice.

Otherwise, don’t study and follow your own path. If you want to learn, you must understand the basic scriptures.

A half-knowledge like this, taking meaning out of context without asking for a deep understanding, will do a lot of harm to the donkey.

According to Mo Ye, donkeys are based on demons, and they have been influenced by incense to acquire a trace of divine way, and they have learned authentic Taoism, and if they are not entangled in Taoism scriptures, he dare not imagine that they will What are the consequences?

The troubles all started with literacy, it would have been fine if Yue Anyan hadn't been asked to teach the donkey how to read.

His brain hurts.

Mo Ye laughed and said nothing all the way, she wanted to understand the donkey's language is very simple, a small skill can solve the problem.

She can't say anything, each has its own destiny, and she finds it interesting to see the little human Taoist really worrying about the future of a little demon.

After running for more than 300 miles, it was getting dark.

High mountains and dense forests, sparsely populated.

As soon as the donkey ran blindly, there was no road ahead, only one mountain looked at another high.

Zhang Wenfeng took out the topographical map of Nanjiang Prefecture from the Nawu Space. As a Keqing Supervisor, he still has this convenience. After looking at it for a while, they ran into the Qianluo Mountains, which should be far away from the famous "Mountain Ghost Peak". Not far away.

During the reign of Dafan, the area around Nanjiang Prefecture was relatively barren.

The war between Taoism and witch cultivators was fought from north to south, with battlefields everywhere and beacon fires everywhere. It is said that there was a war between Taoism and witch cultivators near Shangui Peak, leaving many relics.

Among the classics he has read, there are many records about the Battle of Shanguifeng.

Climbing up a hundred-zhang mountain, looking into the distance, you can see a majestic and rolling mountain of unknown length stretching across tens of miles, running from northwest to southeast, high in the sky, blocking the scenery on the other side of the mountain.

Pointing to a mountain pass with an obvious gap in the distance, Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "There is Yijian Gorge, which was carved out by Taoist masters with swords more than 500 years ago. Let's rest at Tingfeng Rock in Yijian Gorge tonight. Walking along the main peak of the mountain range, looking for hidden places, it is said that if you are lucky, you can find fragments of magic weapons in the mountains, or spiritual herbs that grow in the wild."

The donkey immediately became energetic and said, "I have a good nose, let's stay a few more days, maybe we can find the treasure?"

Zhang Wenfeng understands the donkey's petty thinking, and what the foodie cares about is the desire for food. He said with a smile, "The main peak of that mountain range was damaged by the war that year. After more than 500 years, the mountain should have almost recovered by itself. , since we meet, it doesn’t hurt to delay for a few more days.”

The donkey raised his voice and flew into the air, heading towards Yijian Gorge.