Taoist chanting

Compared with watching the waterfall directly on the isolated island in the forbidden area, the current visualization of spiritual thoughts is pitifully small.

More than ten days passed by in a flash.

Zhang Wenfeng was teaching in the training hall today, telling short stories that the apprentices liked to hear, when he suddenly noticed a change in the formation, and immediately heard Yun Qiuhe's cry from the field outside: "Yue Anyan, you girl is not small , dare to use formations to tease me, let me out quickly!"

He hurriedly made a pause gesture to the apprentice, got up and walked out, and saw Yue Anyan appearing in the corridor with a smile, but he didn't intend to go forward. Yun Qiuhe let go of the brand-new sword with a handle more than five feet long.

After a lot of tossing by Tu Ling and Yue Anyan, the Great Formation of the Mountain Gate didn't seem to have changed much, but in fact, its power has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Yun Qiuhe was used to flying around in the air, so he took off the sword with its sheath on his back, threw it to Zhang Wenfeng, and said, "He Guangjun asked me to hand over the sword to you."

She flung her teeth and claws at Yue Anyan, who was watching her joke and ran towards the tea house, and cursed, "You heartless scoundrel, thanks to the fact that I treat you with all my heart, you treat me like this. , build the Great Formation of the Mountain Gate like an iron barrel, and deal with me specifically..."

Zhang Wenfeng took the sword and looked at the two girls who were chasing and running away, with a smile on his lips.

The beauty of the world can be seen everywhere.

Chapter 343 Get the Sword

Returning to the training hall to continue telling the story, extending the lesson, Zhang Wenfeng walked into the tea room with a new sword hanging from his waist.

The two women leaned closer together, whispering and playing with a set of pink clothes. Seeing the priest walk into the door suddenly, Yun Qiuhe hurriedly put away the thin pink clothes, and complained nonchalantly: "Yue Anyan, you are too stingy. Are you reluctant to add a few more tea leaves? The tea is bland and tasteless, next time I will bring you a catty of good tea for your guests."

Yue Anyan smiled and said, "You have said several times that you would bring me two taels of spiritual tea. From last summer to this summer, the rice has been ripe for two crops. Where is my spiritual tea?"

Yun Qiuhe rolled his eyes angrily, "I only get two taels of spirit tea all year round,? Are you yawning like a toad? I don't want to pay attention to you."

Then he said to Zhang Guanzhu, who was watching the excitement: "That guy He Guangjun is too much, he asked me to give the sword, and I was not allowed to see it first, so he put a restraint on the scabbard."

Zhang Wenfeng took off the saber at his waist, walked towards the desk by the window, wiped off the restraint on the scabbard to prevent gentlemen and villains, and said with a smile: "Let's enjoy together, the light here is good." When the two approached, he Draw the sword half out of its sheath.

The whole tea room was instantly cool, and Yue Anyan, who was so sharp and determined that his cultivation was the weakest, had to circulate his breath.

Yun Qiuhe squinted his eyes and praised: "Good sword! No wonder He Guangjun said that this sword is his master's proud work in recent years. It is thick and sharp, and it is integrated."

Zhang Wenfeng stared at the dark ink-colored snow-patterned sword with dark blue colored lights, and slowly drew the sword out of its sheath.

This new sword is very suitable for him in terms of feel, weight and length. He Guangjun sent a message at the beginning, saying that his master would charge [-]% of Caiyun Gold as a reward for refining,?Are you willing to add a pound of wood-grain refined iron to make sword embryos as an auxiliary material for the weapon?Enhance the attributes of the magic weapon wood row.

He thought about replying again and again to agree,?Now it seems that this craft is all about it, right?Not bad.

All refiners who dare to call high prices all have confidence in their own skills.

Except for liars of course.

Yun Qiuhe asked curiously: "Guardian Zhang, what kind of rare material did you add to this magical sword? Can you tell me about such a strong spirit?"

There are many kinds of materials for refining magic weapons, and the proportions vary from person to person.

She is not good at it, she only looks good at the sword.

Zhang Wenfeng put the sword back into its sheath, and he will practice it again later, this sword is enough for him to use in a comfortable state, he said with a smile: "The main ingredient is a colorful cloud gold ore."

He shook his fist to indicate that it is so big, it doesn't matter if he talks about it now.

Yun Qiuhe suddenly felt annoyed at missing [-] million spiritual energy stones, and patted his forehead and leaned towards Yue Anyan: "If Master Zou found out, he would scold me to death, why would there be a disciple like me who picks things up? Hey, the meaning of a friend It's so hard for me to have a relationship with the sect."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Next time there will be medicine refining, I will find you to do business, so I won't make it difficult for you, so it's okay for the head office?"

Yun Qiuhe was resurrected with full blood and straightened up,?He smiled and said: "It's done, I'll wait for you to refine the elixir."

After being pinched by Yue Anyan, she didn't hesitate to fight back, guessing that Zhang Guanzhu must have gotten a lot of rare items after being away for more than four months?I don't know what kind of elixir to refine?

Sit down and drink tea for a while and chat for a while.

The class bell rang outside, and Yue Anyan got up to go out, she was going to explain the interpretation of the scriptures to the apprentices.

Yun Qiuhe sat upright, and said via voice transmission: "A few days ago, Hufa Xie talked to me once, asking about some relevant information about the Fairy Temple, and asked about Mr. Mo who lived in the Fairy Temple for more than half a year last year. As well as the little man in the khaki short robe who rarely shows up, I roughly guessed something, so I picked up what I knew and told Guardian Xie."

She saw Mo Ye walking with the mysterious little man several times.

Judging from his demeanor and his position before and after walking, it was obvious that the short man respected Mo Ye, and his attitude was quite respectful.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "But it's okay, Hufa Xie wants to know the origin of Tu Kun, there's nothing you can't say to others, Tu Kun can stay and work, it's all because of Mo Ye."

Yun Qiuhe stared at Guanzhu Zhang, lowered his voice and asked, "I heard that...has advanced to the third rank?"

She came to Xiumu this time because she was ordered by the sect to clarify the situation.

"Tu Kun has only been promoted for more than a month. He was entrusted by Mo Ye to stay in Xianling Temple to serve for a year. As for whether he will stay or leave in the future, it depends on how they get along with each other."

Zhang Wenfeng spoke very frankly.

Yun Qiuhe revealed another piece of news: "Bian Wuguo of Yanhua Pavilion passed away inexplicably a few days ago. Master Baili, who was originally invited to Tianlong Temple, wanted to open an altar in the Jinhua Pavilion for a grand sacrifice. Some of the key information, before the opening of the altar the next day, Master Baili evaded it on the grounds that he was ill, and the Yanhua Pavilion died down."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't talk to him, but what Tu Ling said was right, what he said in his heart was that big fists make sense.

Although he didn't know how effective Xinyue's cover-up method would be, the result couldn't be better.

"Did any major events happen in recent days? I stayed in a remote place and didn't go out. The news was very closed."

"Not to mention, more than ten days ago, a great event happened in Qizhou. A declining Taoist temple called 'Golden Wind Temple', about 600 miles away from our Xuanyun Temple, suddenly because of its fifth-generation head The patriarch reincarnated and awakened, and came back from cultivation to the state of freedom to rise. Daolu Academy specially sent the guards Gu Gu and Da Tianshi to check it out. It is said that it is completely correct. The senior named Gu Quan was still friends with Gu Quan more than 500 years ago. It’s nothing special.”

"Gu Quan?"

"What, do you know each other?"

"Maybe it's acquaintance."

"You still said that the news is blocked, why do you know all the experts?"

"Hehe, coincidence, pure coincidence."

"Zhang Guanzhu, what is the relationship between you and Senior Gu Quan?"

"It's hard to say, I'm a high-level person now, it's hard to say if I still remember."

"Can you tell me about Senior Gu Quan's situation? The Golden Wind Temple and our Xuanyun Temple can be said to be neighbors."

"It's inconvenient to say, don't tell the elders of your sect that I know Gu Quan, let it take its course, your Xuanyun Temple has a deep foundation and is ahead of the development, Jinfeng Temple alone has a long way to go very long."

"Understood, it seems that your relationship is just average."

"Uh!"

After drinking the tea, Yun Qiuhe took out some of the paintings she had accumulated from the Sumeru bag and asked Guanzhu Zhang for advice.

Her current figure sketches are already quite skillful, drawing old people, children, women, and men are all lifelike, but they still lack charm, which requires a lot of painting practice.

After Zhang Wenfeng commented on the pros and cons of the painting, he asked her to grab an idle apprentice to be a model and teach her to draw half-length portraits. This is another new topic, especially for fingers. If you want to draw well, you need to practice for a while.

I made a half-length model painting, and drew a few front and side demonstrations of the palms separately, leaving Yun Qiuhe to draw in the tea room.

He walked down the dwarf mountain to the Houshan Cave Mansion, where he sacrificed the sword weapon first, held it up to observe for a while, and named it "Hunran", hoping that his sword energy, sword intent and sword skills could be fully realized as soon as possible. One.

Wielding the Hunran sword, he practiced a set of falling wood and flying foil swords in the cave.

The room was filled with cold sword energy and dark blue light. Although he could not fully exert the power of the magic weapon, it was more handy than his previous Zaomu sword, which made him quite satisfied.

In the next few days, apart from daily affairs and cultivation, he spent more time on the Hunran Sword, getting familiar with it bit by bit, drawing a line of spirit runes on the front and back of the Hunran Sword, and cultivating the inseparable link between him and the magic weapon. Elusive spirituality.

The magic weapon he wants to use is not just simple to use.

Chapter 344 Swaying Like Running Water

In July, the sky is high and the earth is far away. Two figures soar in the sky, above the top of the mountains, flying not too fast, as if they are overlooking and admiring the magnificent scenery of the river and mountains along the way.

"Little boy, sit at the gate.

Crying and calling for a daughter-in-law.

Why do you want a wife?

Light up,?Talk, blow the lamp, and be company.

Get up tomorrow morning and do your braids. "

A few children playing in the shade of the trees in the country yard clapped their hands and sang crisp nursery rhymes.

The child's voice was sweet and drifted into the air to Zhang Wenfeng's ears. He could hear it and prove it,?Unconsciously, there was a trace of feeling like a world away on his face, and he shook his head slightly after a while,?With a serious face, he threw some of the childhood memories of his previous life into the wind and swept away.

Meditate on the "Sutra of Chang Qingjing" to wash away the influence of invisible obsessions.

On the way of practice, I occasionally encounter this kind of strange touch of "you don't go to the mountain, but the mountain comes to you".

Maybe it's right to think about it in depth, of course, it's no wonder who gets stuck.

Tu Kun, dressed rustic in a khaki short robe, glanced in surprise at Guanzhu Zhang, who was three feet away, and thought to himself that he had a superb power of thought. He was a little closer to realizing that the invisible static force emanating from Guanzhu Zhang's body, as soft as nothing, could actually affect his state of mind .

It is like a gentle breeze blowing over the hills, refreshing and refreshing, and there is a different kind of timid tranquility.

Tu Kun showed thought on his face,?The ancestor of Zanhua once mentioned to him in a chat, "Opportunities are so close, they are like the end of the world; shortcuts are invisible, don't miss them." "Is it Zhang Guanzhu?

He always thought it was a certain inherited treasure in the fairy temple.

Tu Kun felt the subtle power of thought, and then looked down at the mountains and rivers in the world, his eyes were as thorough as if washed by clear water, and what he saw was a different clear and magnificent beauty.

He was suppressed underground, and even after he came out, he still obeyed the admonition of the hairpin ancestor, and only wandered around in the fairy temple. What is the difference between the mountains and rivers you have seen?

He didn't have much to say to a junior viewer, he only cared about the scenery for himself, and almost missed the anomalies around him.

After Zhang Wenfeng read the scriptures silently three times, his mind was so clear that he didn't notice that the earth spirit was getting closer to him. He continued to accompany the silent earth spirit to enjoy the mountains and rivers, overlooking the winding Yixi River going eastward, stretching for an unknown number of miles until it disappeared. in the sky.

Along the way, I saw a few waterfalls hanging from the peaks, but compared to Pilian, who poured down from the clouds,?The imposing manner was too far away to be counted, and he was not interested in getting closer to appreciate it.

On the contrary, the mighty Yaoxi River below, full of water, gave him a different feeling.

Compared with the waterfall's flying down and plunging, the water waves and torrents are surging with endless power.

There are two completely different auras. He flew along the river, unconsciously lowering his altitude, and gradually saw the slowness and thickness beyond "flowing clouds and flowing water", and a word popped into his mind: a long history!

Close your eyes and stand more than thirty feet above the water waves, soaring into the air and facing the wind, your robes fluttering.

Pedestrians on both sides of the embankment and people in boats in the water are not as novel as they were two years ago, and they are not used to seeing the gods flying around in the sky, but no one will specifically stare at them. Glancing at it, I quickly lowered my head, even if a child exclaimed, an adult would stop him with his eyes.

Immortals cannot be desecrated, just watch from a distance.

Tu Ling followed for a while and looked down at the big river that had lost its water god. He was quite puzzled. This kid was too enlightened. He could see that he was enlightened after looking through the river. , not to disturb the other party's "little chance" on the way of cultivation.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Wenfeng opened his eyes, with a flash of joy on his face.

Unable to find a suitable waterfall for "Waterfall Watching", he can continue to condense his natal sword energy through "Water Viewing" in the future. Water and waterfalls have the same source, and his natal sword energy comes from water. Finally, he found an alternative viewing method. Want to source.

Pay attention everywhere, it's all practice.

"It's as tall as a mountain, and as turbulent as running water."

In the future, he may try "viewing the mountain", but where can he find a towering tree for him to "view the tree"?In fact, he really wanted to look at trees, after all, trees were his profession.

It was past noon when we arrived at Zhoucheng.

Zhang Wenfeng walked into the Daolu branch side by side with the short man. He received a summons from Protector Xie yesterday afternoon. In the letter, Protector Xie said very politely, asking him to come to Shangzhou City for assessment and registration with fellow Daoist Tukun.

Arriving outside the Court of Protection, not long after the report was made, Xie Moring personally welcomed him out.

After some polite greetings, please come in and serve tea for a chat. The earth spirit gave enough face this time, and took the initiative to chat with Xie Moling. The heaven and the earth, the human race and the monster race, had a very happy conversation. He deeply appreciates that he can stay in the fairy temple and serve for a long time. I am honored, and I sincerely ask the Daolu branch to accept the assessment, and so on.

Zhang Wenfeng almost choked on the spirit tea, secretly glanced at the serious nonsense guy.

This guy didn't bump into the stone wall at the corner of the cave when he went out, right?

Flying all the way, there is no rain in the sky, why is my brain flooded?

He knew that the relationship between himself and Tu Ling had eased, but if it wasn't so good, it could only be that before Mo Yelin left, he had asked Tu Ling to be obedient, and so on.

Xie Moling is very satisfied with the attitude of the earth spirit who is said to be rebellious. The Taoist school recruits talents and is thirsty for talents, but he is not willing to use some foreigners who are provocative. Constructing and dedicating its own strength, Tuling's attitude is so positive.

Food can be eaten indiscriminately, and the words in front of Guan Bao cannot be said indiscriminately, and the words that are spoken are correspondingly subject to the bondage of heaven and earth.

There are as many demon talents as Tu Ling who go to work for him, the better.

Xie Moring greeted Yuanzheng in advance, and brought the two of them to the courtyard to the north of Yuanzheng. The examination and acceptance of a Tier [-] monster must be received by Yuanzheng in person, which is a kind of importance.

This is the first time Zhang Wenfeng met the reclusive Yu Xixian Yuanzheng, a taciturn and gentle young man. He knew that the higher his cultivation level, the harder it is to tell his age from his appearance. young.

After seeing the ceremony, Yu Xixian had a routine questioning, and within a quarter of an hour, he passed the assessment and asked Tu Kun to sign and mark the document, and enjoy the treatment of a guest minister of Nanjiang Prefecture Daolu Branch.

After receiving the waist card enshrined by Ke Qing and a sumeru bag, Zhang Wenfeng and Tu Kun said goodbye and went out.

Yu Xixian sent him to the gate of the courtyard, and after saying goodbye to Tu Kun, he deliberately smiled and nodded at Zhang Wenfeng: "I hope that next time you come to my courtyard, I will do the assessment for you."

A governor can only serve for five years. Yu Xixian has been in Nanjiang Prefecture for three years, and there are two more years left to return to the mountain. He is encouraging young Taoist priests to break through within two years. It is very optimistic, but the words are relatively flat .

Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands to express his gratitude: "Duo Chengyuan is auspicious, and the subordinates will strive to break through in recent years!"