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He was used to it. That donkey was not a fuel-efficient lamp. When arguing with the old cripple face to face, he could spray the old cripple's face without losing the wind.

The temple master with his sleeves tied up and Hu Qiang'er came back from the forest, and his figure appeared in the corridor.

The old cripple who was scolding so fiercely just now said, "I'm very busy in the kitchen, I don't have time to talk to you, I'll deal with you bastard later."

Limping towards the kitchen, he was full of momentum, like a general who is still facing victory after victory.

Lezi wiped the sweat off his forehead, and hurriedly followed Shui Ya.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the donkey that landed near him, and wrote lightly: "Lu Zijin, you are full, and you have this spare time to quarrel with the lame uncle, so don't you go to practice and exercise?"

The donkey sighed: "I've hit a bottleneck, no amount of exercise will work, and the speed of my practice is pitifully slow. I listen to you and meditate every day, but it's useless. I don't go out to play, and I hang around the mountain gate every day. That old man The goods are going to scold me for being idle again."

The more I thought about it, the more irritable I became, and I complained: "It's too much. He's going to chop off my eating guy and use it as firewood, and use my wine basin as a urinal. Please judge me, don't you hate donkeys?"

Zhang Wenfeng smiled, turned and walked towards the tea room.

I don't bother to pay attention to the trivial grievances between them.

He has seen a lot of scenes of an old man and a donkey quarreling. When they are good, they can drink in the same basin and wear the same pair of pants.

The donkey Sui Sui Nian followed: "Monastery Master, let's go out to experience the rivers and lakes again. This time, we will go farther and visit other states. Traveling thousands of miles is like reading thousands of books. This is what you said..."

Reading together with Yiyi, in short, it has the same meaning, it wants to go out, and it does not stay at home.

Zhang Wenfeng stopped at the door of the tea room and thought about it: "I will talk to the head of the mountain later, he mentioned last time that he would take a few outings in the state of energy transformation, travel between heaven and earth, and increase his practice experience, since your cultivation has fallen into a bottleneck , I can let you go out for a walk to relax, and help take care of the six apprentices in the Qi Transformation Realm."

"Ah er... well, go to the Qianluo Mountains, where you can hunt for treasures, and you can also practice, killing two birds with one stone."

The donkey suddenly regained his energy, and ran towards the west end.

With the intention of the Guanzhu, it went to talk to the second senior brother by itself, and it wanted to communicate with the second senior brother with a pen and paper. It is good to know how to write.

I don't know how the donkey chatted with the second senior brother, but the second senior brother really agreed to go to the Qianluo Mountains to practice.

At dinner in the evening, the donkey stole the wine jar from the old lame man, and the two reconciled as before.

In the morning of the second day, the donkey set off on the hoarfrost with big and small bags on its back, followed by a group of young men and women in Taoist robes, and behind them was the old and steady mountain chief.

With a sword on his waist, leggings on his feet, and a bag on his back, he is in high spirits.

All of them are energetic young men.

That morning, Zhang Wenfeng hadn't found a chance to talk to the old lame about Yang Shuilan's practice of Taoism. Accompanied by Lezi and the old lame, Shuiya walked into the tea room, and after a few words, he became a new Taoist apprentice.

Lezi is old and has experienced ups and downs, so she doesn't want to mix with a group of children to learn literature and martial arts.

He chooses to work in a Taoist temple, and he can often see Shuiya, looking forward to his peaceful life with satisfaction.

Shui Ya promises to wait until the one-year filial piety expires, and live a life of husband and wife after marriage.

Of course, the quasi-couple didn't tell the temple master and Daoist Yue about these whispers, even the old cripple kept it from them for the time being.

Yue Anyan's wish came true, and he was full of joy. He led Shuiya to arrange accommodation, explained the rules, and formally met with the apprentices in the training hall. In addition to attending lectures and scriptures together, he taught Shuiya step by step from the basics every day. Shui Ya practiced the breathing and exhalation method in "The Alchemy of Weak Water Tide Survival".

Some people are born bright and full of potential.

Yang Shuilan is the Maxima found by Yue Anyan, Bole, who was living among the people, and the pearl he found from the gravel.

Shuiya can't speak, but she studies hard and doesn't get lazy, and has a good memory. In just a few days, she can recognize and write hundreds of characters. Except that the brush characters are crooked like earthworms, and it takes time to practice. She has already written Yue Remember the practice methods taught by the Taoist priest, you can meditate and practice by yourself.

"What a genius, you can do everything easily, you can learn it once you learn it, you don't need to teach it several times, I estimate that in about a month, Shuiya can find the sense of Qi, and in about a year, she can catch up with most apprentices. schedule."

When Yue Anyan drank tea and chatted with the temple master, he couldn't hide the joy in his tone.

"A thousand soldiers are easy to win, but a general is hard to find. The more talented she is, the more she needs to be guided in her mind. Don't let her feel complacent and arrogant, 'If you don't cut jade, you can't make it; It can frustrate her a bit."

Zhang Guanzhu also has no experience in teaching geniuses, so he can only talk about it in general to remind him.

For example, Shui Qingru has a good talent in martial arts, but because she doesn't have the qualifications for cultivating the Tao, she still takes the path of hard work.

Another three days later, Yue Anyan announced the good news to the viewer who was clearing the weeds in the wheat field with hints: "Shui Ya has found the sense of Qi today, and she has worked hard. It has only been five days since she learned the exercises. How can she improve so much? quick?"

There is a little sadness in the words.

Is it a good thing that things happen abnormally and evildoers come too soon?

The month or so she estimated at the beginning was still in the category of genius recorded in the classics.

Now Yang Shuilan is progressing at a speed several times faster than a genius, which scares her a bit.

Zhang Wenfeng nourished the vitality and greenness on the tip of his hand to other wheat seedlings, straightened up and muttered: "You must instruct Shui Ya not to disclose this matter to anyone. From now on, only the three of us can make progress on her practice." I know."

Yue Anyan nodded: "I've already told Shui Ya, she is very sensible."

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, and said: "I will observe it for the time being. When Mr. Tu leaves the customs, I will ask Mr. Xiatu. He has a lot of experience and knowledge. He may have heard of this kind of situation. You can also ask him to help you look at Shuiya. Don't do anything wrong."

It is a good thing that there are peerless geniuses in Taoist temples.

But if this genius exceeds the records in the classics too much, it will make them feel a little bit uncomfortable and worry about gains and losses.

Watching the senior sister leave, Zhang Wenfeng carefully recalled every move of that thin girl named Yang Shuilan.

He also had contact with him for more than ten days. After a long while, he shook his head slightly. It should be that they thought too much. It is normal for a girl from a fisherman on the water who has never seen the world. She is introverted and shy, because she is older. Speaking, you can also make friends with other apprentices based on your experience.

If there were any problems, Yang Shuilan didn't even have time to restrain herself, so would she still perform so outstandingly?

There are so many geniuses in the world, or he doesn't know enough, so it's such a fuss.

He also knows that if he wants to go higher and farther on the road of practice, besides talent, luck is more important.

To be on the safe side, when the second senior brother comes back, you can let the second senior brother find a chance to listen.

He didn't want a treacherous and cunning soul to be lurking in that small body.

Chapter 368 Hello, Listen

Torrential rain, lightning and thunder, and waves of water are higher and higher, like mountains undulating.

In the turbulent waves, a woman stood alone at the head of the tide, her long hair fluttering for more than ten feet and dragging the water like faint green water plants.

The woman was covered in blood and collapsed, her lips opened and closed, and a transparent clear water sword pointed upwards obliquely in her hand, as if she was chanting a mantra. Countless sword lights accompanied by the unstoppable chanting of scriptures, like ten thousand arrows.

The sword energy poured out, and before the woman's body was torn apart and completely annihilated, her blood-dropped eyes tilted her head to look in a certain direction.

"Huh", the thin girl who had been sleeping peacefully on the bed sat up startled.

In the dark, she covered her forehead and eyes. She had a splitting headache, and inexplicable sadness lingered in her heart, lingering, her slender shoulders trembled, and she sobbed silently.

Those bloody eyes in the dream are so scary!

This recurring nightmare has been with her for several years, and it is vague and unreal.

She seemed to be able to personally feel the sadness and helplessness of the woman in the dream. Every time she woke up from the dream, she would feel sad alone for a long time.

Her father and brother are busy making a living, so how can they take into account her insignificant little feelings.

Shui Qing, who shared the bedroom with her, was awakened by the sound. In the dark, she saw her companion on the opposite bed sitting up and seemed to be crying. She hurriedly got up, put on her robe and lit the oil lamp, and sat down to pat the young girl's hands. Sister Shui Ya, did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, we are all here."

In fact, there was another empty bed, and her little friend Shang Qingyun went out to practice but did not return.

She had nightmares when she was a child, and her mother used such actions and words to comfort her.

He also chanted the Taoist mantra of warding off evil spirits: "Zhu said: those who are fighting in battle, they all move forward in groups, and they should always be regarded as everything. "

After three times, he reached out and took the outer robe that was stacked on the stool, and put it on the back of Yang Shuilan, who was covering her head and was still crying silently, so as not to catch cold, and it took a long time for the weak Shuiya to lie down again.

If the water is clear, if you don't blow out the soybean oil lamp, let the light shine to disperse the darkness, and those who have nightmares are afraid of the dark, so it is a waste of some clear oil.

At three o'clock, the sky was still pitch black, and there was the crisp sound of the wake-up bell from the corridor outside.

Shui Qingru has long been accustomed to the life of the Taoist temple, so she hurriedly got up and dressed, and then patted Shuiya, who was deeply asleep.

Shui Ya hurriedly got up, dressed neatly, made the bed, and Shui Qingru walked out of the room, fetching cold well water to wash and tidy up.

Climbing up the mountain in a rush of time, apprentices walked in one after another in the main hall of the Taoist temple. The apprentices on duty had already cleaned and wiped, and there was no need for everyone to do it together. When Shui Ya crossed the high copper-clad threshold, she fainted. Unsteady, he fell to the outside, and was supported by the quick-eyed Shui Qingru to the wall.

Looking at the companion who suddenly turned pale, Shui Qingru asked in a low voice: "You are not feeling well, how about I help you and the temple master take leave, and you go down the mountain and go back to the dormitory to rest?"

She has grown from a little girl to a young girl, and she gradually understands what she should understand.

Shuiya leaned against the outer wall of the Taoist temple, holding Shui Qingru's hand tightly, not letting her ask for leave.

Just when she was about to enter the door, her mind buzzed, as if some invisible wave of air blasted her out. I don't know if it was a hallucination caused by having a nightmare at night and not sleeping well?

After resting for a while, she felt better and her head was no longer dizzy. Shui Ya stood up straight and walked to the door, and walked slowly under Shui Qingru's gaze, nothing happened.

In the afternoon, the team that had traveled outside for half a month came back.

The basket on the donkey's back followed the donkey's running, deliberately making "jingling" sounds, showing off to the little fox demon and Hu Qiang'er what it had gained from this trip.

With its nose, it found a lot of fragments of magical instruments and metal materials.

Good or bad, everything was put in the basket, like the first time I went to the Qianluo Mountains with the temple master and Mo Ye, and found the sword pill that was still being sacrificed in the stomach room, that kind of unlucky luck doesn't happen all the time.

The faces of the six apprentices were a bit frosty, and they spent more than ten days in the wild in the winter, which added to their practice experience. Fortunately, they had cultivated to the point of transformation, otherwise they would be enough for them to survive, and each of them had some gains of different sizes.

The second senior brother drank the spiritual tea, and slowly told the temple master and Yue Anyan about the details of this trip.

In the future, Taoist apprentices will often go out to practice in batches after being promoted. He is summing up his experience and coming up with a set of effective plans. It is impossible for the three of them to accompany and take care of them all the time. Apprentice leads.

"Lu Zijin likes to go out, so send Lu Zijin, a ready-made master, to follow. Usually, they mainly rely on their own opinions. If there is any trouble or danger, Lu Zijin will solve it."

"This method is good. With Lu Zijin's strength, he can deal with three or two monks in the gradual decline."

"We can follow them secretly a few times, and let them adapt on their own."

The three of them discussed and basically settled, and added some details, Yue Anyan told the second senior brother to accept Shui Ya as an apprentice, and all kinds of unusual things about Shui Ya.

"Is it so fast? Only five days to find Qi?"

"Actually, it's less than five days, so I want to use your special talent, brother, to hear her true inner thoughts."

"You guys are coming to harm me again... OK, I'll do it for the villain, who told me to be the head of the mountain."

The second senior brother smiled and agreed, since he knew about the emergence of such a peerless genius, for the sake of the peaceful development of the Taoist temple, he must use his unique ability to spy on people's hearts.

The three chatted about other things, after drinking tea, the two went out, Yue Anyan stayed to tidy up the room.

Zhang Wenfeng saw the northwest corner of the field at a glance. Shui Ya was practicing boxing skills under the Nine Palace Stakes. Shui Ya and Shang Qingyun, who came back from traveling today, were watching and chatting. The one hour before dinner every afternoon belongs to the free time for apprentices to practice. , You can go to the library to read books, or you can go down the mountain to play in the woods together.

The two walked straight over, signaling to Shui Ya and Shang Qingyun not to be too polite and not to disturb Shui Qingru's boxing practice.

When Shui Qingru stopped, Zhang Wenfeng stepped forward and said with a smile: "Shui Qingru, I will accompany you to give you some tricks, you can let go of your hands and feet, and be careful not to be punched out of the Jiugong pile by me."

The apprentices who were playing on the field listened to the audience and mainly accompanied Shui Qingru to practice boxing, and they swarmed around.

Guanzhu's stories are well told, and he often teaches them how to cultivate and practice swords, but this is the first time for them to do so.

Shui Qing made a salute, and used walking stakes and boxing frames in a regular manner, and the temple master walked around the nine wooden stakes. The man walked with his fists, punching and changing palms like butterflies wearing flowers. Turning from east to west, the onlookers are dazzled, and the "cracking" sound of fists and palms can be heard from time to time in the Jiugong pile.

The temple master suddenly changed his boxing from fast to slow, and then from slow to fast, with a pause and a pause, fast and slow, without any abruptness, the water was as clear as a few punches, his eyes became brighter, and he followed the temple master closely The rhythm of punching and parrying. uu read the book with Guanzhu's precepts and deeds, and her understanding of Jiugong boxing skills has reached a new level.

It would be great if the viewer could accompany her often.

Shi Nanguan patted his forehead and muttered: "It's over, she learned a new trick, and then figured out that the trick to defeat her didn't work, hey, why am I so unlucky? Not honored."

The head of the mountain listened for a while, and felt that Shuiya's heart was peaceful and peaceful, and there were no distracting thoughts.

I was a little surprised in my heart, this state of mind was so clear.

By the way, he glanced at the little guys nearby, all of them had emotional ups and downs, especially the little Fatty who was muttering next to him, his heart was surging, and he wanted to defeat Shui Qingru with all his heart, so he almost laughed at him angrily.

"Get out!"

He gave the little fat man a heavy slap on the shoulder, almost slapping Shi Nanguan so that his legs went limp and he sat on the ground.

The two figures in the arena suddenly parted, and the water was as clear as fists and bowed, thanking him as a disciple.

She benefited a lot from the exchange of moves, especially when the temple master occasionally showed a suffocating majestic fist, which gave her a mysterious feeling that the fist was beyond the sky.

"Sir, what did you hear?"

"I didn't hear it. Her mood is very stable. I will listen to it a few more times when I find a chance in the future."

The two chatted through sound transmission and walked away along the corridor.

Through the gap between the crowd, Yang Shuilan looked at the back of the mountain master with a little confusion. She noticed that the mountain chief seemed to be casting a spell to spy on something earlier, and it seemed that it was not aimed at her alone.

She didn't know why she felt that way?

Chapter 369 The thorn in the back, invisible and invisible

In mid-December, Tu Kun, who had been in confinement for a long time, came out of the cave. Behind him was a circle of chubby mountain badgers, each of them walking along the stream with only gurgling water left.