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She understands the difficulty of the temple master, for her this matter is not too difficult, when the time comes to untie the bell, the person who tied it will have to be tied.

As the end-of-year assessment competition on December [-] is approaching, the atmosphere among the apprentices who have not broken the boundary is somewhat delicate. After more than two years of training, eight people have already succeeded in breaking the boundary. Yang Shuilan, who was concealed by Tu Kun, has advanced to the Qi Realm.

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Many people are thinking that "there are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are kings", striving for a good ranking, so that the temple masters, mountain chiefs, and Taoist priests can look at each other with admiration, and they can get more advice next year.

Yun Qiuhe rushed over on the [-]th, accompanied by Gu Xuelun, a big brother of her generation, who had participated in the Battle of Guizailing before and knew Zhang Wenfeng several times.

Sitting down in the west hall on the top of the mountain, they exchanged greetings and drank a cup of spiritual tea.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Friend Daoist Yun, if you don't come again, I will go to Zhoucheng to block your door."

Yun Qiuhe was in front of her elder brother, she was too lazy to pretend to be a lady, that was too tiring, "Haha, if I really want to abscond with my treasure, I will hide in the mountain gate, Guanzhu Zhang, where are you going to block the gate?"

She took out a plain white jade bottle from her cuff, and said: "Uncle Gu wanted to be perfect and improve the finished pill. She spent a lot of time refining other pills, studying and deliberating. The two batches of pills refined this time cost a total of Eleven pills, it can be regarded as an extraordinary level of performance."

She stared at Guanzhu Zhang with her beautiful eyes, her face flushed slightly.

"What a coincidence? Eleven."

Zhang Wenfeng took the jade bottle and said with a smile, and opened the cork, there were seven orange pills in it, emitting a faint light.

Yun Qiuhe took out a receipt file and asked Zhang Guanzhu to sign his name. The transaction was considered complete, and both parties were happy. She was lucky, and got a rare traceless elixir, which even her master envied.

"Thank you!"

"What did you say, Fellow Daoist Yun? I didn't hear clearly."

"...I'll go down the mountain to play with Yue Anyan."

Yun Qiuhe rolled her eyes, and amidst the meaningful laughter of the senior brother, she hurried away.

Zhang Guanzhu is sometimes naughty, even her thick skin can't bear it.

Gu Xuelun took out a box, pushed it to Guanzhu Zhang, and said with a smile, "This is the remaining two traceless fruit cores that I promised you, please accept it."

Four fruit stones, the two sides are divided in half. As for whether the traceless fruit tree can be cultivated, it requires not only spiritual planting skills, but also a certain amount of luck.

After Zhang Guanzhu checked and accepted the fruit core, Gu Xuelun took the bag from behind and said: "I heard that Zhang Guanzhu likes to collect all kinds of spiritual plant seeds, my aunt specially asked me to send these selected seeds to Zhang Guanzhu, and chatted about it. Mind, please accept it."

The aunt in his mouth refers to Gu Yiyi.

Zhang Wenfeng laughed and said, "You're too polite. Thank you Taoist Master Gu for his kindness. Zhang has the audacity to accept it."

In the past, he couldn't get a few spiritual planting seeds with all his hard work. Now that they have delivered such a large bag of seeds to the door, how could he refuse the door?

The path of practice is getting wider and wider, which is very comforting.

Chapter 371 The Swordsmanship of Seeing Mountains as Mountains

Sending Gu Xuelun away, Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the sun, it was almost noon, and returned to Qingzheng College, the apprentice competition had just ended, and he saw Shui Qingru, who was tall and had a girlish figure, standing in the first place in front , grinning happily at him.

In order to be able to stay in the Taoist temple, the little girl worked very hard, and finally achieved her wish.

Zhang Wenfeng stepped forward, said some encouraging words that are commonplace every year, presented prizes to the six outstanding apprentices, and then announced that the annual leave was in the afternoon, and when the four priests walked out of the training hall, cheers came from inside The sound almost knocked off the roof.

After all, they are all children, longing for holidays, and love to play is a natural result.

Yun Qiuhe and Yue Anyan walked together, bragging and showing off their achievements: "In less than two and a half years, this group of apprentices has produced eight monks in the Qi Transformation Realm. I, the teacher, work hard, and I have done a great job. Guanzhu, you have to make a living." My salary has been raised."

Yue Anyan dismantled the stage and said: "Guard Master, Ke Qing's teaching teacher didn't count as salary at the beginning, did he?"

She specially emphasized that the word "Ke Qing" was temporary, and told Yun Qiuhe not to put money on her face.

The credit is all ours, and it has nothing to do with you, a famous guest lecturer.

Zhang Wenfeng shook his head resolutely: "It doesn't count. This Keqing lecturer comes whenever he likes. He often doesn't see anyone for ten days and a half months. When he comes, he clamors for porridge. I don't know how long he has been hungry in Zhoucheng?"

"You can't say that. Although the teacher Ke Qing didn't give a few serious lectures, she often took the apprentices to play when she came, and she was very popular with the apprentices. We can't do this. We still have to It counts as a salary of three spirit stones for one month."

Shan Chang smiled and made up the knife.

Yun Qiuhe laughed angrily, and found that what the three of them said was true, she had no way to refute it, and laughed and scolded: "You guys are going too far, you arrange me like this."

He reached out to pinch Yue Anyan, the culprit who dodged, and ran after him towards the tea room.

Zhang Wenfeng turned around and saw the little fat man following them hiding behind the pillar, trying to hide his ears and steal the bell, he waved and called, "Shi Nanguan, what's the matter with you? Come forward and talk, don't be coy."

Shi Nanguan hurried forward, and after saluting, he laughed a few times, and said, "Monastery Lord, you promised me that you would teach me some tricks after I advance to the Qi Transformation state. It's time for a holiday. When will you be free?" Teach me?"

"Yeah, I forgot about this one."

Zhang Wenfeng recalled that there seemed to be such a thing. In order to encourage the little fat man, he made similar words, and said with a smile: "Then choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun. Go to the practice room, and I will teach you a style of swordsmanship."

Shan Chang said to the fat man with a cheerful and giggly smile, "Be more courageous next time when something happens, and take the initiative to fight for yourself."

Shi Nanguan clasped his fists to receive the instruction: "Yes, I will remember the teachings of the head of the mountain."

When he came to the practice room, Zhang Wenfeng took the bamboo sword that the little fat man took off from the wall, and said: "Your practice of Luomu Flying Foil Sword is very good, let me practice it first, and the last move is my evolution from Luomu Flying Foil Sword It's a trick, look carefully."

Starting from the starting gesture, swing the sword step by step, one move at a time.

The room was full of swords and shadows, gorgeous and complicated. He integrated some of his understanding of Luomu Feihuajian, without deleting the complicated and simplifying, and without reducing the complicated to complicated, maintaining the original flavor.

This sword technique that he has practiced for more than ten years has reached the state of "seeing mountains as mountains and seeing water as water" in his hands.

Shi Nanguan, who has practiced this sword technique for more than two years, scratched his ears and his cheeks, his eyes glowed. Usually, the temple master gave him a lot of advice on how to use the sword, but it was not as shocking as it is today.

He didn't dare to blink his eyes, for fear of missing a moment.

This sword technique is so beautiful, the reality and the virtual are intertwined, it is indescribably wonderful, the deeply hidden problem he encountered suddenly became clear, he didn't dare to think too much, and tried his best to remember the sword used by the temple master.

After 36 moves, Zhang Wenfeng stabbed the bamboo sword in the middle of the wooden pillar.

The shadow of the sword is flickering, light and dazzling like flying flowers, and the ultimate splendor contains a one-hit kill.

"Chicha", the bamboo sword passed through the wooden pillar, Zhang Guanzhu drew the sword and stood up.

Learning from the past, he immersed himself in it and used the "flying style" to give himself some different insights. Seeing the little fat man squatting on the ground with his head in his arms, he was deep in thought, and he didn't bother him, so he hung the bamboo sword in his hand on the wall and talked with the second senior brother. Fly away.

How much Shi Nanguan can understand and digest depends on his savvy. Among the few little guys who can break through, none of them are stupid.

It's a holiday, and the mountain gate looks cold all of a sudden.

Yue Anyan pulled Yang Shuilan to teach her how to read and write as usual, and guarded her to practice meditation. The requirements were very strict, and she was only released to play in the Qingzheng courtyard every afternoon, but there was one thing, she could not go out of the mountain gate because she was already alone with the girl. Make it clear.

Zhang Wenfeng received a pack of spiritual vegetable seeds from Xuanyun Temple. He, his second senior brother, and Lezi opened a vegetable field in Xitanling, planted soil and fertilizer, and planted some winter vegetables such as radish, cabbage, and brassica. , Opened another piece of land, and after the new year, the spring began, and planted the donated spiritual wheat. The wheat he cultivated carefully, after two seasons of selection, still almost failed to grow into spiritual wheat.

He wants to make spiritual plants grow up and down the mountain gate all year round.

Walking through it carefully, breathing in the active and abundant wood energy, you can expect to be able to improve your practice all the time.

Lezi picked up the dung dustpan and followed the master to work up and down. When he was resting on a rock by the stream, he couldn't help asking: "My master, don't you get bored of doing farm work every day?"

I am familiar with Guanzhu, and I already know that Brother Guanzhu is easy-going and has no airs.

"Working is a way of practice for me. I take care of the seeds to break the ground, grow, clear the weeds, and harvest. This experience process is the process of practice. I don't feel bored. It's a pleasure."

Zhang Wenfeng tried his best to speak plainly, he was groping his way, and he was content with it.

The ancient way of heaven is long and the way of man is short, and my way of heaven is short and the way of man is long.

The way of heaven turns around day and night and never stays. It is busy in spring, autumn, winter and summer.

He still wants to try to apply some magical powers from the "Tao Jing" to planting. He has already deliberated and feels that it should be feasible. The supernatural power of rapid growth of seeds is used for reference to give birth to other seeds.

He has some ideas, and it takes a lot of time and seeds to turn them into practice.

Lezi shook his head and smiled, "I don't quite understand."

In his cognition, working is to fill his stomach, and it is hard work. How can there be any fun in working?

Zhang Wenfeng also felt that chatting with Lezi was playing against the cows, so he changed the subject and said, "Lezi, have you ever thought that if you don't practice and learn to read, the gap between you and Shuiya in the future... well, it will be very big. open."

Lezi scratched her hair and said with a smile: "I thought about it. Shuiya promised me that she would be with me."

From the end of the new year to mid-October, it will be a full year, and he is not worried that Shui Ya will change his mind.

Shui Ya promised to get married when the filial piety period expired, stop practicing, and live a small life of farming together.

He dreamed of that day coming.

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, and said: "Lezi, brother, I advise you to hurry up and practice while you are young. It's no big deal if you don't have the qualifications for cultivation. You can have more common topics in the future. The girl who lives in the same dormitory with Shui Ya is called Shui Qing For example, as you have seen, she has no aptitude for cultivating Taoism, and she was No. 1 in the two year-end exams, she is only a little away from breaking through to reach the innate level, and she may break through at any time after the new year."

Lezi thought about it for a while, shook his head with a smile, and said, "Thank you, the Lord, for your kindness. I promised my mother that I would live a happy life, and I don't want to learn my skills and go to the rivers and lakes."

"You don't need to go to the rivers and lakes if you learn the skills well, and you don't overwhelm yourself with too many skills. Maybe one day you will be able to use them."

Zhang Wenfeng persuaded him a few more words, seeing that Lezi just shook his head with a smile, he didn't waste any more words.

There will be a gap between monks and mortals without knowing it. It is a process of cultivation, called "transcendence", and if you want to advance to the Jindan state, this is a big pass to test your state of mind.

The human world is full of smoke and fire, but when it reaches a certain level, you have to get out of the human world.

This is where the word "immortal" comes from.

Away from the world, people are immortals in the mountains.

Chapter 372

Feeling like awn on the back and all over the body is very uncomfortable, tingling and itching all the time.

Can't catch it, can't scratch it, can't think too much, the more he thinks about it, the more itchy and unbearable, itching to the bone, Zhang Wenfeng is in such a state of torment and tempering, he can't be idle, he must be immersed in one thing.

Either practicing in peace, or splashing ink, or busy in the fields.

Especially in the morning and evening, he would make the flying sword turn into a stream of swords flowing in his heart, and then use his wood fire to wrap the "thorn" flying sword for sacrifice. It cannot be overstated.

After a quarter of an hour each time, after letting Fei Jian return to the Sea of ​​Consciousness, he was sweating profusely in the winter.

Lying on his back on the ground of the cave, he didn't want to move a finger for a long time.

Exhausted, my mind completely emptied.

Listening to the old demon of Tu Ling who suffered a thousand knives, he smiled but did not laugh and was relieved. Fortunately, he realized a ray of natal sword energy and merged it into the flying sword. People who are "shattered and broken, like a puppet" are in great pain in the world, and they also say that "hardship is the first, enjoyment is the last", "hardship is the only way to be a master", etc., and some empty truths without sincerity.

That bastard laughed so gleefully that he almost openly engraved the words "Public revenge and personal revenge" on his forehead.

Every time he endured that kind of pain and recovered his depleted cultivation base, he could find that his cultivation base had improved a little bit, and he had a little more resistance to the sharp energy emitted by the "thorn" flying sword to stimulate the pores of the skin and temper his body. .

The benefits were obvious, so he just let it go and endured with his resilience.

From time to time, he would visit the Earth Spirit Cave Mansion and talk and harass him.

Zhang Guanzhu survived the new year with an invisible thorn on his back, and survived the "Tianla Sacrifice" held every year, talking and laughing like Yanyan, as if nothing happened.

Compared with last year, the number of people who held sacrificial rituals in the main hall on the first day of this year was much higher.

The third senior brother Shang Zheng asked his niece and granddaughter Shang Qingyun to support him, and deliberately showed off in front of the senior brother Jia De'an a few times.

After lunch and a vegetarian feast, the eldest brother said goodbye early and went down the mountain.

Afterwards, the second senior brother and the third senior brother chatted alone for a long time, but no one knew what they talked about.

The donkey played for several months, exhausted his impetuosity, and became pure and self-sustaining. He began to temper his body with lightning washing again. He practiced day and night and seldom went out. lips.

In a blink of an eye, it was March in Yangchun.

Zhang Wenfeng and Hu Qiang'er took care of all the spiritual plants that had grown out to be full of vitality. The entire Wangxia Ridge and most of Xitan Ridge were planted with stretches of spiritual plants and spiritual vegetables, and more than 30 mu of fields were reclaimed piecemeal. Lush green rice, wheat and other crops grow.

After finishing the day's work, he was resting in the pavilion upstream of the stream. Guanzhu Zhang became interested, took out the rice paper, pen and ink, and painted Hu Qiang'er standing on the wooden sword with thousands of soft weeping willows as the background.

Swipe the brush recklessly, the fragrance of ink is lingering, and in less than a quarter of an hour, a freehand sketch with fairy air is completed.

After contemplating it for a while, Zhang Wenfeng wrote an inscription and signed it, "The grass is full of flowers, the embankment is full of water, and the stream is full. Zhang Wenfeng sent it to Xiliu Pavilion in the spring of Renyin's year", and stamped a jade seal on the back.

Hu Qiang'er couldn't help but hold the ink painting. The viewer seldom wrote inscriptions, signed and sealed the paintings. This is a unique reward for him.

A woman greeted from behind: "Qiang'er, what are you looking at? You're so engrossed."

Hearing Yue Anyan's voice, Hu Qiang'er hurriedly flew up holding the painting scroll that was not completely dry, and said with a smile: "The master drew a picture for me, I will send it back first, so as not to get dirty." Yu Jiansheng Fly high to the southwest slope of Xianling Mountain.

But he knew that Uncle Yue liked to collect the master's paintings the most. He had been to that small bamboo house twice, and the room was full of paintings.

Yue Anyan walked into the pavilion with Yang Shuilan who was looking around curiously, glanced at the little guy who flew away in a panic, and said with a smile: "I won't snatch your paintings, why are you running when you see me coming?"

Hu Qiang'er pretended not to hear, and flew away without seeing anyone.

Zhang Wenfeng stopped packing his pen and ink, and stared at Yang Shuilan who was a little stiff and saluting for a moment.

After nearly half a year of recuperation, the girl's complexion was ruddy, her face looked round, her figure had grown a bit taller, and besides being unable to speak, she was full of beauty. Compared with when she first came, there were many subtle changes.

"Yang Shuilan, congratulations on advancing to the Gradient Realm. Your cultivation aptitude is unique. We can't announce it to the public for the time being, let alone take you to the county town for assessment, lest someone will take your advice, but you can occasionally go out at night with Daoist Yue. , through the wind, when you cultivate to a certain degree of self-protection ability, a year or two later, you will make up for the identity and honor that should belong to you."