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Knowing that there is a mountain god watching secretly, he will not refuse Yang Shuilan's kindness.

It is a wise choice to stay for a few days, restore the state to its peak, and take more measures to protect yourself.

One is in the water and the other is on the shore. After going southeast for more than two hundred miles, I came to a wide bay. In the middle of the river is a small island three feet above the water. There are several green brick courtyards and an attic on the island.

There is a small-scale water god temple on the shore of the water bay. There is actually a small village of forty or fifty families nearby. There are fields and vegetable gardens around it, and there is a pier by the water. It is late at night, except for the dog barking After a few sounds, the village was extremely quiet.

Yang Shuilan asked the temple master to stay in the courtyard on the east side of the island, reassuring him that Mu Lihua would not come here to make trouble.

In this area with a radius of fifty miles, there are water-borne things that she collected and arranged, little by little, built like a bucket, and even a little trouble can't be hidden from her perception, and it really belongs to her god's small territory.

Her current cultivation base is a little bit worse, but she has enough experience.

With such a land of water gods, there is no need to worry about being made dumplings by witch monks.

Zhang Wenfeng walked into the yard and said, "I would like to ask you something. I used my thoughts to destroy the blood cursed ghost on my upper body, and there is still a lot of pure energy left in my body. How should I deal with it?"

Meeting Yang Shuilan in the wild this time, I feel much better than before.

He urgently needs to improve his cultivation and deal with possible dangers, so he can't count on Yang Shuilan's help in everything.

Yang Shuilan said with a smile: "Return half, keep half, you can't take all the benefits."

Stretching out her green finger, she pointed to the sky. She thought that the temple master knew the rules of the Shinto, and seeing that the temple master was familiar with dealing with the blood-curse soul shadow, she thought Zhong Wenyong had taught it, but it turned out that was not the case.

Of course, it’s not a big deal to be alone, the gods in the upper realm don’t care, just in case you encounter a small-minded person, it’s troublesome to hold a grudge, there are not many records about this in the ancient books.

Zhang Wenfeng understood that it was easier to invite God than to send it away. Even if he was not the God he invited, he had to complete the beginning and end, and thanked him.

Walking into the courtyard, Zhang Wenfeng sat down cross-legged, and slowly dissipated the pure energy imprisoned in his body. Seeing a transparent aura hovering in the air, flowing slowly without dissipating, he kept releasing it.

About halfway through, a thick cloud of breath flew up into the sky, breaking through the roof and disappearing.

Zhang Wenfeng breathed a sigh of relief, unfurled the formation flag, and meditated quietly by reciting scriptures.

After morning class at dawn, he walked out of the small courtyard and walked around the island. The water temple opposite was filled with fragrance and mist, and the village smelled of chickens and dogs.

Walking around to relax, he re-entered the yard, closed the door, and sat cross-legged in the room, absorbing the remaining pure energy in his body and transforming it into his own vitality.

Not long after, a cyan mist lingered around her body, with brilliance flickering slightly.

This short retreat took three days.

When Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the courtyard, the sun was shining on his body, warm and comfortable, and he successfully advanced to the late stage of the free state.

Wandering leisurely on the island with her hands behind her back, Yang Shuilan, a woman in a blue skirt, appears on the water surface.

Yang Shuilan took a look, and she noticed that there had been a change in the master's cultivation base, and said, "Guanzhu, let's go, I've made some arrangements at Chahekou, and I can send you to the nearest border of Modao County."

It is inconvenient for her to keep guests here, so she will send the audience away, and she will retreat to prepare for hitting the fourth level.

In this Shuiwan temple and village, collecting some incense that is better than nothing is just a means of concealing people's eyes and ears. She also has hidden water palaces in other places. She is in the wild and has not cultivated her own power. She can only be cautious in everything and consider everything.

He took out a blue bottle from his cuff, held it with mana and brought it to the temple master.

"I will collect the broken jade bones of Wu Wu Zhe, grind them with water to get the essence, after refining, it will be useful for Wu Fu's body training, the Lord, take it, and use it as you like."

Zhang Wenfeng put away the bottle, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Chapter 473

Yang Shuilan looked calm, as if she didn't notice the fleeting smile on the face of the temple master.

She took out another exquisite and small water drop jade bottle, and said: "Last time, I heard from Master that the little girl has been stuck in the bottleneck of the Xiantian realm for several days and has been unable to break through. I have nothing to do and found some medicine stones in the mountains. , mixed with the essence of water transportation, and refined a bottle of low-level 'Shui Huan Di Hun San', she can try it, how to use it my master knows."

Zhang Wenfeng received the small bottle with a unique shape.

At the beginning, Shuiya was studying Taoism in Qingzheng Bieyuan, and she shared the same room with Xiaoya. The little girl Shuiqingru did not dislike the dumb girl Yang Shuilan, and took care of Yang Shuilan's learning and reading and life. I heard from Yue Anyan that the two were in the same sympathy. sisters.

It's a good thing that Yang Shuilan, who has become the Goddess of Water, can still miss Xiaoya.

While talking, the two walked to the north across the water, their robes fluttering and the mist followed.

When the people on the south bank saw the water god empress suddenly appear in broad daylight, they knelt down and kowtowed to pray.

Going upstream for more than fifty miles, a small Cha River flows into the Liuzhi River. Yang Shuilan stepped on the water, and the mist spread to both sides of the river. She spent two days temporarily dredging the upper and lower sides of the Cha River, so that the water transport of the Liuzhi River can spread far away.

"The day before yesterday, I sent a letter to Master, telling her that the temple master is here as a guest. She told Tukun that Tukun brought people to Modao County yesterday. Guanzhu, you should contact Tukun first and make an appointment. Converge at the southwest end of Modao County."

Yang Shuilan glanced at the northwest and said softly.

On the way to invite the temple master to come that night, she once said that she would inform Yue Anyan, and the two had a brief discussion about the follow-up arrangement. , unless it is a more advanced flying sword communication.

The gods of mountains and rivers are not very restricted in the wild, and it is relatively convenient to use magical powers to communicate.

Zhang Wenfeng took out the yellow talisman and read a few words silently, then waved his hand and typed the summons.

He guessed that Yang Shuilan had discovered the clues, maybe two fourth-level masters of the Wu clan were dispatched to kill him, Yang Shuilan was worried that something would go wrong in the upper reaches of the small river, and he would be far away from the territory, and he would not be able to protect him well.

Where the two walked, the mist stretched forward, and the mist behind it dissipated in the river wind.

On a mountain thirty miles away to the northwest, covered by an invisible aura, Mulihua looked indifferent, and said to a young man with a flame pattern on his forehead beside him: "Zhou Zhi, I advise you not to annoy Yang Chun completely, she I can't stop my madness. It's not surprising that half of Dongping Prefecture will be flooded by then. Last time, she was tricked by her two hometowns... and she said a few harsh words, but she didn't embarrass the junior monks of the Wu Clan. But one must not be two, and one cannot deceive others too much."

"It's not that you can't stop it, you don't want to stop it at all, do you?"

The young man was wearing a very ordinary green shirt, with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression was very loose, he smiled and said: "That time, she could actually be left in the territory of the Wu tribe, some people accidentally opened the gap, leaving only Yang Chun, who was half-lived, escaped from the water, after all, it is because of the deep love between sisters."

Mu Lihua sneered: "The two old fellows did not behave properly, they made me unjust, and I am not allowed to find a way to make up for it?"

"I also don't like the actions of the two senior guardians, and I even begged for you a few words. Now the entire Great Liang Wu Clan has only two of us at the fourth level. You have to understand my difficulties, the little Taoist priest in front of you. , I heard from the Great Elder that in the future it will be a great threat to our Wu Clan, and we must kill the weeds as soon as possible, how about we work together?"

The young man turned his head to look at the slim woman ten feet away.

Mu Lihua said to herself: "I know Yang Chun's character well. The witch clan is really in trouble, and she won't let her do it. She has water luck in her body, and she will be able to recover to the fourth level of cultivation by this summer at the latest, and it is only a matter of time before she surpasses us. The problem is that it took her less than 200 years to advance to the fifth rank, if it wasn't for some old guy in a high position who asked her to re-cultivate the divine way out of selfishness, she wouldn't have ended up in that miserable end."

The young man wiped the sweat that could not be squeezed from his forehead, and exaggerated: "I can't afford it, I can't afford it, why don't I go to the Temple of the Water Goddess to make amends and apologize for what happened to the Wu Clan?"

Mu Lihua let out an angry snort, disappeared on the top of the mountain, and removed the cover-up power.

If you want to die, don't pull her. It's hard to survive the ebb and flow of spiritual energy. She wants to live a more comfortable life.

Don't come to her with these shitty troubles in the future.

The young man sighed, and said: "In a high position, there are some things that need to be considered in the overall situation. If you don't give it a try, how do you know you can't do it? She, Yang Chun, has only been in Xianling Temple for a year. It’s time to pay off the trip.”

The woman in the blue skirt who walked like flying on the water seemed to sense it, and glanced northwest again.

She spared no effort to expend her own divine power, and the river was pulled by her feet, and the water was surging. The originally narrow river overflowed and became a large-scale upstream spring water.

Zhang Wenfeng had already received Tukun's reply, and he followed the silent woman along Hebei.

Appreciating the verdant spring scenery by the river, the expression on his face was indifferent.

This time he went out for four years. The ups and downs, difficulties and hardships made him gain a lot in his mind. He had a breakthrough in swordsmanship, and his cultivation level was promoted steadily. He has nothing to dissatisfy.

The threat from the master of the witch tribe is based on the death talisman in the waist guard bottle. After recovering his magical powers, he is not very afraid. As long as Yang Shuilan can restrain Mulihua, the fourth-level mountain god can use the magical power of mountain luck to appear and disappear. He did not withdraw, but he still managed to do a few tricks with the fourth-level witch cultivator.

The two traveled more than 300 miles along the Crooked River, without being attacked along the way, and arrived ten miles away from the southwest border of Modao County, where the river turned and went west.

A steed black donkey flew over from the sky, shouting "Ahh..." at the top of its voice.

Tu Kun and the three monks stayed behind, chatting and laughing, and greeted the temple master who revealed his true face after the mist cleared.

Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands to the woman in the water and said with a smile: "The mountains are high and the water is long, we will meet later!"

Yang Shuilan waved her hand, "I have time to be a guest, so let's go." She didn't want to meet other Taoist cultivators, so she disappeared into the water, and the river was still overflowing and slowly descending.

Zhang Wenfeng got up and went to the north, and after a long distance, he cupped his hands: "It's hard work, I'm bothering everyone."

He looked at a young man in a black Taoist robe in the middle, with a dark red mahogany sword without a sheath stuck behind his back. Looking at the expressions of Tu Kun and the other two, he could see that the identity of the man was different.

The donkey brayed all the way and flew to the front, shouting: "Monastery Master, you had a great time in the blessed land, and you caused us to worry at home. How do you settle the debt?"

"We'll do the math when we get home, Lu Zijin, I brought you something good."

"Ah uh..."

Chapter 474 An opponent without a master style

"Haha, Guanzhu, you made a big commotion in the Great Liang Dynasty more than two months ago. We have heard about it in Xianlingguan. This is the real person Zhu Xun of Yulongguan. He has repeatedly told me that when you come back, he I want to pick you up myself."

Tu Kun was still dressed in a scumbag, he smiled and loudly introduced the young man who came with him from a long distance away.

The masters of the witch tribe from the Great Liang Dynasty dispatched all their troops to deploy defenses in Dongping Prefecture and searched for Zhang Wenfeng everywhere. The spies from the Da'an Dynasty immediately sent the news to the Daolu Branch of Chongzhou after they got the news.

After receiving the letter, the Metropolitan Daolu Academy immediately arranged for experts from all states to gather in Chongzhou to prepare for the response.

After receiving the letter again, he quickly dispatched some people to the edge of the Luobaoling forest at the southwest end, and fought several times with the masters of the Wu tribe who set up ambushes. Did not get a response, had to return one after another.

Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands: "Don't dare to be ashamed, please trouble Daoist Zhu and the two Taoist priests..."

He walked with Monk Fayuan for three days, and the monk was well informed. He had already found out that there were two newly promoted fourth-rank Golden Core Realm monks in Da'an Dynasty, and one of them was Yulongguan Zhu Xun.

Yulong Temple, Tianlong Temple, Panlong Temple and Chongtian Temple are the foundation of the Taoist sects of the Da'an Dynasty, and their inheritance is extremely long.

The Taoist, who is at the helm of the Daolu Academy, must come from the four major sects, regardless of the level of cultivation.

Zhu Xun suddenly shouted: "Be careful!"

The mahogany sword behind him turned into a dark red light, and shot towards a mountain seven or eight miles away to the southwest. He stepped forward, and his figure flashed, blocking the crimson flame that was shooting at Guanzhu Zhang, and threw his fist at it. .

Two days ago, Zhang Wenfeng received a message from a spy in Daliang via Chongzhou that Zhang Wenfeng killed Guan Nan and two other third-rank witch cultivators at Yulou Gate by himself. It doesn't matter if you wait a few days before you come to Modao County.

That Guanzhu Zhang who only heard his voice but never met him was really too brave.

Guan Nan's combat strength ranks third among the Wu Clan of the Great Liang Dynasty. Except for Zhou Zhi and Mu Lihua, who are fourth-order, the late third-rank Wuwu fighters are the most capable and fierce fighters. lives, and even more wounded.

Zhang Guanzhu avenged the deceased as soon as he made a move, the more exciting news like this, the better.

He would never allow the pillars of the Daan Chao Dao Sect, the meritorious ministers who had been given the "black blood must kill order" by the great elders of the Da Liang Chao, to have an accident on the way back, of course he would come to escort him.

Sure enough, the fourth-tier masters of the Wu Clan disregarded their shame and started a secret assassination.

"Peng", the shadow of the fist smashed the line of condensed flames, and sparks burst into flames. A few sparks flew into the air, turning into a three-foot long flame spear, dragging a fire shadow in the air, stabbing three miles away as fast as lightning. Zhang Wenfeng.

The rest of the scattered sparks ignited a raging fire, forming a fire net to block Zhu Xun in the blink of an eye.

"I come!"

Tu Kun, who fell behind, waved his hand, and a touch of gold disappeared in the sunlight, and when he reappeared, he bumped into the flaming short spear.

He spent a lot of time cultivating and nurturing his natal flying sword, which is quite different from the flying sword that the temple master can discard at any time. His flying sword is "purity is beautiful, and qi is good", and its attack speed has reached the level of mind movement. When the sword comes out, it initially possesses the ability to escape from the sky.

"Chicha", the golden flying sword split the flaming short spear into two, without force.

The speed of the chiyu spear head in front shot faster, and the spear body in the back slammed in the opposite direction, sending the flying sword, which was slightly slower in speed, flying obliquely. Such a change made Tu Kun in the distance smile wryly. Because he didn't recover, of course his vision was still there. The assassinated fourth-level witch cultivator discarded a powerful magic weapon and resolved their obstacles one by one under deliberate calculations.

The two beside him were monks from the Daolu Academy brought by Zhu Xun. In a hurry, they were separated by several miles, and even using magic weapons could not keep up with the assassination of the spearhead.

Of course, he believes that with Guanzhu's ability, there is nothing to worry about. He just wants to share a part or two for Guanzhu.

For a long-distance attack of seven or eight miles, even with the fourth-level ability, the fire spear doesn't have much power left.

The donkey took aim at the approaching fire spear and slammed it diagonally. It didn't have time to turn around and kick.

The spearhead jumped abruptly, the donkey's huge body knocked six or seven feet away, hit the empty space, and almost missed the brakes.

Zhang Wenfeng had already drawn his sword in his hand, and he performed the "Sword Grinding Stance", the light of the sword bloomed like a flower, and the cold light scattered for Zhang Xu, and the water couldn't get in.

Zhang Wenfeng couldn't bear it anymore, he stepped back to defuse the huge impact force, and continued to swing his sword to defeat the flames that followed everywhere.

"Hide!"

Zhu Xun tore through the wall of fire that blocked him and flew over, still one step too late.

Across the barrier of sword light, Zhang Wenfeng's body was on fire strangely, it was a strange purple red and black flame.

In the blink of an eye, the whole person was burned, distorted like a living creature, and looked extremely weird and terrifying.

Zhang Wenfeng's body fluctuated with a thin green-gold brilliance, which blocked the burning of the strange fire. The magical power of the "Blue Light Reflection Curse" he cast was so weak that he was unable to resist the melee fists or weapon attacks of the martial artist, so that he was imprisoned and punched last time. Injury, but it is quite effective against weird witchcraft.

He retracted his sword and recited scriptures silently, and the invisible golden light washed away like water.

Zhu Xun and Tu Kun rushed over one after another, but before they could make a move, the distorted purple-black flames on Zhang Guanzhu's body howled indistinctly from top to bottom, extinguished abruptly, and emitted a strange stench, which was very unpleasant.

Zhang Wenfeng dispelled the smell with a wave of his hand, the assassin was deliberate, the real killing move was this strange purple-black soul fire, what kind of fire spear, splitting into two is the appearance of paralyzing him.

Fortunately, he is not afraid of strange witchcraft attacks. If he were a monk in the free state, he would be doomed.

The difference in cultivation level makes it difficult to resist the soul fire entering the body.

Ten miles away in the sky, a young man with a flame pattern on his forehead appeared, and the four-foot-long mahogany flying sword had already returned through the air.

Zhu Xun reached out and grabbed the overgrown flying sword, stared at the lazy man, and said, "Zhou Zhi, it's rare for us to meet each other. Choosing a date is worse than bumping into it. How about some tricks?"