Taoist chanting

Suddenly, with a "plop", a young woman fell into the lake from above, making a huge splash.

It attracted the attention of the monks who were several miles away, and they were all surprised, this flying skill is too poor.

The woman splashed and choked several times in the water, and was picked up by the male companion who came with her, dripping water dripping from her naked body, in a panic, the woman sternly scolded: "Sinister villains, plotting against others behind their backs, what are you doing?" ability……"

Turning around to look around, meeting a pair of cold eyes.

The woman shivered.

"When doing things for others, be careful with your words, don't hurt people with bad words, and be careful that misfortunes come out of your mouth."

Zhang Wenfeng said expressionlessly.

The precious clothes on his body shone brightly under the sunlight, making him look even more extraordinary. There were no other monks in the vicinity of Baizhang, so he was farther away now.

The woman and the man bowed together: "Senior taught me the lesson."

In the face of unfamiliar senior lessons, admit your mistakes regardless of whether you are right or wrong. This is the basic common sense of survival in the practice world, and it is also applicable even in the calm and law-abiding Da'an Dynasty.

Seeing the senior who somehow offended waved his hand, the two of them flew north as if they were pardoned.

After watching the sunrise, there was no one around for several miles, Yun Qiuhe asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to take her back?"

Zhang Wenfeng's mood had already calmed down as before, and he shook his head slightly: "It's not time." He still needs to go back to do some things, and said: "How to play today, you have the final say."

Yun Qiuhe said with a smile: "Yueya Lake is considered to have played after seeing the sunrise and sunset. Let's go to the next place and follow me."

She also didn't know why the temple master gave the woman a lesson and punishment, the temple master is not a domineering person, there must be a reason for the incident, she was worried that the woman would call the elders and masters, and something would happen, so she left Moon Crow Lake first.

The two flew over the large lake and Mizushima, heading southeast.

After passing Moon Crow Lake, and then going on for more than three hundred miles, into the vast mountains, Yun Qiuhe led a familiar road to a towering rocky mountain that looked like a knife-cut axe.

"This is the famous 'Moya Ancient Scripture Wall'. The name of Jingzhou comes from this Jingshan Mountain."

Yun Qiuhe said excitedly: "Let's stay for three or two days longer this time, and look around the entire Sutra Mountain. Last time I took a quick look at the flowers with Master, it was too rough to be interesting."

Zhang Wenfeng continued to refine the treasured clothes, and said with a smile, "I have heard about the great name for a long time, and I finally meet you, Fairy Yun, please!"

His current state of mind is to follow the fate casually, not to deliberately pursue the great opportunity.

His current cultivation is enough for him to polish for several years.

Yun Qiuhe glanced at the monks who were scattered in the air or standing on the branches, and said, "Let's go to the southeast, where it's close to the water and there are few people."

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the large and small ancient characters carved on the cliff. The moss was all over the place, and there were bushes growing between the marks of the characters. Many of the characters had fallen with the weathering of the rock and were incomplete. Even if the ancient characters were well preserved, he could not recognize a few of them.

There are all kinds of scripts, tadpole script, tortoise shell script, insect and bird script, ancient Taoist secret script, ancient witch script and so on.

Looking all the way to the past, the clouds are in the fog.

Flying around the mountain for a few miles, it suddenly became clear, there was no shelter, and the wind was howling. Sure enough, not many people were flying in the air. Those who were not strong enough could not stay here for a long time. Pieces of handwriting.

Zhang Wenfeng identified it carefully, and it seems that the mo engravings here are not too old, and he recognizes many of the ancient texts.

"The avenue is as simple as it is, and the complexity is in the heart."

"If you can't explain it, you can't explain it."

"Those who are good at calculating are also people's hearts."

"The way is clear but not the way, and the words are too late."

It is written by great monks of different eras on the cliff. There are many short sentences that he does not recognize, and he can't even guess. pondering.

It really is a good place!

He glanced at the inscriptions on this stone wall with great interest, and slowly picked out a few words that contained sword intent, concentrated his energy on the strokes of a certain ancient character, suspended quietly, and comprehended Among them, the mysterious and indeterminate sword intent.

Time passed slowly, the sun moved westward, and the shadow of the mountain shrouded the two of them.

Yun Qiuhe didn't know when she landed on a rock by the water below, and the brilliance of water waves slowly shone on her body. She was already immersed in the realm of cultivation, and she forgot both things and me.

Zhang Wenfeng observed the inscriptions on the stone wall, and gained a little, turned around and didn't see Yun Qiuhe, swept around, landed near the meditating woman, took out a few array flags and arranged them around.

He saw that Yun Qiuhe seemed to have broken through the bottleneck, and the weather was different.

I just hope she takes the chance.

Chapter 494 When there is no slack

The valley is deep and deep, the cold wind blows on the face, and the sound of the water is endless.

Between the mountains and rocks in Qiqi District, Zhang Wenfeng swung his sword extremely slowly, each sword turned up and down, and his body followed the sword at a terrifyingly slow pace. It is so clear and clear that people dare not look at it for a long time.

He immersed himself in it and practiced his sword continuously.

Once you have practiced well, you will slow down, every sword has traces to follow, and your own swordsmanship can see the clarity of your heart.

Jianzhen Shentou puts sword intent first and moves as a supplement. He observed the inscriptions on the stone walls of his predecessors, and realized a little bit of "sword entanglement" in it, which fits with Jianzhen Shentou's "condensing sword energy like silk", slowly Practicing, comprehending, and absorbing, the sword style became more and more disordered and unintelligible.

There are a lot of monks coming and going, and no one will disturb others' cultivation for no reason.

There were two people who spent most of the day wandering around Jingshan Mountain, passing by the sky many times, watching the Taoist priest practice sword for a long time without taking away his precious light, and exchanged a few words through voice transmission.

"It's Zhang Wenfeng from the Immortal Temple."

"Then he can't rely on his high cultivation to bully the younger generation at will?"

"That girl Guo Yan spoke harshly, and she had a lot of conflicts with her classmates. It's not that you don't know, maybe some unintentional words collided. Let's argue with him face to face. If he has a reason to attack, we will be passive instead. Besides, if the two of us froze...can we beat him?"

"Is that so?"

"Take a step back, the sea and the sky are wide open, Guo Yan's girl can learn a little lesson, it's not a bad thing."

"I feel aggrieved in my heart."

"It's nothing. Looking back after the past, it's all trivial things."

"Senior brother is open-minded and educated."

In the end, the two did not go down to reason with the Taoist priest who practiced swords.

Three days passed unknowingly, Zhang Wenfeng put his sword back and stood up, the precious light on his body slowly disappeared, he was sacrificing treasures like practicing swords, without any delay, with a calm smile on his face, he swung the sword casually, more than ten feet away , there was a swipe of sword energy like a thread, and it disappeared without a trace.

He has mastered the sword technique of condensing sword energy like silk.

It will take a lot of time to practice to the point where there are thousands of clues, and he is not in a hurry.

Looking at the mist-filled place seven or eight feet away, he didn't know when Yun Qiuhe would leave the customs.

Slowly flying into the air, he observed the inscriptions on the stone wall again. He kept a bit of consciousness below to prevent others from disturbing Yun Qiuhe whether it was unintentional or intentional. guys, everywhere.

As the sky was approaching dusk, Zhang Wenfeng fell down, watching Yun Qiuhe come out after the mist cleared.

"A few days?"

"Three days."

"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't waste your time."

Yun Qiuhe smiled and pointed to the forest in the southeast, and said: "There are many remaining stone houses and sheds there, my bottleneck has been broken, and I need to retreat to practice Qi nearby... I sent a message to invite Master, don't you want to rush back Do you want to send the disciples off after training?"

"Don't worry, I'm only 24 today, there's still time, I'll help you protect the law."

"My retreat this time...may take a long time. Whether it will be successful or not, I have no idea."

Yun Qiuhe got up and flew to the southeast. Before the second level and the third level, the female Daoxiu had a troublesome thing that was more troublesome for men. She had to kill the red dragon, and then took medicine to break the heart level and advance.

"You have accumulated enough, your mind is harmonious, and you believe in yourself."

"Cheng Jiyan. Anyway, I let nature take its course, hoping to break through once and for all."

The two talked, fell into the woods three miles away, chose two adjacent stone houses, cleaned them, arranged formations, ate food and fruits with them, and chatted relaxedly until midnight, when Yun Qiuhe left Enter the small stone house, drop the formation, light a furnace of Jingshen incense and retreat again.

Zhang Wenfeng practiced his sword in circles outside the house, making gestures slowly and non-stop.

Cultivate the mind and body, there is no time to slack off.

Another three days passed.

At the foot of the empty tree, the breath fluctuated slightly. Zhang Wenfeng stepped out expressionlessly, and his turquoise skin quickly returned to normal.

With the help of the Taoist robe on his body, he performed the wood concealment technique, and after many attempts, he managed to "hide the tree in the forest, so that no one can see it". It is no problem to hide the door ability from most of the same rank.

Integrating big trees as a means of hiding has its drawbacks.

If the brewing time is too long, it will not be effective when it is displayed. It needs to be lucky, and it needs to be covered by lush branches and leaves, and the length of immersion in it is uncontrollable.

He slowly touched a little bit of fur that performed the wood escape technique.

Every secret technique has traces to be found, and the perception is deep enough to be able to find out its own unique spell.

The thin water mist covering the stone house was slowly dissipating. Zhang Wenfeng went to the door and waited for a while, then saw Yun Qiuhe pushed the door and came out in high spirits.

"Congratulations to Fairy Yun for advancing to the Freedom Realm, and reaching a higher level on the road of cultivation!"

"Thank you very much! How many days did you use this time?"

"It's still three days."

"That's okay, it's faster than I imagined, ha, walking around in the illusion of life and death, let me pass the risk!"

Yun Qiuhe's face was filled with excitement, and he yelled: "After passing by and looking back, it seems that what I have experienced is all small ups and downs. You can't tell others how to break through the barrier, the matter of practice is so mysterious."

The nearby monks who heard the movement clasped their fists and saluted in congratulations.

Yun Qiuhe returned the salutes one by one, and she finally entered the ranks of masters at the current stage, feeling a lot of emotion in her heart.

The two put wine, fruit, meat and so on in the open space in front of the stone house, and had a little celebration with each other. Early the next morning, they flew to the southwest.

Deliberately bypassing Zhoucheng, Yun Qiuhe stayed in her master's yard for a few days, making Jin Qiaoyan so happy that she couldn't stop talking from ear to ear.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't stay long, he rushed back to Xianling Temple at the beginning of the afternoon.

The disciples are ready to set off tomorrow morning.

Zhang Wenfeng talked with the head of the mountain, and then the head of the mountain called Zhang Xuanyan and gave her instructions for a long time, ordering her to practice near Moon Crow Lake, and secretly guard the little girl named Qian Jing, so as not to disturb her monastic life.

The Taoist priests of the Moon Crow Temple are currently at the late stage of the Gradient Realm.

Seeing that the temple master didn't say much about the reason, Shan Chang would not ask more questions. The temple master was so serious, it must have a reason for making an exception and asking Taoist disciples to protect a little girl who has just found a sense of aura.

When he heard about Yun Qiuhe's breakthrough on the way back from his travels, the head of the mountain sighed a few words, shook his head and said, "Junior Sister Yue doesn't know what's wrong? That girl didn't even send a message to make us worry." He stared again. Glancing at the temple master drinking tea, he said, "I learned it all from you."

Zhang Guanzhu, who lay innocently lying on the gun, laughed and said: "Don't worry, Senior Sister has a plan in her heart, she is very stable."

"She is also stubborn sometimes. You should be like me and discuss things more."

"That's right, the head of the mountain is my role model."

"Listen to this."

Chapter 495 Prosperity is not necessarily a good thing

At dusk, the setting sun in the sky releases its last splendor.

Resisting the hoe, Zhang Wenfeng climbed alone to the lush Xitan Ridge where a row of ling maize and lingcai were planted, walked on the top of the hill for a while, chose an open space, and carefully cleaned up the weeds and their roots with a hoe .

Take out the three-inch long vermilion branch from the bottle, and plant it into the soft and finely divided soil along the way.

Twist a small handful of dark divine soil from the jade box and sprinkle it around the branches.

"Senior Chiwei, please come out!"

Following Zhang Wenfeng's soft drink, a wisp of black air emitted from the branches that exposed an inch of the soil, and a short and transparent old man appeared in the air. Compared with the vigorous and flexible when they first met, the old man was so weak that he couldn't even straighten his waist.

Slowly taking a breath of fresh air, the old man glanced at the surrounding environment, and said: "The field is a bit short, but fortunately, the field of vision is wide, there is no shelter, and the aura is active... Alas, the children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so what do you do with your leisure time?" Woolen cloth?"

Looking at the black soil sprinkled on the ground again, the old man recognized that it was divine soil, and said, "My little brother has a heart."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't use the land soil sent by Chen Qingqiao. He was worried that the old man would misunderstand that he and the land mother-in-law were in the same group. The old man looked weak and thoughtful all over his body, and said with a smile: "It should, please!"

The old man didn't say any more nonsense, he made a formula with both hands, and chanted Hanhu's weird spell.

Streaks of thin soul power were pulled out from under the old man's feet, and wrapped around the branches exposed to the ground like woolen yarn.

The spiritual energy in the air was drawn, and slowly flowed towards the branches. The branches absorbed the soul power and spiritual energy, as well as the divine soil scattered on the ground, and slowly withered and turned into a handful of ashes.

The light black soul power kept pulling and pouring into the ground, but after a while, the old man lost his legs, and he was still singing non-stop, high and low, full of vicissitudes of life and desolate rhythm.

Death for life, offspring take root.

Zhang Wenfeng stared at the dark red seedlings growing out of the soil. This change of old and new touched his heart a little.