Taoist chanting

There is no way to see his old man's jokes. He always scolds his own son and doesn't say anything harsh to his prospective daughter-in-law.

"Father, don't be too busy, we will stay here for at least a year and a half when we come back, and we will drink with you later in the evening."

"well."

Hearing that Lezi said that he would live there for a year or so, the old cripple laughed from ear to ear.

Lu Zijin took out a wine gourd, drank it leisurely and flew to the west, and landed in Beiyan Forest, he didn't immediately go to look for Xiao Ni'er who was playing in Baihua Terrace, Yang Shuilan came, Xiao Ni'er had a good time In the end.

He still doesn't want to touch the mold.

Zhang Wenfeng received a reply from Yang Shuilan, saying that Xiao Ni'er had been restrained to practice under the small waterfall in Beiyan Forest, and he was under personal custody, and Xiao Ni'er would not be allowed to show up for a year, so he was also relieved.

Put away the flying sword, and continue to discuss the replay with Rong Shuzhi, how to deal with a martial artist of the same level who is as powerful as the magic monk.

Lu Changyuan and Monk Fabao did not leave. They will stay on the island for a few days and exchange their cultivation experience with several fellow practitioners.

Traveling far and wide, communicating and discussing with different monks, in addition to increasing your knowledge, you may also gain different insights into your own spells and perceptions.

"Avoid his edge, use various formations to trap him, first make yourself invincible, and then slowly consume."

Rong Shuzhi glanced at Shui Qingru, who was serving tea and pouring water by the side, and listening seriously. He and the temple master are talking about things now, and they didn’t avoid the female warrior. The temple master wants to broaden the horizons of his disciples. "The way of the formation is not only the five-element formation, but also the talisman formation, sword formation, curse formation, etc., whichever is easy to use and which one is easy to use, you can use it to deal with him.

Like Guanzhu, your swordsmanship is very good, you can practice sword energy array to besiege masters, even if the magic weapon monk is as indestructible as the magic weapon, no matter how hard you break ten thousand spells, you can still trap him. Relatively speaking, the magic weapon Monk's speed is his weakness, which is also the common problem of most warriors, who pay too much attention to attack and defense, and not enough attention to speed.

The sword energy becomes silk, and the water is soft. As long as he can buy a moment, he will be surrounded by loops, without giving him time to breathe. Little by little, small victories will become big victories, and eventually it will become a complex of several different natures. His sword energy was so strong that he was so trapped that he couldn't move. "

Zhang Wenfeng knew that this guy had a good brain, and he watched two fights yesterday, so he could give him targeted advice.

"I don't know how to do sword formation, you can teach me, it doesn't matter if it's from the Wu clan or Confucianism."

"You comprehend that there are four swords, I will spend some time to help you organize them, interspersed and applied to a witch clan sword formation, make a little improvement, and turn it into your own sword formation, give me ten days and a half months to ponder. "

Rong Shuzhi heard that the temple master could accept things from the Wu Clan, he agreed with a smile, and said: "The Confucian 'Landscape Migration Talisman' you used yesterday, help me draw some pictures that I can use now. But good things, be prepared.”

Zhang Wenfeng took out a stack of landscape shifting talismans he had drawn when he was free, and pushed it in front of Rong Shu.

The talismans he has drawn now are not intentional to lower his cultivation level, so Rong Shuzhi can't use them.

"I will also give you the method of drawing the landscape moving talisman."

"Okay, this thing is difficult to learn, I'll keep it for now, and spend time practicing it when my cultivation level is higher."

Rong Shuzhi unceremoniously put away.

Shui Qingru understands it, the young man in front of him who often goes to the courtyard on the top of the mountain to drink tea, just like Yang Shuilan, is the reincarnation of a former monk, and he has an inseparable relationship with the temple master.

Being able to guide the audience and help the audience improve a tailor-made sword formation, this young man is a powerful person.

Zhang Wenfeng knocked on the table, signaled the stunned apprentice to pour tea, and said to Rong Shuzhi, "Lu Changyuan noticed you yesterday, he was looking for your details, and he wanted to accept you as an apprentice."

"Accept me as his apprentice?"

Rong Shuzhi pointed his finger at his nose, and said with a chuckle: "Forget it, his way is not suitable for me."

Zhang Wenfeng glared at him, and said, "You said you were showing off, deliberately attracting the attention of Fellow Daoist Lu, be careful not to end up causing trouble."

Rong Shuzhi didn't feel worried at all, and said with a smile: "Guanzhu, the older you are, the less courageous you are. Don't worry, the Confucianists didn't force their apprentices. If he was a monk of the Wu clan, I wouldn't attract his attention."

Zhang Wenfeng instructed: "Don't go out of the city for a while, wait until the two of them leave."

He also just woke up, the reincarnation of Rongshu is different from the previous Zhong Wenyong's temper, because now the young man's heart is acting strangely, just like Zhao Zhu'er, who is also a different person.

Chapter 601

The beauty of the sunrise is in the world.

Facing the rising sun, Zhang Wenfeng slowly landed on the reef, about three zhang away from Lu Changyuan, a white-clothed scholar who was holding his hand to admire the sun. The water was as clear as following his master, and the three quietly watched the sun slowly go out to sea.

The morning glow fully dyes the waves, and the thin clouds are light and comfortable.

After a long time, the white-clothed scholar praised: "The sun shines brightly at the first sunrise, and thousands of mountains and rivers are like fire. The sunrise and sunset are like beautiful women dancing. They are all beautiful scenery in the world!"

This is like using it to show off the style of a scholar, Zhang Wenfeng echoed: "A trip to the world, the sun is shining and the sun is shining. Once in a while, I will never forget it." He introduced his apprentice to Lu Changyuan.

Lu Changyuan saw that Daoist Zhang did not bring the young scholar whom he deliberately chanted a few words the day before yesterday, but an apprentice, and he knew it. Jade bi, engraved with the words "Haoran Tiandiqiu", is a gift for younger generations.

Zhang Wenfeng signaled his disciples to take them away. They were not valuables. He chatted with the scholar about the beauty of the sunrise and walked to the viewing pavilion hundreds of meters away. He had already seen two monks sitting with their knees facing each other. situation.

Seeing that Lu Changyuan walked in without shy away, Zhang Wenfeng followed into the pavilion.

The sound of the scriptures was like thunder rolling, deafeningly deafening. The invisible force of thoughts oscillated endlessly in the space of three feet, but it didn't spread out. The two monks moved their tongues and mouths. They didn't know what scriptures they were chanting. Monk Wu chanted rough killing.

Two different thought powers are mixed together, intertwined and fighting, and strengthening each other.

There was a faint white light around Lu Changyuan's body, rippling slightly, and the force of the collision was removed from both sides, without affecting the two monks' chanting. There was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Daoist Zhang who walked in as if nothing had happened. The power of the invisible merits and virtues on his body subsided after only a slight fluctuation. There was no other means of protection, and he seemed to be savoring the sound of different scriptures.

He was a little surprised, more and more unable to see through the Taoist priest in front of him.

Shui Qingru, who walked in one step behind, stepped into the viewing platform and could no longer move half a step forward. Her ears were filled with two completely different Zen sounds. Her face showed pain, her spirit was violently shaken, and her whole body fell into invisible pressure .

The feeling of being torn and suffocated but unable to break free made her face desperate death in an instant.

This seemingly peaceful pavilion is full of murderous intentions and crises.

Zhang Wenfeng turned his body sideways, stretched out his right index finger, tapped slowly on his disciple's forehead, and recited the scriptures silently: "A person can always be quiet, and the heaven and the earth will return."

Invisible and soft thoughts flowed from top to bottom, washing on Shui Qingru's body, freeing the woman who was in trouble.

In just two breaths, the water was as clear as time, and experienced the double heaven of life and death.

She didn't even have any impression of the viewing pavilion where she exited, and her body was sweating profusely. She caught a trace of the ethereal tranquility of Dao Yun, immersed in it for an instant, and closed her eyes to feel it.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded approvingly. He intentionally slowed down his attack so that Shui Qingru was caught off guard.

The master has sinister intentions, oh no, he has good intentions, and when he happens to meet, he will give the apprentice an unforgettable opportunity.

Very good, children can be taught.

Lu Changyuan shook his head with a funny smile. It is rare to see a master who cheats his apprentice anytime and anywhere.

He understood that Daoist Zhang was a master at chanting scriptures, so he was able to use this method to resolve the danger for the woman invisible, without affecting the two monks' chanting scriptures. The subtle control of the power of chanting was difficult for the two monks, what a master!

Zhang Wenfeng pinched the flow beads with his left hand in his sleeve, walked slowly in the corner, and silently felt the two different thought powers that originated from the same source and collided with each other. Different uses of mind power.

Three people, there must be my teacher Yan.

Lu Changyuan looked at the two monks facing each other in the opposite corner, then at the thoughtful Taoist priest, and then glanced at the slender woman outside who was bathing in the morning sun and closed her eyes, it seemed that he was the only one who had nothing to do.

Sit down, take out the tea set, beckon to condense out the clear water, boil the water and make tea, feel at ease.

After he finished his pot of tea and sipped slowly, there was only the sound of the old monk chanting scriptures in the pavilion. The Zen sound was like an ancient song.

Lu Changyuan felt that his ears were much more comfortable, and the white light around his body dissipated. Seeing Daoist Zhang come and sit down, he re-boiled a pot of tea, and said, "We were traveling on Duxian Island, and we were chased and intercepted many times. Ten fourth-tier monks, at least a hundred third-tier and second-tier monks, and quite a few mortals were affected.

Those guys are very unreasonable, and their strength is not very good. They want to kill us when they have an opportunity. They use formations, poisons, witchcraft, and ghosts. After walking around, I couldn't find any fourth-order monks who could have a good conversation. I felt bored, so I came to the Eastern Continent.

It's not that we don't want to live in the city on your island. The magic weapon is contaminated with bad karma and has too much evil spirit, which is prone to troubles. He recites sutras by himself every day, but the effect is very little. Fortunately, Master Fa Yuan has helped him recite sutras these few days regardless of the wear and tear. eliminate. "

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said: "The karma of the magic weapon master affects the dead and injured mortals. If there is no three or two thousand, there will be seven or eight hundred, right?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Lu Changyuan's face, and he said with embarrassment: "He lost his temper, and I almost didn't hold back. Those guys are so hateful, they deliberately did it in crowded places in the city."

In that battle, blood flowed like rivers, the whole town was in ruins, and there were hardly many living people on the island. He spent a double puppet to pull the magic weapon monk back. Now that I think about it, I still feel that it is extremely dangerous. The old monk of Chanshi Temple explained.

Zhang Wenfeng mourned for the thief Xiu of Duxian Island, it's not good to offend anyone, but to offend these two masters.

The magic treasure monk unintentionally helped the Eastern Continent win at least ten years of peaceful development.

I don't know how many monks were killed or injured when Monk Fayuan spent so much effort to change the soul and body of the five monks?

There is no way to care about it.

The two drank tea and chatted. Zhang Wenfeng told Lu Changyuan that he had already asked Da'an and Dayi, but he had not received any news about the thousand-year-old immortal keel.

When the sun rose three poles, Chu Qing'er also flew over, and Tu Kun stayed in the city.

The two monks sitting cross-legged in the corner also ended the strange way of chanting sutras, opened their eyes and stood up. The aura of the magic treasure monk was calm and no longer aggressive. He took three steps back and saluted: "Thank you, brother!"

Jin Ge's murderous spirit was missing from the voice.

Monk Fayuan put his palms together and returned the salute: "Junior brother, you are welcome." I don't know what Fu Er said to the magic weapon. The big monk like an iron tower bowed and said "it should be." Shui Qingru, who didn't dare to come in again, looked him up and down, and said without thinking, "Punch me."

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Shui Qingru backed away with a face full of vigilance, she was very wary of this fierce monk.

Zhang Wenfeng said in the pavilion: "Apprentice, the master wants to teach you about your martial arts cultivation, just follow through."

After her master spoke, Shui Qingru was relieved, took a deep breath, and turned a Jiugongquan into a stabbing sword move, and hit the monk who was a head taller than her on the lower part of the left chest. "Bang", Shui Qingru He was bounced back more than ten feet by a huge shock force, staggered a few more steps, and stepped on a series of pits of different depths on the reef before stopping his body.

His chest heaved and his blood surged.

Chapter 602 How to make a fist

The monk Fabao stepped forward and stood in front of the woman who suffered from the shock. He had a cold face and said condescendingly, "Again, you little bitch, haven't you eaten yet? Use all your strength and hit! Hit hard!"

In his eyes, there is no secular difference between men and women, only monks and mortals.

Shui Qingru couldn't care less about calming down, and once again punched the burly monk like an iron tower hard, "Bang", she took a step back.

The monk followed like a shadow, urging and cursing in his mouth: "Speed ​​up, use your breastfeeding strength, and hit hard! Didn't your master teach you how to punch? Look at your punches that are sticky like slugs, limp and powerless. "

Shui Qingru was able to keep calm before, but when she heard the monk insulting her master, she was filled with rage, and she punched wildly with both fists, which fell on the monk like raindrops. She punched and retreated, but she could always hit the following monk chest.

Several people in the pavilion put down their teacups and watched the magic weapon monk being beaten.

Monk Fa Yuan said in a low voice: "The words of the magic weapon are not pleasant, Guanzhu Zhang, don't take it to heart."

Zhang Wenfeng saw that the monk Fabao used the secret method of "teaching by example" in "teaching by precepts and deeds". It must not be because of his face, but because of the favor of monk Fayuan. The effect of teaching by example depends on Shui Qingru's understanding, chuckled Said: "Thank you, master."

"Don't be polite, I can't help you, I can only ask the magic weapon to guide your apprentice."

When the two were talking, Shui Qingru punched more than 30 punches in one breath, and also retreated more than 30 steps, and it was impossible to continue.

The bones of the whole body were falling apart, and there was pain everywhere, his hands were trembling and he couldn't put it down, his breath was in a mess, blood was overflowing from his mouth and nose, his face was pale, and he was in a terrible state of embarrassment.

"If you choose the path of martial arts, you have to be prepared to endure hardships. I will scatter your whole body's energy. Whether you can survive the pain of 'yielding tendons' and break through to the third-level bone forging level depends on your good fortune. I will pay you back." One punch, let you see how a martial artist should punch."

After the monk Fabao finished speaking, he mercilessly punched Shui Qingru in the chest.

Shui Qingru couldn't dodge at all, she stared fiercely at the big sandbag fist that made the sound of breaking through the air, the world in her eyes slowed down, the trajectory of that punch became mysterious, that is, in an instant, "Peng", she was struck by the fierce With a fierce punch, he flew up.

The huge force made her feel like her chest was pierced against her back, and she rolled backwards like flying through the clouds.

The pain pierced her heart, her whole body was in torn pain, she almost thought that she would be killed by the pain, but the strange thing was that she could clearly feel the force of that punch, which was superimposed by six different forces, resulting in many changes.

"Plop", the water splashed three feet high.

The water was as clear as being thrown into the sea. Before she fainted from the pain, she firmly remembered the feeling of that punch.

Chu Qing'er rushed out of the pavilion, chased more than a hundred feet away, grabbed the female martial artist who had fainted from falling into the sea, and waved her hand, took out a purple cloak, wrapped it around the drenched and exquisite girl, and flew to the west.

Her master didn't stop her, so she won't meddle in her own business.

She only does what she thinks she should do, but it is inconvenient for Guanzhu Zhang to do it. She felt the same way when she punched a girl so fiercely, and scolded the magic weapon monk in her heart.

Monk Fabao looked at the disappearing figure, and after a while, he frowned and walked back to the pavilion, took out a paper and brush to write a list, handed it to Guanzhu Zhang, and said, "It's a good martial arts seedling, what a pity!"

Zhang Wenfeng understood the meaning of Monk Fabao, but it was a pity that such a good seedling could not be accepted as an apprentice. The secret of "eye contact", took the list with the prescription written on it, thanked him, and flew towards the city.

Lu Changyuan was quite curious. It was very rare to be able to say "not bad" from the mouth of the magic weapon. It was a very high praise. , asked: "That little girl's aptitude is mediocre, and her martial arts career is very difficult. Why can't I see what's good about her?"

"You are not a pure warrior, you can't see normal, it's a pity."

Monk Fabao once again said that it is a pity that he will not reveal the secret of the woman martial artist.

There are a lot of half-baked martial artists in this world, and they call themselves nonsense warriors, martial artists, Confucian warriors, and martial artists, and put gold on their faces.

That female martial artist has a unique talent in martial arts, and she learned swords from a sword cultivator. He knew the way of swordsmanship from the way the woman punched.

He was so depressed that he took out a wine gourd, raised his head and drank heavily.

Monk Fa Yuan and Lu Changyuan looked at each other. What kind of martial arts talent does that little girl have, so that a monk as stubborn as Fa Bao is troubled by this?

"Senior brother..."

"Brother, don't say too much, I can't teach her anymore, she is not a disciple of the Shi family."

Fabao waved his hand and refused, saying: "Tomorrow we leave this place, out of sight and out of mind, it will be considered as missing."

If he stayed any longer, he was worried that he would not be able to resist robbing the Taoist priest who his senior brother said he couldn't fight, and Mr. Lu said he couldn't fight his apprentice. He admitted that his energy-raising skills were not good enough. Can find a suitable martial arts seedling.

Monk Fayuan folded his palms together and said, "I will accompany you on a tour of the Eastern Continent. It is convenient to go wherever you want."