Taoist chanting

Half a year later, the two foreign masters should have left the Eastern Continent. She hoped that Xiao Ni'er could calm down and practice. The peak of Xiao Ni'er's cultivation was the late fourth level 500 years ago, and he will hit the fifth level in the future, and his practice will progress later. For Xiao Ni'er with impure blood, it takes a long time to cook slowly.

She didn't want this surge of aura to end, leaving little Ni'er alone in the lower realm.

These truths broke the little mud of the child's mind, and she could only manage it for a while, and then reverted to the old ways, how to play or how to play, can she not worry about it?

"Your Majesty, can you write less? Five thousand, no, seven thousand..."

Little Nier bargains.

"Twenty thousand times, can you try to write one less word?"

"Your Majesty, Xiao Ni'er made a mistake, please ask your Majesty to call Leng Xiang, that silly girl, to help me sharpen the ink... [-] times, okay, I'll write, knock out teeth and swallow blood, at worst, break my little hand, see Who's heartbroken?"

"Ah."

Qingshui View, Houshan Cave House.

There are layers upon layers of formations, and the mist hovers all year round.

Chen Qingqiao sat cross-legged in the quiet room, motionless. Since the announcement of retreat five years ago, the gate of the cave has never been opened again. Weeds and vines grew in front of the gate of the cave in the mist.

I don't hear the worldly affairs with my ears, and I only practice the way of immortality.

The dense water, air, and light waves entwined on his body slowly converge, and when he opens his eyes, the vicissitudes of the years are like passing clouds. As the mist dissipates, he is dazed for a long time, and he stands up buoyantly, with a tenacious smile on his lips.

"Fortunately, I, Chen Qingqiao, have cultivated to the state of freedom. Otherwise, this body can be used as a wedding dress for others, 'If I don't survive, he will come back to life'. , the world is impermanent, who would have guessed that there is a moth from more than 500 years ago hidden in the depths of the soul?"

Chen Qingqiao paced slowly, exuding the joy and ease of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

Five years ago, he suddenly fell into the crisis of awakening the remnant soul of his previous life. After declaring an emergency retreat, he used all means to fight to the death with the remnant soul of the awakening god, devouring each other. In the end, with his physical advantages and perseverance, he Slowly regaining momentum, nibbling away bit by bit the remnant soul who saw the disadvantage of the battle and wanted to merge and coexist with him.

How can there be such a good thing in the world?

Everything about him is earned through hard work and hard work, how can he give it up to others?

He is Chen Qingqiao in this life, not someone from his previous life.

"What's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine. Don't even think about leaving once you're here."

After this catastrophe, he has a more long-term view of the practice path he will take in the future. The fog that he could not see clearly before and the confusion of practice he encountered were all swept away. It was a blessing in disguise, which made him stand on a high place .

After thinking for a while, sorting out some memory fragments, he entered the initial stage of aura surge. It will take a long time to advance to the Golden Core Realm and have the power of self-protection. Later, he will spend a lot of time adjusting this body to be more conducive to practice.

Open the closed stone door of the cave.

The bright sunshine shines in through the gaps between the verdant vertical and horizontal branches and leaves, reflecting the vitality of the room.

Cleaning out the passage casually, breathing in the soft and fresh spring breath, Chen Qingqiao enjoyed this long-lost warmth.

What a beautiful world.

Chapter 614 The superposition of sword intent is endless

The spring is sunny and the blue waves are boundless. Zhang Wenfeng holds the Xuanyuan sword in his hand and walks slowly on the sea.

Discussing and analyzing the mystery of superimposing six strengths with one punch of the magic weapon monk with his apprentice, he also learned by analogy. These days, he walked down from the top of the mountain and came to the northern sea area of ​​Scattered Island, trying to superimpose the flowing water sword intent he is most familiar with.

He pondered silently, accumulating sword intent, and every time he struck the sword, the momentum was astonishing, and the waves were surging.

The old man Mengmei fell into a deep sleep most of the time, tormenting in the beads, and could only wake up once in more than ten days. Even so, Yu Mengchang still insisted on accepting the washing of thoughts.

He practiced on the sea until noon, when he saw that the sky was getting dark and dark clouds were flying, he returned to the island.

Ordinary storms at sea are erratic, and after staying for such a long time, he has become accustomed to it.

Walking back to the edge of the island, big raindrops slapped down, and the strong wind whipped up waves as high as Zhang Xu, hitting the rocks and cliffs one after another. Zhang Wenfeng called out: "Apprentice!"

A figure rushed into the air from under the boiling water. The water was as clear as white mist and hot air coming out of a strong outfit. She shook the water droplets on her hair and said with a smile: "Master, I realized that one punch and two punches The method of superimposing forces is like the ups and downs of water waves, one wave has not calmed down and another wave has been born, I don't know if it is right?"

Zhang Wenfeng praised: "Master Magic Treasure is right, you are extremely talented in comprehending martial arts and boxing intentions."

Shui Qingru disagreed, and shouted: "Master, I have also learned the Flowing Sword Intent you taught me underwater. I prefer to be a sword repairer who walks the world with a sword. How magnificent it is."

"Haha, whatever you like, take back what I just said, apprentice, your swordsmanship talent is no worse than martial arts. I'll go back first, you should pay attention to rest while practicing underwater."

"Don't worry, I know what's going on in my heart. I'll wait a little longer and come back while I'm feeling fresh. You go slowly."

The two exchanged a few words, and Shui Qing jumped into the sea as if wrapped in moisture covering his slender figure.

The wind and waves became more and more violent, the waves crashed on the shore, and the sky was as dark as night.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't need to experience spiritual practice in a stormy and rainy day, he went back to the yard and boiled a pot of tea, leisurely and leisurely, listening to the whistling wind and admiring the torrential rain.

After drinking tea, spread paper on the eucalyptus table and splash ink, and use freehand brushwork to depict the scene of stormy waves crashing against the reef. The pen opens and closes, focusing on momentum rather than form. Flowing water and sword intent, wave after wave, smeared an almost completed scroll beyond recognition.

When the brush was bald and stopped, the ink was dripping on the table, and there were many scratches, and the drawing paper had already been drawn to pieces.

He put down the bald pen that had made great achievements, and a sudden smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The superposition of sword intent turned out to be like this.

The sword energy is layered and endless.

After the rain, the clouds cleared, the sky was clear, and the blue sky was clear. Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the yard, sniffed the damp air, walked to the rocks in the Banshanqi District, and saw the miscellaneous tree that he had spent two months growing with wood gas. , broken to only ten feet high.

The fresh tree stumps seemed to be mocking mouths split open into the sky.

He shook his head and smiled, the wood is beautiful in the forest and the wind will destroy it, he should not interfere with the growth of the trees on the mountain.

Time passed day by day, and in late autumn, the old man Meng Mei in Jushuizhu fell into a deep sleep. What was amazing was that Meng Mei, who was so weak that she had already reached the edge of despair, was faltering, but she just kept the fourth level and did not fall.

Monk Fayuan finally sent off the two foreign monks and returned to Sporadic Island with a peaceful face.

The decadence on his body dissipated, and he looked good.

Three days later, Zhang Wenfeng took Shui Qingru, who had become more and more outstanding, and Tie Jinglin and He He, whose mood had recovered a lot, bid farewell and flew to the west. It's not as good as your own quiet nest.

Lezi, a martial artist who is hard-working and hard-working, has advanced to the third-level bone-forging level calmly. He sent a message to him with a flying sword a few days ago to find out when he will be able to return. People get married in a hurry, as the host and matchmaker, he must be there.

He found that the relationship between Xianlingguan became a mess. Lezi was Tukun's apprentice, and Yang Shuilan would definitely not condescend to Ai Tukun, and was still called by his peers. Peers call.

Forget it, let each call their own, let them be happy.

Before passing through the Daying Dynasty, Zhang Wenfeng sent a flying sword message in advance to greet Wen Yunqing, the sacrificial wine of Daying Xuegong, and declined Wen Yunqing's kindness to accompany him in person and invite him to be a guest at the Capital Xuegong. He didn't want to stay too long long, so as not to disturb the quietness of others.

After falling in Shuzhou City, Rong Shuzhi waited early after receiving the summons.

"Zhang Daochang is lucky to meet you!"

"Mr. Rong is polite!"

The two pretended to exchange a few polite words, Zhang Wenfeng made gestures and said with a smile: "Mr. Rong is getting taller."

Rong Shu greeted Shui Qingru like three people, and replied: "The knowledge in the belly is more advanced, you don't know about Zhang Daochang, I am now the master of Juren, honoring the lintel, honoring the ancestors."

"Congratulations, Congratulations to Mr. Rong High School."

Zhang Wenfeng casually took out three taels of silver and wrapped it in red paper, and handed it to Master Juren as a congratulatory gift.

Rong Shuzhi smiled and took it, and weighed it with his hands, so many people followed, especially with the clear water, it was impossible to take the temple master to the brothel to drink flower wine, he said before that he would invite the temple master to drink flower wine, of course Just joking around, I invited several people to take three luxury carriages, take them to the inn to settle down first, and then go to Hanmo Street of their Rong family.

The two square lintels erected in front of the gate of Rong Mansion look very grand.

Rong Shuzhi gave everyone a piece of ancient ink that is rare in the world and can be used as medicine, and then went to the restaurant to hold a banquet to wash away the dust, and treated them like home.

After resting for one night, Zhang Wenfeng left with several people and set off on the next morning. The politeness between him and Rong Shuzhi was for others to see. The trip has another meaning, which is to let Rong Shuzhi take advantage of the situation.

Rong Shuzhi sent it outside the city, cupped his hands and said: "After a few years, I will go to Daan to visit Daoist Zhang!"

"Waiting for your visit, Mr. Rong take care!"

"Daoist Zhang and fellow Taoists cherish the future, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there will be a period later."

Rong Shuzhi sent away a group of four people, and returned to the house until the four people were no longer visible in the sky. When they reached the gate of the city, they met Wen Yunqing, who offered wine at the Xuegong, and a group of Confucianism cultivators from the Shuzhou City Xuegong branch.

He guessed that these people would show up at the right time, and hurried forward to salute.

Wen Yunqing looked at the chubby boy, nodded approvingly and smiled and said, "Sure enough, he is a good-looking person with an imposing manner. No wonder Daoist Zhang cited him as a friend of Wangnian, so he specially settled down in Shuzhou City to visit him. Not bad, he has a bright future."

"Master Jijiu praises and praises the award, the book is ashamed."

"I heard that your knowledge is also very good, Rong Shuzhi, you walk with me, I will pass your poetry test."

"It's better to be respectful than to obey, Master Jijiu please!"

Chapter 615 A short happy event for parents is near

Strolling along the stream in Qiulin, Zhang Wenfeng took a stack of newsletters on major events in various countries collected by Zhuang Yu.

Although this apprentice returned to the sect to practice and no longer went out to run around, the spy line he arranged was running smoothly, and he sent his fellow disciples to various places to take charge of the affairs.

"The Great Qiang Dynasty added a fourth-level martial artist, and the Daliang's Shijia and Wu clan each added a new fourth-level monk... It's all good things, but our Da'an has nothing to do. The Chongtian Palace was damaged last year. Jin Zhongshan, the only Golden Core cultivator, is there any news about them recently?"

Zhang Wenfeng asked casually while watching.

Zhuang Yu took out a thick book and quickly flipped through it. He stopped at a certain page, glanced over, and replied with a smile: "There are currently three monks who have completed the Freedom Realm in the Chongtian Palace and have escaped from the mortal world. I haven't heard of any masters who are in the book. .”

Zhang Wenfeng let out an "oh", from this point of view, there will not be any new Jindan monks in Chongtian Temple in recent years.

He had guessed for a long time that the decline of Chongtian Temple might have something to do with the backlash of Chiwei, the vermilion sprite?

Zhuang Yu glanced at his master's face, and said in a low voice: "The master of Qingshui Temple, Taoist Master Chen Qingqiao, has been in retreat for five years in the early stage of the free state, and has never traveled outside during this period. The door moved once, and Master Zhao said that Chen Daochang has already reached the perfect cultivation level of the Freedom Realm, and a few days ago, I received a spy report that Chen Daochang retreated again, possibly to attack the Golden Core Realm."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "It's not a blessing, but times come and go, maybe he has another chance."

Zhuang Yu echoed with a smile: "It should be. In addition to Chen Daochang, Qingshui Temple also has a rising star disciple who advanced to the Freedom Realm. It is said that there are as many as four people who have failed to hit the Freedom Realm in the past two years. They don't have the Breakthrough Pill."

Zhang Wenfeng understood his apprentice's cryptic reminder that Chen Qingqiao had not escaped from the mundane path, and it was unknown whether he had the Breakthrough Pill in his hand. He nodded slightly, continued to read the back, and suddenly laughed and cursed: "Rong Shu Zhi, shameless literary thief! Shame on the literati !"

Knowing the relationship between Master and Rong Shuzhi, Zhuang Yu said with a smile: "This song "Linjiang Immortal" was born out of nowhere and became popular all over the country. Xuegong Jijiu admired Mr. Rong's talent very much, saying that he was the number one scholar when he was young and old. , there is a block in my heart to make waves, and the future is limitless."

Zhang Wenfeng handed back the finished paper to his apprentice. He felt very well informed. He was able to keep abreast of important events in various places. He chatted with Zhuang Yu for a while, answered a few questions about his practice, and let Zhuang Yu go about his business.

He turned his head and waved towards the woods, and Le Zi, who had followed all the way, came running with a smirk.

"The wedding date is set on the tenth day of the first month of next year. If you can't wait, I can help you change it to an auspicious date in the next few days. You can add an extra gift of thanking the matchmaker."

Zhang Wenfeng teased and teased that this cousin was finally able to get through all the hardships.

Lezi begged for mercy: "Two more matchmaking gifts should be added. It's hard work for the elder brother to run around." He quickly got down to business, and said: "My old man is very stubborn. He insisted on inviting his in-laws over. It's shameless, and he still has to live in Zhangjiazhuang. For three days of running banquets, the bigger the scene, the better. Shui Lan meant that she didn't want to involve her natal family, so she made a break more than ten years ago. The simpler the wedding, the better. Just set up a few tables in Beiyan Forest, with fewer people coming She is too annoying, brother, do you understand my difficulties?"

Zhang Wenfeng laughed, and patted his cousin on the shoulder, "Don't worry about the great joy, I will go to Beiyan Forest to chat with the bride-to-be later. Please come, there is also an old friend whom I haven't seen for many years, and I will help her to come all the way.

Relatives in her hometown will not be invited. She has many considerations, which is understandable.

Let her just be her bride in the Shuilan Temple in Beiyan Forest, and wait to toast a few tables of guests. The guests outside have to be greeted by us, including the flowing water banquet in Zhangjiazhuang. You don’t need to show up to worry about it. It’s no trouble now. Bar? "

"Don't bother, don't bother, brother Guanzhu has worked hard."

Lezi giggled and bowed his hands in salute.

"I will also discuss with Uncle Lame. You have to add a gift of thanking the matchmaker. There are three copies. Don't forget."

"I will never forget, thank you brother for taking care of me!"

Lezi laughed from ear to ear, and flew towards Beiyan Forest, both sides were happy, so he was also happy.

Of course, some people were not happy. Little Nier suddenly emerged from the thin stream, with his mouth pouted to hang a porcelain vase. When he saw the smiling temple master, he howled dryly: "Oh, my life is miserable!"

Zhang Wenfeng first asked an irrelevant topic: "Is there anything else in your hair, it seems to be Leng Xiang's soul-nourishing chalcedony plum blossom?"

Xiao Ni'er forgot that she was caught on the spot and was dirty, so she quickly took off the plum blossom and threw it into the forest, and threw it back to the silly girl who had been with her for a few days. Lend me to play, I didn't bully her."

"Master, Little Ni'er often bullies me..."

Leng Xiang complained from the woods. After Master Guanzhu came home, her small waist was very rigid.

Little Ni'er turned her head and gritted her teeth, threatened with her fists, received a blow on the forehead from the temple master, and immediately became downcast, honest and honest, suddenly remembered her sad things, and lamented: "I'm so unlucky!" , Your Majesty is going to get married, don't want me to be such a little oil bottle."

She is annoyed when she sees Uncle Lezi now, and she can't wait to use a cloth bag to beat Uncle Lezi's sap with a cloth bag according to the experience of the rivers and lakes taught to her by Lu Zijin's brother, it's so irritating.

One wants to marry and the other wants to marry, why no one asks her opinion?

Zhang Wenfeng stroked the bun on the top of the little carp spirit's head, with a gentle voice of relief, and kind words of persuasion. He talked about a lot of things, and the last sentence made Xiao Ni'er happy: "You can take Lu Huan to the Yaozu territory Let's go and play for a few days, find a few unique items, and give them to your uncle and mother as gifts, don't always frown and make your mother unhappy, be sensible."

Little Ni'er swung her tail and ran away, but she didn't forget to turn her head and tell: "Monastery Lord, please say hello to my mother, saying that I was ordered by the Temple Master to go to the Yaozu for business, and I didn't run out to play in private. "

Zhang Wenfeng replied with a smile: "I'll tell her right away, you can go out to relax and remember not to cause trouble."

"I know, I know."

Xiao Ni'er promised to go to find Lu Huan, and did not forget to show off: "Silly girl, I won't take you out to play, so cry."

Leng Xiang leaned out from the tree, landed gently in front of the master, and greeted the master with a smile. The master has been home for several days and is very busy every day. The master walked slowly by the stream.