Taoist chanting

Chapter 20 Who Said Serious Taoists Can't Make Bad Tricks?

He stuffed a bunch of keys in the kitchen kang and covered it with an old bowl. He might participate in the fight when he went, so it was better to go into battle lightly. He grabbed a hat hanging on the wall and put it on his head, and hurried with Fu Gujing. Fly down the mountain.

Crossing the official road, the two ran towards the southwest path.

Zhang Wenfeng traveled with his master, and he was familiar with the famous Daoist Temple in Xiling County.

It was the first time he heard of Shengzhi Temple in Jiming Mountain.

In broad daylight, the two of them are not worried about shocking the world when they use light energy to hurry on the road. There will be a lot of light energy on the rivers and lakes. As long as they don’t bump into pedestrians, and they don’t use it in the city or in crowded places in the town, it will be fine.

Zhang Wenfeng played with all his strength, barely keeping up with Fu Gujing's speed.

Fu Gujing deliberately slowed down a bit, and gave some tips on how to use Yuan Qi to increase speed.
There is a big difference between someone pointing and groping for yourself.

Zhang Wenfeng ran for twenty miles, and then he mastered the skills, and the speed increased a lot. Fu Gujing saw that the children could be taught, and gave some tips on how to use Yuan Qi in swordsmanship, boxing and other actual combat.

Immediately facing a fierce battle, he was afraid that he would not be able to take care of this brave fellow Daoist Zhang.

How much you can teach is counted, and how much you can comprehend is up to your own comprehension.

What Zhang Wenfeng lacked was these methods of using Yuan Qi's experience. Of course, he could explore them, but he needed time to accumulate them slowly. Master Xuanmu's exercise booklet was not detailed enough to cover everything.

When he arrived near Jiming Mountain, he gained a lot and was able to exert some magical effects of Yuan Qi in his body.

He also learned how to adjust the breath while rushing on the road, and supplement the loss of Yuan Qi along the way.

"Who? Stop..."

Behind the rock at the foot of the mountain flashed two men dressed in strong suits, armed with swords on alert, and reprimanded the two figures who came very fast.

"It's me, Fu Gujing. What about Master Wu and the others?"

Fu Gujing stopped and heard the faint sound of fighting coming from above, there was no need to ask any more questions, Master Wu and the others fought with the thief and said, "You guard the bottom, and find that the fish that slipped through the net should not escape. "

Before he finished speaking, he and Zhang Wenfeng had turned into two black shadows, leaping up the mountain.

"Hang the temporary jade plaque of the Daolu branch on your waist, and all those who hang the black iron plaque on the left waist are our own."

Fu Gujing didn't look back. After explaining, she turned abruptly to the west side of the mountain, and said, "Come here. The battle is fierce in the direction of the back mountain. It seems that this band of thieves has a lot of power. Don't let it go later."

Zhang Wenfeng hung the white jade tablet on his left waist while running at the fastest speed.

He had drawn his sword long ago and landed a few feet behind Fu Gujing without saying a word. He swung his sword in a vertical leap to cut off the branches and vines that were swept and beaten. He had to avoid the clumps of trees, which slowed him down slightly.

Hearing the sounds of roaring, screaming, and weapons colliding, he felt that the blood and hostility in his body were gradually rising, and he wanted to rush up to fight, and he was busy reciting the Qingxin formula silently in his heart.

After one time, the mood was calm and the whole person became unusually calm, and the perception seemed to be more acute.

Continue to chant the scriptures non-stop, and he stays that way when he needs to fight.

Eliminating evil is promoting goodness, and cultivating the mind is practicing.

Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!

Fu Gujing's speed suddenly accelerated, flashing more than ten feet from the gap between the trees, intercepting a middle-aged Taoist priest with disheveled hair rushing down from the back mountain.

"Ding dang" three urgent sounds, and a few moves in an instant, a sword pierced the left chest of the middle-aged Taoist priest whose face was terrified and was blocked by a thick tree, and he attacked without mercy.

Without pausing, he jumped like flying, chasing and killing a skinny old man who saw the situation was not good and went horizontally to the south.

When Zhang Wenfeng arrived, he saw the middle-aged Taoist priest sitting down slowly against the tree trunk, his eyes slackened, and blood gushing from his chest, obviously he was dead.

He couldn't catch up with Fu Gujing's speed. Seeing that the skinny old man was agile and brisk, he was no slower than Fu Gujing. He was sure that the other party was a cultivator in the qi qi realm. He judged that the old man must try his best to break through the mountain and escape .

He took a step ahead, and should be able to help, listening to the roars of the fighting on the mountain being scattered around, turning into a chase.

The Daolu Branch won a big victory, and the thieves fell apart.

Using the corner of his eye to notice the movement diagonally above, he ran down and his speed increased a lot.

Hearing a sudden "bang", the skinny old man smashed a dark green mist with his backhand, blocking the front of Fu Gujing, who was chasing after him. The human-shaped black figure threw itself out of the green mist that exploded.

The cries and howls of ghosts sounded, and the nearby forests suddenly became gloomy and cold.

"Puppet Demon!"

Fu Gujing was forced to slow down, the sword light was slightly bright, and he stabbed a few swords at the low-level evil ghost who was blocking his way.

This is an evil method that uses sorcery and soul sacrifice to refine evil spirits, and then uses paper figures to carry them, which can be used during the day.

It's a crooked way, and I don't know how many innocent lives have been killed.

By the time he killed the two evil ghosts and escaped the scattered poisonous fog, he had already been blocked for three or two breaths. The skinny old man had already taken the opportunity to turn and run down the mountain. Fu Gujing hurriedly shouted: "Be careful!"

He accelerated and hurried, and took out a talisman from his pocket with his left hand.

With Zhang Daoyou's unfamiliarity with the use of Yuan Qi, he could not stop the evil old man's three or two tricks.

The skinny old man held a dark rapier and shouted, "Death!"

Even a young child in the early stage of Qi Qi Realm dared to block his way, not knowing whether to live or die.

Slashing and slashing with his sword, he heard a strong wind breaking through the air a few feet away, and the black sword light slashed from above with a suffocating energy.

At the same time, Zhang Wenfeng raised his left palm, revealing the bronze gossip mirror, and after chanting the spell in his mouth, he shouted, "Go!"

A thin red light shot between the eyes of the startled skinny old man, much faster than the sword light.

For fear of not being powerful enough, he deliberately poured most of his Yuan Qi into the mirror.

After completing the sneak attack, he didn't care about using a raccoon walk, and regardless of the effect of his deliberate attack, he was like a civet cat, and he threw a dark brown rock on the right side of the observed ground, using both hands and feet, just like two raccoons. Roll, change direction and escape.

Do your best to obey the destiny.

He certainly wouldn't do the stupid thing of hitting a stone with a pebble.

"Crack...bang", there was a continuous sound of beating, the gravel flew around, and the trees were broken and knocked down the slope.

The skinny old man was furious, but he didn't expect a careless act, and he was plotted against by the juniors who were pretending to be pigs.

He has calculated the follow-up attack of a sword and slash, and the strength is used relatively enough.

On the premise of not preventing him from escaping, it is guaranteed that the two swords can hit the young man who is in the way, and will not kill him, so that the stronger player behind him must stop to rescue him and create conditions for him to escape smoothly.

He didn't expect such an unexpected turn of events, and he didn't have time to use magic protection in a hurry, he only had time to close his eyes, and then subconsciously shook his head to the left.

That soul-transforming light inspired by spells and Yuan Qi originally had some effect on low-level ghosts.

At this moment, the corner of his eye pierced into his eyes, and from the corner of his eye across the edge of his temple, the skin tingled a little.

This is nothing, as the saying goes, there is no room for half a grain of sand in the eye.

No matter how weak the light of the spell pierced into his eyes, the pain caused the old man to burst into tears, and his eyes were blurred.

When he escaped for his life, his body became unbalanced. He stumbled twice under his feet and almost tripped over the rugged rocks. He was extremely annoyed, and the black sword in his right hand slashed at the boy's position.

I wish I could tear that sinister boy out of cramps, and light the sky lantern with his soul.

The dog days are too cloudy, more than the shade of lime on the rivers and lakes.

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(End of this chapter)