Taoist chanting

Chapter 209 Someone worships the mountain to challenge

Day after day, the fields are easy to practice.

In a blink of an eye, it will be March in Yangchun, and the grass grows and the warbler flies to the blue sky.

"Your still life sketches are well practiced, with accurate shapes, and you are very keen in dealing with light and shadow, and you are also proficient in the use of perspective, but you can still describe the main body more deeply, and the overall grasp needs to be strengthened. In the next stage, I will teach you characters Basic drawing exercises, such as drawing skulls, I will show you two skulls from different angles."

Zhang Wenfeng commented on a batch of Yun Qiuhe's recent works with some professional vocabulary, and then took a piece of quarto rice paper, fixed it on a custom-made wooden drawing board easel, and waved a charcoal stick to draft and outline a skull.

A few strokes were used to cut out the large shape, and the deep eye socket hole was scraped, then the nasal bone, and then the cheekbones.

Write a skull head silently, and you can draw it with your eyes closed.

Back then, he did not know how many paintings, and took a nap in the studio with a skull in his arms.

Yun Qiuhe couldn't take her eyes off her eyes. She even touched a zombie, and she didn't care about the mere skull. She was excited that she could finally get in touch with the basics of portraits.

Yue Anyan was originally sitting at the coffee table drinking tea, and he had long been accustomed to the painting exchange between the two of them in a few days. Hearing the temple master talking about skulls, he became curious, so he got up and walked around to a place near the window. The viewer painted what she thought was a skull, and it looked so scary.

Although she is not afraid, the painting is too real.

There was the sound of running footsteps in the corridor outside, and an apprentice stopped at the door and knocked on the door politely.

"Monastery Lord, someone came to worship the mountain, this is his invitation card!"

The apprentice was twelve or thirteen years old, with handsome features and a slightly pointed face. He lowered his head slightly and presented a brown-yellow wooden box decorated with cloud patterns with both hands, speaking clearly and concisely.

Seeing the charcoal-black hands of the temple master, Yue Anyan reached out to receive the worship box, opened the box and took out a single note with exquisite brocade pattern and jade color, and read: "Chongzhou Weiyun Temple worships Cen Sanlin."

Yun Qiuhe let out a "huh" in surprise, looked away from the drawing paper, glanced at the prayer box and invitation card in Yue Anyan's hands, and said with a smile: "Monastery Master, you are in trouble. You." Then he asked the young apprentice who stepped aside, "Gu Chaowen, are there three of them here?"

"Daozhang Huiyun, there are three of them here."

The boy answered with clasped fists.

Zhang Wenfeng put down the stick of charcoal in his hand, scooped up water to wash his hands, and said, "Is this Cen Sanlin famous?"

Yun Qiuhe laughed and said, "It's about the same reputation as He Guangjun."

Zhang Wenfeng understood that Cen Sanlin was a sword cultivator, and he was challenged everywhere to sharpen his sword skills. It should be because he heard He Guangjun talk about him, so he came here to pay a visit to this unknown man. The Luobaoling Great Forest is adjacent, and the terrain is long and narrow, so it can be regarded as coming from a long way.

After washing his hands, Zhang Wenfeng walked out, glanced at Yun Qiuhe who was following, and said, "Your eyes seem to be a little gloating? I'm still sick, how can I compete with others?"

"No, how could it be? How can you say that about me, our group?"

Yun Qiuhe categorically denied it, but the exaggerated expression showing ten teeth betrayed her, and he laughed a few times inexplicably, and said: "Cen Sanlin, Du Huijian, and Xianyunke, the three of them broke through in the southwestern states in the past two years. A bit of fame, practitioners jokingly call them the 'Three Musketeers', don't you think this nickname is funny?"

Yue Anyan couldn't understand Yunshangren's strange brain circuit, what's so funny about it?

Isn't it just stringing together one word of each of the three people's names, which is a very normal way of picking nicknames. Although it is a bit tacky, it is still catchy, easy to recognize and remember.

She gave Yun Qiuhe, who was giggling alone beside her, a caring look.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't smile either, and gave him a disdainful look of "You have such a low smile".

He could understand Yun Qiuhe's ability to think wildly, which was a homonym for "Three Bitches", but he didn't want to join forces with Yun Qiuhe and lower the situation.

The young boy who fell at the end secretly glanced at the main painting, was startled by the little skull, and hurried out after him.

Yun Qiuhe was very dissatisfied with the lack of cooperation of the two serious Taoist priests, it was too boring.

Why does she find it funny every time she hears it?

"You guys... hey, wait for me. You can practice swordsmanship with them casually later. The three of them are stuck in the Qi Transformation Realm. Send it away casually? How can you use too much Yuan Qi?"

"Master Yun, you can't say that. You have to go all out when you start to learn from each other. It's disrespectful to the sword cultivator to hide it!"

Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Wenfeng scolded and spoke uprightly.

Yun Qiuhe gave me a supercilious look, so just pretend, big-tailed wolf, but there were apprentices following her, so she didn't want to expose her with bad words, so she just sneered: "He Guangjun didn't seem to go all out when he was sparring with you. Hey, it's very disrespectful to you."

She has deep resentment towards He Guangjun, and she can use it as a negative example at any time.

"Daozhang He and I were too different in cultivation. He was willing to suppress his cultivation to compete with me. He happened to give the opponent the greatest respect. Yunshangren, don't mess around."

The two bickered all the way and walked towards the foot of the dwarf mountain.

Yue Anyan had long since accepted the eccentricity, she just smiled and watched the excitement, not getting involved or helping.

There was still some distance from the Shanmen Memorial Archway, and Yun Qiuhe suddenly sent a voice transmission: "Cen Sanlin carries three secret techniques with him, and the rules of the three of them, if anyone can defeat them, communicate with them, let them gain something in swordsmanship, You can choose a secret method that does not pass on. With your ability, it is not difficult to defeat them? Just fool them with a few words, let them suddenly think that they have gained something, but when they turn around and find that there is nothing in the cloud, it is not yours. good at?"

Only then did Zhang Wenfeng understand the real reason why Yun Qiuhe had been urging him to accept the challenge. Ignoring the last two sentences, the sound transmission asked: "It's been two years, haven't they finished losing the secret method in their hands? Could it be that they copied several copies?" Are you going to challenge around?"

If the secret technique spreads, it cannot become a secret technique, but a technique sold in a shop in Fangshi.

"You underestimate their strength as sword cultivators. They have some hard skills, and before the sparring, they will negotiate some customary rules. Even if the general gradual decline monks are lowered to the same level of cultivation and want to beat them, it is not easy. It is even more difficult to let them gain something in swordsmanship."

"Aren't they worried that some monks in the fading realm will secretly intercept and seize the treasure?"

"They have practiced a sword formation together, and they are not afraid of being besieged by three or two monks in the fading realm. Besides, whenever they go to a place, they will first go to the Daolu branch to register. Anyone who wants to challenge anyone will report in advance. Be well-behaved. Besides, Weiyun Temple is not a vegetarian, and its power is greater than that of Nine Crane Palace, who would take their fate to provoke easily?"

While speaking, several people had already arrived under the archway.

Three zhang away from the mountain gate stood two men and a woman, only the woman was wearing Taoist robes, the two men had different clothes.

The head of the tall and strong man was wrapped in white gauze on his right shoulder, with dried blood remaining. He had a big unshaven face and leopard eyes and thick eyebrows. He stared at Zhang Wenfeng who was walking in the middle with two swords hanging from his waist.

The majestic momentum rushed to the face, and the domineering and unreasonable sword repair was vividly reflected.

Zhang Wenfeng's feet landed on the ground like taking root, how could the guy on the opposite side have a perfect energy transformation state?It is clearly already in decline.

The strength of the sword cultivator who is gradually weakening is not to be underestimated.

The information provided by Yun Qiuhe is out of date.

He spun his feet outwards, using the sword-grinding stance he had comprehended, to guide and defuse the attacking aura on both sides, so that there was no need for a head-to-head confrontation, who stipulated that the sword cultivator must move forward recklessly?
What's more, he is a serious Taoist cultivator.

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(End of this chapter)