Taoist chanting

Chapter 280 Talk about business and take a walk

Dispelling the invisible blue light covering his body, Zhang Wenfeng put his sword back into its sheath, and was just about to talk to He Guangjun who was coming, when he suddenly covered his left chest and coughed violently.

He Guangjun took the lead and forced him to exchange his life for his life with the sword. Although he had various protective measures, he was still injured by the huge impact force of the sword tip, which shocked his internal organs. How could He Guangjun keep his hand when he was crazy when he met his opponent?
Compared with the body tempered by the sword energy and sword intent of a real swordsman, he is more than a step behind.

At this time, he withdrew from the still state of mind, and suddenly couldn't suppress his breath and coughed.

Yun Qiuhe flew down beside him, glared hard at the surprised He Guangjun, approached Zhang Wenfeng and asked in a low voice, "I have some medicines for healing, where is your injury?"

She was worried that Zhang Guanzhu's old injury from last year would recur.

Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it, and silently recited the "Sutra of Chang Qing Jing", the exercise of luck and calming down of Qi and blood.

After a while, expel the turbulent breath in the viscera, the injury is not serious, and it can slowly recover on its own.

Smiling and nodding to the monks who watched curiously from far and near, Zhang Wenfeng took out a booklet that could not be flipped over, held it in both hands and handed it to He Guangjun, and said with a smile: "Return the property to the original owner, and I will benefit a lot!"

No need to say thank you.

He Guangjun put away the booklet, regained his dull and careless expression, and said: "You have practiced swordsmanship well, but your body is far from tempered. I heard that last time you sparred with Feng Chengfeng, you couldn't control your swordsmanship and almost hurt yourself. Don't you If you are willing to take the path of sword cultivation, I happen to have a boxing scripture on hand, and I will send you to practice boxing to strengthen your body."

He took out a booklet with a black cover from his cuff.

Zhang Wenfeng fumbled for his own way to temper himself, and waved his hands to evade, "You will not be rewarded for nothing..."

Glancing at the words "Nine Palaces and Five Elements Boxing" vertically written in the white frame on the black cover, which was in the same handwriting as the "Nine Palaces Flying Star Steps" he got, he immediately guessed that this boxing scripture was won from Cen Sanlin. If this secret book can be made into a set, his hand will not be so resolute.

He Guangjun randomly stuffed the boxing scriptures into Zhang Wenfeng's hands, and said, "That's why you're so unpleasant, mother-in-law, you don't do things well, you have meritorious deeds, you just have to fight with me a few more times from now on. An exchange is not a favor."

Yun Qiuhe couldn't see He Guangjun's face, and ruthlessly exposed and mocked: "You take a book of Poquan, in exchange for a few fair and honest shots, and try to learn from each other. If He Guangjun, you are going to do business, most of the shops in Fangshi Street will have to close."

He Guangjun raised the corners of his mouth, showing his trademark smirk, "Women like to care about every detail." Seeing that Zhang Wenfeng had put away his boxing scriptures and agreed to exchange with him, he waved his hand and said simply: "Go!" Get up, go to Tianqing Restaurant for a drink, meditate and treat guests!"

Normally, he would not go out to drink with others, because he thought it would be a waste of time to practice swords.

Besides, drinking with a lot of people who are tasteless, how can it be interesting to go to the roof and drink to the moon alone?
Today, the fight was fun and comfortable to the core. He wanted to have a few more drinks with Zhang Guanzhu, who has a unique understanding of swordsmanship, and exchange ideas on swordsmanship. Of course, the companions next to him don’t need to talk too much. That's it.

Shen Si quickly stretched out his hand to ask: "Go, go!" Eyes turned to Yun Qiuhe who was on the side.

Yun Qiuhe didn't give any face, turned and walked back: "Guanzhu Zhang, you go, I don't like drinking."

He Guangjun giggled dryly: "It's best if she doesn't go, we guys can drink happily."

Shen Si was almost dizzy on the spot, what do the elders mean by drinking?Senior Brother He was so helpless that he didn't even have a chance to make amends.

Yun Qiuhe raised her fist and put it down again. She couldn't beat this lunatic with a poisonous tongue, otherwise... Humph, without looking back, she walked to the east and said, "Guanzhu Zhang, I'll treat you to a drink alone tomorrow."

She doesn't drink with people she hates.

"Lu Zijin is still staying in the spirit beast shed, please help me take care of it."

Zhang Wenfeng said by voice that it was inconvenient for him to take the donkey to drink.

Yun Qiuhe gestured.

The four men went to the famous Tianqing Restaurant in Zhoucheng to have an afternoon drink, and it took an hour and a half to end. During the period, He Guangjun and Zhang Wenfeng were mainly exchanging sword practice experience and understanding of supernatural powers. In the wing room, the two used chopsticks as swords, From time to time, we have to make gestures and talk lively.

Shen Si drank too much wine and couldn't get in the conversation, and he didn't want to talk either.

Mo Xiufeng cheerfully refuses to drink for nothing, the Bilu wine that has been cellared for a hundred years is too expensive, and he has to pay with spiritual stones.

The wine party dissipated, and the twilight merged.

Zhang Wenfeng found Fangshi Street alone. The lights of the shops on both sides illuminated the street, and the street was brightly lit. There were more male and female monks shopping at this time than during the day.

Walking to the area where the street stall was set up, Zhang Wenfeng nodded to the young man sitting cross-legged on the far side, and glanced at the miscellaneous items on the stall. There were fewer spirit planting seeds in that pile than last time.

The young stall owner had long forgotten the guest who greeted him. He couldn't remember the people coming and going every day. He stood up and said enthusiastically, "What do you choose? You are satisfied with the price."

"What's the price of spiritual tea seeds? Don't fool me with those Xibei goods."

Zhang Wenfeng pointed to the pile of almost lifeless spirit plant seeds with his chin.

"How can it be, you are a regular customer, the goods must be genuine, but at this price?"

The young man stretched out three fingers and flipped it over.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't understand the so-called code words among old customers, and asked: "I want ten, you give me a real price, don't play tricks." He took out a few seeds he bought last time from his cuff, lit them up again keep it.

"You give a total of fifty spiritual energy stones, and there is a chance for seedlings to emerge."

The young man recognized the "antique" spiritual plant seeds sold at the street stall, and his expression did not change. He used the cautious words of "the seedlings have a chance to emerge", which means that if the seedlings do not emerge, don't blame them. This business is originally a business. Willing to hit one willing to suffer.

"If you don't land, I'll pay you back the price, and I'll have a look at the goods."

"Okay, wait a minute!"

The young man called a middle-aged man who was wandering nearby, and transmitted a few words.

Not long after, the middle-aged man brought the seeds in a small package.

With the consent of the young stall owner, Zhang Wenfeng unceremoniously picked out the ten most vigorous seeds from a pack of seeds. It was not yet winter, so they could be used to cultivate autumn seedlings and drink summer tea next year.

After the money and goods were settled, Zhang Wenfeng asked again in a low voice, "How do you sell the seeds of spirit peaches and spirit plums?"

He wanted to find out the market situation. The spiritual peach and spiritual plum trees in the Taoist temple had grown to be as tall as the mouth of a bowl, with luxuriant branches and leaves.

The young stall owner smiled and refused: "Not really, you can look at other places."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, turned around and left. There are people in the business of making money, but no one dares to do the business of beheading in the street.

He went around the shops on Fangshi Street, and found that none of the pill shops sold any pills that could help Yuan Qi break through.

At this stage, even if there are good pills and things, each sect will try their best to use them first.

When he went out, Mo Ye appeared beside him.

It was a long night, so I took Mo Ye to wander around the main street with lights, and bought a lot of clay dolls, puppets, etc. Mo Ye was easy to pass, and played with a bunch of children's toys.

Find a stylish inn and wrap up a yard to settle down.

The next day, I went to the Daolu branch to pick up the donkey, refused Yun Qiuhe's intention to treat guests, and handed over the [-] spiritual energy stones that were prohibited as compensation for breaking the sword fighting arena. , this is a strong request of the donkey, to taste the unique flavor of food, to travel out of the city leisurely, to travel all the way back to the mountains and rivers.

They are not in a hurry, just return to the Taoist temple before the end of the month.

Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, get rid of the dust in your chest, and naturally camp in the hills and valleys.

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(You will believe me when I say a power outage, really!)
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