Taoist chanting

Chapter 295 Qi machine traction, sword intent resonance

Several people sensed the change in the thin old man's aura, and without ordering, they each guarded a certain direction and watched for protection.

Xie Moring, as the person with the highest official status, asked through sound transmission: "Gu Gu, how is the situation?"

The skinny old man's gaze was like a falcon, and he pinched a yellowed ancient seal with his left hand in his sleeve. He scanned around carefully, but he couldn't find the place that was stared at. , Said: "Go up and have a rest."

Xie Moring and the others set up a formation of five battles and eight sides, protecting the black-robed old man in the middle.

Even if the five of them were injured, Gu Gu, the guardian, could not easily consume Yuan Qi.

The group slowly flew up and landed on Tingfeng Rock.

The skinny old man felt it for a while, nodded and said: "Now you can talk, just now there was a ghost spying, the method was extremely clever and concealed, and the old man didn't find the specific location." Looking at Bian Wuguo with a sick face, he said: "Friend Bian, is your guess right? Wrong, nine times out of ten, this place is where the 'Bronze Town Lamp' was buried back then, it is a trouble for Da'an, and it is an unprecedented opportunity."

A trace of rosiness appeared on Bian Wuguo's sallow face, he suppressed his excitement, and asked, "Old man, the ghost suppressed in that lamp, after so many years, I'm afraid it's hard to deal with now?"

The day before yesterday, he went down to the bottom of the valley to investigate, and found that the bottom of the valley was unexpectedly clean except for moss and gravel. A throbbing instinct emerged in his heart, and the blood on both sides of the stone wall disappeared for no reason, which reminded him of the secret of the aftermath of the war more than [-] years ago. .

Too much time has passed, and the Zongmen classics are unclear.

All they knew was that the lamp was buried in the Qianluo Mountains, but no one knew exactly where it was.

The Qianluo Mountain Range stretches for seven or eight hundred miles, with countless peaks and peaks. Finding a bronze lamp that is buried at an unknown depth and cuts off the breath is no less than looking for a needle in a haystack.

Who ever thought that chance and coincidence let him find his position.

"So it's a trouble. Fortunately, we found out in advance that we can arrange layers of measures to prevent ghosts from escaping."

The thin old man sat down on the chair that Xie Moring took out from the receiving space, looked at a tall middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe, and said: "Yunping, you go to the capital, find more reliable people, and search for the old one. The more information you can collect on the aftermath of the war and the bronze town lanterns, the better."

He was only at the Golden Core level back then, so he was not qualified to participate in such a major event.

After he voluntarily gave up going to Duxian Island to touch the sliver of immortal luck and became the guardian, he knew everything he should know, and he still didn't know what he shouldn't know.

The group of Taoist cultivators and witch cultivators who went to the upper realm were worried that the juniors coveted the bronze lamps and heavy weapons, which would ruin their plans, so they simply blocked the news, and the few information that was revealed fell into the text, just in case, worried The ghosts ran out of the bronze lamp to make trouble.

"Yes, obey the law of the ancestor!"

The middle-aged Taoist clasped his fists to salute, and left without rushing, first took out a few yellow talismans, typed out the message silently, then clasped his fists to signal to the others, and flew northward with a smile.

The skinny old man asked other people to prepare the ghost-slaying array separately, and summoned monks who were good at geology and ghost-slaying from all states, and all the masters of the free environment from the southern states were mobilized.

The skinny old man specially asked someone to hold his own letter to invite the other two guardians.

Maybe it will be a bad battle, and there is nothing wrong with being well prepared.

Two days later, wisps of black air floated out from the bottom of the Yijian Canyon, which made the monks who went down to investigate quite nervous. All the monks who arrived stepped up and arranged formations, overlapping one another, besieging the surrounding area for thirty miles.

Inside the small world of bronze lamps.

When Zhang Wenfeng was not practicing, he chatted with Mo Ye, told the revolutionary story of that world, adjusted the angle of the water mirror hanging in the air outside the door, and watched the scene of busy exploration every day.

Being treated solemnly by the big shots as if facing a big enemy, how could he have a strange dark feeling in his heart?
Of course, this kind of emotion is undesirable and should be discarded.

Mo Ye said that those people would not be able to find the bronze lamp if they dug ten or a hundred feet.

Because the bronze lamp was not buried in Yijian Gorge at all, but under the "Mountain Ghost Peak" fifty miles away from here, Yijian Gorge was an exit deliberately used to confuse it.

Even the former two judges thought that the small bronze lantern world was located in Yijian Gorge.

500 years ago, the group of masters who ascended to the upper realm played tricks with great proficiency.

Mo Ye walked out of the darkness, came to Guanzhu Zhang who was looking at the water mirror, and said, "Zhoucheng sent people to Xianling Temple, please you, a talent who is good at supernatural ghost hunting, come here to carry out the mission to capture yourself."

Why does this sound so awkward?

Zhang Wenfeng looked at Mo Ye, whose cold and ghostly aura quickly faded away. After these days of communication, the woman with hairpin flowers has changed a bit, and occasionally joked with him. She is no longer like before, just a cold bystander, a passerby with nothing to do with her passerby.

His senses were always right.

"Senior Sister Yue, what do they say? The Zhoucheng side found me, and the excuse of retreat is not good."

"You are in seclusion, it is inconvenient to go out, just tell the truth."

Mo Ye smiled noncommittally.

Zhang Wenfeng was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Mo Ye, are you planning to leave?"

"When you leave the customs, I want to walk around, look around, maybe go to your 'hometown', maybe, 'read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles', I didn't think the sour words of scholars were interesting before, but in fact Still a bit chewy."

The flowers on Mo Ye's hairpin changed again, and she changed them more frequently during this time.

Zhang Wenfeng sighed, "It's a pity I can't go back."

With his own ability, it is unlikely to be possible within 200 years. What's the point of going back after 200 years?
Putting unrealistic thoughts behind, he said: "According to my current refining progress, I can refine the ghost energy in my body in about mid-December."

Using the method taught by Mo Ye to temper ghost energy can kill two birds with one stone.

It can not only use the coldness of ghost qi to temper the body, but also improve the cultivation base and consolidate the meridians and vital energy.

It would be of great benefit to him to practice in the future to spend three months in retreat quietly and undisturbed.

Mo Ye took out a bunch of fresh fruits, dry food, dried meat, and water, and said, "Your senior sister gave it to you. She rode a donkey to the vicinity for fifty miles, and pretended to go around and go back."

Putting away his belongings, Zhang Wenfeng took out a booklet from the receiving space. This was the first time he visited a shop in Zhouchengfang Street. Mo Ye bought and gave him the "Suspension of Water from the River".

In his free time these days, he rummaged through all the books in Nawu Space.

This Mo Ye said at the beginning that it was the most valuable dilapidated ancient book in that shop. He read it several times, but he couldn't see the value of an ancient book with missing pages or characters?Even if he doesn't know the law of water, he can still distinguish good from bad.

We are familiar with Mo Ye, so it is only natural to ask for advice.

Mo Ye took the ancient book and flipped through it casually, saying: "This ancient book uses the partition spell, you repeat the excerpts according to 'one, two, four, six, seven', and the page numbers are also searched according to this rule. All missing words And the page number, it is caused by the lack of protection of the spell for a long time, even if the spell slowly loses its effect during the ebb and flow of spiritual energy, you can still see some clues."

Zhang Wenfeng used the spiritual eye technique to read carefully, and he saw the subtle differences.

In order to find a predestined person for the secret book, the ancients really racked their brains. He didn't even realize that he used the sequence of the previous life, and he learned another trick.

Mo Ye reminded: "The power and sword intent of the sword that split the mountain, the number of times the bronze lamp can evolve is not many, you spend time trying to figure it out. Your senior sister announced to the outside world that you are practicing a powerful swordsmanship in retreat."

In the small world isolated from the outside world, she can pick and choose to say a few more words.

Zhang Wenfeng hugged the book and cupped his hands without saying thanks, indicating that he understood, and went to the main hall to copy the secrets of exercises.

In less than half an hour, a brand new "Xuanhe Xishui Jing" was transcribed.

Read it carefully from the beginning, the scriptures are profound and mysterious, and it is a rare secret method that integrates water attack and defense.

If he doesn't need it, he can leave the secret method in the underground secret room of the Fairy Spirit Temple. Yue An said that those monks who walk in water are blessed, but at least they can't practice until they are in the fading state.

Putting away the pen, ink, and scroll, Zhang Wenfeng closed his eyes and sat on the futon. As usual, he first recited the scriptures and meditated silently, and then recalled the magnificent sword light that Dajianxiu slashed from the sky. The impression was still deep, and he slowly figured out the sword energy and sword intent , Sword potential.

It was rare for Mo Ye to give advice on his specific cultivation. Since he was asked to spend time learning that sword, it proved that Mo Ye recognized the kendo contained in that sword, which was beneficial to him.

Whether it's spells or swordsmanship, you can only learn it if you are suitable for yourself. If you learn the inappropriate ones, there will be disadvantages.

He considers himself to be more talented with the sword, and he quickly indulged in it.

From time to time, weak sword energy gathers and dissipates from his body, and the jujube wood sword placed on the ground trembles and hums occasionally in the scabbard.

The small peach-wood sword in the vase tilted up and down slightly, but it didn't dare to disturb the stone figurine uncle in the middle.

Qi machine pulls, sword intent resonates.

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(End of this chapter)