Taoist chanting

Chapter 302 You really need to read more books

"I'm afraid you won't succeed, let's go!"

Zhang Wenfeng was very straightforward, turned around and walked west, and said in his mouth: "If you break the barrier of the sword fighting platform today, you will pay for all the spirit stones. I can let go and fight with you."

"No way, when did you become unreasonable than me? It's fair and just to pay half of each person."

He Guangjun weighed every detail.

It's not that the two hundred spirit stones can't afford to pay, but the other party is playing tricks.

If he promises to pay all the compensation in a big way, that's not arrogance, but foolishness.

It was a matter of fighting, and He Guangjun was a very shrewd opponent.

Zhang Wenfeng said contemptuously: "You are more unlucky than Yun Qiuhe as a mother-in-law. I will cover all of the two hundred spiritual energy stones. What's the big deal? You can let go of your hands and feet and play with me later."

He Guangjun let out his signature hey-hee dry laugh, and it turned out that he was venting his anger on behalf of that woman Yun Qiuhe. He said, "Zhang Wenfeng, are you annoying? Where did you learn these childish tricks? One person and half, there is no need to change!"

He never fights as a foil, the guests change positions, and his momentum is weak.

"Boring, boring."

The sword spirit between the two has been fighting since the moment they agreed.

Compared with the taciturnity last time, the two walked side by side, chatting and laughing happily.

Behind him, there were fine pieces of silk sword energy colliding and colliding, splashing and smashing the blue brick ground from time to time, leaving shallow pits and rubble.

Someone from Xunfengyuan saw this scene, called friends, and followed them to the sword fighting arena to watch the excitement.

More than three months ago, Crazy He and this inconspicuous Keqing Supervisor fought to the death, even breaking the protective barrier of the sword fighting ring. Both lose.

Singing opera is not afraid of the height of the stage, and today there is a lot of excitement to watch.

In the guard court in the east, Xie Moling put down the Zihao pen in his hand, and rubbed his forehead with some headaches.

When the two guys meet, they don't stop, and the needle points to Maimang. Yu Yuan just doesn't care about things, and he needs to take care of these trivial matters. Well, if they break the protective restriction of the sword fighting platform today, let them double the compensation for the spirit stone.

All the floor tiles broken by the sword energy along the way will have to be paid for, one tael of silver for each floor tile.

This method is good, it will hurt their flesh and cure two thorns.

Walking into the sword fighting arena, Zhang Wenfeng stepped forward and took out ten spiritual energy stones and put them into the hole in the ground. He had already learned to activate the protective restraint.

It is impossible for him to ask He Guangjun to pay the entrance fee every time he goes to the sword fighting arena.

You can be calculating, but you can't be stingy.

"Brother He, don't we use swordsmanship and supernatural powers this time?"

"That's exactly what I mean, take the move!"

The two simply set the rules, let go of their hands and feet and drew their swords to fight. In the sword fighting arena with a radius of fifty meters, two figures were wrapped in the sword light, coming and going like flying, and the fierce collision caused the sword energy to be like drizzle Next, the momentum is huge and spectacular.

Compared with the first time to compete in the sword fighting arena, this time it is even worse.

The people watching the fight outside watched intently, ready to fly back at any time to avoid the burst of sword energy from the shattering of the restraint. They could not hear the conversation between the two inside the restraint.

When the fight was in full swing, He Guangjun unsheathed the black flying sword on his back, and joined the battle with one part.

Zhang Wenfeng held the sword in both hands, and he also cast the Taomu Feijian.

Multitasking, step by step.

The shadows of the sword are vertical and horizontal, and the sky and the ground are dizzying.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Wenfeng tested the effect of the spirit-leading runes he drew on the Zaomu Sword and Bizhu Sword.

After more than two months of comprehending the true meaning of Tianwai's sword chopping a mountain, he has become more and more adept at manipulating the sword energy. He often uses a style of "opening the door and bowing to the guest" to chop the sword. Sharp sword intent.

Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the way.

The two put away their flying swords at the end of the fight, and only when they met a comparable opponent could they verify some experience in using the sword, know the pros and cons and the direction of improvement.

Change to a single sword vs. single sword with a flat stab contest.

The two swords collided and struck each other from time to time, making a "jingle" sound, and finally each sword ended the fight.

Although the intense process made the spectators addicted to their eyes, and some monks also benefited from it, the good-for-nothings were still not satisfied, and He Guangjun, who rushed out of the protective restraint, shouted: "It's not enough, you madman, you didn't show your skills, fight again Field! Xue Mou will pay for breaking the protective ban."

He Guangjun replied with a dry smile: "Get out!"

Amidst the uproar, Zhang Wenfeng cupped his fists and smiled, and walked back to the office with He Guangjun.

After entering the door, I found that He Guangjun, who was slovenly, had kept the room in an orderly manner, which was much more orderly than Yun Qiuhe's public house. There was an ancient painting with a vertical axis hanging on the wall, green radishes hanging in the corner, and burnt wood-colored ancient shelves. Cultural and elegant objects related to brushes, inks and inkstones.

Looking at the ancient paintings on the wall, the scrolls are dark yellow, with a few strokes rendering the backs of the characters walking forward, the distant mountains are extremely light, interesting and interesting, leaving a lot of blank space.

On the upper right, there is a line of cursive script inscribed vertically: The sword energy has already fallen.

But there is no seal for signature, maybe the painting is not finished.

He Guangjun skillfully added charcoal to boil water to make tea, and said: "I saw that kid Shen Si earlier, and he glanced at the crowd watching the battle, but he didn't find anyone when he came out. Last time he invited us to Tianqing Restaurant, the wine is not bad. .”

Zhang Wenfeng laughed, and was still thinking about letting the big guy treat guests to good wine, a jar of century-old Bilu wine would cost [-] spirit stones, and how many jars would be needed for a casual meal, and said: "I'll treat you to wine later, there is a restaurant nearby. "

"Do you want to go to Tianqing Restaurant?"

"you please?"

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to run, so I can eat something nearby."

He Guangjun was indifferent, and sighed: "It is difficult to make money. There are too many places for sword cultivators to spend money. After advancing to the free state, it is only a tailor-made natal sword. Rare materials and spiritual stones are spent. To make a flying sword, the robes, shoes, belts, etc. on your body must match and complement each other, without a certain wealth, you can't even make a sword that you can handle."

He has advanced to the Consummation of Gradual Wealth Realm, and these things need to be considered early.

The part subsidized by the sect can only produce common law swords, which is not what he wants.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't worry about this, he was still a little far away, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that you did a lot of tasks last time, and you did the big tasks twice, didn't you make any money?"

"What are two or three thousand spiritual energy stones? It's not enough to buy two ounces of colorful cloud gold. To make a natal sword, you need to spend at least one catty of colorful cloud gold. Other special materials have to be exchanged for materials, so making money Difficult, without flowers."

He Guangjun just listens to people talking, and he is generally too lazy to talk to other people, let alone cry poor.

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, then suddenly remembered that when he was healing Xinyue's wounds, Xinyue, who was in a semi-conscious state, muttered a lot of nonsense, among which he could clearly hear "seeking rose grass, colorful cloud gold, and Fuyao fruit".

Could it be that there is Caiyunjin in the wild rabbit ditch that Xinyue is going to enter?

"Brother He, what is Caiyunjin?"

Zhang Wenfeng didn't understand, so he asked. Two or three thousand spiritual energy stones can only buy two taels of colorful cloud gold. He felt that his net worth didn't seem rich enough.

"Caiyun gold is a kind of main metal material for refining our sword cultivator's natal magic weapon. It is indispensable. It can also be used for refining flying swords. You have the physique of wood. Add some third-level wood crystals and wood elements. properties of the material, it can be built."

He Guangjun poured a cup of tea for Zhang Guanzhu who was opposite him, explained a few words casually, and at the end he did not forget to say: "I'm not talking about you. In addition to practicing swords, you really need to read more books. In addition to concentrating on swordsmanship, sword cultivators also need to learn more. learned."

Zhang Wenfeng almost choked, he was taught a lesson by a swordsman who didn't learn "no skill".

But He Guangjun was right, what he had been exposed to before was the basics, and now that conditions permit, he has to settle down and read more in the library of the Daolu Branch of Zhoucheng.

If it weren't for the rare materials, I wouldn't even know it.

"Dong dong", someone knocked on the door outside.

He Guangjun sat without moving, and opened the closed door with a wave of his hand.

A man in his thirties came in, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "For disturbing your interest, Mr. Miao would like to thank the Dharma protector. He Xunfeng and Zhang Jianfeng walked all the way before, and the sword energy smashed a total of [-] floor tiles. Compensation of one hundred and eight taels of silver, may I ask you two, should you go to the Miscellaneous Court to pay the money yourself, or let Miao do it for you?"

He Guangjun and Zhang Wenfeng looked at each other in blank dismay, the tea was no longer fragrant.

Floor tiles in Zhoucheng are so expensive!
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(End of this chapter)