Taoist chanting

Chapter 346 Make troubles, water demons are haunted

The cold blows the lingering autumn, and the yellow leaves wither.

Zhang Wenfeng sat in the pavilion by the stream, finely carving a goose-egg thick walnut stick in his hand with the blade of his wrist. The sawdust flew, and the walnut stick gradually turned into a prototype of a sword. Hu Qiang'er sat on the opposite stone bench, holding his hands He rested his chin on the stone table and stared.

Fifty feet behind the pavilion, at the foot of the mountain, the donkey changed directions and slammed into the oily rocks.

"Boom", "Boom", the sound was dull and vigorous, causing ripples in the stream tens of feet away.

In the cold weather, the donkey was steaming hot, and there was a faint "cracking" sound of thunder.

It eats spirit grass concentrates every day, drinks strong wine, lives in a blessed land of aura, tempers its body intensively to condense its demon power, and its cultivation base improves at an outrageously fast speed. It is brave and diligent, and changes with each passing day.

It enjoys the heartiness that gets stronger every day.

After running across the rivers and lakes and seeing the cruelty of life and death again and again, I realized how important it is to work hard and sweat.

Now it is not uncommon for him to teach his cheap son who hides in the earth spirit cave and sleeps every day.

In the words of the master of the temple, "children and grandchildren have their own blessings, don't be a horse and an ox for your children and grandchildren", the father can't control the children when they grow up, so they can only follow Lu Huan to mix with the earth spirit.

The two people in the pavilion were not affected by the sound. Zhang Wenfeng's hands were as steady as a rock, and he cut the walnut stick into a large shape, and carved it with the tip of the blade. After more than half an hour, a small and exquisite wooden sword was freshly produced.

The two sides of the back of the sword are engraved with the secret words of "evil warding off" and "wooden thorn" runes respectively, which are beautiful and magnificent.

This is not over yet, Zhang Wenfeng took out the talisman ink, talisman brush, and inkstone, stained it with red sticky ink, and drew the "Spiritual Line Rune" in one go. The sword body has a slight talisman light that flickers and then converges. Wipe the dark red wooden sword with a towel Rune ink on the surface.

Handing the wooden sword to the little sprite with bright eyes, he said with a smile, "Do you want to see if it fits?"

He and Hu Qiang'er are in a master-servant contractual relationship, and the spirit-leading rune drawn on the wooden sword can play a role of icing on the cake.

Hu Qiang'er took the wooden sword happily, and made a sword-holding ceremony: "Thank you, master."

Walking out of the pavilion, he danced a few moves of swordsmanship in the open space. He hung out with the apprentices, learned characters, learned scriptures and attended lectures, and learned a lot of messy fists, feet and swordsmanship.

He is a sprite, with a high understanding and a quick learner.

As for whether it suits him or not, he doesn't care too much. In the future, if he really wants to learn swordsmanship, he must ask the master for advice.

It was when he saw the master making a peach-wood sword in his spare time, he had an idea, and reluctantly broke a branch of the old walnut tree on the hillside, and asked the master to help him make a wooden sword. The badger patrolling the mountain is also a bit pretentious.

Hu Qiang'er fiddled with his own wooden sword, repeatedly saying "Hand in hand, easy to use, beautiful", and ran outside with a smile.

Compared with the bamboo swords played by apprentices who have not broken the realm, his wooden sword made by the master himself is exquisite and beautiful, and it can be judged whether it is superior or inferior. In addition, his spirituality is even more incomparable with the induction between him and the original wooden sword. With a movement of Lingxi, he threw the two-foot-eight-inch dagger.

"Shua", the wooden sword turned into a flying sword that could be easily manipulated by hovering and dancing.

The little ghost was so happy that his face was full of joy, and he couldn't see his eyes from laughing. He jumped on the wooden sword and shouted: "Go!"

The wooden sword flew around the donkey in a showy manner with the little guy on its back, then jumped from the ground to a height of more than ten feet in an instant, rushed out of the treetops, and rushed across Xitan Ridge. In the blink of an eye, there was no one there.

The donkey who hit the rock was stunned. After a while, he shook his head and muttered: "Is he sick? He could fly, so he had to ride a broken wooden sword. Didn't he take off his pants and fart? It's unnecessary?"

Zhang Wenfeng put away his tools, gathered all the sawdust and other magic spells, and buried them under the root of a willow tree by the stream.

After washing his hands in the stream, Shi Shi ran out to watch the donkey exercise for a while.

He was thinking of drawing a map of the Nine Palaces in the corner of the court in Qingzheng Bieyuan, and erecting nine Nine Palaces pillars at the nodes. This was inspired by the rocks hit by donkeys, and it could be used as a way for the apprentices to temper their bodies. He still has to spend his mind on how to use the primary formation method and how to arrange it.

The sky was overcast with dark clouds and low pressure, and there was a strong wind.

Seeing that it was about the same time, Zhang Wenfeng flew into the air and headed southeast.

Falling on the steep surface of the Yaoxi River called "Shuiqiutan", Zhang Wenfeng pulled out his sword, fisted left and right on the water, and walked eastward as he practiced. His movements were slow and he pushed forward slowly. The feeling, except for the slowness, seems to be not very lethal.

The river wind is blowing, and the water is rolling eastward.

The turbulent river slaps against the rugged rocks along the way, making a loud sound of turbulent waves hitting the shore.

Wherever Zhang Wenfeng walked, the wind and waves were calm, he didn't need to do it deliberately, the energy and pure sword intent flowing all over his body formed an invisible protective circle around his body, colliding with the river wind all the time, this was a natural The tempering of "fighting with the sky".

After walking for thirty miles, I turned back and continued to walk and practice.

The sky is getting darker, the sky is drizzling, and mist is rising on the river.

In the middle of the walk, in the twilight, I saw a two-story boat rushing from the west of the river. In the windy and rough weather, the boat lost control and turned on the bumpy water. There were faint screams and cries. There are children's voices.

There were more than a dozen soaked bamboo pole boatmen standing on the decks on both sides of the boat, barefoot, staring nervously at the rapids and the rocky walls of the river bank. The bamboo pole was desperately propped open.

The palms of each hand were worn out, dripping with blood, and their right feet were tied with thick hemp ropes to prevent them from being thrown out by the fast boat.

The boat swayed and spun wildly, and there was always the danger of capsizing.

When the people on the boat saw the Taoist priest walking on the water, they shouted excitedly, "Master Immortal, help me."

"God help!"

"Save the child."

Without any hesitation, Zhang Wenfeng put his sword back into its sheath, stepped on his feet, and flew towards the boat.

He has been walking on Shuiqiu Beach for nearly three months, and this is the first time he has seen such bad weather, and at this hour, a big boat rushing into the dangerous beach. mentality, decided to rescue people.

He didn't have the ability to restrain the big boat in the surf, so he waved his hand and sent three yellow talisman messages.

In the face of the power of heaven and earth, one person's strength is too small, he must call a helper.

A few miles away, I saw that I was about to arrive.

But the boat crashed into the rock wall on the right with a "boom", and countless figures were thrown into the air, and then fell heavily into the torrent water.

Zhang Wenfeng was stunned, he caught a young man who was thrown in front of him, threw it towards the shore, and skillfully threw the man who was yelling "ahah" and his face was paler than paper to the bushes on the bank, he smelled urine Smell, when it is fatal, those who are not scared to pee are rough nerves.

Shuttle and dive in the torrent to pick up the ups and downs, no matter men, women or children, he catches them and throws them to the river bank on the right. Now the time he is grabbing is every life.

The people who escaped from the dead were shocked for a while, some knelt down and thanked loudly, and some wailed loudly.

Zhang Wenfeng, who was busy saving people, suddenly felt vigilant, and his figure turned strangely in the air, "Boom", a jet of water several feet thick was sprayed in the direction he was just heading, and passed him by.

He smelled a trace of watery evil spirit remaining in the air.

Immediately following his spiritual sense, he saw a huge wave on the surface of the water, and one of the black shadows sneaked towards him from behind and took a picture.

Such bad weather, but also such an emergency rescue time.

Make waves, water monsters come and go.

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(End of this chapter)