Taoist chanting

Chapter 371
Feeling like awn on the back and all over the body is very uncomfortable, tingling and itching all the time.

Can't catch it, can't scratch it, can't think too much, the more he thinks about it, the more itchy and unbearable, itching to the bone, Zhang Wenfeng is in such a state of torment and tempering, he can't be idle, he must be immersed in one thing.

Either practicing in peace, or splashing ink, or busy in the fields.

Especially in the morning and evening, he would make the flying sword turn into a stream of swords flowing in his heart, and then use his wood fire to wrap the "thorn" flying sword for sacrifice. It cannot be overstated.

After a quarter of an hour each time, after letting Fei Jian return to the Sea of ​​Consciousness, he was sweating profusely in the winter.

Lying on his back on the ground of the cave, he didn't want to move a finger for a long time.

Exhausted, my mind completely emptied.

Listening to the old demon of Tu Ling who suffered a thousand knives, he smiled but did not laugh and was relieved. Fortunately, he realized a ray of natal sword energy and merged it into the flying sword. People who are "shattered and broken, like a puppet" are in great pain in the world, and they also say that "hardship is the first, enjoyment is the last", "hardship is the only way to be a master", etc., and some empty truths without sincerity.

That bastard laughed so gleefully that he almost openly engraved the words "Public revenge and personal revenge" on his forehead.

Every time he endured that kind of pain and recovered his depleted cultivation base, he could find that his cultivation base had improved a little bit, and he had a little more resistance to the sharp energy emitted by the "thorn" flying sword to stimulate the pores of the skin and temper his body. .

The benefits were obvious, so he just let it go and endured with his resilience.

From time to time, he would visit the Earth Spirit Cave Mansion and talk and harass him.

Zhang Guanzhu survived the new year with an invisible thorn on his back, and survived the "Tianla Sacrifice" held every year, talking and laughing like Yanyan, as if nothing happened.

Compared with last year, the number of people who held sacrificial rituals in the main hall on the first day of this year was much higher.

The third senior brother Shang Zheng asked his niece and granddaughter Shang Qingyun to support him, and deliberately showed off in front of the senior brother Jia De'an a few times.

After lunch and a vegetarian feast, the eldest brother said goodbye early and went down the mountain.

Afterwards, the second senior brother and the third senior brother chatted alone for a long time, but no one knew what they talked about.

The donkey played for several months, exhausted his impetuosity, and became pure and self-sustaining. He began to temper his body with lightning washing again. He practiced day and night and seldom went out. lips.

In a blink of an eye, it was March in Yangchun.

Zhang Wenfeng and Hu Qiang'er took care of all the lingering plants that had sprouted. The entire Wangxia Ridge, and most of Xitan Ridge, were planted with lingering plants and vegetables, and more than [-] mu of land was reclaimed sporadically. , lush with spiritual rice, wheat and other crops.

After finishing the day's work, he was resting in the pavilion upstream of the stream. Guanzhu Zhang became interested, took out the rice paper, pen and ink, and painted Hu Qiang'er standing on the wooden sword with thousands of soft weeping willows as the background.

Swipe the brush recklessly, the fragrance of ink is lingering, and in less than a quarter of an hour, a freehand sketch with fairy air is completed.

After contemplating it for a while, Zhang Wenfeng wrote an inscription and signed it, "The grass is full of flowers, the embankment is full of water, and the stream is full. Zhang Wenfeng sent it to Xiliu Pavilion in the spring of Renyin's year", and stamped a jade seal on the back.

Hu Qiang'er couldn't help but hold the ink painting. The viewer seldom wrote inscriptions, signed and sealed the paintings. This is a unique reward for him.

A woman greeted from behind: "Qiang'er, what are you looking at? You're so engrossed."

Hearing Yue Anyan's voice, Hu Qiang'er hurriedly flew up holding the painting scroll that was not completely dry, and said with a smile: "The master drew a picture for me, I will send it back first, so as not to get dirty." Yu Jiansheng Fly high to the southwest slope of Xianling Mountain.

But he knew that Uncle Yue liked to collect the master's paintings the most. He had been to that small bamboo house twice, and the room was full of paintings.

Yue Anyan walked into the pavilion with Yang Shuilan who was looking around curiously, glanced at the little guy who flew away in a panic, and said with a smile: "I won't snatch your paintings, why are you running when you see me coming?"

Hu Qiang'er pretended not to hear, and flew away without seeing anyone.

Zhang Wenfeng stopped packing his pen and ink, and stared at Yang Shuilan who was a little stiff and saluting for a moment.

After nearly half a year of recuperation, the girl's complexion was ruddy, her face looked round, her figure had grown a bit taller, and besides being unable to speak, she was full of beauty. Compared with when she first came, there were many subtle changes.

"Yang Shuilan, congratulations on advancing to the Gradient Realm. Your cultivation qualifications are unique. We can't announce it to the public yet, and we can't take you to the county for an assessment, lest someone take your advice, but you can occasionally go out at night with Daoist Yue. , through the wind, when you cultivate to a certain degree of self-protection ability, a year or two later, you will make up for the identity and honor that should belong to you."

Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands to extend the monk's etiquette.

The cultivation speed of the innate body of the gods is indeed terrifying. According to Yue Anyan, she also deliberately taught Yang Shuilan to dabble in elementary talismans, elementary formations, etc., distracting Yang Shuilan's energy, otherwise it would be faster.

Yang Shuilan hurriedly returned the gift, gesturing to show that she understood the painstaking efforts of the temple master and Daoist Yue, and thanked for the kindness of training.

After practicing Taoism for almost half a year, she understands etiquette and is cautious in her words and deeds.

Zhang Wenfeng took out three jade-cold crystals from his cuffs as a promotion gift, and encouraged them with words, and then took the two of them to the Earth Spirit Cave, asking the Earth Spirit to apply the concealment technique on Yang Shuilan again.

After sending the two away, Zhang Wenfeng came back and sat down to drink tea, and tickled the badger lying on his feet with his toes.

Tukun's body was surrounded by a ray of converged and scattered light, he used his own unique method to practice his sword from time to time, and said: "Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with her xinxing, I put a small restriction on her heart lake, if she has divine thoughts or Divine changes, within a range of thirty miles, I can detect them immediately."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, and sighed: "Her progress in cultivation is so fast. If this continues, I doubt that she will advance to the Freedom Realm before me."

Tu Kun gave a rare and strange look, and said: "Before Jindan, she didn't have a bottleneck in her practice. This place is full of aura, and her cultivation aptitude is top-notch. It is only a matter of time before you surpass you, so don't feel embarrassed, you, the temple master. Ha ha."

Zhang Wenfeng was speechless, and took a cup of tea to drink.

He suddenly didn't want to chat with the old demon, this guy was more poisonous than He Guangjun.

Tu Kun was very anxious and asked: "You have adapted to the tempering of Feijian, when shall we go out for a walk?"

"Okay, I'll set off in two days, and I'll make arrangements for the Taoist temple."

Zhang Wenfeng readily agreed, with such a master as a bodyguard, he can walk sideways when going out, and he also needs to go out for a trip. Lingzhi has Hu Qiang'er in care, and Qingzheng Bieyuan has Shanzhang and Yue Anyan, so he doesn't have to worry about anything.

Tu Kun suggested: "We can go west and try our luck in the Luobaoling Great Forest. I have read the books, and that place is still inaccessible. It is between the monster race and the human race, so it is suitable for us to travel."

"Oh, do you have a treasure map that you left behind before? Take it out and refer to it together. My strength is negligible, and my brain and vision are not bad."

"You think too much, I just don't want to go around crowded places, that's boring."

"Really?"

"fake."

The two exchanged some witty words, and seeing that the earth spirit refused to reveal the truth, Zhang Wenfeng stood up, took his leave, and left. He guessed that the earth spirit would not be indiscriminate, and that the eight-hundred-year-old demon has some stories in his belly.
Walking out of the cave, a message talisman light flew over, Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to catch it, felt it for a while, laughed and said: "Double happiness is coming, Shui Qingru, that little girl finally broke through and entered the innate realm."

Tu Kun didn't respond, he was not interested in Wu Fu, and the stone gate of the cave closed silently.

Feiluo went to Qingzheng other courtyard, walked into the exercise room, saw the excited little girl, Yue Anyan, Shan Chang and others were there, just said "Congratulations", the little girl threw herself into her arms and hugged her .

"This is a happy event, don't cry, the big girl's family is outrageous."

Under the eyes of everyone, Zhang Wenfeng patted the weeping girl as if nothing had happened, and joked, "You wiped the snot on me." Pushing away Shui Qingru, who was overjoyed and weeping with joy, without a trace.

"No."

Shui Qing retorted weakly as if sucking his nose, and smiled again.

The host said, "Diligence can make up for one's weakness is a good lesson, every hard work is worth every bit of talent", she did it.

Seeing the little fat man winking at her, his face was as clear as water, and he wiped his face and shouted, "Pumpkin, haven't you been showing off your master swordsmanship these days? Let's compare swords in a few days. The one who loses... ran up and down the mountain ten times."

"Little girl, don't keep thinking about fighting and killing. As monks, we must cultivate our bodies and minds, and keep quiet and cultivate our minds."

Shi Nanguan basically lost his heart to defeat Shui Qingru in the sword competition. He was too old-fashioned to learn the principles of the temple master, and taught Shui Qingru that he broke through the situation. He thought it was good to be reasonable.

A gentleman speaks but does not move.

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(End of this chapter)