Taoist chanting

Chapter 431 Strange, empty words
More than a hundred miles away from Caomuling, the donkey who kept talking and talking suddenly stopped, closed his noisy donkey mouth, his eyes showed deep thinking, and stood still like a statue.

There are three two-foot-high exquisite tree houses built in the shape of a Chinese character on its back, each with its own characteristics, surrounded by slender fences.

Dense green vines cover the fence and tree house, decorated with small white, pink and purple flowers the size of rice grains.

The three little elves put their home on the back of the donkey, and the donkey now has the ability to protect them well.

In the past, Luxin'er and Luchan'er played with the donkey very well, but this time in the secret realm, Xiao Jingmei spared no effort to help the donkey break through the situation, and the two sides formed a deep love affair.

It is an expedient measure to stay on the shoulders of Guanzhu, and now there is a mobile home.

Xiao Jingmei sang and danced in the courtyard of the tree house, very happy.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't use his mind to deal with the donkey's gossip, and distracted himself from reading the scriptures on the ancient scroll of Zhihai.

Every time I read it once, an invisible golden light washes over my whole body, making me feel calm and comfortable.

He found that the golden light of the scriptures can remove dust from the body, eliminate the side effects of various ghosts, sorcery, and spells imposed on the body by the outside world, and also have the effect of tempering the body and eliminating impurities.

Although the effect is not very obvious, but the accumulation of a little makes a lot, and idleness is idleness.

Seeing that the donkey stopped chatting suddenly and stopped to think about the problem, he stopped and waited without disturbing the donkey, and concentrated on reciting the scriptures silently.

Lu Xiner flew out of the vine to look at the donkey a few times, didn't ask any further questions, and then fell back to the tree house to sing with her sisters.

They can feel the bursts of thought power emanating from the temple master from time to time, which has a peculiar effect of calming their hearts and making them more in the mood to sing. Song and dance are one of their attack methods and also their unique way of cultivation.

The three parties have their own affairs to do without interfering with each other.

The mountain breeze is cool and the flowers are fragrant.

After standing under the tree for about half an hour, the donkey, whose fur was shining under the mottled sunlight, suddenly grinned and bared its teeth, and said with a strange smile: "My lord, my sword gall is ready to use."

After it was promoted to the third rank, it seized the time to accumulate Jianwan every day, even when it was walking, it was not idle.

Suddenly aware of Jianwan's reaction, it stood still and concentrated on the sacrifice, not daring to be distracted.

There are temple masters to help it protect the law, so there is no need to worry even in the wild.

It has high hopes for this sword pill that it got by chance, and it wants to be a donkey hero who wields swords in the rivers and lakes.

"Oh, let me take a look and open my eyes."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, the sword gall is different from the flying sword, "the shape is a pill, but the meaning is a sword", he has only seen the description in the classics, so far, he has not heard of anyone who sacrificed the sword gall?

The donkey brewed for a while, opened its mouth and sprayed. In broad daylight, there was a flash of silver thunder, and the thick branches of the arms protruding from the front more than ten feet away exploded into debris and dust.

The lightning-like sword light flashed again, splitting a rock protruding from the ground more than twenty feet away into two pieces.

Under the high-temperature burning, the incision was as smooth as glass, and the sword light was chopped into the ground and consumed.

What the donkey warms and sacrifices is a thundering sword gall, which complements it perfectly.

The speed of the two consecutive strikes made Zhang Wenfeng amazed. Not to mention the skill of controlling the sword energy and the current attack power, the donkey added a new extremely sharp attack method, and said with a smile: "Yes, it is like running like a thunder, and it is impossible to defend against it. Cooperating with your thunder method, you can develop many means of protection or enemy control."

The donkey grinned from ear to ear, and said humbly, "Please give advice!"

The three elves were lying on the gap between the leaves of the vines and looking out, they couldn't understand what the donkey said.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and comforted the three little ones, and said, "Lu Zijin is practicing a sword technique and trying new moves, don't be afraid." Try to improve, control the sword qi and sword intent, I can give you some pointers."

Call out the flying sword in the sea of ​​consciousness, and at a slow speed, demonstrate to the donkey several basic methods such as "straight sword, wave sword, circle and turning sword", and explain the skills in detail.

He took out the booklet "Ling Qian Yi Jian Jue" that Gu Quan had given him, and pointed out the keys.

Let the donkey look over the sword formula three times to get a deeper impression, and then continue on the journey, changing him to go ahead, and the donkey followed silently behind.

Every time the donkey fell into deep thought, he would be in such a dumbfounded state.

All kinds of poisonous insects and little monsters in the grass and woods on the road blocked the way, or launched sneak attacks without knowing their life and death, all of which were expelled by the temple master or killed with subtle sword energy.

After walking for more than an hour, the donkey thought about releasing a slender sword energy, trying to control it with the method it had learned.

Ye Luzi's sword control seems to be flexible, but in fact it is not as potential as the regular sword art that has been honed through thousands of years.

Change to the donkey at the back and open the way in front, use the sword energy to kill the little monster with no eyes, and master its sword control skills by the way. After learning those moves wisely, it refines the straight shape and wave shape Royal Sword.

Back on the same road, when the sun slanted in the afternoon, the donkey and the temple master suddenly stopped at the same time, listening attentively, and faintly heard the sound of spells and talismans bombarding from a distance.

"have a look?"

The donkey is eager to try.

"have a look."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, he heard the strange "clang" sound coming from the battle sound, which felt a little familiar.

The donkey leaped into the air, condescending, and saw many monks beating a shiny bald man wearing a gray robe on the mountain more than ten miles ahead, beating extremely fiercely.

"It's that monk, strange, have they been entangled for two months?"

The donkey wondered, when they came, they saw the bandit monks going to attack the monk who was resting on Biyi Peak, and now on the way back, they encountered bandits besieging the monk again. After such a long time, the grievances between the two sides have not yet been resolved?

After going through countless things, big and small, the donkey's first reaction was to wonder if the two of them were on the same team, and they were putting on a show for them?

Zhang Wenfeng squinted his eyes and observed carefully. He found that the monk was trapped by the formation. He struck the wooden fish floating beside him with his left hand and made a "clang" sound. No wonder he felt familiar. Back then, the monk was spied on by him in Caomu Ridge and took out the wooden fish. After five taps, the sound was slightly different.

The monk wielded the Jiedao with his right hand, focusing on defense, defusing all kinds of attacks, and did not attack the bandits who rushed forward.

A few men were sitting upside down on the hillside, dripping blood all over their bodies and losing their fighting power.

There was no dead body, and the monk was merciful.

Zhang Wenfeng checked with the spiritual eye technique. He was a little unsure about the monk's cultivation. It seemed to be the second-level perfection, and it seemed to be the third-level strength, which was much better than all the besieged guys.

The monk especially had the time to call for help: "Fellow Daoist, we have met again by fate, please help the monk out of trouble, I am very grateful."

I don't know if it's poor or it's a matter of course, but the monk didn't promise a big reward.

Empty words, just a polite sentence of "thank you very much".

Zhang Wenfeng saw that the spy Fan Chongfeng was among the bandits who were besieging him. He greeted the monk with all kinds of magic spells. It seemed that he had a mortal enemy. He was too lazy to meddle in the field, and said, "Master has the kindness of 'sacrificing his life to feed a tiger'. Heart, I will not disturb Master Yaxing, and I will leave."

With a dark poke and sarcasm, he flew to the east in a detour, out of sight and out of sight.

The monk has the ability to hide and hide, and he is unwilling to hurt people's lives, behead the bandits and get out of trouble, so what's the point of asking him to rescue him?
He doesn't believe that monks in this world would rather perish than kill?
The many bandits who were secretly guarding against the two flying up in the air could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fan Chongfeng urged repeatedly: "Brothers, take out the treasures at the bottom of the box and save the monk as soon as possible. Let's call it a day, so as not to make any mistakes and let this cunning monk slip away again."

Everyone agreed with a loud bang, and all kinds of spells, magic tools, and talismans concentrated on the monk who was trapped on the top of the mountain.

The colorful and massive attack instantly overwhelmed the monk.

"Fellow Daoist...help me!"

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(End of this chapter)