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Chapter 479 Encounter, sky-high price

Zhang Wenfeng refused to demonstrate other sword skills. Compared with He Guangjun's destructive sword technique, his immature "Withered Wood Spring", which he had been pondering for several years, was just able to match.

The breaking method sword intent and the living method sword intent used by both sides are evenly matched.

He Guangjun is very cunning, he deliberately said that he used wooden techniques to take advantage of it, and wanted to ask for more advice. In fact, he developed wooden techniques through swordsmanship, and the degree of difficulty varies greatly.

Jin Qiaoyan made an invitation at the right time: "Guanzhu Zhang, come and sit in my yard for a while? I have recently brewed a jar of Wuyou Linglu wine. Let Guanzhu Zhang comment."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "But the worry-free spirit dew wine with 'more things to do in front of you, less time to watch and less time to watch, and a lot of wine in your chest'?"

He has already started to walk outside. Jin Qiaoyan is Yun Qiuhe's master. Of course he has to go and sit down. He wants to ask how Yun Qiuhe, who has left Nanjiangzhou long ago, is doing. As a good friend, it is right to be concerned of.

He understood that Jin Qiaoyan was helping him out of the siege, and was worried that he would have a real fight with He Guangjun.

"Guanzhu Zhang is very knowledgeable, and even knows such uncommon allusions. I have tried several times according to the prescriptions in ancient books, and this time the Wuyou Linglu wine tastes the closest."

Jin Qiaoyan smiled and stretched out his hand to invite, and transmitted a word of apology to Xie Moring and He Guangjun.

Zhang Wenfeng bid farewell to the two who did not get the invitation, and went out with Jin Qiaoyan to the north.

Treating guests is a science, if you don't invite one, you will offend others, Jin Qiaoyan only invites him in person, the wine tasting is just a pretext, obviously there is a private matter to discuss with him.

The other two smiled knowingly and cupped their hands.

The courtyard where Jin Qiaoyan lives is arranged like a small garden, with lush greenery and colorful flowers in spring.

Walking along the stone path into the elegant hall, I heard a surprise voice coming from inside.

"Yeah, why are you here?"

Holding the elegant blue and white porcelain cup in his hand, Yun Qiuhe stood up, his eyes were shining like light.

Jin Qiaoyan said with a smile: "Qiuhe, what are you still doing? I haven't entertained Guanzhu Zhang for tea. I'll go to the side room to make spirit wine."

She walked outside on her own.

She received a summons from the court and deliberately did not tell her apprentice Zhang Guanzhu that she had come to Zhoucheng.

Zhang Wenfeng walked in with a smile, and asked, "Senior Sister Yue said you were in retreat in the sect, but I didn't send you a message because I thought I wouldn't disturb your cultivation. When did you arrive in Zhoucheng?"

Yun Qiuhe put down the teacup, turned his head to look at Guanzhu Zhang who was sitting opposite, and said with a smile: "Master wrote to me a few days ago, saying that I will not be able to break the bottleneck anyway, and asked me to come over and be a knife and pen clerk for her old man." Commander, I arrived the day before yesterday, I heard that you are back, and I am going to stay for a few days to see you, so I did not send you a summons."

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the radiant and pretty woman. She was gradually reaching a perfect cultivation level. The woman, who didn't know what it was to be shy, blushed slightly, lowered her head and was busy rinsing the teacup, and asked, "How long have you been stuck in the bottleneck?"

"Almost a year."

Yun Qiuhe skillfully poured a cup of tea, turned his palms and stretched out his hand to signal, and asked, "Yue Anyan is also stuck in the bottleneck, how is she doing?"

"A few days ago, Senior Sister Yue went on a trip."

Zhang Wenfeng felt that the atmosphere between the two was weird, not as harmonious and natural as before, and the questions and answers were like a blind date. He took a sip of tea, picked up a topic and asked, "Did you leave your paintings behind?" Bar?"

"Of course not. I have drawn a lot... You came back and just gave me some pointers. I was so bored drawing by myself, and I felt like I was stuck in a bottleneck, and there was no progress in the future."

Speaking of painting, Yun Qiuhe's voice suddenly stopped being coy and gentle, and his voice was raised two notches.

"If you draw too much sketches, you will get tired. You can try to change to ink landscapes, flowers, birds, fish and insects. By analogy, use the light and shade of the sketch, or the shape relationship to draw ink and wash, and occasionally there will be unexpected effects."

"Then you have to try, wait on my side, and you can show me one."

"OK."

Jin Qiaoyan was getting wine in the west wing, and Jin Qiaoyan, who had been late to return, listened with ears perked up, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as a master, he had to worry about his own foolish disciples, and after waiting for a while, he held Subai The porcelain altar went to the hall.

After tasting the Wuyou Linglu wine, Zhang Wenfeng left after not sitting for a long time.

Looking through a bunch of paintings in Yun Qiuhe's residence, he made some comments, and spread out the rice paper. Zhang Guanzhu drew a piece of "Running Horse Picture" with strong brush strokes, vigorous lines, and the changes of thickness, dryness and wetness are vivid and unruly. .

Yun Qiuhe likes this kind of paintings with both form and spirit and strong contrast.

Her eyes were shining, she held the drawing paper and couldn't put it down, she was full of praise:
"Guanzhu, this painting is amazing! It really touched my heart! What I have always wanted to express is this feeling of strength, freedom and unrestrained unrestrainedness. This is the courage that my generation of monks should have. I feel Bottlenecks are slightly loosened."

"Oh, the bottleneck is loose?"

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the woman whose face was flushed with excitement, "feeling" is often different from person to person.

"I have that feeling, I can't grasp it."

Yun Qiuhe calmed down, and said: "I want to live in Xianling Temple for a few days, draw pictures every day, work in the fields, and play with former disciples. Maybe one day I will catch the feeling that shocked me just now. That breaks the bottleneck."

"You are the teacher of Xianling Guankeqing. In the past, Senior Sister Yue has been keeping it for you. You can live there for as long as you want. Didn't your master ask you to use it? If you run away, she will agree?"

"I often don't listen to her, it's not bad."

Yun Qiuhe smiled quite brightly, put down the drawing paper, and asked Zhang Guan to sign the postscript for the theme, and she was going to frame it and hang it in her residence, watching it every day to find inspiration.

When she was in Xiling County that year, she also broke through the bottleneck and advanced to the stage of fading because she was impressed by a large landscape painting by Guanzhu. The lower right part of the painting was not completed, and Zhang Guan's theme was very artistic. She wrote postscripts for her words and sentences, and refused to sign and use seals. She carried the large paintings with her in the storage and often took them out to appreciate.

Before she went out, her master sent a voice transmission quietly, asking her to go to the Fairy Temple to practice for a while, and said that her opportunity to break through might be in the Fairy Temple, which really caught her master in the dark.

Of course, she also knew that the shrewd viewer had noticed it, so she deliberately clicked on it and didn't say anything.

After cleaning up briefly, Yun Qiuhe went to her master's side for a while, and then came back, the two of them walked out of the Daolu branch and went around to Fangshi Street not far away.

Yun Qiuhe handed Guanzhu Zhang a full cloth bag, and said, "I visited a lot of places in the past two years, and came across some remnants of ancient books suitable for you, including Lingzhi books, swordsmanship and talismans, so I bought them. Not worth a few spirit stones."

"Be careful! Next time you meet a rare copy, feel free to buy it and give it to me. As a person, I never dislike the price of gifts. The more the better."

Zhang Wenfeng weighed the bag, it was heavy, and put it away with a smile.

"You are so beautiful! Next time I will resell it to you at a high price."

Yun Qiuhe returned the favor.

Over the past few years, Fangshi Street has changed a lot.

In the past, all the empty shops outside were opened, forming four criss-cross streets, and the crowds seemed much more lively.

Zhang Wenfeng walked into a shop where he often bought blank talisman papers, replenished a few dozen talisman papers from low to high, purchased talisman inks, talisman pens, etc., and went to a nearby shop to buy a few pieces of good material for making jade talismans .

Stroll along the main street to the side, and move to the corner of the street stall. He has a special liking for the street stall where he has found several rare antique spiritual plant seeds. The resale notice posted in front of the shop attracted attention.

"A million spiritual energy stones or treasures of similar value are too expensive, and they are far from the original."

Seeing such a high price, Zhang Wenfeng shook his head like a toothache, and said to Yun Qiuhe, "Come on, let's go in and have a chat."

Yun Qiuhe smiled and gave the viewer a supercilious look. The viewer had a duplicity in his mouth. He clearly liked it in his heart and wanted to make a drastic bargain. Of course, the price offered by the store was outrageous. People play.

In the entire Da'an Dynasty, there were not many sects that could afford the price.

Being able to afford the price does not mean that you are interested in this small, about three feet wide, narrow, long and unattractive frontage.

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(End of this chapter)