Taoist chanting

Chapter 530

Shi Nanguan patted Huang Fu into Zhuang Yu's hands, and said with contempt: "You are so innocent, you even lied to your brothers." He hooked Zhuang Yu's neck again, and said meanly: "Brother, Brother, I have to remind you, 'There is a knife on the head of Sezi', you are still young and ignorant, and you often run outside, you have to hold on, don't be like that guy who was poisoned by a woman..."

Wei Jingjie and Tie Jinlin kicked away the fat man talking nonsense.

"If you can't speak, you can hold back your words. Although Brother Yu doesn't look very good, he has a lot of sense in his heart."

Tie Jinlin hurt the two of them with one sentence. Seeing their eyebrows crossed, he made a haha, and asked, "Brother Yu, what other serious business do you have besides going to write off the account? We won't keep it if there is nothing else. Guest, where do you come from and where do you go, we will not eat the banquet."

Seeing the three guys standing in a row, staring at them with their hands folded across their chests, not even a bowl of tea, Zhuang Yu sat down by himself, and beckoned: "Sit down, why are you polite, compare yourself with the stick?"

Seeing the three people sneering and being unmoved, Zhuang Yu said helplessly: "The temple master has been in seclusion for quite a while, I have urgent errands to do, and I haven't had time to get the warrant from the temple master, and the mountain chief refused to give me two thousand spirit stones ..."

Hearing this, the three of them understood what was going on, Huang Pizi entered the house and came for nothing.

Tie Jinlin and Shi Nanguan cooperated tacitly, stepped forward to set up Zhuang Yu and carried it outside, and wanted to throw this thing out so as not to harm them.

"Don't tell me, I need to use the Spiritual Qi Stone for something urgent. I will write an IOU and imprint my fingerprints. When I return to the Master to leave the customs, I will cancel the account immediately. Don't you disciples of the Master believe it?"

Zhuang Yu exclaimed that it was the head of the mountain who gave him advice, saying that the five wealthy landowners in Dingxi City were so fat that they should go beat their autumn wind. His errands also fell in Dingxi City, so he went to Zhoucheng to apply for an official letter Pidiandian came running.

He just destroyed the IOU he wrote last time, and immediately wanted to borrow another two thousand spirit stones.

His skin is unusually thick, but he is also confident.

Wei Jingjie laughed angrily at that rascal's behavior, why didn't he find out before?Said: "Okay, Jin Lin will give him two thousand spiritual energy stones, leave an IOU, and send him away!"

He already vaguely knew from the mountain chief's message that Zhuang Yu was doing some secret work. A guy who was not very talkative before became glib, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"The sect needs someone to contribute from obscurity, and that person may be the disciple of the master."

These are the original words sent to him by the head of the mountain.

He understood the profound meaning of the temple master's sudden acceptance of disciples.

I didn't ask the other party what kind of errand they were doing, and the other party would naturally say what they could tell, and don't ask if they shouldn't.

Zhuang Yu got the spirit stone and said happily that he would treat them to a banquet next time, but slipped away with oil on the soles of his feet.

Shi Nanguan laughed and cursed a few words, picked up the brush again, and before he could write a few lines, there was another knock on the door. He glanced at the two who wiped their guns and settled the accounts, pretending not to hear, and sighed: "You are bullying honest people. People, tomorrow I will go fooling around on the street and won't serve you."

Tie Jinlin didn't raise his eyelids, and said, "Pumpkin, I'll give you a chance to move around more, don't babble and don't know what's good or bad."

Shi Nanguan rolled his eyes angrily, went to the yard and opened the gate.

Standing outside was Chen Qingqiao who hadn't seen him for some time. Shi Nanguan bowed his hands and greeted with a smile. He suddenly noticed that Chen Qingqiao's breath was a little unstable, and he looked different. He asked in surprise, "Guanzhu Chen, have you advanced?"

"Thanks to the blessing of your temple master, I got away with it, let's go, go in and talk."

Chen Qingqiao was in a great mood.

Last time, in the life-and-death battle with five witch cultivators, two disciples of the Gradient Realm were lost. Relying on the "Gathering Qi and Transforming Evil Gourd" handed down from the Taoist temple and a few treasures, he teamed up with two other juniors to kill the three disciples on the opposite side. , A miserable victory and return to the city.

Although the experience in the border city is full of dangers, but the bloody tempering on the front line of life and death can really stimulate the potential in the body and break the bottleneck at critical moments. He can be regarded as experiencing it.

Qingshuiguan caught up with the last carriage of the promoted sect.

All losses are worth it.

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Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged in the bamboo building with the help of the chaotic kendo comprehension gained from Huamei, immersed in it.

After an unknown number of days, I entered the state of sitting and forgetting both things and me.

He was located near the core of the aura near the mountain gate, between two low hills. Even in the middle of winter, the spiritual plants grew lush and the wood energy was active.

It's been several years, I haven't felt touched, just sit and forget everything.

The body is like a tree born between heaven and earth, seemingly illusory, illusory, and actually enjoying the wind, frost, rain and dew.

When he woke up from the realm of cultivation, he was silent for a long time. He glanced at the broken bronze sword held in both hands. There were traces of blue light on the spine of the intact sword. His thoughts moved slightly, and silk swords appeared in the air like flowing water. Intention, the two merged, and then plunged into the sword body and disappeared.

Unknowingly, this broken sword was refined to match his heart.

He floated up, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and sent it forward, the room of the bamboo building was filled with countless tangible or invisible entangled sword energy, the sword energy turned into threads, circling and cutting in countless directions, making fine trembling and cracking sounds.

The "Flowing Water Sword Intent" and "Wrapping Silk Sword Intent" that he has mastered, this retreat, the understanding of the sword will has improved to a higher level.

Retracting the sword edge in satisfaction, the sword energy instantly subsided, and the room was full of cold spirit.

From his perception of painting plums, he grasped a trace of the sword spirit of "the dead wood is still growing again in spring", and realized the "dead wood sword spirit" of the wood line that matched his physique. Although it was only in its infancy, he was particularly excited.

With a swing of the sword, hallucinations abound in the room, and illusory flowers bloom.

One of the flowers bloomed to the maximum and suddenly exploded silently.

Qi movement fluctuated like ripples, Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly withdrew his sword, suppressing the burst of power of the sword that he could not fully grasp, affecting the core of the mountain gate formation, the gain outweighed the loss.

Returning the sword to its sheath, he leaned over to clean the brushes, dishes and other utensils that had dried up long ago, cleaned them up, opened the bamboo door and went out, the sun was shining outside, and the paper written by Hu Qiang'er on the door was blowing in the wind, he smiled .

Stepping down the stairs, a back-to-basics and introverted back-to-basics exuded from top to bottom.

I don't know how long he has been practicing in seclusion. His cultivation base has been promoted to the perfect state of ease, and his Taoist heart is peaceful. He has the feeling that he can walk out of the ordinary road and prepare for the promotion of Jindan.

"Master, you are out of customs."

Hu Qiang'er noticed the movement, stepped on the wooden sword and flew over immediately, followed by the little girl with a rosy face and a little fatter.

Reaching out his hands to support the two children who were saluting, Zhang Wenfeng felt that the little girl was closer to him than before, and asked with a smile, "How long have I been in retreat?"

"Master, this time you retreated for a month and two days, which is longer than ever before."

Hu Qiang'er hurriedly said.

"Oh, it's mid-December, time flies by so fast."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a little emotion, there is no time for cultivation, and after a high level of cultivation, it is common to retreat for decades at a time, and every generation in the world may go through old age, sickness and death.

Leng Xiang raised her head and invited: "Master, the sun is just right, and the plum blossoms are romantic. Do you want to go and watch them?"

"Of course, you still don't lead the way?"

Zhang Wenfeng laughed, and followed the two young ones to the hillside to admire the plum blossoms. Go in the direction of other courtyards.

The two little boys, one on the left and the other on the right, each walked along with wooden swords.

When sitting in the tea room with the head of the mountain and drinking tea, I sent the two young ones to play without waiting for the rules.

Leng Xiang likes to read books, so she took Hu Qiang'er to the library yard.

The head of the mountain talked about recent events, Tu Kun came back, stayed for a long time and left in a hurry, Chen Qingqiao of Qingshui Temple advanced to the free realm, Zhuang Yu went to Dingxi City, and talked about it scatteredly.

Zhang Wenfeng opened Zhuang Yu's letter to him, saw the news that Gu Chaowen was murdered by the Taoist priests of Jinfeng Temple, he was silent for a while, and asked, "Master Shan, what is the situation of Jinfeng Temple now?"

"The news of Jinfeng Temple has already been suppressed. It is said that several disciples of the old master of Jinfeng Temple were all implicated, and Gu Quan ruthlessly abolished their cultivation bases and expelled them. That disciple who escaped, where is he hiding? I haven’t found it so far. Gu Quan’s promotion banquet will be held on the original date, I replied to Jinfeng Temple a while ago, if the owner of the temple leaves the customs in time, he will go to the banquet, and I will send a message to Jinfeng Temple later.”

"When will Qingshui Temple hold the banquet for the promoted sect?"

"March [-] next year."

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(Continue to give back in the evening, Xiongqi, author Jun)

(End of this chapter)