Taoist chanting

Chapter 590 Holding the Feather as an Arrow

"A pot of dirty wine is happy to meet each other. Many things, ancient and modern, are all laughing and talking."

Zhang Wenfeng sang in his mouth to express his mood at this time. He took out a jar of old wine that had been stored for more than ten years from the Nawu space, and under the surprised gaze of the teahouse staff, he said with a smile: "I like to drink in the teahouse. To create a different atmosphere, there is a lot of money for tea and you pay a penny, go down and don’t need to be waited on.”

The buddy was also a monk, he hurriedly bowed and laughed and exited the wing room, and closed the door behind him.

Rong Shuzhi took a tea bowl of mellow old wine, said: "You are still the same, your temperament has not changed much."

He could feel the viewer's heartfelt joy, as soon as the two wine bowls touched, he drank the wine in one gulp.

Put down the wine bowl, let Zhang Wenfeng pour the wine for him, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect to wake up so soon. I made a plan at the beginning, the first life would fail, and after the first life in a daze, I would reincarnate to try the luck of the second and third lives. At the beginning of the spiritual qi surge, all the major sects opened up to accept disciples, and one time I would be lucky enough to meet the opportunity to practice, as long as I can practice, after a long time, I can awaken a trace of Su Hui's aura."

Zhang Wenfeng said contemptuously: "Seeing that you were confident and wise at the beginning, you thought that the arrangement was well-arranged and it would not be difficult to wake up. You just try your luck like this? What if the previous three lives have no chance, wasting time, and it's not too bad to turn around?"

Rong Shuzhi laughed and said: "There is nothing perfect in this world, it's not for your peace of mind. Fortunately, your friend surnamed Bai, chatted with me speculatively, seeing your face wrote a ' "Yong" character, I will repay his great kindness when I succeed in cultivation in the future."

Only then did Zhang Wenfeng realize that Bai Wuchang had helped Zhong Wenyong a lot, so he secretly wrote down this matter.

Take out the black wooden bottle from the black cloth bag at the waist, and transfer the tight items inside to the topaz board worn on the thumb of the left hand. This topaz board is one of the trophies captured when beheading the guardian of the Wu clan, Sheng Burao. Space It was bigger than the Shoumin bottle, wiped off the imprints of Yuan Qi and divine consciousness on the Shoumin bottle, and handed it to the smiling young man.

"The Shanmu Shoumin bottle is returned to its original owner, and there are some things you can use inside."

Rong Shuzhi stretched out his hand to take it, he is almost poor now, he would not refuse any gift from a wealthy local rich man, and asked with a smile: "Which old friend told you that this bottle is called 'Shanmu Shoumin Bottle'? "

He remembered that it was only called Shoumin bottle for short.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "I not only know about 'Good Wood Shoumin Ping', but also 'Chunhuaqiuyue'."

There is a trace of sadness on the surface of Rong Shu, "Autumn" in "Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon" refers to his lover Fairy Qiuyun.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't expect this guy to be reincarnated hundreds of years ago, and he would never forget the woman back then. He also heard the gossip about the women Yue Anyan told him about the past, so he quickly changed the subject and said:
"I've seen a lot of your old friends, Wei Yan, Yang Chun, and Mu Lihua, except Wei Yan, who felt that life in the land was boring, and has been reincarnated and disappeared. Yang Chun and Mu Lihua are living well."

A smile appeared on Rong Shuzhi's face, and he frowned immediately: "Yang Chun and Mu Lihua escaped the battle and fled into the Luobaoling Mountains. Can they survive?"

Zhang Wenfeng scolded: "You stupid brain, you have now been reincarnated as a Confucian monk, and you are still entangled in the old millet rotten sesame? More than five hundred years ago, Yang Chun was ordered to stop the Da'an Yushi's team alone with a single sword. Died in the sky above her water mansion in the Gaoxi River, she did not burst the embankment and flood the people on both sides of the Gaoxi River, it is quite tragic."

Rong Shuzhi picked up the wine bowl silently, raised it towards the western sky, and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

Zhang Wenfeng took a bowl with him, and continued: "Yang Chun has experienced the suffering of nine generations of reincarnation, and happened to worship in the fairy temple. After learning Taoism for a year, he happened to come into contact with the tokens left by her before she passed away and refreshed her mind. After leaving the Fairy Temple, she went to Daliang to make a big fuss among the witches, and then settled down in the wild in despair. In this life, she was called Yang Shuilan, and her relationship with the Fairy Temple eased later, and she became an ally and helped each other."

Rong Shuzhi sighed: "This is the Yang Chun I know. When my cultivation level recovers to the fourth level, I will go find her to tell the story."

He didn't ask about Mulihua's situation, even if the temple master didn't say anything, he could guess a little bit.

"Da'an Taoist and Daliang Wuzu signed a covenant, the two sides ceased fighting, good-neighborly and friendly, you know about this?"

Zhang Wenfeng heard that Taoist Supervisor and Da Tianshi waited for him to leave customs until the beginning of February next year. A few days before he left customs, they asked Tu Kun to go back from Sporadic Island to attend the covenant ceremony on his behalf.

Rong Shuzhi nodded, glanced at the spiritual energy stones, materials, magic weapons, inner armor, robes, talismans and other items piled up in the bottle, which were enough for him to recover to the third level. Skirt, he flipped through the dress with his spiritual sense, revealing an embroidered sachet, thinking about others after seeing things, leaving a glimmer of hope after all.

The grievances between the Wu clan and the Taoists have nothing to do with him, and it would be better to reconcile.

"You and I go back to the fairy temple to practice. The conditions there are better, and you can recover to the fourth level in a few years."

"Forget it, I'm still taking the orthodox imperial examination training path in the academy, nourishing the culture, cultivating the noble spirit, and the benefits of slowness. There is plenty of time in this life. When I walk, I will reach the top of the mountain and look around. A different landscape."

Rong Shuzhi rejected the kind invitation from the temple master, and said, "Have you used up that light cloud stone?"

Zhang Wenfeng took out the palm-sized thin gray stone that even the soaring Master Merlin said was valuable, and handed it to Rong Shuzhi. It was originally the treasure in the bottle, and said, "Do you need the second-tier to third-tier Boundary Breaking Pill? I can Find a way to find Dao Luyuan."

"No, I'm suppressing the speed of cultivation, so as not to be too shocking."

Rong Shuzhi said with a smile: "You stay on Sporadic Island for a while longer, just talk to me from time to time, and you don't need any help for anything else."

Zhang Wenfeng understood this guy's flamboyant intention to take advantage of the situation, rolled his eyes, and said, "I don't mind taking in an extra apprentice, little brother, you must know that monks who are crying and wanting to be my apprentice are gone."

"Pull it down, if you want to take advantage of me, there is no door."

The two chatted casually, chatting and chatting for more than an hour, a jar of old wine was drained, the accountant walked out of the tea house, the sun was not high in the west, and a few Confucianism cultivators dressed as scholars were waiting outside.

Zhang Wenfeng ignored it and walked towards the circular stone tower in the city.

Shui Qingru, who had been shopping nearby and purchased a lot of items, hurriedly followed, and looked back at the chubby young man who was explaining in a low voice to several scholars. The two looked at each other from a distance, and the young man smiled at her.

Zhang Wenfeng lived in a courtyard on the top of the mountain in the north of the city. He lived in seclusion, practiced swordsmanship every day, dismantled magic spells, chanted scriptures to bless the flow beads in his hands, fed the spiritual flames in the flow beads with wood fire every now and then, was familiar with the usage of bronze figurines, and occasionally communicated with soil. Kun, Fayuan, and Chu Qinger get together.

In ten days and a half months, I fly to the top of the mountain with a chicken feather as an arrow, and drink some spirit tea.

Shui Qingru is somewhat incomprehensible to a young man, a Confucianist cultivator at the beginning of the second level, chatting casually with his master like an old friend, not asking for advice on how to practice and comprehend spells, and chatting about useless poems.

From spring to autumn, Shui Qingru, who found a breakthrough direction, practiced diligently, finally broke through the bottleneck in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and took a small step forward to reach the second level of perfection. She is a martial artist without cultivation qualifications, and every step is not easy.

That young man came again that day, she was busy serving him by boiling water and cooking tea, listening to the chat between the master and the young man, when suddenly a horn came from the mountain to give an urgent warning, she listened carefully, and said:
"To the east, there are fourth-order masters approaching!"

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(End of this chapter)