Taoist chanting

The spring is sunny and the blue waves are boundless. Zhang Wenfeng holds the Xuanyuan sword in his hand and walks slowly on the sea.

Discussing and analyzing the mystery of superimposing six strengths with one punch of the magic weapon monk with his apprentice, he also learned by analogy. These days, he walked down from the top of the mountain and came to the northern sea area of ​​Scattered Island, trying to superimpose the flowing water sword intent he is most familiar with.

He pondered silently, accumulating sword intent, and every time he struck the sword, the momentum was astonishing, and the waves were surging.

The old man Mengmei fell into a deep sleep most of the time, tormenting in the beads, and could only wake up once in more than ten days. Even so, Yu Mengchang still insisted on accepting the washing of thoughts.

He practiced on the sea until noon, when he saw that the sky was getting dark and dark clouds were flying, he returned to the island.

Ordinary storms at sea are erratic, and after staying for such a long time, he has become accustomed to it.

Walking back to the edge of the island, big raindrops slapped down, and the strong wind whipped up waves as high as Zhang Xu, hitting the rocks and cliffs one after another. Zhang Wenfeng called out: "Apprentice!"

A figure rushed into the air from under the boiling water. The water was as clear as white mist and hot air coming out of a strong outfit. She shook the water droplets on her hair and said with a smile: "Master, I realized that one punch and two punches The method of superimposing forces is like the ups and downs of water waves, one wave has not calmed down and another wave has been born, I don't know if it is right?"

Zhang Wenfeng praised: "Master Magic Treasure is right, you are extremely talented in comprehending martial arts and boxing intentions."

Shui Qingru disagreed, and shouted: "Master, I have also learned the Flowing Sword Intent you taught me underwater. I prefer to be a sword repairer who walks the world with a sword. How magnificent it is."

"Haha, whatever you like, take back what I just said, apprentice, your swordsmanship talent is no worse than martial arts. I'll go back first, you should pay attention to rest while practicing underwater."

"Don't worry, I know what's going on in my heart. I'll wait a little longer and come back while I'm feeling fresh. You go slowly."

The two exchanged a few words, and Shui Qing jumped into the sea as if wrapped in moisture covering his slender figure.

The wind and waves became more and more violent, the waves crashed on the shore, and the sky was as dark as night.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't need to experience spiritual practice in a stormy and rainy day, he went back to the yard and boiled a pot of tea, leisurely and leisurely, listening to the whistling wind and admiring the torrential rain.

After drinking tea, spread paper on the desk and splash ink, and use freehand brushwork to depict the scene of stormy waves crashing against the reef. Flowing water and sword intent, wave after wave, smeared an almost completed scroll beyond recognition.

When the brush was bald and stopped, the ink was dripping on the desk, and there were many scratches, and the drawing paper had already been drawn to pieces.

He put down the bald pen that had made great achievements, and a sudden smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The superposition of sword intent turned out to be like this.

The sword energy is layered and endless.

After the rain, the clouds dispersed, the sky cleared up, and the blue sky was clear. Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the yard, sniffing the damp air, walked to the rugged rocks in the middle of the mountain, and saw the miscellaneous tree that he spent two months growing with wood gas. It was broken to only ten feet high.

The fresh tree stumps seemed to be mocking mouths split open into the sky.

He shook his head and smiled, the wood is beautiful in the forest and the wind will destroy it, he should not interfere with the growth of the trees on the mountain.

Time passed day by day, and in late autumn, the old man Meng Mei in Jushuizhu fell into a deep sleep. What was amazing was that Meng Mei, who was so weak that she had already reached the edge of despair, was faltering, but she just kept the fourth level and did not fall. …

Monk Fayuan finally sent off the two foreign monks and returned to Sporadic Island with a peaceful face.

The decadence on his body dissipated, and he looked good.

Three days later, Zhang Wenfeng took Shui Qingru, who had become more and more outstanding, and Tie Jinglin and He He, whose mood had recovered a lot, bid farewell and flew to the west. It's not as good as your own quiet nest.

Lezi, a martial artist who is hard-working and hard-working, has advanced to the third-level bone-forging level calmly. He sent a message to him with a flying sword a few days ago to find out when he will be able to return. People get married in a hurry, as the host and matchmaker, he must be there.

He found that the relationship between Xianlingguan became a mess. Lezi was Tukun's apprentice, and Yang Shuilan would definitely not condescend to Ai Tukun, and was still called by his peers. Peers call.

Forget it, let each call their own, let them be happy.

Before passing through the Daying Dynasty, Zhang Wenfeng sent a flying sword message in advance to greet Wen Yunqing, the sacrificial wine of Daying Xuegong, and declined Wen Yunqing's kindness to accompany him in person and invite him to be a guest at the Capital Xuegong. He didn't want to stay too long long, so as not to disturb the quietness of others.

After falling in Shuzhou City, Rong Shuzhi waited early after receiving the summons.

"Zhang Daochang is lucky to meet you!"

"Mr. Rong is polite!"

The two pretended to exchange a few polite words, Zhang Wenfeng made gestures and said with a smile: "Mr. Rong is getting taller."

Rong Shu greeted Shui Qingru like three people, and replied: "The knowledge in the belly is more advanced, you don't know about Zhang Daochang, I am now the master of Juren, honoring the lintel, honoring the ancestors."

"Congratulations, Congratulations to Mr. Rong High School."

Zhang Wenfeng casually took out three taels of silver and wrapped it in red paper, and handed it to Master Juren as a congratulatory gift.
Rong Shuzhi smiled and took it, and weighed it with his hands, so many people followed, especially with the clear water, it was impossible to take the temple master to the brothel to drink flower wine, he said before that he would invite the temple master to drink flower wine, of course Just joking around, I invited several people to take three luxury carriages, take them to the inn to settle down first, and then go to Hanmo Street of their Rong family.

The two square lintels erected in front of the gate of Rong Mansion look very grand.

Rong Shuzhi gave everyone a piece of ancient ink that is rare in the world and can be used as medicine, and then went to the restaurant to hold a banquet to wash away the dust, and treated them like home.

After resting for one night, Zhang Wenfeng left with several people and set off on the next morning. The politeness between him and Rong Shuzhi was for others to see. The trip has another meaning, which is to let Rong Shuzhi take advantage of the situation.

Rong Shuzhi sent it outside the city, cupped his hands and said: "After a few years, I will go to Daan to visit Daoist Zhang!"

"Waiting for your visit, Mr. Rong take care!"

"Daoist Zhang and fellow Taoists cherish the future, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there will be a period later."

Rong Shuzhi sent away a group of four people, and returned to the house until the four people were no longer visible in the sky. When they reached the gate of the city, they met Wen Yunqing, who offered wine at the Xuegong, and a group of Confucianism cultivators from the Shuzhou City Xuegong branch.

He guessed that these people would show up at the right time, and hurried forward to salute.

Wen Yunqing looked at the chubby boy, nodded approvingly and smiled and said, "Sure enough, he is a good-looking person with an imposing manner. No wonder Daoist Zhang cited him as a friend of Wangnian, so he specially settled down in Shuzhou City to visit him. Not bad, he has a bright future."

"Master Jijiu praises and praises the award, the book is ashamed."

"I heard that your knowledge is also very good, Rong Shuzhi, you walk with me, I will pass your poetry test."

"It's better to be respectful than to obey, Master Jijiu please!"

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