Taoist chanting

Chapter 617

Looking at each other for two breaths, Rong Shuzhi came to his senses, the eyes of the little Nier in front of him were full of doubts and curiosity, he didn't know himself, it must be Zhang Guanzhu's narrow-mindedness and he didn't know what he said, he first bowed his hands to the three of Shu Cheng and invited the three of them Confucianism cultivators from the academy branch entered the room.

Shucheng laughed and said a few words of politeness, and asked the good student of Rongshu to entertain the distinguished guests, and the three of them left.

"Little Ni'er, you are still the same. How is Yang Chun? Please come to the house."

Rong Shuzhi smiled and stretched out his hand to ask, his right hand fluttered with a few fingers, making a special gesture of rolling mountains and hills, and then put it away in an instant, looking at Xiao Ni'er, his eyes were full of the gratifying smiles of relatives and friends after the catastrophe.

"Uh wow...God, you're still alive..."

Little Ni'er was so excited that he jumped up, his eyes were shining brightly like jewels, he opened his arms and swooped in, throwing himself into his arms excitedly, bumping the fat boy Ruxiu with a low cultivation level and sitting on his buttocks on the ground, A solid fall.

"Hush...naughty!"

Rong Shuzhi was also very happy, and stretched out two fingers to stop the little girl from speaking out, he didn't want everyone to know, so he floated and stood holding the little guy who couldn't put it down rise.

Lu Zijin was dumbfounded, it seemed that there was no need to be tied up, and whether Xiao Ni'er would go back or not was a matter of choice.

"What do you call the distinguished guest... Hey, it's you!"

Rong Shuzhi hugged the little Ni'er who was hanging on his body, and asked the big man with a smile. He was not cultivated, but his vision and brain were not lacking, and he could see the heels of the big man in front of him with a restrained breath.

He used to see donkeys often in his remnant state, and he was very familiar with the eyes of donkeys.

"Strange, why do you know everything, who are you?"

Lu Zijin followed into the door, muttering in his mouth, thinking hard, who is this mysterious guy?
One thing is certain, this young Confucian cultivator is familiar with Xiao Ni'er and Water God Empress, and he is also a figure from more than five hundred years ago. How could he know him?

The old gatekeeper closed the door and retreated into the gatehouse to take a nap, there was no need for him to serve the young master.

After entering the living room, after the restraint was imposed, Rong Shuzhi took Xiao Ni'er down, boiled water to make tea, and casually asked about Yang Chun and Xiao Ni'er's recent situation. He already knew some things in the past.

Xiao Ni'er returned to her original shape, with a red fish tail showing from the hem of her skirt, swimming happily in the elegant room.

She annoyed the empress back then, so she often went to hide in the mansion of Empress Mu and in the temple of God Zhongshan. If there was anything delicious and interesting, God Zhongshan and Empress Qiuyun would bring it to her. They were all jealous and said that they would give her to the childless Empress Qiu Yun and Zhong Shanshen as their daughters.

The past and the past have become clouds and smoke, and five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"What? Yang Chun is going to get married, haha, good thing, she has such high vision, which handsome man did she fall in love with? I definitely have to go, her temper, I dare not go, did she tell you to marry me?" tied up?"

Rong Shuzhi saw the little girl's look sullen, and asked, "What's the matter? Tell me what wronged you? Is your uncle ugly?"

"It's not ugly, I... I'm just not happy when my mother is married."

Little Ni'er pursed her mouth, and there was mist swirling in her eyes.

Rong Shuzhi rubbed the little girl's head, and comforted in a warm voice, he understood Yang Chun's intention of sending the little guy here, and asked him to enlighten the depressed little guy who was disappointed and unhappy.

It was originally appropriate for Mulihua to persuade her about this matter, since she heard that there was a gap between Yang Chun and Mulihua.

Then let him come, he feels sorry for the helpless eyes of the little guy.

Lu Zijin patted his thigh, and through the few words they said, he finally guessed who the young Confucian scholar in front of him was.

"You are the mountain god that the temple master kept in the bottle back then! It's a pleasure to meet you, a pleasure to meet you!"

"you are welcome!"

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It took three days for Zhang Wenfeng to lead a group to walk through the ups and downs of the mountains.

Let the three of Qian Jing and the others see the mountain ghost spirit that can change color and hide invisible and stir up the mountain wind, the natural enemy of grass and tree spirits, the shadow-hunting spirit, the grass ghost snake that can hurt people invisible by chanting spells, and the little monster spirit with all kinds of strange things. They were eye-opening.

Returning to the vicinity of Biyi Peak, Zhang Wenfeng saw a group of Shanzawa Yexiu chasing and fighting over the mountains in the distance, Zhang Wenfeng felt like going back in time, and he seemed to encounter something when he passed this place several times.

Seven or eight people were chasing and intercepting a man wearing a black mask.

The man was covered in scars, his gray robe was stained with blood, and only half of the long sword in his hand was left. The situation was precarious. Seeing the group of people below, the burly man seemed to have found a savior, and hoarsely shouted: "Daozhang Zhang, help!"

"Fan Chongfeng, why is he still hanging out in the wild?"

Zhang Wenfeng was slightly surprised. He heard the voice of the other party. It was the spy Xie Hufa had arranged to go into the wild. He had photographed him several times in the wild. under the credit.

It is said that with such a great achievement, after more than ten years, shouldn't they still send spies who can't see the light in the wild?
"Lu Huan, drive away those wild cultivators and save people."

Zhang Wenfeng ordered.

It's been a bit of a mess, after so many years, he hasn't reached the perfection of the Gradient Realm, and his body is entangled with evil and resentment. If he just passed by, Fan Chongfeng would not be able to pass this level, and he has to confess to eliminate the calamity here.

The mountain badger turned into a black shadow and flew several miles away.

Hearing a burst of "bang bang", "click" and "ouch", the eight people who were besieged had no power to fight back, and it was too late for them to scatter in all directions. Falling, broken tendons and fractures are not uncommon, and the screams can be heard endlessly.

After being hit by a mountain badger, several field repairers reckoned that it would take at least a month of treatment and recuperation to recover.

This is also the reason why the temple master specially ordered to "drive away people". The mountain badger restrained his strength and didn't dare to use too much force. Otherwise, where would there be a whole body left behind?
Wearing a mask, Fan Chongfeng supported his body with the hilt of the broken sword in both hands, gasping for breath to stop the bleeding from many wounds. Looking at the mountain badger, which was taller and stronger than a bear, he killed all the wild beasts with just a few breaths. Xiu bumped and flew, coming and going like the wind, and rescued him from the brink of life and death.

He swallowed hard. Back then, he had seen a mountain badger the size of a dog that hadn't advanced to the second level.

At this time and at that time, he worked so hard that he was not as good as a mountain badger, and the gap was so far that he couldn't help feeling sad.

After adjusting his breath for a while, the masked man put his sword back into its sheath, swayed and flew to the foot of the mountain several miles away, saw Zhang Guanzhu waiting under the shade of a tree, and bowed his hands: "Fan Chongfeng, wild cultivator, thank you Daoist Zhang for your help and life-saving, Please report later!"

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to help, and said strangely: "Aren't you working as a wind patrol envoy in Nanjiang Prefecture? How did you become a wild cultivator?"

It is not fun to lose the monk status of the Da'an Dynasty and be a precarious wild monk.

"Hey, it's hard to say. At the beginning, Xie Yuanzheng had an arrangement for me. Unfortunately, after Xie Yuanzheng left office, I was framed by a villain. I was even exposed as a spy in the wild. As a result... I was assassinated by bandits and my family was ruined. , It was miserable, I was forced to do nothing, I could only stab my face, disfigured and fled to the wild. Later, I was hunted down by Yamazawa Nosu for revenge, and I put on a mask to hide from XZ, and I haven’t lived a few years. , if Daoist Zhang hadn't joined hands, I would have explained here today."

The man took off the blood-stained mask, and the dark red scars on his face were scattered all over the face, looking hideous and frightening.

Qian Jing let out a low cry, not daring to look any further.

Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand and asked the three girls to wait. He didn't intend to meddle in other people's business at first, but he just happened to meet a spy who was born and died for Da'an, and now he is in a miserable state, but he couldn't justify it by asking.

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