Taoist chanting

On Guanpu Rock, Zhang Wenfeng stood on the steps under the stone eaves holding Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, looking to the north.

Through the dense water mist, ignoring the gorgeous water rainbow formed under the sun, staring at the roaring Pilian Waterfall in the distance, he is as still as a pine, with the breeze blowing slightly beside him.

Unknowingly, he was immersed in it, and the shadow of the illusory dharma appeared behind him, moving with the wind.

There is an alternation of day and night, and the sun and the moon are as fast as a shuttle.

Zhang Guanzhu didn't know when he closed his eyes, the blue brilliance on his body was like a thin mist, and the green glow slightly emitted by the Xuanyuan sword slowly penetrated and blended together, and they complemented each other regardless of each other at the back.

The illusory dharma appears every once in a while, and then disappears after a while.

After such five reincarnations, it will no longer appear.

The string of nine-star beads on his left wrist, which he has worn for many years, is round and bright, with slightly different colors, some are darker green, some are darker red, and the overall color is still dark brown. .

A black shadow fluttered to the ground, turning into the figure of a fairy-like old man, leaning on a cane in his hand.

You Mengchang stretched out comfortably in the yard of the stone house, looking at the majestic waterfall in the distance, he was slightly surprised, the waterfall falling from the sky is not simple, it seems to be formed by the eyes of some powerful heaven and earth formation. .

The more he looked at it, the more surprised he was, the formation technique was so mysterious and unfathomable, his eyes made him dizzy.

Quickly gather your mind and don't dare to stare and speculate, the world is so big, even in the lower world, there are unborn masters who live in seclusion.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Taoist Zhang has broken into the forbidden area of ​​which expert?
He can sense the suppression of the forbidden law here. Fortunately, he has recovered the fourth-level cultivation base and will be able to resist. Otherwise, he will be in a mess if he comes out rashly with a third-level body, and it will be very troublesome to return to the water-gathering bead again. .

Taoist Zhang hadn't recited scriptures for several months, and he naturally woke up from his deep sleep to practice.

Walking slowly in the dusty stone courtyard, I haven't come out for a long time, and it feels very good to breathe occasionally.

Walking in front of the stone wall facing the gate, You Mengzhang fiddled with the thick dust on the ground with a fuzzy crutch in his hand, revealing eight small characters: "It's a blessing in disguise."

Although he doesn't know the allusion of "Sai Weng", he can understand the meaning of it from the literal meaning.

The old man Meng Mei, who had been living and dying, couldn't help but stare in a daze. After a long while, a strange look of laughing and crying appeared on his face, and he let out a strange low voice of "woo woo".

He didn't know who engraved this horoscope, but it evoked countless ups and downs in his heart, the past is unbearable to look back on.

Around the eight small characters, like a donkey grinding wheat, it made countless circles.

"That's all, 'Yan Zhi is not a blessing, let's take a walk and see."

The old man Mengmei let go of his mind and looked at the waterfall in the distance for a while, and then looked at Taoist Zhang who was practicing meditation under the eaves, and finally his eyes fell on the bronze sword in Zhang Taoist's hand, secretly admiring: "What a great talent for swordsmanship, Raising the sword weapon with the sword energy and meaning of the sword, cultivated a trace of sword essence, and this sword is not an ordinary treasure. It's amazing."

He saw that Taoist Zhang was not suppressed by the forbidden law, and his practice had come to an end, so he floated down the stone house and fell under the boulder.

After two days of wandering on an isolated island two or three miles in size, the old man Mengmei, who had seen the mysterious waterfall, did not dare to try to get out of the isolated island once. The river surrounding the island was connected with the waterfall, and he did not want to fall into the abyss and suffer.

Returning to the stone house, he quietly escaped into the water-gathering bead, and continued to sleep to absorb the mixed soul power.

Half a day later, Zhang Guanzhu, who had stood like a statue for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes, the blue mist on his body gradually subsided, and he raised the Xuanyuan sword in his hand to take a closer look. He was at the beginning of immersing himself in the realm of cultivation, and in a flash of inspiration, he changed to the Xuanyuan sword.

When he watched the waterfall at the beginning, he felt a ray of natal sword intent, which he spent more than ten years cultivating and growing.

Utilizing the mystery on Guanpuyan, using the sword spirit to connotate the meaning of the sword, the natal sword spirit was successfully bred into a trace of sword essence by chance and coincidence.

Sword energy transforms meaning, sword meaning contains essence, and sword essence can transform into sword spirit.

With the sword of the sword spirit, there are infinite possibilities. It can be unsheathed and fight with people. The magic weapon is so powerful that it is stronger than the master's drive
To be more flexible, and even have the chance to be promoted to a fairy weapon, of course it will take an extremely long time, and a unique opportunity is needed.

With a comfortable smile on his face, he sheathed the Xuanyuan sword that had been able to communicate with each other, his eyes suddenly focused, and he saw the eight small characters in front of the stone courtyard, the traces were fresh and clear, has anyone come up?
After thinking about it, he thought it was impossible. This isolated island was left by Mo Ye for him to watch the waterfall and feel his feelings. The three big monsters couldn't get in.

He glanced at the beads on his wrist, it must have been the case when Yumeng grew out.

He didn't know how long he had been in seclusion, and he didn't chant scriptures every day. It was normal for You Mengchang to go out after waking up.

Taking out the black jade slip and holding it in his hand, he made a tactic, and the whole person disappeared under the stone eaves.

I asked the guard disciple of Lingcao Ridge when Jinxi was, and when he learned that he had been in seclusion for nearly half a year, Zhang Wenfeng showed a hint of helplessness at the corner of his mouth, and flew into the air towards the northeast.

The Fairy Temple in mid-June is hidden in emerald green.

The wind blows the rice waves, and the flowers and trees are fragrant.

Tu Kun, who was walking by the stream and giving instructions to his apprentices, suddenly looked up to the southwest, and said, "The Master is back."

He didn't go anywhere after he came back, because the temple master sent him a message with Feijian in advance, asking him to be in charge of the tokens for entering and exiting Moling's secluded realm. At present, only his cultivation level is suitable for the fairy temple.

It would be a lie to say that I am not curious about the blessed land of the hairpin ancestor.

Many juniors of the Zongmen came out of the secret realm last year and advanced to the third rank.

Qian Jing looked over happily, and soon saw a black dot appearing in the air, and when she turned her head to look again, Master had disappeared.

Zhang Wenfeng landed on the top of Xianling Mountain, and said with a smile: "Send Senior Sister Yue and Yun Qiuhe into the secret realm, I will retreat for a little time, and I will delay it for more than two months, and let the earth guardian wait for a long time, forgive me, forgive me!"

Tu Kun smiled and waved his hands, "Okay, don't be polite to me."

The two walked towards the west hall, and Tu Kun said in a deep voice, "I think we should go into Zhenlong Cave. After ten years, that cunning dragon soul will definitely recover a lot of cultivation. If it takes too long It would be dangerous to go any longer.”

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, "It's about time, okay, I'll let Yang Shuilan and Luzi come in, Xiao Nier. Forget it, don't call her, she will be suppressed by the blood of the Dragon Soul when she goes, so she won't cause trouble for us.

Lei Li Fengxing sent a flying sword message to the two of them, inviting them to go to Town Dragon Cave to consume the cultivation base of the Dragon Soul.

Never give the Dragon Soul the chance to recover some of its strength.

He originally wanted to wait for his cultivation to advance to a lower level before going. Now that the earth guardian has proposed, it’s okay to go now. High-level monks occasionally have unpredictable premonitions on a whim, so just go along, maybe wait a few years after he advances. Go again, things will change.

The two sat opposite each other to boil water and make tea, chatting about matters of the sect.

Tu Kun talked about Gouwa, who was always busy in the fields, and praised: "It is indeed a good seedling who can practice swords. I accidentally saw that little guy took a branch to cut the weeds in the field horizontally and vertically. The sword frame It's very similar to 'horizontal sword style' and *longitudinal sword style', although it makes a mess, but there is a rare trace of sincerity in it."

He also copied a copy of the "Light and Cold Sword Manual" back then, and pondered over the Sword Manual when he was idle on Scattered Island.

When I saw it that day, I was very surprised.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "We still have to give him some tempering, 'If jade is not cut, it cannot be used, and if one does not learn, one will not know righteousness. Otherwise, I would not dare to teach him swordsmanship skills."

The better the talent, the greater the disaster if you don't follow the right path.