Taoist chanting

The tall slender woman in a gray Taoist robe walked down the mountain indifferently, her heart was cold and slightly sad. In the five years of life and death, she has seen too many conspiracies and tricks, and the darkness and blood in the world. She actually does not agree that she has killed too much.

Those people in the Duxian Islands, whether they are monks or mortals, most of them should be killed in her eyes.

When they ambushed and killed Ku Zexiu, when they were seriously injured and weak, those who set fire to them and drove dogs to bite them in the dark were those seemingly poor guys, because their heads were valuable, and their eyes glowed green in the dark. The same is lurking just around the corner, not once or twice, but every time.

Many fellow teams, when they were seriously injured and placed alone, not one or two were brutally swarmed up by the mob.

Thieves are like leeks, who are resurrected after being cut.

She didn't like that sinful place, and she didn't like the vicious eyes of countless prying eyes in the dark.

The bandit slave who kills endlessly, whenever she encounters an ambush or pursues a thief, she will let go of her hands and feet and kill wantonly, no matter whether he is a monk or a mortal, there are no survivors in the killing field, so first ensure the safety of her team.

She had honed her heart to be as hard as iron, and she was no longer the innocent girl who was struggling to improve her cultivation level when she sparred and injured her opponent.

The probing hand released the cub of the thunder beast that had been locked up all the way from the gray leather bag around his waist. With his left hand, he hugged the little furry little guy who had been with her for three years and hadn't grown much. With his right hand, he gently stroked her and named her "Snowball". "The cub head.

Only in this way can she quickly calm down the depression in her heart and the evil spirit in her body.

The cub devoured countless spirit stones, half-closed his eyes to enjoy the caress of his master, and twice, the little guy showed his sharp claws, fiercely biting to death the fierce dog and the human who tried to attack the master.

Hearing the donkey master's unique laughter from the air, the female martial artist went straight down the mountain without stopping.

Qian Jing jumped out from behind the tree, her eyes lit up and she yelled, "What a cute dog, give me a hug!"

Shui Qingru melted the only evil energy left on his body, restrained himself invisible, with a long-lost smile on his face, lightly patted the snowball that Qian Jing drilled into her arms, and taught: "Don't bite people, understand?" ? Giving her a hug won’t lose you a piece of meat, and give me less garlic.”

With the spirituality of the cub Snowball, he was able to understand her words long ago.

Pulled out the little guy who was twisting his ass to protest his reluctance, and handed it to the happy Qian Jing. When she was in the Duxian Islands, she hadn't touched the snowball to anyone.

"Sister Qingru, what does it like to eat?"

"It eats all kinds of spiritual fruit, spiritual grass, and spiritual stones, so it doesn't make a fuss about it."

"What's its name...why don't you eat the spirit fruit I fed, then I'll change it again."

"Snowball, it's probably not hungry yet."

Shui Qingru knew that the little guy would not eat food from outsiders, so she excused herself with a smile.

The two girls teased the poor and aggrieved Thunder Beast cub, and walked towards the yard of the residence to the east.

From time to time along the way, fellow monks greeted Shui Qingru and saluted Shui Qingru.

On the top of the mountain, You Mengchang disappeared in advance, escaped from the west hall and drifted away to play somewhere, he didn't want to contact outsiders.

Since ancient times, the Mengmei clan has been a mysterious existence.

Guanzhu Zhang chatted with the restless little Ni'er, Lu Zijin honestly boiled water and cooked tea, the temple master glanced down the mountain, showing a hint of a smile, such a cute cub of the thunder beast, the apprentice can survive such a strong evil spirit Not lost mind, thanks to that little beast.

The moment Shui Qingru released the cub of Thunder Beast, the donkey froze in the air like an electric shock, noticing the unusualness of the little beast, he had an uncontrollable vague thought in his mind, and devoured the little thing.

Just like the wolf king found a mastiff king cub in his territory, he had to get rid of it quickly.

It has nothing to do with right or wrong, it's about the instinct to fight for the way on the way of practice.

Zhang Wenfeng noticed Lu Zijin's absent-mindedness and silence, as well as the greedy and strange eyes that occasionally glanced at the foot of the east mountain. Soul chalcedony beads, bring me to help you seal the mantra, and make it into a magic weapon for guarding the mind."

Lv Zijin does not think about it, laughing

Take out the pearls that have been worn for many years and have become bright and colorful.

Xiao Ni'er watched as the temple master used a fine magic tool to carve the seal on the surface of the beads, leaving behind the runes of the mantra of the Yuan court as light as a spider's thread, which was so complicated that it took less than half a quarter of an hour. Engraving is complete.

There are multicolored brilliance flashing and fading beads inside.

The surface of the beads is as smooth as ever, and there are no traces of engraving.

"My lord, how about carving some mantras for my "Carp Leaping over the Dragon's Gate" jade carving to make it into a magic weapon?"

Little Ni'er didn't know what politeness was, so she took down the big colorful jade carving hanging from her neck.

Zhang Wenfeng took it casually, looked at it for a moment, and carved it on the scales. With his current level of talisman making, it is easy to carve a simple talisman vessel, and said: "I will rest for a few days before setting off, Xiaoni Son, you can help me guard the Zongmen for a few days, during this time, you can play here or go back."

There is civil turmoil on Qianxi Island in the far west, and he wants to know more about it.

The next trip to Zhenlong Cave may take ten days and half a month.

"I'm playing here, I'm too lazy to run back and forth for a few days, Lu Zijin, you're not going back, are you?"

"I haven't been back to the mountain gate for a long time, stay for a while."

Lu Zijin was a little absent-minded.

Helping Xiao Ni'er finish carving the mantra runes on the jade carving, drinking tea and chatting with clean hands, a talisman flashed into the door, Zhang Wenfeng waved to catch the yellow talisman, after a little inspection, he stood up and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist from Nine Crane Palace Come to visit, I have to go to greet you. Are you going with me, or..."

"I don't know, don't be interested in meeting a bad old man. Let's go play with Hu Qiang'er and Leng Xiang. It's been a long time since I snatched Sha Ni's toys, hehe."

Xiao Ni'er dragged Lu Zijin and ran away.

Zhang Wenfeng shook his head with a smile, and the little Ni'er, who didn't grow up, floated out.

Feng Qiyue and Feng Qiyue, who came to visit, exchanged polite greetings at the Xinshan Gate Archway for a while, without too many red tapes, and invited the guests into the new hall on the mountain to burn incense, and then went to the side hall to serve tea and talk.

Feng Qiyue said a few more words of gratitude. He had come to the end of all hardships, passed through an important pass, and took out a simple and simple jade tube from his cuff with a tight seal on it. Now, please don’t shirk, Master Zhang.”

There are two little sprites from the ancient wood in the Fairy Spirit Temple, and the well-informed sects all know about it.

Giving a gift is not about giving it precious, but about giving it just right.

Zhang Wenfeng laughed and said, "Brother Feng, you're making it clear that you won't let me shirk, you're too polite."

He is in need of divine soil to cultivate vermilion wood, even if other sects have stocks, most of them will not exchange them, Feng Qiyue's move can be regarded as a seasoned gift, and he is a fastidious person.

After chatting for half an hour, Feng Qiyue, who had achieved the purpose of dating, left with satisfaction and went back.

Zhang Wenfeng saw off the guests, and he strolled by the stream, watching the sneaky son go into the courtyard with clear water, he wanted to see what kind of trouble that fellow was going to make.

Under his nose, do you still want to eat that little beast?
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