Taoist chanting

There were only two figures, one big and one small, left on the top of Jianping Mountain. The setting sun stretched the shade of the trees in the distance and cast them lightly on the ground.

Gouwa watched the temple master silently pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, looking at the sky for a while, and the ground for a while.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his heart was gloomy. This time, he was finally, probably going to be kicked out of the mountain gate by the temple master.

He resented that he couldn't get rid of eating shit, so why did he have to be serious with the fourth batch of guys who were classmates for a year, he didn't expect to be caught by the master this time, and he would be in trouble, if he couldn't eat it, he would walk around.

Seeing the temple master standing still suddenly, when he turned around to look around, Gou Wa said first with a face full of pain: "Monastery master, my disciple is wrong, next time I won't dare to gather crowds to gamble, don't dare to bet on lottery...

Zhang Guanzhu was a little surprised, the little guy has been in Xianling Temple for nearly five years, his acting skills have become more and more exquisite, and his expression is very good, he said: "Go to the Zhanglv Hall to receive the punishment yourself, knowing your mistakes can make a big difference, don't do it again next time."

Gou Wa's heart fell to the ground, he had been to the Zhanglu Hall for a long time, and he got to know several uncles well, so he hurriedly bowed his hands and said, "Yes, I dare not do it again!" He raised his eyes and squinted, then thought Resign and run away.

"It's not time for dinner, practice all the sword skills you have learned."

"Drill it all over again?...Yes, the disciple takes orders!"

Gouwa pulled out the bamboo sword from his waist, thought for a while, and made a starting gesture, starting with the most basic Bagua sword, and practiced move by move.

He was eager to learn more and more complicated things, and wanted to make a good impression in front of the audience, so he swung his sword vigorously and walked around the field, with various sword styles.

Zhang Wenfeng looked very speechless. In just a short while, the little guy had already changed several sword skills such as Bagua Sword, Fire Piercing Sword, Illusory Fire Sword, and Raging Flame Shadow Sword. It's like that, and it's pleasing to the eye, as if it's been immersed in it for several years.

The sound of the meal bell came from the direction of Qingzheng Bieyuan, and Gouwa relaxed the bamboo sword in his hand. Seeing that the master did not stop, he continued to practice with the sword, practiced all the sword techniques he had practiced, and closed his posture with the sword in his arms.

"The instructor who taught you swordsmanship, did you ever teach you the principle of specializing in one at the beginner stage?"

"Yes, Daoist Gao said it, but Daoist Zhao also said, "Learn swords according to your ability, and don't stick to one style. I learned a few more swordsmanship, and Daoist Zhao even taught me."

Gouwa responded respectfully and lowered his hands, just like facing the teacher in the training hall.

Zhang Wenfeng asked: "Why didn't you rehearse the "Vertical Sword Style" that you have learned before?"

He understood what Zhao Zhuer meant, and wanted the little guy to learn more and practice more, until he found the sword technique that suits him, and then focus on practicing one, to feel the meaning of the sword. Anyway, the little guy learns swords very quickly, and sharpens the sword well. A woodcutter can also open up the little guy's sword path.

Gou Wa scratched the back of his head, and smiled embarrassedly: "At Lingbao Temple, my disciples watched you teach Tong Guan how to practice swords, and learned two styles. I don’t know, it seems that the more I practice, the more wrong it becomes.”

"It's okay, just practice it, and I'll check it out for you."

"Yes, disciple obeys!"

Gouwa held the hilt of the bamboo sword at his waist in his right hand, and gathered his momentum silently. After a long while, he suddenly drew his sword and swung it down in the air ahead. Stepping and dragging the sword horizontally, and cooperating with the waist, the two styles of swordsmanship are completely different from the previous showmanship.

With the two types of fierce swordsmanship, mixed with the swordsmanship he knew, he won a lot of prizes for him.

Seeing the little guy withdrawing his sword anticlimactically, without returning to defense, Zhang Wenfeng was not demanding, took out a previously made mahogany sword from the receiving space, and said: "From now on, you will specialize in practicing the "Flaming Shadow Sword", and put the rest first. put."

He waved it casually, and the sword shadows in the air overlapped like a forest, and the green flames surged like waves.

Wherever it passes, the shadow of the sword is flying, and the sword is surging.

Different swordsmanship landscapes, the killing intent is contained in them, and they can be triggered at the touch of a button.

Withdrawing the sword at will, he said to Gouwa, who was staring at him with his eyes wide open, and nodded his head fiercely: "You first practice the nine basic sword moves of "Raging Flame Shadow Sword" thoroughly, and spend more time every day practicing "stab, chop, hang, point, collapse, cloud, wipe, wear, press,

At the beginning of practicing swordsmanship, it was relatively boring, but it was a boost to the state of mind after getting through it. "

He gave instructions in his mouth, and slowly disassembled the basic sword pose with the wooden sword in his hand.

There was a time when he dabbled extensively in a large number of swordsmanship, learning from others' strengths, in order to break through to the "He Yihe" sword state, and he was no stranger to the common five-element swordsmanship.

One is serious in teaching, and the other is focused in learning, without realizing that it is getting dark.

After teaching the basic sword poses, he waved his hand to tell the little guy to go to the dining hall to find food. Zhang Wenfeng floated down the mountain and walked by the winding stream.

Learning the new by reviewing the past, during the process of teaching the sword, he was touched a little, and while he was free from body training, he also had to review what he had learned before, and continue to lay a solid foundation.

Take a medicated bath every half a month to temper your body and enjoy the pain of exercise. At other times, you will occasionally teach apprentices, or go to Jianping to teach Gouwa to practice swords with a few disciples, or go to Xitanling to perform magical powers for Zhumu to water a field. Green mist, feed a little divine soil, or draw a sketch, listen to Leng Xiang playing the guqin, and so on.

Every day, I hold the sword and walk silently among the streams and forests.

The days are like water, and the years are quiet.

I heard that the land in the far west is still in war. Chen Qingqiao took the lead and led the army of monks to suppress the rebellion at every step. He fought thousands of miles from east to west and recovered forty or fifty islands.

There are two free-form monks in Xianlingguan who went to participate in the battle experience.

Yue Anyan was still wandering off the beaten path, he didn't know where to go, and didn't bother to inquire.

Before the end of the new year, You Mengchang, who had been wandering outside for half a year, returned to the mountain gate, and watched Taoist Zhang instructing his disciples to practice swords without making a sound.

"Learning three thousand swords is not as good as specializing in one style. Zhang Xuanan concentrated on the basic sword style and mastered the "Hands and Hands Sword" state in five months. Moreover, his fire technique training and kung fu techniques have not fallen behind, and he can use the flame sword by analogy. The cultivation has also broken through a small level, so you guys should work harder and strive for the top, so that you can have a breakthrough in your cultivation as soon as possible."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't hesitate to speak, and praised Gouwa who wanted to restrain his joy but couldn't restrain his excitement anyway. He didn't ask Gouwa to achieve hand-to-hand coordination in three months, but let Gouwa practice swords naturally.

He wants the little guy to experience the benefits and achievements of specialization in one style, and gradually get rid of the problem of dog babies being greedy.

Teaching students according to their aptitude, it is worthwhile to spend more time now. He believes that Gouwa's future achievements will not be inferior to that of Shui Qingru who has achieved the sword state of "harmony with meaning". At the threshold of mood, the future is limitless.

The future is long, and he wants to let the fairy watch a hundred flowers bloom.

In the future, if you ascend to the upper realm, you won't be treated coldly because of your weak power, or even be called out by your seniors.

He has been preparing for that day all the time. Without long-term considerations, there must be near-term worries. The upper world is not so beautiful. It is said that the forces are mixed, and thousands of years old monsters emerge in endlessly.

Don't just stare at the pond in front of you, but broaden your horizons.