Taoist chanting

Lu Zijin had the cheek to ask for a look at the little snow-white beast, but Shui Qingru rejected it on the grounds that the little beast recognized him as his own. She is now dependent on the little beast, and no one can touch it except Master, Qian Jing and the other two. Petting the little beast, I had been reminded by the master long ago, so that Lu Zijin would not let Lu Zijin get close to the cub of Thunder Beast.

After ten or eight years, Lei Gongshou cultivated the ray of lightning in her body to develop innate supernatural powers. With a little self-protection power, she will not be coveted by all Lei Xiu. At that time, she will also dispel the evil spirit that surrounds her, and she can go out and travel.

He didn't care much about begging a boring Lu Zijin, he went to chat with the increasingly long-winded old cripple over wine.

On the morning of the Lantern Festival, He Guangjun came to visit alone.

After all, he has served as an official in the Daolu branch of Zhoucheng for ten years, and his clothes are no longer wrinkled and casual like before. He is wearing a decent black Taoist robe, clean and dust-free, with occasional brilliance in the sun, and his hair is well-groomed. Xia wears a green lotus crown, a black long sword inlaid with gemstones hangs from her waist, her thin lips are pursed and she smiles earnestly, her expression is stern and not angry.

Welcoming him to the west hall on the top of the mountain and serving tea, there was no outsider in front of him. He Guangjun spread his hands and leaned on the sandalwood chair, sighing: "It is difficult to climb up the mountain and difficult to climb the golden core. Once you break the realm, you will have two heavens. My master, Uncle Shen and the others A cultivator of the older generation, and many old cultivators of the sect, including Yun Qiuhe and her master, went on and on to break through, but they are too anxious, and they all want to fight for the false name, why bother?"

Zhang Wenfeng nodded in agreement. He had reminded Yue Anyan and Yun Qiuhe before that they couldn't completely let nature take its course when they were in a state of urgency. The chances were small instead. This was also the reason why Zhao Zhuer and Rong Shuzhi were not in a hurry. They stretched out their hands for tea and said: "You don't seem to be out of the ordinary?"

He Guangjun laughed dryly, his face was no longer dull, and his expression was vivid. "I practice swords, forge iron, sharpen swords on a secluded mountain in Zongmen, do trivial things, listen to insects and birds every day, enjoy the mountains and watch the sunrise and sunset, Hearing that my master and the others failed one after another, I was also worried at the time. I wanted to hone it for a few more years before going out. Save me. You don’t know how many eyeballs I broke after I left the customs, and my master laughed so hard that he burst into tears and elated.”

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and cupped his hands in congratulations, indicating that this is a matter of course, and he broke the pun in one fell swoop with the help of his sword intent comprehension.

There is such a precedent in the practice world, and He Guangjun accidentally fit into the Dao, which is considered to be an excellent opportunity.

After taking a sip of tea, He Guangjun continued: "A few days ago, Chen Shouzhong went to visit Tianlou as a guest. He procrastinated for many years and never got out of the ordinary way. He had seen too many failures, and he was worried that he would not be able to pass the test. He heard me talking about these things. Let’s see how lucky he is when he goes back to strengthen his confidence and practice his sword to sharpen his sword state.”

"Everyone has their own fate, and each has his own path of practice. When the time comes, just go forward boldly."

Zhang Wenfeng asked again: "How is Wu Ganping doing now? I haven't heard from him for many years since he left as the director of the Daolu branch in the county seat."

Due to the different status, the old friends in the past have no intersection, and have not been in touch for more than [-] years.

It is said that Fu Gujing from Xuanyun Guan was promoted to the Freedom Realm a few years ago and worked in a remote state city to help the sect.

"Old Wu's cultivation path was bumpy. He failed to advance to the third level for the first time, and finally succeeded in advancing again the year before last. Last winter, he invited himself to the Qianxi Island Country to fight. I was in retreat at that time."

After He Guangjun finished his idle business, he took out a large wooden box five feet by three feet high from the finger of his left hand, put it on the ground, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry to come to the door empty-handed, I made a special trip to Dayi Dynasty, and went to Tianxing Watching Burning to fulfill my wish Thank you Master, I asked them for this treasure, and I will give it to you as a gift."

More than [-] years ago, more than a dozen monks from Tianxing Temple helped Da'an to fight in the war. Later, the four surviving monks established a sect in Da'an, and today's Dengtianlou came into being. Zhang Wenfeng has heard about such a secret origin.

"Hehe, your old He's skin can't even pierce a flying sword, so you're embarrassed of me? Let's see what treasure you brought? It's so mysterious."

Zhang Wenfeng joked with a smile, peeled off the three yellow talismans stuck on the wooden box, and opened the wooden cover.

A deep coral-colored tree pier cushion is exposed, the wood grain is intricately spiraled like ancient runes, the carving is fine, and there is a circle of dove egg-sized decorations around it.
wood spar.

"Yushan Lingmu. Brother He, you are too particular about this. How can I refuse it? Isn't it bad for my reputation?"

Zhang Wenfeng chuckled, and took such a rare big tree stump treasure cushion directly into the storage space as his own, what politeness can he say to He Guangjun?

The other party came here specially today to repay him for the gift of the "Light and Cold Sword Manual".Wouldn't it be a shame to not accept the golden elixir sword cultivator?
Yushan wood ranked seventh on the list of spiritual trees, better than the jade tree, shadow tree, and endless wood he got.

Such a big Yushan tree stump is estimated to be two to 3000 years old.

Unlike ordinary trees, spiritual trees grow very slowly. It is said that the top three spiritual trees have the reputation of "a hundred-year-old tree".

The environment of the lower world where the spirit energy ebbs and flows once every thousand years cannot survive the top ten spirit trees at all.

The huge tree stump at the corner of the Hantan Cave Mansion in the secluded area of ​​Moling is just left by the ordinary Ling Zhimu. It has been old enough, and he can benefit a lot from meditating on it.

Heaven and earth are treasures, only those who are virtuous live there. If he wants to be a man of virtue, how can he be hypocritical and evade?

"Just now I said that my Lao He's thick skin is too thick for a flying sword to pierce through. According to me, your skin is better than a copper wall and an iron wall. You don't even say polite words. You look so ugly."

He Guangjun giggled dryly, inciting a poisonous tongue to return the sarcasm.

The two lost a few words to each other, and then exchanged their experience in swordsmanship and sword realm. Zhang Wenfeng specially summoned his apprentice Shui Qingru to meet with the elders of Jianxiu, cook tea and pass water, listen to some high-spirited talks of Jindan Jianxiu, and feel the sparks of inspiration collide and shine .

It was almost dusk, and the two sent He Guangjun away. "Sword repair demeanor, leisurely fascinated."

Shui Qingru released the little snow-white beast to climb on his shoulders, his eyes were sharp.

"You can do it too, step by step, ten years and a hundred years to go up steadily, and your achievements in the future will not be inferior to Lao He."

Zhang Wenfeng walked west along the creek with his hands behind his back, encouraging him.The female warrior bowed and saluted.

It is an honor in her life to be able to worship the Lord as her teacher.The years are long, and three years have passed without realizing it.

After Zhao Zhu'er led the fifth batch of apprentices, more than 20 people out of [-] became official disciples. She retreated for more than ten days, recovered her cultivation at the Golden Core Realm, and traveled far away hand in hand with the resurrected slough "Fang Bailan".

The mountains are high and the water is long, and the world is free and easy.

Heibuliuqiu's Gouwa has grown into a young man, still black and thin, as tall as a bamboo pole, with his cultivation at the early stage of the Gradient Realm, and his superb swordsmanship and fire skills, he has defeated the fourth batch of disciples invincibly. The No. 1 batch of disciples, Ye Weiyin, detoured when he saw a guy named Zhang Xuanan.

It's too annoying, and it's not ashamed to hurt people, and it can't be beaten.

Fan Chongfeng ate a vermilion fruit and advanced to the Freedom Realm. Qian Jing was still polishing his cultivation, and kept the vermilion fruit for the future breakthrough.

The other old disciples of Zhang Xuandong were not qualified enough back then, some were happy and some were worried, half of them were promoted, half of them declined, or retired to the countryside, or went to the foreign affairs hall.