Taoist chanting

The battlefield outside the territory has the difference between day and night. During the day, the light is gray and the wind and chill are slightly weaker.

The clouds in the sky are piled up, most of the time they are thick lead ash that covers the sky and the sun, and occasionally there is a gap to expose the sun, which is also pale, and the body does not feel warm, but cold to the bone.

Three months later, Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the room and greeted You Lao who was basking in the sun in the small yard in front.

With the Yin Soldier Talisman and the ghost card on his body, he has adapted to the unique gravity of this place. Using the hand formula Mo Ye taught him long ago, he can convert the ubiquitous Yin Qi into the energy he needs, compared to when he was in the world. It has been a lot of trouble to practice.

He only needs to maintain his daily homework and practice, and keep improving slowly.

He spends most of his time figuring out the fit between several sword intents and the environment here, so that he can choose one of them to comprehend the power of rules, and repeatedly try and compare, and exclude the Lihuo sword intent and the winding silk sword intent, leaving three swords Each has its own advantages and disadvantages, which made him unable to make up his mind for a while.

"The element of water belongs to yin, the element of wood is impartial, suitable for you, and the sword intent of light and cold is the element of gold. Although it can draw the golden evil spirit mixed in the air here and enhance the power of the sword intent, it conflicts with the cold, waiting for you There will be trouble at the critical moment of comprehension, when it is excluded from the choice, you will not go wrong no matter how you choose the remaining two. "

You Meng is always a bystander and gives his advice directly.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly in thought. In fact, he was more interested in the light-cold sword intent. When fighting with the demon's daughter, he used the light-cold sword intent. The power of the sword intent was greatly increased, and the daughter of the demon was terribly miserable.

"I choose to comprehend the sword intent of flowing water. I heard from Jiuming that there are two outcropping Styx rivers converging near Gucheng. The water from the secluded spring he entertained me last time was collected and condensed by several maids from the springs of the Styx river underground. Practicing swords by the water helps me to comprehend the rules, and there are very few trees in the battlefield outside the territory, let alone the thousand-year-old spiritual plants I need."

Zhang Wenfeng resolutely gave up the dead wood sword intent as a breakthrough for the first time to comprehend the rules. There are so many thoughts and ideas, and when he has a choice, his heart is like a mirror, and the waves don't move.

Zhang Wenfeng replied via voice transmission: "Fame is like floating clouds to me, passing by with no dust in my heart."

Zhang Wenfeng turned his head and asked Huercha to collect the guard of honor, and asked, "Captain Huercha, I need to find a place with strong water essence and mild wind for cultivation. You are familiar with this place, so please do me a favor."

Hu Ercha pointed to the right, and said: "Twenty miles downstream, there is a bend in the river, which may be suitable for the practice of Talisman."

Zhang Wenfeng ordered, and Lian De, who was waiting at the side, flew quickly, opened the courtyard door, and invited Captain Huercha, who was a little surprised and thought he had gone through the wrong door, to come in.

After traveling for another twenty miles, the dark-haired boy compared the whole way, and was very satisfied with this place, which not only avoids the disturbance of many ghosts, but also is a backwater bay, where the wind gathers energy, which is suitable for his daily practice, and also takes into account the tempering of the dark wind. soul power.

In the city, there are aristocratic ghost cultivators from various halls and sites, and those with strong family power, shouting and hugging before going out, and the scene is not small.

"The talisman is used to travel, and the ghosts avoid it!"

The dark boy communicated a few words with Taoist Zhang.

Zhang Wenfeng said that he would stay here for three to five years. Hu Ercha ordered his soldiers to flatten the two dilapidated mudstone courtyards at the height of the river bend, and rebuild a suitable residence for them to live in, which could shelter them from wind and rain. He stayed with Zhang Fu at every step to move around.

It is a due courtesy that he knocks on the door every month.

However, when meeting face-to-face with a human Taoist priest escorted by official Yin soldiers, he had to get out of the way.

Zhang Wenfeng returned the gift with a smile, and invited Captain Hu Ercha to sit down in the hall of the cave. He said that he intends to practice at the confluence of the Styx river fifty miles outside the city, and asked Captain Hu Ercha to accompany him.

"Go and open the door. If we go out with him, we can save a lot of things."

"That's just right, I need to absorb the water essence of the Styx River to strengthen the cultivation of soul power."

After more than fifty miles, the two underground Styx rivers gushed out from here and converged. The water was surging and majestic, and the cold fog filled tens of feet high, and the clouds above the sky seemed particularly thick.

His merits and virtues have already recovered to the original level, but due to You Lao's revenge, his merits have lost nearly [-]%, and it seems that there is no possibility of recovery, which makes him very heartbroken.

You Mengchang chooses to live in a house near the river, and has been shutting himself out ever since.

There was a faint fluctuation caused by knocking on the door outside, and Yu Mengchang glanced at it casually, and said: "It's that Captain Huercha. He knocks on the door once a month. I ignored the first two times, and he knocked five times." Wait for a while and leave by yourself.”

Along the banks of the river, there are many ghosts who come here to build stone huts to practice.

He is just a passer-by who has stayed and experienced in the foreign battlefield. How could he be obsessed with the height of his status? For him, what Nine Lives gave him was convenience and undisturbed tranquility. I know what I know.

You Mengchang laughed.

The dark young man behind him teased through voice transmission, this time he is really imposing, and he also meant to remind him.

Do homework diligently at night, maintain a small improvement in cultivation, and be familiar with the various uses of mind power combined with merit on the battlefield outside the territory.

Hu Ercha fully agreed. He didn't go out much in the past three months. The deputy commander of Jiuming greeted his superior patrol captain. His team of Yin soldiers stayed in the city and practiced.

Three days later, Hu Ercha led his Yin soldiers to escort the Talisman and his party out of the city on foot, which aroused the attention and speculation of many ghost cultivators passing by. Look away, so as not to collide with the extraordinary human Taoist priest.

I don't know where it is sacred?It is such a honor to be honored as a living person.

Captain Huercha walked into the courtyard gate and saluted the talisman envoy on the steps of the cave mansion.

From then on, Zhang Wenfeng took a walk by the river during the day, holding a sword and stepping on the water, trying to figure out the rules of the sword.

In the foreign battlefield, military merit is the most important thing. The black ghost card hung by the human Taoist priest is equivalent to the status of a patrol officer of the Yin soldier. Even the official patrol officer has to be courteous, but he has no real power.

The talisman envoy is a human monk, and it is perfectly normal to subdue an ancient tree elf to be a boy, but he didn't realize it for a while.

Huercha was very puzzled, it was the first time he had seen a follower who didn't serve his master anytime and anywhere, but fortunately, Lian De ran back and forth, busy and cautiously served in front of the talisman envoy.

Three years passed quickly, and Zhang Wenfeng would not propose to leave since You Mengchang hadn't left the customs.

He still practiced with his sword on the wide Styx River every day, or practiced silently while holding the sword. For several years, even in strong winds and bad weather, hard work paid off, and he gradually touched a trace of mysterious power that fluctuated.

Soft as water, faintly visible, it is a very annoying little thing.

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