Taoist chanting

Another year, the autumn wind blows, and wild geese fly south.

The fragrant maple forest on the mountain behind the temple is more red than the leaves in other places, and it is thicker than fire.

On the attic, Zhang Wenfeng's figure is clear day by day. He follows the meaning of the mantra of the word "Lin" and becomes one with the world. A lifetime of waiting for a scene.

Every drop of rain, every fallen leaf is under his unconscious gaze.

Occasionally, there is a ray of sword energy floating in the air like a fish, avoiding the trees and birds, swimming around freely, mysterious like nature, there is no trace of coming and going.

The invisible spiritual energy forms mist of different shades, spreads on the back hillside, flows within a radius of one hundred feet, exposing the forest and treetops, dancing with the wind.

"Miss, compared to last year, the aura in this forest where the master retreats is more active and richer."

The dowry maid, Wei'er, practiced with her young lady, and she was already at the third level. Walking with the young lady on the edge of the forest and slopes that grew up differently, she told her what she discovered as something new.

Yun Qiuhe withdrew his gaze from the direction of the attic, "You and Yan'er don't go to practice in the woods, be careful of the overflowing sword energy and slight murderous aura, and don't let the girls in front go to the back mountain when I'm not at home." Just play, their cultivation base is weak, they can't get out after entering, and it will be troublesome if they rush in and trigger sword energy attacks."

"Miss, don't worry, Yan'er and I are watching, and we won't let them disturb Master's cultivation."

The servant girl responded with a smile.

Yun Qiuhe gave a few more instructions before turning around and leaving. She was going to retreat for a period of time at the Water Mansion under the Shuiqiutan River in the Xihe River. After several repairs and arrangements by Yang Shuilan, the Water Mansion was full of water vapor and water transportation. It was she and Yue Anyan. A good place to practice.

A small medicine garden was also opened up, where many collected water spirit grasses were planted, among which the Aesculus aesculus grew the most robustly.

She wears water-carrying condensate beads all the year round, enjoying the benefits of the invisible washing of spiritual energy, and her physique changes slowly, as if moist and clean, and her cultivation level has accumulated over time to reach the perfection of the Golden Core Realm.

Like Yue Anyan, she was thinking of various ways, trying to find a breakthrough opportunity.

There is no shortage of cultivation resources and breakthrough pills, but what is lacking now is luck.

She can try to forcibly break through, even if she fails to advance from the fourth level to the fifth level, it will only waste some rare medicines and resources, and will not lead to a dead end in her practice. She has her own arrogance, and she does not want her mood to be damaged. It must be a matter of course and then break through the border.

Her husband's rare pills and resources were also earned with painstaking efforts, and she was reluctant to waste them.

Bronze lamp, in the small world of the Hall of Soul Rescue.

Occasionally, an inexplicable wave would appear in the Little Styx River, causing subtle fluctuations in the leaden gray air, which came and went without a trace, and had no rules to follow.

You Mengchang's figure is as solid as an ordinary person. After spending several years devouring the magic soul thread, he has steadily recovered to the fourth level of cultivation. It is similar to the cold environment in the underworld. He is not at all uncomfortable, standing on the top of the dark mountain with his hands behind his back , staring at the dissipated ripples in the air.

He can see the rules of sword intent that other ghosts in the space cannot detect.

That is the transformation of trees withered and flourishing.

He is very familiar with Zhang Guanzhu's five sword intents, and discussed with Taoist priests about the light, heavy, fast, slow and other artistic conceptions of the sword intent.

"Zhang Guanzhu's talent in swordsmanship is extraordinary, and his progress is too fast with swordsmanship. He can touch a trace of the "Taoism" of heaven and earth, which can affect the small heaven and earth heavy weapon controlled by the second soul. It is a fearsome young generation."

When he was at the fifth level, he was frantically learning various human monk skills.

He wanted to learn everything, forgot to sleep and eat, and spent hundreds of years just to get the verbal praise of "Yes, promising" from Old Situ with a smile. Looking back now, he was so ashamed and put the cart before the horse, what's the use of it.

Back then, if he had specialized in one subject, whether it was Warlock, Formation, Artifact Making, or Painting Talismans or Alchemy, his achievements would have been even greater, and Shen Yuanzong would not have easily abandoned it... Ah bah, what are you thinking, bitch, Is being a slave addicting?
You Mengchang slapped himself suddenly, gritted his teeth, with a ferocious face, and abandoned all messy thoughts.

He wants to use his ingenuity and the various skills he has learned before to become a step in his own practice, so he has to catch up, and Guanzhu Zhang cannot be left too far behind.

He believes in a truth, without a valuable partner, separation is the best ending.

The figure flickered and disappeared on the top of the mountain. He returned to the cave on the mountainside and stepped up his cultivation.

Time passed year after year.

In the sweet maple grove following the Dianhou mountain, the trees grow wildly, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and there is no room for winding paths. The attic hidden in the forest is almost gone. The attic is covered with thick moss and weeds. Nests are built under the eaves, and mosquitoes crawl.

Only the room on the top was still clean, filled with spirit mist.

Zhang Guanzhu's figure would fade away every once in a while, and gradually become clear after a while.

The sword intent evolves withered and prosperous, and the cold and heat don't know the years.

……

On the vast sea area, a black-brown giant tortoise with a size of seven or eight feet rides the wind and waves, as stable as land, and the huge water waves splashed do not fall on its back at all.

On the raised tortoise's back, a girl in a green dress carved with powder and jade is lying on her back, with horns on her forehead and a colorful peach blossom pinned in her hair. I dream of something delicious, and occasionally I poke my mouth.

If Tao Niangzi saw the heroic look of the gentle and polite little Ni'er in her eyes, she would probably ask for the peach blossoms she gave back.

"King Li, wake up, three guys have followed us for more than 3000 miles, Rong Laogui stretched his hands and feet and sent them away."

The tortoise's unhurried voice woke up Xiao Ni'er who had fallen into a deep sleep and practiced.

Turning over to sit up, stretching her waist, Xiao Ni'er rubbed her eyes and glanced around. Since she left the customs more than ten years ago, her cultivation base has increased a bit, but she has become sleepy. The old turtle is comparable.

On the contrary, the old tortoise, who didn't move around very much before, is not drowsy now, and is full of energy. He carries her around the vast sea every day, rarely resting, and absorbs the essence of luck in the vast sea water and concentrates it on the back of the turtle for her to practice in deep sleep.

Patting the tortoise shell that was bigger than the house, Xiao Ni'er yawned: "Ask them what they intend to do first? Don't think that three fifth-level stacks are a big deal, and annoy the king, drag them into the sea and drown them all."

"The carp king is mighty!"

Gui Fudo slowly stopped and swam. He devoured the keel full of tooth marks presented by King Li. After more than ten years of wandering, he noticed that the bottleneck was loose. He can no longer be lazy in the future, he has to move.

Three figures slowly approached and hovered in the air ten miles away.

"You have followed all the way, what is your intention?"

Gui Fudo asked gloomyly.

Xiao Ni'er wiped the saliva left on her face, and looked at the three guys with unfriendly expressions. As the boss, she refrained from opening her mouth. The old turtle hadn't traveled in the rivers and lakes for many years, and she didn't have the momentum to ask a question in a polite manner.

"Hey, where are you monsters? Why are you sneaking around the Nanyuan Continent? Report your name quickly."

One of the tall and thin old men shouted coldly.

Little Ni'er jumped up and cursed: "Put your mother's stinky farts on, your whole family is monsters, the sea is in the sky, how do you care about your aunt's departure? Did you eat your family's food or hinder your family's banquet? Take care of everything." My old lady is coming, here is more than [-] miles away from Nanyuan Continent, if you want to find fault and rob, just say it, don't let my old lady look down on you, come on."

She hated people calling her a monster the most. The other party's brutal attitude inspired the wildness buried in her body, and cursed all the foul language she learned back then.

The sea water suddenly sank, and the three people, who were so angry that their seven orifices were smoking, suddenly felt their bodies sinking.

Little Ni'er and Turtle Fudo, who turned into a black-robed old man, launched attacks at the same time. One used supernatural powers to use sea water to hide people, and caught the three of them by surprise. It is extremely tacit.

A battle begins.

The fight was earth-shattering, and the breath was extremely chaotic.

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