Journey to the West: The Evil Monk of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 39 Motivation for Practice

Although Chen Xuan is an Earth Immortal, he doesn't know anything about his own strength, which is why the sage arranged him in Wuzhuang Temple.

"Is it itchy?" Zhen Yuanzi looked at the messy courtyard and said quietly to Chen Xuan.

"The strength was not well controlled, so something happened." Chen Xuan blinked and said pitifully.

Qingfeng and Mingyue gloated, they were obviously looking forward to Chen Xuan's suffering, after all, they also had resentment towards him.

However, to everyone's surprise, Zhen Yuanzi didn't do anything, but after thinking for a while, he used his magical powers to restore the courtyard to its original state, and then played a few formulas, which restricted Chen Xuan's mana, allowing him to use only a small part of it.

"I wanted to run before I left. First chop each one. If you don't finish chopping before lunch, then don't eat lunch." Zhen Yuanzi scolded, and turned to leave after speaking.

"Isn't all immortals capable of bigu. Why do they still have to eat?" Chen Xuan replied, it doesn't matter to him whether he eats or not.

"Although the gods don't eat, they have a desire to eat. If they can't finish chopping, then they will suffer." Zhen Yuanzi said.

After finishing speaking, he ignored Chen Xuan's muttering, gave instructions to the two Taoist boys, and then went out, not knowing where he was going.

Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi was mysterious, Chen Xuan didn't bother to pay attention to what he thought. Anyway, he was not afraid of starvation, and his threats were not binding at all, so he could do whatever he wanted.

"Using a cattail fan to split firewood is quite new. Let's try it for now. Maybe if you practice well, it will have a miraculous effect in picking up girls in the future." Chen Xuan thought of a happy life and was full of energy, so he looked at the two piles of fresh firewood, whistling Fan it up.

Due to the limited mana, he could only blow a piece of firewood without using the source of wind, but after blowing it, he found that he didn't know what to do.

"Bang..." The wood fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and he was immediately confused, wondering how Qingfeng did it.

Recalling the wind blown by Qingfeng, it seemed a little unusual, so he threw away the cattail fan, intending to test his guess.

"The wind is coming." Chen Xuan summoned strong winds, closed his eyes to feel their existence, and then carefully distinguished their differences. With the help of the source, Chen Xuan soon discovered.

It turns out that there are many kinds of wind, just like people. Although they all look the same, they are also good or bad. Some of them are sharp, some are gentle, some are quiet, some are irritable, some are refreshing, and some are dull... …

After getting the answer he wanted, Chen Xuan's eyes lit up, with a sly look in his eyes. He looked left and right for no one, then with the help of his original power, he drew a strong wind to roll up the two piles of fresh firewood, and then borrowed the sharp wind to roll up the two piles of firewood. , chop them up.

There was a crackling sound, all the firewood was scattered on the ground, but to Chen Xuan's surprise, they were not split as imagined, and some were just scratched.

Seeing this, Chen Xuan frowned a little, and tried again unwillingly, but the situation was still the same as before, except for a few new openings, there was no split as imagined, not a single one.

"Interesting, I have killed demons and bewitched ghosts, but I still don't believe that I might be able to pile firewood."

As soon as Chen Xuan became ruthless, he summoned the wind with all his strength, and soon a small tornado appeared in the small courtyard, rolling all the new firewood and chopping randomly.

It's just that Chen Xuan is a little strange, why is he already immortal, and the wind is not as strong as when he was in Gao Laozhuang?

It turned out that Zhen Yuanzi had figured out that Chen Xuan would cheat, so he secretly arranged for the boy to hang Jinlan's cassock on the roof, and use the wind-fixing beads inlaid on the cassock to prevent him from cheating.

At this time, Chen Xuan was struggling with Xinchai, so although it was strange, he didn't have time to think about what was going on. What he was thinking at the moment was to let Fengli cut open the firewood, and then use the tornado to tear the firewood into two pieces. piece.

After half a stick of incense, the tornado gradually disappeared, and the new firewood in it also fell one after another. To Chen Xuan's disappointment, there was still no one split into two pieces, and some were just a pile of old firewood that had been unwrapped.

"You can't do this, you have to feel the sharpness of the wind, and then cut them out in an instant, because the sharpness of the wind is only in an instant." Qingfeng came to Chen Xuan at some time and said.

As he spoke, he picked up the palm-leaf fan, first he blew a piece of new firewood, and then another sharp wind blew past, splitting the new firewood into two pieces in a blink of an eye.

"Qingfeng Xiantong, can you teach me how to do it?" Chen Xuan asked for advice.

"Feel it yourself, the ancestor said, you have the origin of Fengwu Tianwu, so it is easy to feel the attribute of wind, the difficult thing is to seize the opportunity." Qingfeng said.

"Timing?" Chen Xuan asked in confusion.

"It's the moment when you raise the knife and drop it, it's like asking you to take the knife in the wind, and then cut it out when it dissipates." Qingfeng explained.

After he finished speaking, he left with his hands behind his back. He looked like a senior, and he couldn't hide the little pride on his face. He sneaked to a corner and saw Mingyue poking his head there, so he stepped forward and said happily: "Mingyue, Mingyue, Wasn't I handsome and mature just now?"

"Well, I look like a senior. I don't know when I will be able to show it." Mingyue said with envy and expectation.

"There is a chance. He has twelve origins. Although the usages are similar, there is always something you are good at that can be taught." Qingfeng comforted.

"Well, but this bald thief is really lucky. He was lucky enough to get the twelve origins. If the two of us got them, it would be so difficult to advance to Da Luo Jinxian." Mingyue gritted her teeth.

"Yeah, although it's just the original source, not as powerful as the ancestor witch itself, but at least it can get twice the result with half the effort in understanding." Qingfeng agreed.

It turned out that when Zhen Yuanzi left, he ordered the two people to put the cassock on the roof first, and only waited for Chen Xuan to come out to solve his doubts one by one when he had nothing to do.

Chen Xuan thought about Qingfeng's words, recalled the meaning of raising the knife and dropping it, and seemed to have some understanding in the dark.

"Hands up and down, it means don't drag your feet, it means you have to seize the momentary opportunity, just like when there are flowers, you have to break them, don't wait for no flowers to break the branches, just tell her the love she said in the previous life, Don't wait until you lose it to regret it, and just like watching a gun in the previous life, you should treat it as an instinct, as a conditioned reflex, as long as you feel the edge from the wind, then hit it out."

When he figured it out, he did it. He picked up the cattail fan and fanned a new piece of firewood. By analogy, he also found the light wind, suspended the firewood in the air, and then waved it out again. After feeling the sharpness, he immediately threw it away. hit out.

"boom."

The firewood fell to the ground, and Chen Xuan immediately went to look at it, and found that although it hadn't been split, the cut in its section had penetrated an inch or so.

"Haha." Chen Xuan laughed, and he was not depressed because the firewood was not split, because he had found his direction. He was full of energy again.

"I don't practice for a gust of wind to lift up my short skirt. I practice for a gust of wind to cut off all my clothes and make me naked and play hooligans. Therefore, I must not only be able to put it away, but also be able to retract it until it is retracted." Freedom, control with your heart, I can't live up to the good intentions of Qingfeng little fairy boy, so I have to work hard." Chen Xuan encouraged himself, with a wolfish light in his eyes.

If Qingfeng knew that Chen Xuan was cultivating for such a purpose, he wondered if he would come to point out the maze with the appearance of an expert.

But no matter how Qingfeng reacted, Chen Xuan had found his life goal at this moment, and felt that the future was too beautiful to imagine, and it was a good thing that he had worked hard to cultivate at this moment.

(End of this chapter)