Shinto crosses the world

Chapter 7 Two Months
The moon and stars are rare.

Lin Zhao finished his practice and enjoyed the moon on the top of the mountain.

The bright moon hangs high, accompanied by a handsome black dog.

This is raised by Lin Zhao, named 'Black God'.

The black god is the nameless wild dog of Qingxi Mountain. Lin Zhao missed his former partner and adopted him.

Qingxi Mountain was full of aura, and Lin Zhao used incense and vows to guide the aura from time to time to wash his marrow and cut his hair. The black god became more and more miraculous, and his body was no smaller than a cheetah.The eyes are shining with wisdom, and they are about to become fine.

"Hei God, when you grow up, I, Qingxi Mountain, will take up three of these 'demons and ghosts'." Lin Zhao teased.

"Wang Wang!"

Hei Shen yelled twice, didn't understand what Lin Zhao was talking about, so he lay down.

Lin Zhao looked up at the bright moon, and it lasted overnight.

the next day.

Zhang Zhaofeng woke up and found lying on the bed at home.

"Father, how did I come back?" Zhang Zhaofeng stood up, looked at the old man in the courtyard and asked.

"You fainted in the mountain temple, and was carried back by Zhao Laosan!" Old man Zhang felt relieved when he saw that Zhang Zhaofeng finally woke up.

"I--"

Zhang Zhaofeng was a little confused.

Didn't he go desperately to find that weird mountain god?How could you faint?

He tried hard to remember, and finally remembered——

"I was slapped unconscious!" Zhang Zhaofeng's face was ugly.

The old man Zhang stepped forward to persuade, "Xiaofeng, there are many masters of the mountain god. You have offended him several times, but he doesn't care about you. But you must not do it again, or you will really anger the master of the mountain god, and you will be finished!"

Old man Zhang felt miserable.

It was a joy for my son to return from his studies.

But he repeatedly offended the mountain god. First he was suppressed for three days, then he was seriously ill for three days, and now he passed out in the mountain temple. He has long been reduced to a joke in Qingxi Village.

"I--"

Zhang Zhaofeng looked at the old man Zhang, opened his mouth, and said, "Father, I understand."

Qingxi Mountain was too weird, and he was not prepared to confront it head-on.

"Humph!"

"I want to see, what the hell are you doing!"

Zhang Zhaofeng thought to himself.

In fact, several encounters with the weirdness of Qingxi Mountain, and even the ghosts of Qingxi Mountain, none of them have the power of life, which boosted Zhang Zhaofeng's courage.Although he didn't dare to be careless, his curiosity gradually outstripped his fear.

the next few days.

Zhang Zhaofeng went to the mountain god temple during the day, and he looked for the "mountain god" several times, but he was more polite and no one answered him.Simply, he practiced in the mountain temple.

Practice during the day and go home to sleep at night.

All is well.

In the blink of an eye, two months have passed.

……

Outside the mountain temple, Zhang Zhaofeng drew his long sword out of its sheath, and his sword skills fluttered.The inner breath is rolling like a torrent, soaring into the sky and piercing the sky with a sword!

The inner breath moves rapidly, and the aura is inhaled from the mouth and nose along with the breath, turning into pure inner breath.

"break!"

Zhang Zhaofeng shouted loudly, as if a bottleneck in his body had been broken.The inner breath is like a big river breaking its embankment, surging and surging.

"Fifth level of the mortal realm!"

"50 years of internal strength!"

Zhang Zhaofeng quickly sat down cross-legged, running his mind to consolidate his cultivation.

After a stick of incense, Zhang Zhaofeng stood up with a happy expression on his face.

Not long after he broke through the fourth level of the mortal realm, he did not expect to return to Qingxi Village and be promoted to the first level in just two months.

At the age of 22, he has been cultivated at the fifth level of the mortal realm!

This kind of progress, even compared with those elites in the sect, is not inferior.

"What a blessed place!"

Zhang Zhaofeng looked at the mountain temple, feeling complicated.

For the past two months, he has devoted himself to exploring the mysterious foundation of Qingxi Mountain.But it's okay for him to follow the rules, once he is presumptuous, he will be punished.He also wanted to escape from Qingxi Mountain several times, but every time he left Qingxi Village, circled around, and came back again.

He knew that it was Qingxishan's weirdness that didn't want him to leave and leaked his tracks.

Gradually, Zhang Zhaofeng calmed down and practiced with peace of mind.

No matter what this Qingxishan weirdo wants to do, at least Qingxi Village is safe, and it's not as bad as he first thought.In addition, he stayed in Qingxi Mountain, and his cultivation base soared.

Two months of painstaking practice can catch up with three to five years of practice in Baiyu Mountain.

This is a rare opportunity.

No matter what his weirdness is, as long as he doesn't do evil, he will bear it for the time being.When his strength increases greatly, he will be destroyed with one sword!
Zhang Zhaofeng looked at the statue of Zhongshan God in the mountain temple, and thought to himself.

"Wang Wang!"

There was a flash of distracting thoughts in my heart, and there was a dog barking in the distance.

As soon as Zhang Zhaofeng's face changed, he raised his sword and ran away.

Unfortunately, it's late.

A black dog like a cheetah rushed towards the sky, and the wind it brought was as cold as winter.

"Again?"

Zhang Zhaofeng groaned in his heart.

He settled down in Qingxi Village and was cultivating in the Mountain Temple. The black dog jumped out without knowing when, and made trouble for him every day.However, the black dog is powerful, and its speed and strength are not inferior to the top masters of the mortal world, so that Zhang Zhaofeng is miserable.

"Wang Wang!"

The Black God roared.

It felt that the person in front of him was disrespectful to the mountain god, so he took action to teach him a lesson.In fact, if the mountain god hadn't ordered him not to kill anyone, he would have torn him to pieces long ago.

But you can't kill people, and lessons can always be taught.

Hei Shen's speed was extremely fast, his sharp claws slapped on the back of Zhang Zhaofeng's long sword, and a huge force came from the long sword, Zhang Zhaofeng's tiger's mouth went numb!
"Dead dog!"

Zhang Zhaofeng roared in his heart, even more aggrieved.

The dignified Baiyu Guan Gaotu was actually bullied by a wild dog. Wouldn't it be laughable to say it.

"Qingxi Mountain!"

"Weird! Ghost! Demon dog!"

"Not a single good one!"

Zhang Zhaofeng tried his best to hold the long sword, and his inner breath circulated.

"Green water swordsmanship!"

The sword is like green water and clear waves, this is the top sword technique of Baiyun Temple, and it is even more exquisite when used by Zhang Zhaofeng.

One person and one dog are entangled in a ball. At first glance, it is hard to tell the winner.

"Five layers of mortal world."

Lin Zhao had seen Zhang Zhaofeng fighting with the Black God, so he had some understanding of the strength of the fifth level of the mortal realm.

Beside him, Chu Wenyao stood humbly in a soap suit.

It has been more than two months since he became the preparatory ghost soldier of Qingxi Mountain, and Chu Wenyao has already adapted to such a life.In his free time, he watched Zhang Zhaofeng practice in the mountain temple.

When martial arts practitioners practice, their qi and blood are vigorous.There are ghosts and soap clothes protecting each other, and there is no threat to him.

Chu Wenyao thought clearly.

Follow Lin Zhao's side to avoid encountering warriors.If you can't adapt to the energy and blood of a warrior, it's hard to become a great weapon.

Especially in the past two months, there were a few more prepared ghost soldiers in Qingxi Mountain, and one of them was a warrior before his death. Chu Wenyao felt a deeper sense of urgency.

……

When Zhang Zhaofeng broke through, three young men set off from Baiyu Town to Qingxi Village.

These three people are in their twenties, two men and one woman, with the woman as the head.

"Sister, are we really going to Qingxi Village?" Wearing white clothes with a long sword around his waist, the young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes was somewhat reluctant.

"Of course I'm going."

The white-clothed woman had a good figure and heroic spirit, and said with a raised eyebrow, "This guy Zhang Zhaofeng has been back to Qingxi Village for two months, but he has no news at all. He is too courageous!"

On the side, the square-faced young man glanced at the handsome young man, shrugged his shoulders, and looked helpless.

"Humph!"

The woman in white was still puzzled, and said angrily, "Don't let me catch him, or he will be more attractive!"

The handsome young man opened his mouth, changed the topic and said, "Sister, I heard a strange thing on the street just now."

"What's so strange?" The woman in white was distracted and asked aloud.

The handsome young man said, "It's about Qingxi Village. I heard from those people that there has been a mountain god in Qingxi Village in the past few years, which can keep everyone safe and healthy. Qingxi Village has been protected by the mountain god, and the grain and livestock have prospered for three consecutive years."

"Nonsense!"

The woman in white sneered, "If there is really a mountain god protecting you, what do you want me to do?"

"Don't talk about these things, hurry up and try to reach Qingxi Village before dark!"

Being attacked by the woman in white, the handsome young man shrank his neck, not daring to speak any more.

……

(End of this chapter)