After the lightning struck, the ground in the square was in a mess. Disciples from the Qingchi Palace came forward to clean up the mess, and Taoist priests wearing white turbans came forward to check the pulses of the swordsmen in the formation who were stunned by lightning. Fortunately,
After Yang Zhixiu's protection, all these people were just dark on the surface, numb and unable to move. They were not seriously injured and would be fine after a few days of rest.
Seeing these swordsmen slumped away towards the side hall under the leadership of the disciples of Qingchi Palace, Mei Lang walked slowly to the side of the Zamao Path and asked softly: "Xiao Keming, if the speaker hadn't triggered the divine defense, would you have
Didn’t he really hit his fellow disciple with this thunder?”
This question was a bit heartbreaking. Senior Brother frowned and was about to speak. Zamao Xiaodao laughed and said how could it be possible? Although I have been away from Maoshan for ten years, it is not that I don’t know that on Sanmao Peak and in Qingchi Palace,
With the means to prevent powerful attacks, I can kill people at will on the square in front of this hall with my little lightning drawing technique. So, is my Maoshan background too shallow?
Hearing Zamao Xiaodao's witty answer, Elder Mei also laughed. He stretched out his hand and patted Zamao Xiaodao's shoulder, saying that's right, young man, after more than ten years of being out, you have finally made some progress, at least you won't
You are as reckless as before, which is gratifying and congratulatory.
After saying these words, Elder Mei left. At this time, the sun was high, and the ceremony had come to an end for the time being. The elders naturally went to the backyard to discuss important matters, eat some fast food, and solve the problem of the five internal organs temple at noon. The senior brother was
A Taoist boy called us away, and Fu Jun nodded to us and followed a Taoist boy towards the back hall. In addition to the elders, there were also some people who were of higher status than the two of them.
Among the disciples, after the principals left one after another, the front of the hall was just like the morning exercises when we used to study. Everyone gathered in twos and threes, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
Zamao Xiaodao and I were not qualified to enter the back hall, so we sat down in front of a stone table on a suspended wooden platform on the east side of the square. Our buttocks were just touching the stone bench. Pang Huasen, the bearded man we met on the mountain climbing path,
The handsome boy Li Yunqi, the yellow-faced man Zhu Rui, the beautiful Taoist nun Cheng Li, and some familiar disciples all came forward to congratulate him, and it was a lively event.
This world has always been very realistic. Although Zamao Xiaodao received greetings from everyone because he followed his senior brother, it does not mean that they truly identify in their hearts with this former sect member who was expelled from Maoshan after his skills were exhausted.
There are two types of cultivation, one is realm and the other is strength. It’s really hard to see the difference between realm. I don’t know if I’m pretending to be a boi or a real expert, but the strength can be seen for real. Zamao
The two hands that Xiaodao showed just now, a flying sword and a lightning draw, are all top-notch Taoist methods, methods that people look up to. However, with the power of one person, he broke through the entire army composed of second-generation disciples like Yang Kunpeng.
The junior talent formation is even more shocking.
Zamao Xiaodao may have been forced to a dead end by Yang Zhixiu just now, and almost died. However, he found wealth and wealth in danger, and it was not without benefits. That is, he became famous in one battle. He returned to Maoshan with an extremely strong attitude. Such momentum
Let him truly prove himself, and all Maoshan disciples who may have questions will choose to keep their mouths shut.
Returning home in fine clothes is nothing more than that.
Most of the people surrounding Zamao Xiaodao were fascinated by the methods he used in the Nine-Nine Return to Yuan just now, and asked how he got all these things? In fact, Zamao Xiaodao and these people have been familiar with each other since childhood.
My friend didn't hide it, he only said that Feijian was imitated by the Qingcheng Mountain Old Master to watch Li Tengfei's demon slaying, and later he was infused with the sword spirit by chance. He was really lucky. As for the technique of attracting thunder, it was also because of the lightning strike.
The properties of the Taomu Sword itself, and he was just a copycat version of it after long-rumored speculation about the magic sword's ability to attract lightning.
His statement was half true and half false, but it was also because he was extremely lucky and made people envious. Li Yunqi couldn't help but be curious and asked if he could touch this magical sword - he had never seen a real sword in his life.
Where's the flying sword?
For some paranoid swordsmen, the sword in his hand is his most cherished friend. He spends all his time raising the sword and no one else can touch it. However, Zamao Xiaodao is not the kind of person who treats his sword as his wife.
He let out a strange laugh and said yes, if you want, I'll give it to you.
Zamao Xiaodao took out Lei Pun from behind, turned the tip of the sword, and handed the hilt to Li Yunqi.
In the envious eyes of everyone, Li Yunqi pursed his lips and reached out for the thunder punishment that glowed with dark golden light with a little excitement. However, as soon as his hand touched the hilt wrapped with red thread, he let out an "ah" sound.
He yelled and quickly took back his hand. He looked at the top and it was turning yellow. He was very depressed and asked what was going on? Others saw it and laughed. The beautiful Taoist nun Cheng Li said to Yunqi, you are stupid. If you are flying a sword,
There must be a sword spirit on it. If someone else touches it and they are not familiar with it, they will naturally think it is an enemy. Who would they stab if not you?
Although he was laughed at by everyone, Li Yunqi was still good-tempered. He rubbed his hands and said, yes, although it hurts, we can be regarded as people who have touched the flying sword. In the future, when you talk to your apprentices, you will all give them.
Shall I testify?
Hearing what Li Yunqi said, those who were still laughing at him also showed expressions of excitement. Yes, flying swords, these things have only been heard in legends and can be touched in reality.
It is indeed worthy of showing off. Thinking of this, Cheng Li patted Zamao Xiaodao on the shoulder and said, Xiao Ming, please appease the sword spirit and let me touch it too, senior sister.
Hearing that there was such a way, others also commented, as if this good-looking Lei Pun was the teacher Cang who came to China to make money, and they all wanted to touch it to see if it was exactly the same as the one in the legend.
Looking at this group of legendary Maoshan masters, they are almost the same as tourists visiting the zoo. I couldn't help but laugh next to me. In fact, human nature is well thought out. Because we don't understand it, it seems mysterious. Of course,
As a practitioner, I am naturally more able to restrain my mind than ordinary people, and I also know how to control my emotions. I took a deep breath, withdrew from the crowd, leaned on the railing and looked around, feeling that the thunder was striking on the three peaks.
Afterwards, the air was really good, and the free cations made people feel refreshed.
The sun has risen above the head, and the blue sky is cloudless, like a mirror, so pure that people want to indulge in it.
All the disciples in the square gradually dispersed. I was in a very good mood. I felt that the world was so big. I finally wanted to go when I wanted to. But when I saw the crowd of people surrounding the miscellaneous path, I felt in my heart
A little confused again.
My injustice has been cleared up, and the Zamao Trail can return to the mountain gate. Then, will we be separated next?
When I think of this possibility, I can't help but feel empty in my heart. Over the past three years, I have become accustomed to this good brother who is sometimes tired and sometimes strong, always by my side. In countless life and death adventures, we have formed a friendship.
I have the deepest friendship, and he is like a member of my family who will never leave me - but now that he has returned to where he came from, we have to work hard...
Looking at the lively scene in front of me, I felt suddenly a little isolated. These Maoshan disciples would identify with their former classmates, but they would not identify with a guy from a barbaric land like Miao. Moreover, this guy is still sensational.
I am a Gu cultivator, so except for a few insiders, the rest of the Maoshan disciples were only polite and polite to me, without much affection.
Many people even think that my presence in this dojo is simply a superfluous existence.
Of course, having been wandering outside for many years, I am not as depressed as a melancholy young man. This thought only passed by in a flash, and I didn’t think much about it. After a lot of noise, disciples from Qingchi Palace came to greet us and went to
Dining in the restaurant.
This kind of class classification can be found everywhere, and Maoshan is no exception. On the way to the dining room of Qingchi Palace, there was a square. I saw four large pots propped up on it. I don’t know what was boiling in them, but it was steaming.
, there was a delicious aroma that made people's fingers twitch, including sweet potatoes, fungi, and rice. Although Maoshan disciples can eat meat, today is a day to worship heaven, so they still need to abstain from meat. Square
All around, there were a row of third and fourth generation disciples squatting against the wall, holding big bowls and chopsticks and feasting. As for us, someone led us to the dining room, where there was a square table, a long bench, and Xiaodie's pickles.
It's what it should be, and the service is quite appropriate.
The food was the same as outside, but it was served in a small stove and seemed to be more exquisite. Most of the Taoist priests adhered to the principle of eating without talking, so they ate quite quickly. After finishing, some people went to meditate and rest under the shadow of a beautiful tree, while others went to find a place to eat.
In a secluded corner, we were chatting in twos and threes. The senior brother never showed up, so I followed the trail. It was late at noon. After everyone had recuperated, the last ceremony of the ceremony was to pray for Tao Jinhong, the head of the ceremony.
The exit ceremony begins.
The Dharma Assembly in the Taoist temple is naturally equipped with all kinds of Taoist ritual instruments, and various ritual scenes are staged one by one. These are relatively complicated and boring, so I will not go into details. However, the scene of hundreds of people reciting scriptures and praying together is quite interesting.
It was spectacular. The sound of the scriptures rose from the top of the mountain and echoed in the mountains. The momentum was astonishing.
Zamao Xiaodao returned to the mountain gate, and I was obliged to recite it. But I was a useless person here, so I sat not far away from him. Without saying much, I closed my eyes to experience this grand scene and experience the Taoist world.
That kind of emotion.
Everyone in the field has a question in their mind.
Will Tao Jinhong be able to come out of confinement today?