Chapter 160 Give some color to those who don't know what to do
Chapter 160 Give some color to the ungrateful people
In the gorgeous hall, the dancers danced gracefully, the music officials played the harp and the sheng, and hundreds of officials drank wine. The leader of the country, Feng Tiange, raised the wine in his hand and said to Zhang Cundao: "Master Zhang, I toast you this cup, thank you for saving us."
urgent need."
After that, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Zhang Cundao also drank the wine in the glass. The wine was cold in the throat, but it was like a fire burning in the stomach. It was the famous "Bingfeng Zhishu" in Phoenix City.
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After drinking this glass of wine, Dongyan, the master of Caizhi Temple over there, also picked up his glass and said with a smile: "I also want to toast fellow Taoist. My Taoist has great magical powers, which I really envy."
Zhang Cundao nodded and drank the glass of wine.
Then Master Dongyan smiled and asked, "I don't know what your wind-moving baby looks like. Can you give everyone here a little insight into it?"
When he said this, Zhang Cundao became a little unhappy. Obviously you want to see it, why do you involve other people? Most of the people here are ordinary people, show it to them, can they understand?
Zhang Cundao said with some displeasure: "It's just a small trick, it's not worth mentioning. It's just a magic weapon, so I'd better not show it to show my shame."
"Hey! Fellow Taoist, what you said is wrong. Such a treasure, how can it be a show of shame? Hahaha." Master Dongyan was still unwilling to give in and continued.
At this time, Zhang Cundao was very dissatisfied. He had clearly refused. How could he be so shameless and still continue to talk about it?
As soon as Lord Feng saw this scene, he stood up to smooth things over and said, "Master Dongyan, don't force yourself on others, come and have a drink with us!"
Master Dong Yan smiled after hearing this, picked up his wine glass and drank one with Lord Feng. But judging from his face, he was probably unwilling to do so.
A wild Taoist who has never been heard of, who relies on a treasure to control the wind and rain, is now treated as a guest by the king, which really makes this real man feel unhappy.
He rolled his eyes slightly and continued: "I don't know where Zhang Zhenren learned from?" His words also made Lord Feng smile and said: "Yes, where did Zhang Zhenren learn from?"
Zhang Cundao thought for a while and said: "It's a small sect, not worth mentioning."
Master Dongyan said: "Friend Taoist, why should you be so self-effacing? You are a treasure that is not ordinary at first glance. You must come from a famous sect, a sect in the Holy Land." Although he said this, he actually knew in his heart that Zhang Cundao should not have it.
Being self-effacing, if he was really born into a famous family, he would definitely not fail to say so.
So he continued: "I studied under Master Qixia of Caixia Cave, and my master came from the Nine Caixia Sect in the Holy Land. Although I am a bit boastful, I do come from a famous family after the Holy Land."
When he said this, his face was filled with glory, as if his master's sect was his own sect. This gave Zhang Cundao a strong sense of déjà vu, as if he was saying "my teacher's" when being introduced by others.
The teacher is a grand prize winner and a world-renowned scholar...'
It’s not like my father’s father is a grandfather, what’s there to be proud of…
But Feng Guozhu and others listened with smiles, as if they were very useful, which made Zhang Cundao speechless. If he were in the real world, he would have said: "My father, Zhang Honghao, is a tenured professor of the Geology Department of Zijin University..."
But here, he could only smile and drink a glass of wine to cover it up.
Looking at Zhang Cundao like this, everyone understood that he should really come from a small sect. In short, he was an unconventional Taoist.
Seeing Zhang Cundao's silent expression, Master Dongyan felt a little relieved. When it came to truly fighting for his heritage and his feet, how could these wild cultivators compare to his noble bloodline and noble origin!
He drank a glass of wine happily, and suddenly said: "This singing and dancing is so extravagant that it is hard to listen to. Why don't you let me have a battle with Master Zhang to help the drunkenness!"
When Lord Feng heard this, he smiled and said to Master Zhang, "This is a good idea. What do you think of Master Zhang?"
The repeated provocations of the ungrateful Master Dongyan had already made Zhang Cundao feel unhappy. As a young man, how could he withstand such provocations? He immediately smiled and said: "I'm learning the art of killing, I'm afraid it's not good."
I’m afraid of hurting Master Dongyan when I perform.”
Master Dongyan laughed after hearing this. This man who relied on magic weapons to control wind and rain dared to say that he learned the art of killing. Could it be that his so-called killing art was to kill others by drenching them in the rain?
He smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's just a little discussion. Even if you hurt me, I won't blame you." If you hurt me, I won't blame you, but if I hurt you, you will too.
You can’t blame me!
Master Dongyan has always regarded himself as a descendant of the Holy Land, and he also learned the magic of the Holy Land. Could it be that the magic of the Holy Land would weaken the magic of a wild cultivator like you?
Seeing that both parties had no objections, Lord Feng wanted to see what Master Zhang was capable of himself, so he clapped his hands, pulled down the singing and dancing, and left an open space for the two Masters.
Master Dongyan was not polite. When he saw the person leaving, he took out his feather duster and threw it away. The feather duster fell out of his hand and instantly turned into a big rooster with golden feathers and landed in the middle of the banquet.
This big golden-feathered rooster is about the size of a dog, with colorful feathers all over its body, and its tail feathers hang down, showing five colors of red, orange, yellow, green and blue. Its feet and beak are red, as if they were carved from ruby, and its eyes are black.
Youshen, at first glance, it is a good big cock!
At this time, Zhang Cundao heard Master Dongyan say: "This is my magical power, 'Caizhi True Form'. The five-colored golden pheasant created by my magical power is very powerful. Fellow Taoists, please be careful."
His words were full of showoff. It was said to be a warning to Zhang Cundao, but it was better said to be a provocation.
The surrounding officials also quietly marveled.
"This is Master Dongyan's magical golden pheasant! It is indeed very magical."
"I heard that the colorful golden pheasant has feathers like armor, a beak like a spear, and claws like sharp blades. It can tear apart tigers and leopards, and it can fly and jump well. No ordinary monk can be its opponent!"
The officials were whispering, and most of their words were praises for the Golden Pheasant. And the Golden Pheasant seemed to have understood the praises of others. At this moment, it was pacing the field step by step, looking arrogant and arrogant.
Zhang Cundao smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Master, for reminding me. I will also remind you."
"I have a sword that can split mountains, cut off seas, and kill the invincible in the world!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Changqing Sword suddenly flew out from behind his head (actually from the Taiqing Palace in the void), and instantly shot towards Da Zhiyin in the field!
The colorful golden pheasant still has two brushes. When its chicken eyes condensed, the hair on its neck exploded instantly. It jumped up and pecked at the Changqing Sword with its beak!
With a "dang" sound, the chicken's beak and the Changqing Sword slammed together, and the violent sound shook the palace. Lord Feng waved his hand, and a red light came out, protecting his ministers and the palace.
The next moment, the Changqing Sword flew up again, circled around the hall, and flew towards the colorful golden pheasant again!
This time, the colorful golden pheasant was obviously scared. It cooed, took a few steps back instantly, its feathers exploded, and suddenly flew towards its master, and immediately hid behind him!
However, the Changqing Sword didn't care about this. It continued to chase the Colorful Golden Pheasant, and it also stabbed straight away at Dongyan Zhenren who was blocking the Colorful Golden Pheasant!
Master Dongyan was completely stunned! His divine light was frightened, and he immediately protected his head. However, the Changqing Sword easily pierced the divine light and stabbed towards his head!
"Danger!" Lord Feng suddenly stood up and shot a red light towards the Changqing Sword.
But his attack was too late after all! The Changqing Sword swiped across, directly cutting off the crown of Master Dongyan, taking off a large piece of hair, and giving him a Mediterranean hairstyle.
Master Dongyan was completely dumbfounded... He had been enlightened for many years, but he had never encountered such danger! Only when his scalp became cold did he react and screamed 'ah'!
He was like a frightened chicken, while Zhang Cundao curled his lips and called back the Changqing Sword with one move. He said calmly: "The sword has no eyes, how offended I am!"
After reacting, Master Dongyan's face turned colorful, a mixture of anger, fear, unwillingness and humiliation. Finally, he stamped his feet, grabbed the magic weapon that had turned into a feather duster, and turned around to leave.
Feng Guozhang opened his mouth, trying to save him, but in the end he didn't speak. He knew very well that Master Dongyan was extremely proud of himself, and he would definitely not let this Master lose face to him.
But then he thought about it, this little-known Master Zhang actually had such abilities!
He chuckled and said to Zhang Cundao: "Zhang Zhenren is very capable. You have made great contributions this time. What kind of reward do you want?"
Zhang Cundao said casually: "I don't need any reward, but I couldn't bear to see them being tortured by the drought, so I helped them."
"There is no need for any reward..." Lord Feng murmured to himself. Those who do not ask for a price are the most troublesome... He thought for a moment and suddenly said: "In this case, why not do the same with Master Zhang?"
If you become a worshiper of our country, you can naturally refer to the "Phoenix True Sutra" passed down by my family, and I will give you three phoenix true bloods every year to help you practice."
Hearing this, Zhang Cundao was a little surprised. Hearing what the king meant, it seemed that the conditions he offered were very generous. This meant giving detailed information on a skill and then giving three phoenix true bloods. Isn't this amazing?
Seemingly sensing what Zhang Cundao was thinking, Lord Feng smiled slightly and said, "Master Zhang doesn't know something. The "Phoenix Scripture" circulated in my family is a true scripture."
"True scripture?" Zhang Cundao had new doubts. What does this mean?
When the king saw his appearance, he was a little confused. Although this man came from a small sect, he had never heard of true and false scriptures. So how did he cultivate the divine light?
Thinking of this, the king's face changed slightly, and his eyes when looking at Zhang Cundao also changed.
He suddenly said: "We won't talk so much at the banquet. When the banquet is over, I will talk with the real person in detail." After saying that, he stopped talking about this and started to persuade everyone to drink.