When I came back from the restaurant, it was already dark.
Fu Qingfeng's fellow apprentices felt resentful that they had lost their opportunity, so they took their money and went to drink elsewhere.
As for finding Taoist priests again and learning from them.
There may be people who have this idea, but it is difficult to turn the idea into action because everyone is a disciple of the Lingxi Sect, which is equivalent to the key members of a small company.
If there is an opportunity to change jobs to a big company now, will someone definitely go for it?
Not necessarily, because right now everyone is living a good and comfortable life. Maybe big companies have better benefits, but it is an unfamiliar environment and everything has to be started from scratch. People who enjoy the comfort rarely gamble on the unknown.
tomorrow.
Of course, if the Taoist priest appears again to win over people, there will definitely be people willing to follow him.
This is like the general manager of a large company personally inviting you to change jobs. You will be very confident.
Unfortunately, unless you are so good that you can overwhelm your peers, how can the general manager of a big company come to your door to invite you?
Naturally, the Taoist priest will not come again, at least not for a few people.
"Brother Zhang, the bed has been made."
Fu Qingfeng took the candlestick and came to see Zhang Heng, who was sitting in the courtyard holding a sword.
"Go to bed, I have to wait for someone tonight."
The moon and stars are sparse, which is a good weather for murder and arson.
Zhang Heng leaned on the chair, raised his head and glanced at the moonlight, and there was no joke in his words.
"Brother Zhang, are there any guests coming tonight?"
Fu Qingfeng is just an ordinary person and doesn't know much about monks.
Hearing this, Zhang Heng laughed and said: "People who practice Taoism have nothing left to lose. They have learned two kinds of magic. They all think that they are the best in the world. Today in the restaurant, I broke the Taoist's magic. I didn't expect that he would not be able to do it."
If you are willing to lose to me, you will come back tonight to get the situation back."
Fu Qingfeng shuddered when he heard that the Taoist would come again.
These cultivators are different from their martial arts counterparts. They are all very sophisticated and hard to guard against, and they will fall into traps if they are not careful.
Fu Qingfeng still knows the strength of his fellow disciples.
With the senior brother as the leader and several junior brothers, even a bandit village with hundreds of people can be picked at their pick.
But in front of that Taoist, they all fell down with a wave of their sleeves, completely unable to fight back. If that Taoist comes again tonight to cause trouble, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat him even if I go up.
"Brother Zhang, I'm going to trouble you again."
Fu Qingfeng felt a little embarrassed when he thought that his senior brothers had caused this incident, but Zhang Heng had to bear the responsibility in the end.
What's more, after his brothers were rescued, they didn't even say thank you. Instead, they blamed Zhang Heng for interrupting their opportunity. Thinking of it, Fu Qingfeng felt ashamed.
"I am Hongjian's friend, and you are Hongjian's wife."
"Hongjian is not at home right now. As the eldest brother, I will not let anyone bully you. This is not to blame you, but to give Hongjian face."
Zhang Heng waved his hand: "Go to sleep, I'm here, there's no problem."
Fu Qingfeng bowed slightly, knowing that he could not help, so he went back to the house and hid.
Tick tock, tick tock...
Time passed by minute by minute, and it was midnight in the blink of an eye.
"Be careful of candles and beware of thieves!"
On the street outside, the sound of the night watch could be heard.
Bang bang bang!!
Bang the clapper three times, it’s the third watch.
"Be careful with the candle!"
The sound of the watchman gradually approached.
The banging sounds come one after another, with a special rhythm that makes people drowsy.
Zhang Heng opened his eyes slightly and inserted the sword into the ground.
The next second, one becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen...
The sword seemed to have the ability to reproduce. Zhang Heng obviously inserted it in front of him, but soon, more swords multiplied, extending all the way outward, surrounding the entire courtyard.
Buzz buzz...
The sword buzzed, swaying like weeds blown by the breeze, echoing the sound of bangs outside.
The sound of bangs outside, neutralized by the sound of swords, also became exciting, and the sleepiness was swept away.
"Scattered water plants are flowing from left to right, and fair ladies are longing for them."
"I can't get what I want, so I sleep hard and think about it. I'm leisurely, tossing and turning."
"You can pick them from left and right, and play the harp and harp to make friends with them."
"There are different kinds of water-lilies, and there are vines on the left and right, and there are fair ladies, and they are played with bells and drums."
There were chants and the sound of musical instruments playing outside.
In a daze, Zhang Heng seemed to have dreamed back to the Qin Dynasty, transforming into a farmer and picking water plants by the river.
After picking and picking, I looked up and saw a woman picking watercress on the other side of the river.
She is beautiful and virtuous, and her smile will captivate the whole country. Just one glance at her makes people toss and turn over and over again, making them sleepless at night. They want to play the harp and harp to get close to her, and beat the bells and drums to please her.
"Master, Master?"
The beauty wears gauze clothes, half covered and half exposed.
A pair of jade feet, not stained by dust.
He is about twenty-eight years old and sixteen years old.
If you add it, you will gain weight; if you subtract it, you will become thinner.
Neither fat nor thin, her voice is like a clear bell.
Such a beautiful woman can marry a prince.
"Wonderful!"
"No if you are over 18!"
Zhang Heng smiled while stroking his hands and praised: "The petty bourgeoisie has flowers and wine, the idle man has a bedside, Huai Chun chants the ancients and can't afford to hurt, and a lolita marries a prince!!"
I saw Zhang Heng praising him.
The girl sang and danced: "The peacock flies southeast and lingers for five miles."
After dancing to the song, his eyes were watery and rippling: "Master, are you willing to fly with me?"
Zhang Heng flicked the blade of the sword with his fingers and sang: "If we can fly together, we can fly together, true love will always be with us. If we can fly together, we can fly together, and we will never regret it."
Finished singing.
Zhang Heng raised his sword and struck: "Go to hell, Ma De!"
The girl was caught off guard and was struck on the shoulder by a sword, which turned into sparks and dissipated away.
At the same time, the illusion suddenly disappeared, and a muffled groan came from outside the wall, as well as an angry curse: "You rough guy, you are so rude!"
"Put out the flying sword!"
Zhang Heng stretched out his hand and the sword flew out instantly.
Seeing the flying sword coming, the Taoist priest outside the wall turned into a wisp of smoke and said sternly: "This is the foot of the emperor. My dream skills were suppressed by the fate of the dynasty and were greatly reduced. This is why you won two games. You have the guts."
Come to Tianqi Mountain outside Nancheng and find me at Tianqi Temple, and I will definitely let you taste my power."
Zhang Heng smiled disdainfully: "Weak people will always make excuses for their failures, but strong people will not. You'd better retreat and practice hard for a few more years."
Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest became even more angry: "I have a piece of my dream law that can be used as a bet. Do you dare to come to heaven to watch and fight with me again?"
"Dream method?"
Zhang Heng's eyes lit up.
The dream skills of Taoist priests are hard to guard against, and they are obviously inherited.
To put it aside, just one moment in the human world can be converted into fifteen days in a dream, which can greatly increase one's spiritual performance.
When the time comes to practice swordplay in a dream at night, one dream lasts for a year. Even if the effect of practicing in the dream will be compromised, the thirty-fifty dream means the thirty-fifty years in the dream. Will the realm of thousands of swords flying together be far away?
"It's a good bet, I'll take it."
Zhang Heng flew up.
In mid-air, he looked back at Fu Qingfeng's boudoir, thought about it, and left another jade charm to protect his house.
After all, the Taoist priest had just attacked with his dream technique, and Fu Qingfeng fell asleep without any surprise.
If a flower-picking thief comes as soon as he leaves, and the unconscious Fu Qingfeng becomes like Xiao Longnu, then his sin will be huge.
"My heart is in disarray, the world is in panic, I guard the house and guard the place."
Zhang Heng inserted the divine secret into the jade talisman.
The next second, a translucent golden-armored general appeared at the door. He poked the ground with his halberd and exhaled a breath from his nostrils: "Humph!"
"Thank you, General!"
Zhang Heng bowed his hands, then turned into a stream of light and flew towards Qishan Mountain.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._