Time flies, and before I know it, night has passed and day has come again. In the morning, with a gentle breeze and purple mist, a golden sun shoots out from the horizon, spreading its rays of light across the world...
Zhang Yutang sat in the abandoned house and breathed quietly to the east. The strands of essence were absorbed, refining the cold and cold impurities in his body, bringing his body closer to the pure Yang Wuji Dao.
flutter!
A stream of white essence was spat out from Zhang Yutang's mouth. The white light was like a knife, and it landed on a green brick in front of him. However, he heard a snap and the green brick shattered.
"The way of spiritual practice is like sailing on water. If you don't advance, you will retreat. In the past six months, I have carefully breathed out and refined the impurities in my body. However, I have only eliminated a little of the hidden impurities in my body. If I can get the five gods
Lei Zhengfa uses the method of thunder and lightning to remove cold and cold impurities from the body, which will achieve twice the result with half the effort."
"It's just that the Five Capital Divine Thunder Zhengfa is a thing of the gods, it is hard to obtain, and practicing hard is also the right path."
After taking in his breath, Zhang Yutang stood up, feeling refreshed, and walked outside the yard, breathing in the fresh air. The fresh air filled his lungs, making him feel very comfortable.
After sitting outside for a while, the warm sunshine shone on my body, and an incredible warmth spread from the depths of my heart, making me feel lazy and very comfortable.
At this time, the old woman had already prepared breakfast. Seeing that Zhang Yutang was basking in the sun outside without smoke, she shouted: "Mr. Zhang, there is a lot of food cooked at home, why don't you eat at my house?"
Zhang Yutang smiled and said: "Thank you, madam. I practice Kung Fu and have stopped eating fireworks for a long time. Thank you very much for the old woman's kindness."
"Sir, your cultivation is so profound!"
The old woman said in shock: "I heard the old man at home say that only people with extremely advanced cultivation can eat the wind, drink the dew, and spit out the clouds. Could it be that you, sir, are already among the gods?"
In the eyes of the world, those who can call the wind and rain, sow beans into soldiers, fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and turn over rivers and seas are gods. But in the eyes of people like Zhang Yutang, only those who live forever and live as long as heaven and earth can be called gods.
"I'm not a god."
Zhang Yutang always had a warm smile on his face: "I'm just proficient in some qi training methods. I don't need food or drink. Old man, you go ahead and do your work first, lest the food gets cold and becomes unpalatable."
"Okay, Mr. Zhang, I'll go over first."
The old woman returned to the house, had dinner with her son, and then told Wang Hongxin to go out and find a job. If he wanted to survive, he could only keep working.
Life, it is easy to be born, but not easy to live.
Zhang Yutang returned to the house again, with no trace of water in his heart. He took the pen and began to write strokes one by one, concentrating on writing the words. These words were all single words, such as the word "mountain", the word "thunder", the word "wind",
Like the word "fire", every word is written with concentration.
When these words fell on the paper, they caused the energy of heaven and earth to gather together. This gathering happened at a steady speed and did not cause any strange phenomena in heaven and earth.
Zhang Yutang has already reached the state of being able to follow the rules of what he says. When he writes about mountains forming mountains, water forming water, and thunder coming, every word can evoke the true meaning of the word.
He wrote one word after another. After each word was written, he put it aside casually and continued to write other words. When it was approaching dusk, Zhang Yutang mentioned another poem on the paper. This
Only then can one day's mission be completed.
At this time in Hongye Town, it was already dark, the sun was setting in the west, the stars were rising in the sky, and another starry day was about to begin.
Wang Hongxin, who had been busy outside for a long time, also returned and went to Zhang Yutang's room: "Mr. Zhang, my mother asked me to bring you a bowl of gruel!"
A bowl of soup was contained in a not-too-shabby bowl, with a few grains of rice sparsely rolling down in the clear water.
This porridge is really thin!
Zhang Yutang shook his head and sighed: "I am sorry for how difficult the people's livelihood is!"
Wang Hongxin didn't read much and couldn't understand what Zhang Yutang said. He just looked at the many words on the table and said: "Sir, are these words yours? The writing is really beautiful, better than the private school Mr. I have seen."
The calligraphy is much more beautiful."
"Do you want to learn? If so, I will teach you!"
Zhang Yutang smiled and took out the broken painting: "Take a look, what does this calligraphy look like? I'll give it to you. If you get it to Hongye Town, if you meet someone who knows the goods, a word will cost a fortune. If you don't know the goods, that's it.
, just buy some money and use it to spend your days."
"Sir, do you want to teach me how to read and write?"
Wang Hongxin refused and said, "Let's forget it. I've had headaches since I was a child when I saw books. It's more uncomfortable for me to read and learn than to kill me."
As he said this, he took over Zhang Yutang's piece "Broken Arrangement" and looked at it carefully, but he felt that every word was very full of energy and energy. Even though he didn't understand what it was about, he felt comfortable for a while.
When I looked at it with concentration, I suddenly felt that my soul was out of my body, and I came to a battlefield. There were millions of soldiers on the battlefield, waving their arms and fighting, which made people's blood boil with excitement.
Among the millions of soldiers, there was a general who pointed at the void with his long sword and said something calmly. In an instant, a vicissitudes of life and a tragic aura surged out of the general's body.
"who?"
As if he sensed something, the general turned his head sharply, and Wang Hongxin felt two flames rising from his eyes, piercing pain, and he woke up with an oops.
But he found that he was still in Zhang Yutang's house. There were millions of soldiers fighting on the battlefield, and there were only words that looked ordinary.
But at this time, Wang Hongxin also knew the extraordinary nature of this calligraphy.
"This word "Fu" is too precious, I can't accept it!" Although Wang Hongxin was delighted, he still refused.
"Take it, it's not as valuable as you think."
Zhang Yutang pointed at the words on the table and said, "Look, there are all words in it. Just find one you like and take it. I might be able to save your life."
"good!"
Wang Hongxin couldn't refuse, so he found a piece of paper with only one word on it and took it over. On this piece of paper, there was only one correct word: "Mother hopes to be an upright person, so take this word and stick it in the house, always
Watch yourself."
"Righteous and awe-inspiring is a good word."
Zhang Yutang said happily: "Well, since you don't want the ruined painting, and you want to post this word in the house, I will give you another word. This word is the word 'town'. You should keep it in your arms in case of accidents."
"this?"
Wang Hongxin felt that he already understood the value of these words. He was embarrassed to ask for them, but Zhang Yutang handed them over.
"Take it over, it's just a word, it's not worth anything. Besides, I might still be your breadwinner in the future, so I'll take advantage of it by just giving it away."
"Let's go and give the old woman a massage and acupuncture!" (To be continued.)