Wen Zhiming was so old that he actually laughed out loud at Jiang Xiaoyu's words.
"You kid, what do you think about all day?" Wen Zhiming stroked his beard, walked behind the tail of the Wutong Boat, took a look at it, and said with a smile: "You kid, you really didn't talk nonsense, there is indeed some resemblance!"
"Besides, you are right. From now on, your Wutong boat will really fart and destroy people!"
"Ah?" Jiang Xiaoyu originally said it as a joke, but Wen Zhiming said it with certainty, and it didn't look like a joke at all.
Seeing Jiang Xiaoyu's puzzled eyes, Wen Zhiming immediately understood, "Xiaoyu, you probably don't know the beauty of this purple gold gourd, right?"
Jiang Xiaoyu scratched his head and replied: "I only know that it can trap the souls of the dead, and that the spatial environment inside seems to be able to change according to the will. I really don't know the rest."
"I don't blame you. If I do, blame your master. He didn't explain it clearly to you."
Wen Zhiming explained: "This purple gold gourd is actually a high-end storage treasure. However, because the space inside it is really limited, almost no one actually uses it to store things."
"What are you pretending to be?"
"As you just said, it's pretending to be a dead soul! Of course, besides the dead souls, its most powerful thing is that it can fake Taoist phenomena!"
"Pretending to be a Taoist phenomenon?" This statement is really unbelievable. Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but frown tightly, "Sect Master, what is this Taoist phenomenon?"
"Huh?" Wen Zhiming was obviously a little surprised, "You don't even know about Taoist phenomena?"
As he spoke, Wen Zhiming recited a few simple magic formulas. As the spiritual power around his body fluctuated, a small dark cloud suddenly gathered on the roof.
Then, among the dark clouds, it started to rain lightly.
"Did you see that the vision summoned by Taoism is called Taoism vision!"
"Now, you can try to collect this rainwater into the purple gold gourd."
"Rain? Is it really okay?"
Jiang Xiaoyu tried to convey his thoughts to Hulu, and a strange scene appeared.
I saw all the falling raindrops flying in from the mouth of the gourd.
"Is it really okay?"
With his mind sinking into the gourd, Jiang Xiaoyu saw that there was indeed a ball of rainwater floating in the middle of the gourd.
Then, with a thought in his mind, a straight ball of water arrows suddenly shot out from the gourd's mouth.
“It’s really useful!”
Jiang Xiaoyu raised his eyes and looked at the dark clouds on the roof, and his mind moved again. The dark clouds were actually taken in by the gourd. The dark clouds that were taken in were compressed into the size of a grain of rice inside the gourd.
But when he was released, the dark clouds returned to their original size, and light rain began to fall again in the house.
Outside the main hall, stood a monk in his thirties. He had been standing there since Wen Zhiming and Jiang Xiaoyu entered.
Obviously, he was a little impatient waiting here. He tried to look inside, but the palace door was still closed.
He is Ji Quansheng, the youngest monk in the Divine Transformation Stage in Zhuque Mountain and even in the entire Four Symbol Sect, besides Jiang Xiaoyu.
Once upon a time, he was a person that attracted everyone's attention. He was the star of tomorrow in everyone's eyes.
In the past, Wen Zhiming also visited Zhuque Mountain countless times to help him answer questions he encountered during his practice.
Others only looked at her with extreme envy. But he also enjoyed all this very much.
But since the Broken Leaf Forest Alliance three years ago, Wen Zhiming seems to have forgotten himself. He has never come to guide him for so long.
And every time he went to Silingyuan to see him, he was always turned away.
The reason is almost always because the sect leader is very busy and has no time.
Ji Quansheng also knew that Wen Zhiming was indeed very busy. Ye Hongyi, the elder of Zhuque Mountain, also advised him that the importance of the elders of the sect is not to be around you all the time.
But for some reason, his heart was always filled with depression.
Today, he saw Wen Zhiming, but to his disappointment, he was not here to teach him, but brought a young disciple who looked to be no more than twenty years old into the forbidden hall.
The forbidden hall is a place where even I can't enter.
So, in order to speed up the progress of cultivation, he could only set up a shed outside like other monks and suck in the flaming breath that overflowed.
After asking others, he found out that this young disciple had actually reached the stage of becoming a god. The most important thing was that he was only in his early twenties.
He suddenly realized that it was only because of a more evil genius that the big shots in the sect would forget about him.
Ji Quansheng is not a person who feels sorry for himself. On the contrary, he is extremely competitive.
Maybe he had suppressed it for a long time, but today, he wanted to ask directly.
After all, his ideal is definitely not to become an ordinary monk.
"Junior Ji Quansheng, please see the sect leader!" Finally, Ji Quansheng couldn't wait any longer and bowed loudly towards the palace.
"Is that that kid?" Wen Zhiming turned back to look in the direction of the door, and then he looked at Jiang Xiaoyu, "That's it for today. When we go back, practice more diligently. With the blessing of the purple gourd, this sycamore boat
Its power will definitely reach a higher level in the future."
With that said, Wen Zhiming walked out of the hall first.
Jiang Xiaoyu stepped onto the Wutong boat in one step. After all, he was used to riding in boats, but he still felt a little uncomfortable when asked to walk.
Seeing Wen Zhiming come out, Ji Quansheng hurriedly bowed again and said, "I've met the sect leader!"
"Get up, we cultivators, none of us will kneel down easily!"
When Ji Quansheng stood up, Wen Zhiming looked at it carefully for a while, then nodded with a smile and said: "Yes, yes, it has only been a few years since you entered the divine transformation stage, and your current cultivation level seems to be very stable. I'm afraid it won't be long before you can
Fly out of Zhuque Mountain and make a name for yourself."
Hearing Wen Zhiming's praise, Ji Quansheng did not dare to be complacent. He hurriedly said: "Everything depends on the guidance of the sect leader and master, Elder Ye!"
Wen Zhiming shook his head and said: "Master, let me in. Cultivation is personal. Everything depends on you."
"metropolitan..."
Ji Quansheng wanted to speak, but Wen Zhiming looked in the direction of Longshan and said, "Let's stop here today. You practice well. If you have a chance, I will let you go out and see the world."
With that said, Wen Zhiming passed him directly, stood up and left.
It's not Wen Zhiming's fault.
After all, Lin Zhihuan is at a critical moment at this moment. Although Alematophora is a legendary elixir, few people have actually taken it.
Wen Zhiming doesn't know if any accidents will happen during the process of taking this.
Therefore, he must rush there immediately.
After all, Lin Zhihuan is his most important right-hand man.
However, Ji Quansheng didn't know all this. At first, he felt that the depression in his heart had disappeared. But Wen Zhiming just said a few words to him and left in a hurry. This made him feel even more depressed than at the beginning.
It's going to be heavy.
He took a deep breath and looked at Wen Zhiming walking away. For a moment, he was as helpless as a child who had made a mistake.
In the thatched cottage in the distance, an older monk turned around with a sneer and muttered: "I really thought I was a genius. All I did was cling to the sect master's door all day long. Now I'm exhausted!"
The monks who can live in thatched hut here are all the powerful ones in the Divine Transformation Stage of Zhuque Mountain.
Everyone, including Ji Quansheng, could hear his words clearly.
An unknown fire suddenly rose in his heart, and when he was about to rush over to have a good argument, Jiang Xiaoyu, who was leaving Yu Zhou, happened to pass him by.
"Wait!" Ji Quansheng shouted.
Jiang Xiaoyu was currently immersed in the magical effects of the purple gold gourd, so naturally he didn't notice what he said.
Seeing that Jiang Xiaoyu didn't agree, Ji Quansheng felt even more unhappy.
"I told you to wait!"
"Huh?" Jiang Xiaoyu looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Ji Quansheng, "Senior brother, are you calling me?"
Jiang Xiaoyu didn't look annoying, but when he really turned around, Ji Quan was so full of complaints that he couldn't say anything anymore.
But thinking that his recent attention had been snatched away by this boy, Ji Quansheng still asked coldly: "What do you call junior brother?"
Jiang Xiaoyu's face darkened when he heard that the tone was wrong. He was not a troublemaker, but if trouble came, he would definitely not be afraid of it.
"Jiang Xiaoyu!"
"Junior Brother Jiang has long been my name. Junior Brother, would you like to accompany me to learn a thing or two."