After meeting Mrs. Liu, she was inevitably concerned, and Zhang Sui listened respectfully.
After the family had dinner, Zhang Sui took Fang Xiong without leaving with his sword, but walked all the way towards his residence.
At this time, the bright moon was in the sky, and the clear light filled the earth. Although it was already night, the streets were still very bright.
It's early spring now, the temperature is warming up, the trees on both sides of the road are starting to sprout buds, and the whole city is exuding a strong sense of vitality.
The two of them were silent all the way and walked forward slowly.
Zhang Sui couldn't help but sigh. In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed. In this half year, it is not a long time to go from a mortal to a practitioner who can enter and exit the Qingming. But for him, the change in his state of mind is the most important thing.
The biggest change.
From the initial ecstasy to the current indifference, Zhang Sui now looks back on the changes during this period with some emotion.
Zhang Sui is not the kind of competitive person by nature. Although he is very active in spiritual practice, he cannot be considered crazy.
He was born as a small person, with a calm mind. He had no thoughts of being king and hegemony, and his original idea was to experience the feeling of cultivating an immortal, live longer, and be able to see different scenery.
But fate has brought Zhang Sui to where he is now step by step, which is completely different from what he expected. It seems like there are hands in the secret pushing him to keep moving forward, and everything seems to happen naturally, which makes him very entangled at times.
Just as he was thinking about something, Zhang Sui suddenly frowned, stopped, and turned to look to the west. There was a stir of spiritual energy coming from there. It was obvious that there were practitioners taking action in the city.
Fang Xiong whispered: "It seems to be Commander Cheng."
Zhang Sui nodded. He could see the muffled sound of thunder and the light and shadow of lightning in that direction, which should be the movement of the pole in Cheng Di's hand.
Zhang Sui said: "Go over and have a look." After saying that, he took Fang Xiong into the air and flew towards the place where the noise was getting louder and louder.
Soon they arrived at the place. Zhang Sui and Fang Xiong stood on the sword light and looked at the people below who were doing something.
At this time, in a courtyard, Cheng Di was fighting one against four, and the four who lacked a shot in his hand were retreating steadily.
There were many practitioners with flashes of spiritual light around them, and they were commenting on the fighting of several people in the field.
A group of green-clothed guards were holding short crossbows at their sides, wary of the practitioners without the slightest fear.
Cheng Di had a stern look on his face, and his attack with the spear in his hand was extremely fierce.
Several of his opponents were armed with strange weapons and coordinated their attacks with formations. If not for this, they would have been defeated long ago.
But even so, the four people were gradually unable to hold on. The pole in Cheng Di's hand, the Qingling Power of Qingling, Zhang Sui, was too powerful, and the attacks had a paralyzing effect of thunder and lightning.
At this time, the hair of the four people exploded one after another, and the clothes on their bodies were burnt black.
One of the fat men holding double hooks hissed: "This fellow Taoist, why are you so aggressive? The four of us are just having fun. Is it necessary to fight to the death?"
Cheng Di kept attacking in his hands and said in a cold voice: "Looking for fun? In the past two days, five people's homes have been in trouble. When I come to your door, you are just looking for fun. You really think that there is no one in Kunzhou Mansion, right?"
The fat man said: "We cultivators have long been different from ordinary people. We just have to obey our hearts. If those guys make us unhappy, I will kill them!"
Cheng Di said sternly: "What kind of Tao are you practicing, you are such a bullshit practitioner? Is it the way of animals? Only those animals act on instinct!
I, Dayan, govern the country by law. No matter whether you are a noble official, a trafficker, a pawn, or a practitioner, you must abide by the law. If you dare to harm the lives of innocent people, no matter who you are, you will not be able to escape from being stabbed in the head!"
The surrounding discussions gradually became quiet.
Zhang Sui looked at the people fighting below and understood the whole story. He sighed secretly: "Such people who indulge themselves once they gain strength may not be a minority in the practice world. Even if the practice world has formulated rules,
There are thousands of kinds of people, and there will always be some who are unclear."
The fat man saw that the communication was fruitless and that Cheng Di's posture was completely aimed at killing them. The four of them roared, and black smoke suddenly emitted from their bodies, covering a five-foot square area, and no one could see his fingers.
Cheng Di's hand was filled with brilliance, and he heard a fierce sound of weapons clashing in the thick smoke.
Soon, four staggering figures ran out of the thick smoke. One of them took two steps and fell to the ground.
The remaining three people fled in three directions.
Seeing this, the guards in green clothes on the outside fired their short crossbows at the three of them, but they were all blocked by them.
A spear flew out from the thick smoke and directly pinned a figure who was about to climb over the wall to the ground. The remaining two people were even more panicked. Thick smoke rose from their bodies, covering their figures. A cloud of thick smoke had just jumped out.
Wall, I heard a voice coming from outside the wall: "Go back!"
Then a figure was kicked back into the courtyard, rolled around on the ground several times, and found it difficult to get up. The thick smoke on his body also dissipated, revealing a frightened face.
The thick smoke fled in another direction and jumped directly into a small river in the city outside the courtyard wall, diving into the water without a trace.
Zhang Sui, who was in the air, used his ground-recognizing technique to search for him, and soon found the trace of the man. With a wave of his sword, a dazzling ray of light shot directly into the water. He only heard a scream in the water and blood gushing out.
Zhang Sui said to Fang Xiong beside him: "Go and get that guy back."
Fang Xiong nodded, pushed his feet hard, and jumped directly from the sword light. At this time, Zhang Sui and the others were at least thirty or forty feet away from the ground. Fang Xiong just jumped down, making a loud noise when he landed.
The practitioners watching the excitement around him were startled by the movement. When they looked over, they saw Fang Xiong standing up straight.
I saw Fang Xiong wearing a bamboo hat and a Confucian shirt, moving his feet, every step was three feet away, and he arrived at the river in a few steps.
As soon as the injured figure emerged from the water, Fang Xiong jumped across the river, grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
He took a few steps back to the courtyard and threw the person to the ground.
Cheng Di also escaped from the thick smoke at this time. Electric light flashed all over his body, and a puff of black smoke was forced out of his body. When he saw Fang Xiong, he nodded.
Fang Xiong nodded slightly in response.
Zhang Sui's art of knowing the earth enveloped the whole city, and he checked the number of practitioners in the city. Unexpectedly, there were as many as two to three hundred people.
Some of these people must have come to watch the ceremony, and the other part may have come to fish in troubled waters. After all, things like shimmering grass are still very tempting to practitioners.
Zhang Sui could clearly feel the malice of some of them, but he didn't care. Because in his opinion, the cultivation of these practitioners did not pose much of a threat at all.
Although there are many practitioners in the Human Immortal Realm, with Zhang Sui's current strength, as long as he doesn't meet someone like Mr. Meng, he really doesn't pay attention to others.
Zhang Sui thought for a moment, swung his sword, and a huge sword light split the clouds above the entire Kunzhou City into two. The bright moon that had just been obscured by the clouds revealed a soft clear glow under this sword.
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Zhang Sui showed his figure under the moonlight, and a faint voice sounded: "I am Zhang Sui of Junshan Academy. The academy is about to be established. I welcome all of you to participate in this grand event.
The boundary of Kunzhou is the fundamental place of the academy. I like to make friends. If anyone comes here with the intention of communicating, I will welcome them no matter who they are. If they have ulterior motives, don't blame me for using my sword to reason.
You’ve said it before, so don’t blame me for not predicting it!”
Zhang Sui's voice was emitted by vibrating spiritual power, instantly spreading throughout the city and expanding outside the city. Only those practitioners who could feel the spiritual power could hear it.
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of sword lights gathered around Zhang Sui. Zhang Sui shouted, and those dozens of sword lights went straight to all directions in Kunzhou City!
In the blink of an eye, screams and angry shouts erupted from everywhere in Kunzhou City, but soon there was no sound.
Under the moonlight, Zhang Sui looked down with an expressionless face. For a moment, the restless aura of the entire Kunzhou City condensed!
Zhang Sui felt an almost extremely strong aura rising into the air, approaching him, and soon appeared near him.
Six people came, one monk, two Taoists and three scholars.
The six of them are not traveling together, and there is a distance between them.
The monk had a sad look on his face and was wearing a worn-out monk's robe. He kept twisting the Buddha beads in his hand. He bowed to Zhang Sui, chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and said: "The donor has such a murderous intention. All these comrades are here."
When you are watching the ceremony, why do you need to resort to such harsh measures to only increase the number of evildoers?"
Zhang Sui bowed slightly and did not answer, but asked: "What do you call the master?"
The monk said: "Lao Na Huijue has met Almsgiver Zhang."
Zhang Sui looked at the other people. The Taoist was wearing a green Taoist robe and had a huge gourd around his waist. When Zhang Sui looked over, he nodded with a smile.
Next to him was a young Taoist boy, who was clutching the corner of the Taoist's clothes tightly and looking nervously at the void beneath his feet.
Zhang Sui also nodded in response and looked at the three people dressed as scholars. One of them was probably about the same age as Mr. Meng. He had white hair, a smooth face and no beard. The decree lines on his face were daunting, and he had a black iron head.
Carrying the mace behind his back.
The other two were not very old. One of them held a ruler in his hand, and Zhang Sui was a little curious about what was hanging from the waist of the other. It turned out to be a pair of golden hammers with hammer heads as big as Japanese melons. These things should not be used by scholars.
When the three of them saw Zhang Sui looking over, they also gave a slight salute, and Zhang Sui returned the salute.
Zhang Suidao: "Do the Taoist Master and the three gentlemen feel the same way?"
The Taoist waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Second Young Master, I think it makes sense to be like this. The old Taoist Qingxu comes from Kunlun, and this is my young disciple." The boy looked at Zhang Sui with bright eyes and bowed.
The old gentleman said directly: "The evil spirit is lingering, and you deserve to die!"
Zhang Sui looked at the old monk Huijue and said: "The people I killed just now were either evil disciples of the Lingmu Sect or foreign objects with evil spirits around them. They were all people riddled with blood. The master thinks that these people can be regarded as cultivators."
Comrades?"
Huijue's bitter face was even more ugly at this time. He chanted the name of the Buddha in a low voice and said in a low voice: "Even so, we should give these people a chance to turn around. It is always wrong to punish them without teaching them!"
Zhang Sui no longer wanted to talk to the old monk. He must have been fooled.
It seems that I have to remind Mr. Meng not to recruit any eminent Buddhist monks to teach, otherwise who knows what will be taught.
At this time, the city of Kunzhou was very lively, and these bustles were not caused by the practitioners, but by the green-clothed guards, under the command of Cheng Di, who were rushing to clean up the mess wherever the sword light fell.
Zhang Sui said: "Fellow Taoists, if you have time, why don't you come and sit in the humble house for a while? How about that?"
He said this to the Taoist and a few scholars. As for the old monk, let him be spared.
The Taoist and the scholar all nodded in agreement, and they all followed Zhang Sui to his courtyard.
Na Huijue also realized that he was bored, so he sighed and turned around to leave. Suddenly he saw Fang Xiong on the ground talking to Cheng Di, and his eyes lit up.
Zhang Sui and others sat down in the courtyard, and the old gentleman introduced him: "Old Li Lian and Mr. Meng are old acquaintances. These two are my students, Ren Ge and Yan Qiang."
Zhang Sui saluted and said with a smile: "It turns out that he is Mr. Meng's friend, so he is my elder. I can be regarded as half a student of Mr. Meng."
Ren Ge held a ruler in his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang's name is well known to us. It's better to meet him than to be famous. I didn't expect him to be so famous!"
Zhang Sui was a little surprised. When did his reputation become so famous? He smiled and said, "I have never set foot outside Kunzhou Prefecture in my life. How can I become famous?"
Yan Qiang was placing a pair of sledgehammers on the ground. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "The Shimmer Grass incident has spread the names of Brother Zhang and your brother throughout the cultivation world. Who doesn't know about it now?"
Zhang Sui laughed and said: "It's just a false name. We also have Mr. Meng, a powerful man, to support us. Otherwise, we wouldn't dare to take this thing out."
After hearing this, several people couldn't help but nod in agreement after thinking about the stakes involved.
Taoist Master Qingxu said: "When I heard about the Shimmer Grass, I went all the way south in order to bring some of this spiritual object back to Kunlun to try it out.
Speaking of which, my Kunlun sect can also cultivate spiritual objects. Unfortunately, the growth of spiritual objects takes too long and the conditions are too harsh. Many times, they are not useful at all.
If Shimmerweed can grow in the Kunlun region, it would be of great significance to me in Kunlun!"
Zhang Suidao said: "I have learned about Kunlun from the mouth of Taoist Master Xuanfeng, and I have admired Kunlun for a long time. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely visit Kunlun in the future."
Taoist Qingxu smiled and said, "The old Taoist will definitely sweep the bed and wait for you."
Several people couldn't help but exchange some experiences on spiritual practice.
Through chatting, I learned that Mr. Li Lian had served in the Ministry of Punishment of the DPRK and Central Government for many years. Due to the fierce dispute between the two countries and the Central Government some time ago, the Ministry of Punishment where he served was also implicated and became a mess.
The old man beat up several important people on both sides, and was finally scolded by the superior. In anger, he resigned and left. After hearing a few old friends mention Mr. Meng's incident, he simply took two students all the way south to prepare.
Go to the academy and have a look.
Zhang Sui observed the state of the old man. He had entered Taoism through the law and had reached the pinnacle of the human immortal realm. He was only one step away from entering the earthly immortal realm. However, it was not that easy to take this step.
It was an eye-opener for Zhang Sui to listen to Mr. Li introducing some of the characteristics of his exercises.
His technique is similar to Mr. Meng's speech method. The old man has practiced the law intensively throughout his life. Every word and deed is consistent with the law. He can decide whether a person is right or wrong, life or death, and can be determined with just one word.
This made Zhang Sui think of a word: Mouth holding the Tian Xian!
Zhang Sui's heart moved, and he had some understanding as to why the old man could not break through to the immortal realm.
Li Lian entered Taoism with the law. The law was the foundation of all power in his heart. However, due to the limitations of this era, it was impossible for the law to achieve the purpose when it was formulated. Before the law, there is no distinction between noble and common people.
If Mr. Li Lian cannot break through this restriction, it is estimated that the Earth Immortal will be hard to come by.
From what the old man said, Zhang Sui felt that he should also understand this level, but there was an unfathomable gap between being able to understand and being able to do it.