Yue Anyan was unjustly given the loss of two crystal sands. She was such a rule-abiding Kun Dao that she would not participate in Yun Qiuhe's one-sided bet.
Hanging from his waist was a small, fist-sized green bamboo woven basket, with a small silver-threaded sword beetle coiled around a small sparkling water-soft spar, squatting motionless in the grass nest, as if it had fallen into hibernation.
"The world is declining, people you meet are unkind, you make careless friends, and you know people unkindly!"
In response to Yue Anyan's casual sigh, Yun Qiuhe tossed two crystal sands with a smile and said: "Yue Anyan, how about we make another bet, you still have one crystal sand left, you might as well lose it to me.
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She "won" the bet and generously gave the soft crystal to Yue Anyan as a favor.
The love between sisters is deep, this is just a gift, no money is allowed.
Yue Anyan looked at the temple leader who was drinking tea and suggested: "Our Taoist temple is too small to accommodate Master Yun. Otherwise, we should fire her Taoist priest. Anyway, she doesn't teach seriously, so she just takes the apprentices with her."
They were fooling around."
Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, smiled and shook his head: "If Yun Shangren is fired, half of our Taoist apprentices may run away tomorrow."
Yun Qiuhe laughed heartily and felt even better than if he had defeated Yue Anyan. The viewer knew how to talk.
Yue Anyan had no choice but to admit defeat.
After dinner, we sent away Yunshangren who was reluctant to go back.
The three teaching masters led a group of apprentices with completely different spiritual outlooks to the mountains to chant sutras and cultivate their minds, and then finished their evening classes.
There is a new moon in the night sky, and the three of them are sitting in the tea room in the west hall, chatting and talking about things.
Zhang Wenfeng briefly talked about his thoughts and feelings on this four-day retreat, which he summarized in just four words:
Peace of mind and clarity!
He can only provide some reference in an understatement. How to practice is all based on personal accumulation of insights.
The next morning, Zhang Wenfeng walked alone on the mountain path along the winding stream.
The sun has come out, slanting through the branches and shining brightly on me.
The winter fog is thin and permeates the woods, interweaving and changing with the shadows of the trees under the rising sun, forming light paths of different depths.
In the shade of the gully slope, there is still unmelted snow, and birds are sitting on the branches or bushes, chirping.
The peaceful and wild scenery is like a picture scroll, and the birds are not surprised when people come.
Zhang Wenfeng felt very relaxed physically and mentally, enjoying the cool morning breeze.
He was not in a hurry, he was in a good mood, and everything he saw was beautiful scenery that could be used in poetry.
There was a rough man dressed as a hunter in front of him, with his back to his direction, standing on the rocks by the stream, squatting and drinking water. There were hunting forks, hunting bows and a hanging strip of pheasants, hares and other prey beside the stream. The sound of water was splashing.
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Zhang Wenfeng suddenly stopped.
He had no hunting experience, so he couldn't see anything wrong from a distance of twenty or thirty feet.
There was no trace of a monk's aura on that Orion, and he looked at most like a martial artist in the early stages of the Houtian realm.
However, no matter how well he disguised himself, the "incense and copper coins" tied around his right wrist kept vibrating to warn that a black witch had appeared within thirty feet.
He used his spiritual eyes to look at Qi and scanned everywhere around him, holding the hilt of his sword on guard.
No matter how many cards you have, never underestimate every risk you encounter at the expense of your wealth and life.
He had just touched the cloth bag at his waist with his left hand, and before he could take out the warning fireworks, the hunter who was drinking water was already holding his hunting fork, stepping on the rock, and with a "bang", he jumped into the air.
The water stains on his beard were scattered everywhere. The sturdy man turned around in the air, shouted "Go", rounded his arms, and the hunting fork in his hand turned into a fierce cold light, roaring and breaking the peace and tranquility of the mountain forest.
Twenty or thirty distance away, they arrived in an instant.
Zhang Wenfeng's heart was palpitating, and the person who ambushed and attacked him was a second-level shaman warrior.
He drew his sword and stepped back to the side, not daring to directly swing his sword to block the hunting fork that flew into the air and shot out a stream of sparks, leaving only an afterimage.
The force and speed of this blow were beyond imagination.
He knew without trying that he couldn't stop him with his swordsmanship! Instead, he would become passive.
I don't know where the mistake was. A few days ago, he killed the witch cultivator to end the battle. He specifically used the method Zhong Wenyong taught him and carefully checked his whole body. No "witchcraft mark" was found.
In the scene before him, it was clear that the other party had grasped his movements and deliberately intercepted him in advance.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a temporary encounter.
Without hesitation, he used the magical power of the "Blue Light Reflection Curse". As he silently recited the scriptures, the panic caused by the opponent's momentum, murderous intent and hunting fork lock instantly calmed him down, and the whole person fell into an exceptionally calm state.
Maximize consciousness and perception.
He felt himself retreating behind a rough tree with a bowl edge. The moment he turned the corner with the cold light, the blade of the sword in his hand made a clanging sound.
"Clang", the arm shook violently, and the green bamboo sword swung away.
He seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and he quickly used small steps backwards to avoid protruding rocks and shrubs on the ground, and to resolve the impact of the huge collision with the hunting fork on him.
The second level shaman warrior is so powerful.
He didn't even have time to take out the fireworks to announce the news. The man shouted loudly and followed him like a shadow. He stretched out his hand to take out the hunting fork that had been knocked off the tree and broke the tree. He waved his hand unreasonably and smashed the hunting fork across the ground with several "bang, bang, click" sounds.
There were continuous sounds, and several tree trunks broke, crashing down in the direction of his retreat.
The messy tree trunks fell over a large area, seriously affecting the flight speed of Zhang Wenfeng, who could not fly.
He raised his left arm and calmly shouted at the strong sorcerer warrior who jumped from the air: "Stab!"
The "Hundred Turns and Thousands of Returns Curse" magical power was used after the scriptures were recited. Countless green lights turned into spikes and shot from several directions. Seeing the cold disdain in the strong man's eyes, he poured Yuan Qi into the law enforcement guard bound to his left hand.
Wristband.
The three wooden thorns that kill evil "chirp" shoot out and are mixed among the green thorns.
He used his left hand to wipe the black cloth bag again, and scattered a handful of bean sprouts mixed with thorns and wire vines around.
In just a short moment, he was forced to use all his methods, but there was no chance to seize the opportunity to launch the fireworks.
He swung his sword and dashed left and right through the gaps between the fallen trees, escaping extremely fast.
The man ignored the astonishing number of green thorns, slapped away two of the evil-killing thorns, and charged forward. All close attacks were deflected away by a layer of invisible protection around him.
"Bang bang bang", the green light shot looked spectacular, but it did not stop the man for a moment.
The difference in strength was too big. Even if he could use his magical power without being noticed, he still couldn't stop him from breaking through ten chapters with one force. Zhang Wenfeng kept running backwards and ran away, not daring to pause. His thinking and reaction were three points better than usual.
The stout man broke through the three layers of green thorns in succession, and his figure suddenly rose above the top of the tree. He flew down from a high position, trying to solve the problem with one blow. The man suddenly turned around in the air and swatted at a flash of dark red cold light with his left hand.
The cold light flashed away from his palm by more than a foot, then flashed upwards, then circled around and hit the strong man's neck from the side.
Light as if nothing, agile as a whirlwind.
"Flying sword!"
The strong man did not dare to be careless. He stretched out his left hand and grabbed it suddenly. The cold light was as slippery as a living thing and passed by the side in advance.
Zhang Wenfeng finally got a chance to breathe, and quickly took out the fireworks and threw them into the air. With three loud noises, the wild animals in the nearby mountains and forests for several miles were frightened and scattered. He felt relieved and jumped into the forest with many trees.
go.
As long as we hold on for a moment longer, rescue in the city will arrive.
He didn't dare to let the man get close at all. No matter how good his swordsmanship was, he still had no confidence to block the second-level wizard's punch. He could only use the flying sword pressed at the bottom of the box and control the circling harassment with his spiritual consciousness, trying to delay as much time as possible.
The strong man turned around in anger, took out the hunting fork again, and threw it hard at the Taoist priest twenty feet away.
He didn't expect that a little Taoist priest in the Qi Realm would find a new way to practice flying swords, which were extremely sharp and powerful. He had to concentrate on guarding against the small and silent flying swords.
The hunting fork turned into a stream of fire that was as powerful as breaking bamboo, blasting down all the trees, big and small, that were blocking the road.
The trees fell down, making an overwhelming sound, and they were crushed all the way towards the fleeing Zhang Wenfeng. Among them, the sharp cold light emitted by the hunting fork was the most deadly.
Zhang Wenfeng was extremely calm, flashing from side to side.
On the edge of life and death, running like a cat among the trees.
The more critical the moment, the more he cannot panic. He is currently in a "quiet" state of mind when casting the "Blue Light Covering Curse". He doesn't know how long he can control it. This is the first time he has used it, and his spiritual awareness and
Strength is stimulated to the maximum.
He was doing three things at once, controlling the small mahogany sword to stay with the man Sakon who was chasing after him.
He took the time to throw a talisman into the air with his backhand.
The wooden thorn talisman, the transparent talisman, and the thunder talisman all exploded in the sky above the forest like a goddess scattering flowers.
The light was dazzling, not just one, but three small suns suddenly lit up at the same time, illuminating a blazing white area within fifty feet. The lightning was like sharp arrows swimming around the snake, and it instantly wrapped around a snake, shielding its face with its hands and swooping down.
The shaman warrior man.
Thunder and lightning flashed, crackling and exploding.
The wooden thorn talisman is an addition that disturbs the breath and increases the disturbance, and the sharp whistling sound is constant.
A dark red cold light flashed in the blazing white, turned a corner, and struck from behind, as light as a breeze, to the vital part of the back of the man's neck where he was distracted by one thing.