Chapter 25 Falling Wood and Flying Flowers, Learn Swordsmanship from it
Under the sun.
The donkey suddenly sighed and said: "As a donkey locked in a stable, what can I do to drive away the evil spirits flying in the air? If I bite off the rope and jump out to drive away the evil spirits, why don't you deal with me afterwards?"
Seeing the human being with his back to the sun and a mistrustful smile on his lips, it felt very frightened.
The black donkey swore and shouted: "I really didn't lie to you. I can't fly. Apart from kicking higher and faster, I don't even know any magic. I eat and drink every day and I'm very incompetent."
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Zhang Wenfeng didn't believe this weird donkey's excuse.
Those who are really capable say that they are incompetent and like to show off with only half a bucket of water.
He just stared without saying a word, and after a while he said three words: "What else?"
"What else?"
The black donkey failed to keep up with the leaping thinking of humans.
It's a pity that it's just a donkey. It can act cute and open its mouth every day. Its life is ordinary, but it's passable.
Things that use your brain... Come on, why does it require so much effort?
Is it possible to deceive an extra piece of grass, or to kidnap a female donkey? There are only three or two male humans in the Taoist temple. Over the years, they have become tired of seeing them, and they usually spend most of their time in a daze.
"Pretend, just pretend as hard as you can!"
Zhang Wenfeng regarded the long-eared monster donkey in front of him with a pair of black, watery and big eyes as a creature that was not weaker than human intelligence. Seeing that the donkey's face was full of confusion, he reminded: "Then
After the evil spirit first came and left."
"oh oh."
Black Donkey thought hard, thought painfully, racked his brains, and finally shook his head and told the truth.
"My perceptual ability is limited. I slept well at night. The evil ghost's breath was cold and cold. I woke up before I could notice it. After the evil ghost left, I fell asleep again and didn't feel anything wrong. That... was it something in the Taoist temple?
Got robbed?"
Got robbed again?
Zhang Wenfeng saw something different in those donkey eyes, and followed the tone of his voice and asked, "Before our yard became haunted, were there any strangers from outside that came in?"
He believed that the donkey probably didn't notice that he had borrowed a corpse to return to the world.
This guy sleeps standing up and is very sleepy. If he really notices it, he will make a fuss and scream.
"It was someone who had been outside. In the afternoon two days before the haunting, he was no stranger, but your fifth senior brother. Hunchback took him around the yard and left after a short time. Later, after an appointment
A quarter of an hour later, I saw Fifth Senior Brother wandering around the backyard again, and he was alone, sneaking around."
Hei Lu was deeply impressed by the fifth senior brother. The human being was smiling, polite and graceful, but he often showed another face behind his back.
As a donkey, humans are not on guard against it.
It doesn't like that hypocritical human being.
The human being was persuaded by the old viewer to retreat down the mountain the day before, and he led it down the mountain to drink water and eat grass.
It heard the human gnashing his teeth and cursing in a low voice, "I'm going to come back one day, you damn old man," and so on, and even kicked him a few times to vent his anger.
It doesn't care about it, otherwise it can make that annoying guy go to heaven with a slap in the crotch of that human being.
Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly. He had long been aware of the hunchback's tendency to be greedy for petty gains. He occasionally moved vegetables from the field to his home, just thinking about the face of the old patron and the friendship with his relatives who were also from the old Zhang family.
In the past, he had a thin skin, so he never revealed the truth and fired the hunchback. In the end, he was killed.
Lowering the arm holding the sword at an angle, Zhang Wenfeng saw that the donkey's taut skin relaxed significantly in the sunlight, and suddenly realized that the donkey seemed more nervous than he was.
He calmly continued to ask: "When did you awaken your spiritual wisdom?"
So far, he has not sensed any negative things such as violence or murderous intent from Hei Donkey.
After using the spiritual eye technique, his perception is much stronger at this time, and he can detect some unknown changes.
It's just strange that after looking at it for such a long time, he didn't see any fluctuations in the demonic aura on the donkey's body.
Is it so well hidden?
The black donkey grinned, showing his neat white teeth, gave him a cute smile, and said:
"It was about a summer day more than four years ago, when the old viewer was still able to travel far away. I felt like I had been in a long dream, and suddenly woke up from the hazy state of mind. The feeling was very strange. My body became stronger and my ears worked better.
Now I can understand human speech, and the old temple master praised me for becoming spiritual, and the world seems to have changed."
Hearing what Donkey said, Zhang Wenfeng found that fragment in his memory. It was the combination of the two.
He was eighteen years old at the time and had just passed the examination of the Taoist branch and officially obtained the Taoist certificate.
"As far as I know, a little demon who has developed spiritual intelligence within ten years should not be able to understand human speech?"
"This...I don't know. I grew up in a Taoist temple. The old temple master didn't tie me up at that time and allowed me to move around freely in front of the Taoist temple. I like to listen to you chanting sutras in the morning and evening. I couldn't understand it at that time.
, I just felt it sounded good and felt comfortable. After opening my spiritual wisdom, I finally figured it out."
The black donkey's eyes showed an intoxicating look.
When the sun shines on its fur, it shines like silk.
There was something vaguely touched in Zhang Wenfeng's heart, but he couldn't grasp it. He subconsciously asked: "What do you want to understand?"
"I was listening to you chanting sutras. It should be that I suddenly became enlightened after listening to a certain Taoist sutra."
Seeing the strange look on Zhang Wenfeng's face, Black Donkey thought he didn't believe it and emphasized: "It must be like this. He has listened to many Taoist scriptures, been influenced by the Taoist sect, and has been blessed by heaven and earth."
It brazenly puts money on its own face and even mentions "getting good fortune from heaven and earth".
Zhang Wenfeng jumped up and ran up the hillside with his sword in hand, as anxious as if he had been chased by a dog.
The black donkey was startled, and then realized that he was not trying to harm it, and he didn't know why the human was so crazy, so he shouted hurriedly: "Hey, Zhang... that Guanzhu, can I stay? Please give me a guarantee."
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It’s hard to find a chatty human being, but it really doesn’t want to live a homeless life.
Even with his meager experience, he knows that life outside is full of dangers.
It's such a big piece of flesh and it's walking alone outside, so it won't do anything good. There are countless humans who care about it.
It doesn't have the courage to go into the deserted mountains and swamps.
It is still comfortable to stay in the Taoist temple, the chanting of sutras by the temple master is pleasant to listen to, and it does not have to worry about finding food, food and water. This is the life of a donkey.
Except for the past few days, the owner of the temple has been attacked by ghosts, which makes him feel a little embarrassed and makes him howl with hunger.
It doesn't want to leave the Taoist temple and wander alone unless it can learn a few magic tricks.
"Can!"
Zhang Wenfeng left like the wind, leaving only one word in the air.
The black donkey was so happy that it jumped almost ten feet high, jumping up and down. It was so happy that it roared in the field and went crazy. It is impossible to describe its happy mood at this time, and it was able to communicate with the viewer.
Beautiful days, days of hope are waving to it.
Zhang Wenfeng was enlightened by the words of Donkey's "Tao Jing", and a bolt of lightning struck his mind.
He recited silently, "The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao; the name can be named, but it is not famous." He did not look at the bumps and obstacles under his feet or the obstacles in front of him. With the help of God, not even a leaf touched him, and he rushed up the mountain without any locks.
In the backyard, the door was closed and bolted.
He was barefoot, with his trouser legs rolled up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his face was covered with mud marks.
He drew his sword and jumped around in the open space, practicing the wooden sword technique "Luomu Feihua Sword" that he learned from his master.
He has long been skilled in this set of thirty-six swordsmanship, which is famous for its complexity and sensitivity.
At this moment, I was immersed in that vague Taoist realm and used my sword skills. It was another mysterious and dazzling scene that was different from the usual. The sword energy was cold and light green light poured out in all directions, like thousands of sword shadows, coming and going in the passage between the huts on both sides.
Vertically and horizontally, floating freely.
The setting sun moved obliquely until the golden sunlight passed through the gaps in the tree trunks and covered the top of the mountain.
The sword energy suddenly faded away.
Zhang Wenfeng sheathed his sword and stood tall, showing an air of magnanimity.
A layer of dust and fallen leaves rolled up under the eaves of the huts on both sides, accumulating like waves. Within two or three feet of his feet, the green brick floor was clean, as if it had been washed several times, and a smile bloomed from the corner of his mouth.
He himself felt that his swordsmanship had greatly improved after this practice.
Compared with the swordsmanship mastered in the past, there is an added freedom of movement, and the power and speed are completely different.
He also learned a completely new swordsmanship from the thirty-six movements of swordsmanship.
He named that move "Flying Flower Style" and combined it with Yuan Qi to perform it. It was light and dazzling, and its brilliance contained a sure kill in one hit.
At this moment, the Yuan Qi in his body was almost empty. A three-foot shallow pit exploded on the green brick ground two feet in front of him. There was a diagonal sword mark at least five feet deep in the pit.
This is where the power of his "Flying Style" lies.