I don't know what happened to the women in the room. Shui Qingru walked out of the teahouse with empty hands and a happy face. She smiled and skipped to the east courtyard kitchen. She seemed to have taken a big advantage.
Zhang Wenfeng sent Mo Ye and Xin Yue away, returned to the teahouse, and asked Yun Qiuhe to teach the little fox girl left behind basic painting practice.
He and his second senior brother, Yue Anyan, drank tea and chatted about recent events in the Taoist temple.
Two new bamboo buildings were built near the water pool, and all the wasteland at the foot of the short hill in Qingzheng Villa was reclaimed. Beans, fruits, and vegetables could be grown for a season. The old lame uncle suggested adding two donkeys to carry goods and mill.
Useful for plowing the ground.
Many things have been finalized due to conflicts between the parents, and it will be up to the second senior brother to arrange the arrangements when the time comes.
After the evening class, Zhang Wenfeng walked alone by the moonless stream for a while, and then went to see the donkey standing in the forest like a statue. He did not disturb the donkey's sleepless practice. On the way back to the back mountain, he met a mountain badger patrolling the mountain in the dark.
He stopped and tickled the tired guy lying on the ground.
Returning to the cave, I lit two more oil lamps in the quiet room, which illuminated the entire room.
He sat cross-legged for about a word, adjusted his mind to calmness, stood up and took out the best talisman ink, talisman pen and other items he had on hand, and took out a small mahogany sword and placed it on the desk with the tip of the sword facing himself.
As I slowly dipped my pen into the deep red ink, the familiar "subtle" feeling emerged.
On the slightly arced smooth sword body, the strokes are like a thread surrounding it.
The slender and almost invisible ink, Yuan Qi flows evenly to form complex runes, and penetrates deep into the sword body, leaving clear traces.
Stroke by stroke, meticulously, neither quickly nor slowly, with a very rhythmic rhythm, the three secret symbols of the talisman in the middle are completed, and the outline is drawn to the end of the talisman in one go.
A cyan light flashed on the dark red peach wood sword, and it quickly converged.
Stop writing for a while, turn over the small peach wood sword, dip in ink and continue to outline the inverse characters of "Ling Lian Xian".
The positive and negative are combined and complement each other.
In a moment, the runes were formed, and the pink and cyan brilliance on the flying sword complemented each other, blending together and returning to peace.
Zhang Wenfeng was overjoyed that it was finally done. He shouted softly: "Get up!"
The flying sword flew out as fast as lightning, hovering in the five-foot-sized room according to his will. He could feel that the flying sword had more connections and agility with his heart than before. He controlled it with his spiritual consciousness and had a feeling like an arm.
Make your fingers feel free.
After playing for a while, he took out the "Ling Lian Yijian Jue" booklet given to him by Gu Quan. He spent more than half an hour to learn the three basic attack methods of wave, circle and turning. He was satisfied with the flying sword and took it back to guard the jar.
There will be plenty of time to slowly practice flying sword skills in the future.
The attack of the flying sword is mainly unexpected, and the speed is so fast that it is difficult to prevent, and it can form an encirclement and pincer attack with the sword controller.
However, there are also weaknesses. Compared with the power burst of hand-held sword attacks, it is reduced by 30 to 40%.
Against those who are good at physical training in close combat, or those who are also martial arts practitioners, or those who are successful in tempering their bodies, flying swords will not be able to cause much damage and can only serve as a harassing and containment function.
Perhaps when the cultivation level is high, the explosive power of the flying sword can be increased accordingly.
He took out the dark green Dharma plate that was broken into three circles from his arms. He asked Wei Xingde, who was good at carpentry, to match the Dharma plate perfectly according to the fine texture on the Dharma plate. He used wooden restraints to fix the Dharma plate into a whole.
, use wood energy to nourish the damaged magic weapon every day.
He asked Mo Ye for advice and spent a lot of time using this method, and slowly he was able to repair the treasure.
After warming up the Dharma plate, he took out a blank scroll from the stone scroll jar in the corner and spread it out on the stone platform.
Adjust the ink and brush and write a few lines of auspicious words: "The door welcomes thousands of auspicious things, the new home has a new atmosphere. The green mountains reflect the door, and the breeze reaches the first one.", sign it with a seal, and use it as a gift to congratulate Xin Yue and the others on their move tomorrow. Don't go empty-handed.
Well.
After concentrating on the wood fire for another half an hour, I went to another bedroom to adjust my breath.
The next morning, Zhang Wenfeng was dressed neatly, holding a scroll in his hand and carrying a bamboo basket of fresh plums and late-ripening peaches picked from the fruit trees, flying down to the front of the mountain that was once called the Haunted Forest and is now renamed "White Fox Castle".
A faint mist rises over a land area of more than ten miles.
The green mountains and mountains are covered with mystery.
The simple wooden mountain gate hangs a plaque with the inscription "White Fox Castle" on it.
The little fox girl Xin Xing was waiting at the door, raising her hand to say hello from a distance: "Guanzhu Zhang, here."
Some nearby villagers were pretending to be busy behind the woods in the distance, but they were actually curious to spy on the changes in this haunted forest. When they saw the gods flying down from the sky, they hurriedly lowered their heads and left, not daring to approach this place again.
Zhang Wenfeng followed the chirping little fox girl along the stream. When he passed the cave he had blocked before, he noticed that there was a hint of cold air coming out. The vegetation nearby was sparse, and the leaves were drooping and listless.
He immediately guessed that the abandoned Tanshui cave where the jade tree was removed was used by Mo Ye to "plant flowers."
Walking up to the highest mountain here, which is about a hundred feet long, there are scattered pavilions and pavilions built on the mountainside. Going all the way up, there are twists and turns of corridors. At the top of the mountain is a large round white palace.
It looks very impressive.
Zhang Wenfeng was secretly surprised. In less than twenty days, two fox demons had actually created such a large settlement.
The little fox demon smiled and explained via voice transmission: "This is the 'White Fox Castle' left by our ancestors. That time, only the surface of the building was destroyed by the ghosts. Later, my sister and I secretly went back and dug out the inherited treasure. The demon clan has some
Bad guys, coveting our treasures."
Zhang Wenfeng followed the little fox demon and flew halfway up the mountain. He said "Oh" and said via voice message: "This matter is confidential. Don't tell outsiders to avoid disaster."
Sure enough, the background of a big force is unusual. Even a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
"I won't tell you. Brother Guanzhu, you are a good person, so I told you."
The little fox demon issued a good person card and took Guanzhu Zhang along the long corridor starting from the mountainside. She introduced the characteristic buildings along the way one by one and saw several foxes of various colors running through the trees in the corners.
Go up to the top of the mountain, greet Xin Yue who comes out, and hand the gift to the little fox demon.
As they walked into the vast White Fox Castle, they saw that it was empty, with only simple desks, coffee tables, chairs and other items arranged. Thinking of this inherited treasure, only the appearance was preserved, and the items inside could not be preserved.
You still have to spend time adding them again.
Mo Ye, who was in black dress and barefoot, put down the tea cup and stood up. She had already arrived.
The two of them were guests invited by the host family to watch the ceremony. They watched Xin Yue and Xin Xing gently uncover the red silk cloth covering the wooden statue in the middle of the palace, add oil and incense, kneel down and pray, completing a set of rituals.
This is when the formal housewarming process has been completed.
We sat down and drank a few cups of fragrant tea and chatted about some random topics. Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Wenfeng stood up and left.
He will go back to continue to temper his body and give instructions on Yun Qiuhe's portrait in the afternoon.
Whether it is a happy day or a happy day, time flies by very quickly.
In a blink of an eye, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival in August.
One day in advance, a table was arranged at Zhiwei Building for Wu Qianping and Fu Gujing, who were about to leave their posts. They were accompanied by Chen Qingqiao. Several old friends who were the first to meet had a farewell drink. They did not participate in the new appointments the next day. The farewell banquet organized by Feng Chengyun, the director of the hospital.
He and Chen Qingqiao had resigned from their positions half a month before they left office, leaving them without official positions.
Only Chen Qingqiao was as unlucky as ever. He tried to attack the Jianwei Realm and failed miserably.
After a banquet, Chen Qingqiao, who had rarely rolled up his sleeves for a moment of heroism, went around provoking people with provocations. He was so drunk that he finally stayed in the city to rest.
Zhang Wenfeng took advantage of the moonlight to drive drunkenly, enjoying the rare state of half-drunk relaxation, chanting all the way, and returned to the Shanmen Archway to get rid of the alcohol odor in his body.
The night is like water and the autumn moon is like frost.
He saw a short figure with a boy's bun walking around under the archway, and asked:
"Whose child are you? It's so late, why don't you go home?"
The child who turned around was about seven or eight years old, wearing a willow green short robe. He looked up at the approaching Taoist priest, sniffed his nose, and bowed with his hands: "Hu Qiang'er pays homage to the master! I respectfully invite you to Jin'an!"
Zhang Wenfeng was shocked.
When did he accept such a well-behaved boy? Why didn't he know it?