After the invisible green light covering his body was dispersed, Zhang Wenfeng returned his sword to its sheath. Just as he was about to talk to He Guangjun, who was approaching, he suddenly covered his left chest and coughed violently.
Previously, He Guangjun took the lead and forced him to trade his life with a sword. Although he had various protective measures, he was still hit by the huge impact force from the tip of the sword, which shocked his internal organs. How could He Guangjun hold back when he met his opponent while playing chess like crazy?
Compared to a real swordsman's body tempered with sword energy and sword intent, he was far behind.
At this time, I withdrew from the calm state of mind, and suddenly I couldn't suppress my breath and started coughing.
Yun Qiuhe flew down beside him, glared at the surprised He Guangjun, approached Zhang Wenfeng and asked in a low voice: "I have several healing pills, where is your injury?"
She was worried that Zhang Guanzhu's old injury from last year would relapse.
Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand to show no need, and silently recited the "Tai Sheng Shuo Chang Qing Jing Sutra" to calm down the Qi and blood through the luck.
After a while, the turbulent atmosphere in the internal organs was expelled, and the injury was not serious, and he could slowly recover on his own.
Smiling and nodding at the monks who were watching curiously from far and near, Zhang Wenfeng took out a rough-edged book, handed it to He Guangjun with both hands, and said with a smile: "Returning the property to its original owner has benefited a lot!"
No need to say thank you.
He Guangjun put away the book, regained his dull and careless expression, and said: "You have practiced swordsmanship well, but your body tempering is far behind. I heard that the last time you competed with Feng Chengfeng, you couldn't control your swordsmanship and almost hurt yourself. Don't you
If you are willing to follow the path of sword cultivation, I happen to have a body-tempering boxing classic on hand to help you practice boxing to strengthen your body."
He took out a black-covered book from his sleeve.
Zhang Wenfeng figured out his own body-tempering method, waved his hands and said, "No reward for no merit..."
His eyes caught a glimpse of the words "Nine Palaces and Five Elements Fist" written vertically in the white frame of the black cover. It was written in the same handwriting as the "Nine Palaces Flying Star Steps" he got. He immediately guessed that this boxing book was won from Cen Sanlin.
This secret book can be put together into a set, and his hand will not be so firm.
He Guangjun randomly stuffed the boxing sutra into Zhang Wenfeng's hand and said: "That's why you are so unpleasant. Mother-in-law, you are not happy with what you do. What's 'non-work' but good work? From now on, just fight with me a few more times. Forget it."
Exchange is not considered a favor."
Yun Qiuhe couldn't see He Guangjun's face, so he mercilessly exposed and ridiculed: "You take a Po Boxing Sutra and exchange a few fair strikes for opportunities. If He Guangjun goes to do business, most of the shops in Fangshi Street will be closed."
He Guangjun raised the corner of his mouth and showed his signature smiley expression: "If you see through but don't tell, women like to argue." Seeing Zhang Wenfeng put away his boxing skills and accepted the exchange of sparring with him, he waved his hand and said simply: "Let's go.
Get up, go have a drink at Tianqing Restaurant and think about the treat!"
Normally, he wouldn't go out drinking with others because it would be a waste of time for sword practice.
Besides, drinking with a lot of people who talk nonsense is not interesting for me to go to the roof and drink alone with the moon?
Today's fight was a joy, and he felt comfortable to the core. He wanted to have a few more drinks with Zhang Guanzhu, who had a unique understanding of swordsmanship, and exchange opinions on swordsmanship. Of course, the guests nearby did not need to talk much, they could just pay for the treat and watch.
That’s it.
Shen Shen hurriedly stretched out his hand to invite: "Everyone, go, everyone!" He looked at Yun Qiuhe aside.
Yun Qiuhe turned around and walked back without giving any face, "Guanzhu Zhang, you go ahead, I don't like drinking."
He Guangjun chuckled: "It's best if she doesn't go, we men can drink happily."
Shen Shen almost fainted on the spot. How could these big men drink? Senior Brother He was so helpless that he didn't even have a chance to make amends.
Yun Qiuhe raised her fist and then lowered it. She couldn't beat this sword madman with a poisonous tongue, otherwise... humming, he walked to the east without looking back and said: "Guanzhu Zhang, I will treat you to a drink alone tomorrow."
She doesn't drink with people she hates.
"Lu Zijin is still staying in the spirit animal shed. Please help me take care of him."
Zhang Wenfeng sent word that it was inconvenient for him to take his donkey to drink.
Yun Qiuhe made a gesture.
The four men went to the famous Tianqing Restaurant in Zhoucheng for an afternoon drink. They left after an hour and a half. During this period, He Guangjun and Zhang Wenfeng were mainly exchanging sword practice experiences and understanding of magical powers. In the side room, the two men used chopsticks as swords. From time to time, they would draw a few formulas and talk lively.
Shen Si was too drunk to talk, and he didn't want to talk.
Mo Xiufeng happily refused to drink for free. The Bilu wine that had been stored for a hundred years was already very expensive and had to be settled with spiritual energy stones.
The drinking party has dispersed and dusk has settled.
Zhang Wenfeng found Fangshi Street alone. The lights of the shops on both sides shone through and the street was bright. There were more male and female monks shopping at this hour than during the day.
Walking to the area where the street stall was set up, Zhang Wenfeng nodded to the young man sitting cross-legged at the end and glanced at the miscellaneous items on the stall. The pile of mixed spiritual plant seeds was less than last time.
The young stall owner had long forgotten the customer he was greeting. People came and went every day, but he never remembered. He stood up and said enthusiastically: "What do you want? The price is guaranteed to satisfy you."
"What's the price of Lingcha seeds? Don't fool me with those Xibei products."
Zhang Wenfeng pointed with his chin at the pile of almost lifeless spiritual plant seeds.
"No way, you are a regular customer and the goods must be genuine, but at this price?"
The young man stretched out three fingers and turned over it.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't understand the so-called code words among old customers, so he asked: "I want ten seeds, please give me a real price, don't be frivolous." He took out a few seeds he bought last time from his sleeve, flicked them and then keep it.
"If you give a total of fifty spiritual energy stones, there is a chance that a seedling will emerge."
The young man recognized the "antique" spiritual plant seeds sold at the street stall. His face did not change and his heart did not beat. He used the cautious words "there is a chance of sprouting". In other words, don't be surprised if the sprouts cannot sprout. This business is originally a one-stop shop. If you are willing to fight, you are willing to suffer.
"I'll give you the price if I don't buy it, and I'll take a look at it."
"Okay, just wait a moment!"
The young man called a middle-aged man who was wandering nearby and said a few words.
Not long after, the middle-aged man brought the seeds in a small package.
With the consent of the young stall owner, Zhang Wenfeng unceremoniously picked out the ten most viable seeds from a packet. It was not yet winter, so they were just in time to cultivate autumn seedlings for summer tea next year.
After receiving the money and goods, Zhang Wenfeng asked in a low voice: "How to sell the seeds of Lingtao and Linglizi?"
He wanted to find out the market situation. The Taoist temple's peach and plum trees had grown to a height of more than a foot thick, with luxuriant branches and leaves.
The young stall owner chuckled and refused: "Not really. You can look at other stalls."
Zhang Wenfeng nodded, turned around and left. There were people doing profitable business, but no one dared to do beheading business in the street. The big sect's goalkeeper Ling Zhi was very strict.
He visited all the shops in the street, but none of the several pill shops sold any pills that could help Yuan Qi break through the realm.
At this stage, even if there are good elixirs and good things, each sect will use them first.
When he was leaving, Mo Ye appeared beside him.
It was a long night, so I took Mo Ye to stroll along the illuminated main street and bought a lot of clay dolls, stuffed animals and the like. Mo Ye was very easy to pass the time, playing with a bunch of children's toys.
Find a decent inn and rent a courtyard.
The next day, he went to the Daolu branch to pick up the donkey. He refused Yun Qiuhe's insistence on treating the guests and handed over one hundred spiritual energy stones, which were prohibited as compensation for breaking the sword fighting platform. The two of them walked around for a long time and tasted the fine wine.
, this is Donkey’s strong request, to taste the unique delicacies, have a leisurely trip out of the city, and enjoy the mountains and rivers all the way back.
They were not in a hurry and could return to the Taoist Temple before the end of the month.
Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, cast off the dust and turbidity in your chest, and naturally camp in the hills and valleys.
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(You will definitely believe me when I say there is a power outage, really!)