After teaching Zhang Wenfeng how to refine ghost energy, Mo Ye walked out of the small world supported by the bronze lamp and slightly cleaned up the traces of the battle on the top of the mountain. He removed Zhang Wenfeng, the donkey, and the smell of mountain badgers, and even collected the fluffy hair that the donkey had fallen off.
Pick it up properly.
Being invited by Zhang Wenfeng, such a trivial matter was done effortlessly.
She spent a few months with this human Taoist priest who she felt good about, and what she saw and did made her have some subtle feelings that she had not had before. Perhaps, she would be able to leave without following him for a few years or decades.
It is really difficult for her spiritual practice, which grew up in the darkness of the underworld, to achieve a "high-sounding" one. She has been in the human world for more than two thousand years and has tried her best to eliminate the violence and murderous energy in her body. It is still not enough. It is almost
It cannot shake the bottleneck of the grand realm.
The concept of starting small and realizing big insights is in line with her current state of mind in practice.
She had to think more deeply and figure out some principles that fit her way of life.
After picking up fertile black soil in the mountains and planting it, she spent her free time planting flowers and plants in her small world. In the secret hall of White Fox Castle, she had already planted the most easy-to-grow Nether Flower, and she could try to plant other varieties.
The sun rises and the moon sets, time passes easily.
Xian Ling Guan works, chants sutras, studies, and practices in an orderly manner.
The guest guest Tu Ling, who has not been seen for a long time, is a short man wearing a short khaki robe and a mustache. He often walks around in the forest beside the stream in front of the mountain. Tu Ling has little communication with his second senior brother and Yue Anyan. At most, he just nods.
Respond to greetings.
When I met the little fox demon who came to paint, I stood and said a few words.
When the little fox demon quietly inquired about the whereabouts of Guanzhu Zhang, he responded with a smile: "He is in retreat."
The spiritual plants, spiritual grass, and fruit trees on the Taoist temple site are taken care of by the little demon spirit Hu Qiang'er, so no one else needs to worry too much.
The three small pieces of spiritual grass in the field were planted with cloud catkins, sweet grass and green silk grass. They grew lush and strong. The seeds of cloud catkins matured earlier than the other two types. Hu Qiang'er specially called them two.
Together, the master harvested the spiritual grass as thick as his fingers, put it in an oilcloth bag and took it to the open space in the backyard on the top of the mountain to dry.
After two days, the seeds can be knocked out, and the remaining withered yellow grass can be chopped into pieces and used as a mixture for Donkey Ye's rations.
It's just that Mr. Donkey can't keep his spirits up these days while practicing, and he can stand in a daze facing the east for half an hour.
Hu Qiang'er knew that the master was not in the Taoist temple these days, and there was a vague connection between him and the master. Hearing from the second master and Master Yue that the master was in seclusion, there was a hint of worry deep in his eyes. He was also a little worried. Could it be that the master had encountered something strange?
What difficulties have you encountered?
Qianluo Mountains, Tingfeng Rock on the top of Yijian Gorge.
There are several people looking on the rocks.
"Reporting to Senior Uncle Bian, we found the broken array of the 'Earth Soul Cutting Array' left by Senior Brother Bian Zhengfeng. There were a lot of blood stains on the canyon walls here, and there were traces of battles on the nearby mountains. We also found a small piece of 'talisman armor' fragments."
A young man wearing a blue robe with black edges presented items such as battle flags and talisman fragments with his hands.
The middle-aged man, whose face was sallow as if he had not recovered from a serious illness, took a few things and said casually: "Thank you two." He carefully inspected several damaged items.
"Uncle Bian, you're welcome."
The two Jianwei Realm monks looked at Master Bian's bad expression and responded briefly with fists in their hands.
The sickly-looking man was none other than Bian Wuguo, a free-spirited monk from Yuhua Pavilion. Bian Zhengfeng, a young hero from the younger generation in the family, went on a trip with his fellow disciples and did not return for more than ten days. The family could not send a communication message, so they suspected that something had happened.
Yuhua Pavilion is not far from the Qianluo Mountains. A monk found traces of a fierce fight at Tingfeng Rock in Yijian Gorge and found a broken formation flag from the rubble. The painting technique was of the Yuhua Pavilion line. He also found blood stains in the canyon.
, which alerted Bian Wuguo, who was guarding the sect.
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Several items flew slowly towards the mouth of the canyon, scanning the dark black splatter-like blood stains formed by the shocking collision, disappearing into the dark depths, and asked: "Have you ever gone to the bottom of the canyon to look for it?"
"I went down there and found nothing but fallen gravel."
"Well, I'll go take a look."
Bian Wuguo followed the blood stain and flew a hundred feet away from the valley bottom. The last blood stain also disappeared inexplicably.
Such weird things made him quite puzzled. What tricks were the murderers playing?
After falling to the bottom of the valley and walking all the way, I found no evidence except gravel and thick moss. Even if there were wild animals that ate the fallen corpses, there should be pieces of clothing and hair left... No, there are no wild animals here.
came.
It is so clean, there are no excrement or footprints left by animals on the bottom of the long and narrow valley.
Bian Wuguo suddenly felt a hair in his heart, and he flew upwards calmly, no longer checking what was going on.
The other few people didn't ask any questions and flew down to the damaged Tingfeng Rock.
"Please ask, which monks have been here on September 15th and 16th? Well, they are good at using swords and have good cultivation. If you find any clues, report them to me immediately."
"yes!"
Several people clasped their fists at the same time.
Bian Wuguo waved his hand and flew toward the city alone. After flying a few miles, he looked back.
Under the bright sun, he still felt creepy.
In the Hall of Zhenhun, Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on the futon, with a dark face and cold mist rising from his body. He used his own wood energy to refine the ghost energy in his body, pushing the wood energy bit by bit like a millstone to refine the ghost energy and convert it into a trace of essence.
Pure energy.
This is a hard work that cannot be rushed.
If you consume half of your Yuan Qi every day, you have to stop and meditate to replenish it, otherwise there is a risk of ghost energy coming back.
At other times, you can do your homework as usual, practice sword practice, practice spells, body skills, etc.
Except that I can't go out, I feel peaceful and comfortable.
There is enough dry food, fruit, and dried meat in his storage space for two months. If you save some, you can eat it for longer.
Mo Ye planted a field of flowers and plants outside and was often away from them.
Xianling Temple, Qingzheng Courtyard.
Yun Qiuhe took a rest for two days, and happened to catch up with Yue Anyan's breakthrough at the end of the month. She was a little restless. The second senior brother was chanting sutras and praying in the hall on the top of the mountain. The apprentices were under the care of three young men, Wei Jingjie, Gu Chaowen, and He He.
She caught the little fox demon painting in the mid-level pavilion and whispered: "Tell me the truth to my sister, where has Master Zhang gone? According to the little guys, Master Zhang has not shown up for some days."
The little fox demon smiled and said: "I am in seclusion. I heard that I am practicing a powerful swordsmanship."
"Who did you listen to?"
"Sister Yue, the second senior brother said so."
"Is the donkey here?"
"Occasionally I see him wandering by the stream, and most of the time he practices in the woods to the west."
Hearing what the little fox demon said, Yun Qiuhe felt relieved, but she still couldn't let go of such a big thing as Yue Anyan's separation, and Guanzhu Zhang was still in retreat. She knew that Guanzhu Zhang cared about his two senior brothers and sisters very much.
On the afternoon of the second day, Yue Anyan walked out of the small bamboo house in Wangxia Ridge with a hint of bitterness and helplessness on his face.
I almost succeeded in breaking through the situation, but in the end I failed because I couldn't get over my concern for my deceased parents.
She failed to break through.
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(I have something to do today, so the transition in this chapter is short and weak)