Chapter 295: The Air Traction, The Sword Intent Resonance
Several people noticed the change in the skinny old man's aura, and without any instructions, they each guarded a position and watched eagerly for protection.
Xie Moling, as the person with the highest official status, sent a message and asked: "Gu Gu, how is the situation?"
The skinny old man's gaze was like a falcon. He pinched a yellowed ancient seal with his left hand in his sleeve and scanned the circle carefully. He could not find the place where he was being stared at. He knew that the ghosts underground were still snooping, but he could not find the door. After a while,
, said: "Go up and have a rest."
Xie Moling and others formed a five-sided battle formation, protecting the old man in black robes in the middle.
Even though five of them were injured, the guardian Gu Gu couldn't easily take action and consume Yuan Qi.
The group slowly flew up and landed on Tingfeng Rock.
The skinny old man sensed for a while, nodded and said: "You can speak now. There was a ghost spying just now. The method was extremely clever and concealed. The old man couldn't find the specific location." Looking at Bian Wuguo, who had a sick face, he said: "Fellow Daoist Bian, is your guess right?
Wrong, this place is most likely the place where the 'Bronze Town Lamp' was buried. It is a trouble for Da'an, and it is an unprecedented opportunity."
A trace of red appeared on Bian Wuguo's sallow face. He suppressed his excitement and asked: "Gu, the ghost suppressed in that lamp, after so many years, is it difficult to deal with it now?"
The day before yesterday, he went down to the valley floor to explore, and found that the valley floor was surprisingly clean except for moss and gravel. A trace of seasonal movement instinctively surged in his heart, and the bloodstains on the stone walls on both sides disappeared for no reason, which reminded him of the secrets of the aftermath of the war more than five hundred years ago.
.
Too much time has passed, and the sect’s classics are unclear.
I only know that the lamp is buried in the Qianluo Mountains, but no one knows the exact location.
The Qianluo Mountains stretch for seven to eight hundred miles, and there are countless peaks of different sizes. Finding a bronze lamp that has been buried at an unknown depth and blocked out the breath is no less than finding a needle in a haystack.
Who would have thought that chance would allow him to find his bearings.
"So it's a trouble. Fortunately, we discovered it in advance and can deploy layers of measures to prevent ghosts from escaping."
The skinny old man sat down on the chair that Xie Moling took out from the storage space, looked at a tall, middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a blue robe, and said: "Yunping, please go to the capital, find more reliable people, and check the case that happened back then."
The more information we can collect about the aftermath of the war and the bronze town lanterns, the better.”
He was only in the Golden Core realm back then and was not qualified to participate in such a major event.
After he voluntarily gave up going to Duxian Island to take a chance on the slim chance of immortality and became a guardian, he knew everything he should know, but he still wouldn't know what he shouldn't know.
The group of Taoist cultivators and shaman cultivators who went to the upper world were worried that the younger generation would covet the important bronze lamp and ruin their plan, so they simply blocked the news and revealed the few information in the text, just in case, worried that
Ghosts came out of the bronze lamp to cause trouble.
"Yes, follow the instructions of our ancestors!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest clasped his fists and saluted, and left without haste. He first took out a few yellow talismans, silently recited the message, then clasped his fists to signal to the others, and flew north with a smile.
The skinny old man asked other people to prepare the ghost-slaying array separately, summoned monk talents from various states who were good at earth-exception and transcendental ghost-slaying, and mobilized all the free realm masters from several southern states.
The skinny old man specially sent someone with his own handwritten letter to invite the other two guards.
It may be a tough battle, and there is nothing wrong with being well prepared.
Two days later, wisps of black air floated out from the bottom of Yijian Canyon, which made the monks who went down to investigate very nervous. All the monks who arrived stepped up their formations, stacked them one on top of another, and surrounded the area within a thirty-mile radius.
Inside the small world of bronze lamps.
After Zhang Wenfeng practiced, he chatted with Mo Ye, telling revolutionary stories about that world, adjusting the angle of the water mirror hanging in the air outside the door, and looking at the busy exploration scenes everywhere every day.
How could he feel a strange and secret feeling in his heart when he was treated grandly by big shots like he was facing a formidable enemy?
Of course, this kind of emotion is unacceptable and should be abandoned.
Mo Ye said that those people would not be able to find a bronze lamp even if they dug ten feet or a hundred feet.
Because the bronze lamp was not buried in Yijian Gorge at all, but under the "Mountain Ghost Peak" fifty miles away from here, Yijian Gorge was an exit deliberately designed to confuse it.
Even the two former judges thought that the small bronze lantern world was located in Yijian Gorge.
The masters who ascended to the upper world five hundred years ago were extremely proficient at playing tricks.
Mo Ye walked out of the darkness, came to Zhang Guanzhu who was looking at the water mirror, and said: "The state city has sent people to Xianling Temple, and asked you, a talented person who is good at catching ghosts, to come here to perform a mission to catch yourself."
Why does this sound so awkward to say?
Zhang Wenfeng looked at Mo Ye, whose cold and ghostly aura was quickly fading away. After these days of communication, the hairpin woman had changed a bit. She would occasionally joke with him. She was no longer like before, just a cold bystander and a passerby who had nothing to do with her.
Passer-by.
His feeling has always been quite accurate.
"Senior Sister Yue, what did they say? The prefecture and city authorities found me, and the excuse of seclusion is not good."
"You are in seclusion to begin with and it is inconvenient to go out. You are just telling the truth."
Mo Ye said with a noncommittal smile.
Zhang Wenfeng was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Mo Ye, are you ready to leave?"
"When you get out of quarantine, I'm going to walk around and look around. Maybe I'll go to your 'hometown' or maybe, 'Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.' I didn't think the harsh words of scholars were interesting before. In fact, there are
It’s still a bit chewy.”
The flowers on Mo Ye's hairpin were changed again, and she changed them more and more frequently during this period.
Zhang Wenfeng sighed: "It's a pity that I can't go back."
Based on his own ability, it is unlikely to be possible within one or two hundred years. What is the point of going back after two hundred years?
Putting the unrealistic thoughts behind him, he said: "According to my current tempering progress, I can refine the ghost energy in my body around mid-December."
Using the methods taught by Mo Ye to temper ghost energy can kill two birds with one stone.
It can not only use the coldness of ghost energy to temper the body, but also improve the cultivation level and strengthen the energy of the meridians.
Taking three months to allow him to retreat quietly and calmly without being disturbed will be of great benefit to his future practice.
Mo Ye took out a pile of fresh fruits, dry food, dried meat, water, etc., and said, "Your senior sister gave it to you. She rode a donkey fifty miles nearby and pretended to go around in a circle before going back."
"Shura Martial God"
Putting away the items, Zhang Wenfeng took out a booklet from the storage space. It was his first time visiting a street shop in Zhouchengfang. Mo Ye bought and gave him the "Sutra of Hanging Rivers and Water".
In his free time these days, he went through all the books in the storage space.
Mo Ye initially said that this dilapidated ancient book was the most valuable in that shop. He flipped through it several times, but he couldn't see how the ancient book with missing pages and characters was valuable. Even if he didn't understand the water method, he could still tell the difference between good and bad.
Now that I'm familiar with Mo Ye, it's natural to ask for advice.
Mo Ye took the ancient book and flipped through it at will, saying: "This ancient book uses a partitioning spell. You press 'one, two, four, six, seven' to excerpt and copy repeatedly. The page numbers are also found according to this rule. All missing text
"
Zhang Wenfeng used his spiritual eye skills to read through it carefully and saw the subtle differences.
In order to find a destined person for the secret book, the ancients really tried their best and didn't even use the sequence of numbers from previous lives. He learned another trick.
Mo Ye reminded: "The power and intent of the sword that struck the mountain can only be evolved in a small amount of times by Bronze Lamp Little World. Please take the time to figure it out. Your senior sister announced to the outside world that you are practicing a powerful swordsmanship in seclusion."
In a small world isolated from the outside world, she could choose to say a few words.
Zhang Wenfeng held the book in his hands without saying thanks, indicating that he understood, and walked to the main hall to copy the secrets of the exercises.
In less than half an hour, a brand new copy of "The Sutra of Hanging Rivers and Waters" was completed.
Read it carefully from the beginning. The scripture is profound and mysterious. It is a rare secret method that integrates water attack and defense.
If he doesn't need it, he can leave the secret technique in the underground secret room of Xianling Temple. Yue Anyan and his fellow water-walking monks are blessed, but at least they have to wait until the Jianwei realm before they can practice.
Putting away his pen and ink, Zhang Wenfeng sat on the futon with his eyes closed. As usual, he first recited scriptures silently and meditated. Then he recalled the magnificent sword light from the sky by the sword cultivator. The impression was still profound, and he slowly figured out the sword spirit and sword intention.
, sword force.
It was rare for Mo Ye to give any advice on his specific training. Since he was told to spend time learning that sword, it proved that Mo Ye recognized the swordsmanship contained in that sword and it would be beneficial to him.
Whether it is spells or swordsmanship, you must learn it if it is suitable for you. If you learn it inappropriately, there will be disadvantages.
He considered himself to be more talented with swords and soon became immersed in it.
From time to time, weak sword energy gathered and dissipated on his body, and the jujube wood sword placed on the ground occasionally trembled and buzzed in its scabbard.
The small mahogany sword in the jar was tilted and rising and falling slightly, but it did not dare to disturb the stone figurine man in the middle.
The qi machine pulls and the sword intention resonates.