Chapter 297 Returning on a Snowy Night, the Bronze Lamp Falls
Slowly opening his eyes, the sword energy gathered and scattered around his body disappeared. Zhang Wenfeng's face was a little tired, but more excited. He used the bronze lamp to evolve a sword like a flying fairy from heaven, and finally he was able to light up his eyes.
In the majestic sword energy, a trace of white light was vaguely captured.
An extremely subtle condensation of sword energy, in the wide stream of sword energy, does not reveal the mountain or the water.
It struck right in front of his eyes, but it didn't make his mind go blank like the first time.
That ray of sword intent seemed to split his head in half, the pain seemed to tear his soul apart, and the sea of consciousness rolled up into huge waves. The ancient scroll of "Tao Jing" emitted a bright golden light, and the sword intent melted away.
He endured the pain and meditated for more than an hour, silently comprehending the true meaning of the sword.
It can only be said that it is mysterious and indescribable, but it is still worth taking a sword.
He stood up, rubbed his forehead and walked out of the bronze door. He saw Mo Ye pulling out the flowers and plants that grew in the open space one by one. All the flowers and plants that she threw away that were not fully grown disappeared mysteriously on the ground.
"Hey, what kind of flower is this?"
Zhang Wenfeng saw a few solitary flower buds left in the corner of the ridge. They had no leaves and short black stems with black skull-like flower buds with a little dark red on top. They stood on the black soil and looked extremely strange.
"Ghost-headed mushroom, I'll give you one."
Mo Ye pulled out one, and the ghost-headed mushroom shriveled up quickly in her hands. She handed it to Zhang Wenfeng and said, "Crush it into powder and use 'ghost energy' to grow it. This thing doesn't pick its place and reproduces very quickly, so it's of little use."
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Zhang Wenfeng took the shriveled and even uglier Pileum pilosa.
Take out a small cloth bag from the storage space and put it in it. Tighten the mouth of the bag and put it into your sleeve to hide it.
He wouldn't shirk the things Mo Ye gave him, saying they were "of little use". Maybe they could save lives at a critical moment?
With Mo Ye's temperament, would he give away useless gadgets like him?
The clay dolls, stuffed animals, etc. he gave to Mo Ye really had no other use besides being toys.
Pulling out all the ghost mushrooms on the ground and throwing them away, Mo Ye waved his hand and even the flower ridges on the ground disappeared. A ball of dark, loose and slightly shiny soil appeared in her hand, and said: "The reward I promised you last time is still there.
So much, I’ve given it to you.”
She had tried the fun of growing flowers, but she had exhausted them and would not plant them again next time.
Zhang Wenfeng was not polite, took out a jade box, put a handful of soil in it, and put it into the storage space.
For him, the land is full of special soil contaminated with divinity, which can help him grow rare spiritual plants, which are rare and rare treasures for him.
He should be of great use in his hands.
The two talked for a while, and Mo Ye disappeared into the darkness.
Zhang Wenfeng walked alone to the "water mirror" hanging in the air and adjusted to watch the busy scene near Yijian Gorge. The cold atmosphere overflowing from the bronze lamps floated at the bottom of the canyon.
Sitting in a well and looking at the sky became his only pastime in the dark place.
He never gets tired of the various colors in the water mirror.
After about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Wenfeng, who had rested, walked back to the main hall. He pulled out his jujube sword and put it on the small wooden table. He took out tools such as talismans, pens, ink, and white paper. He turned on a large bean oil lamp and dipped his pen in cinnabar ink to practice.
Draw a few "spirit-connecting one-line symbols", and then draw dragons and snakes on the delicate, smooth and lustrous sword surface.
Not long after, both sides of the sword were covered with complex positive and negative runes. The light flashed and then converged, and the runes were successful.
He also accidentally thought that the spiritual talisman could strengthen the connection between monks and swords.
Not to mention truly achieving "one point of communication", it will have some effect.
With his "fitting with the body" sword realm, he can have a little more "consonance", which makes a big difference in the power of the sword.
Wiping off the remaining runes on the sword body with white paper, he held the sword in his hand and felt it carefully for a while, and practiced swordsmanship for a while. There really was an inner connection between him and the jujube sword, blessing the drawn runes, and what if
Use the method to stack multiple sacrifices to refine the sword once to make the sword more agile.
Then he took out the green bamboo sword from the storage space and did the same thing, drawing runes on the front and back of the sword.
After reading for a while, I used a brush on a piece of white paper to calculate the directions of the "Nine Palace Steps" and "Nine Palaces and Five Elements Boxing" for half an hour. I wrote down the two figures I finally calculated, and then sat cross-legged to adjust my breath and meditate.
His daily retreat life was boring and monotonous, almost the same thing over and over again, and even Mo Ye rarely appeared.
In order to see the sun outside as soon as possible, he adjusted his mentality and went step by step to refine a certain amount of ghost energy every day, practice swordsmanship, boxing, footwork, and talismans.
I am trying to learn some simple spells for the other four elements of water, fire, and earth.
Apart from practicing, refining ghost energy, and comprehending sword intent, he had nothing else to do.
He survived the three months of darkness with great patience.
After he had refined all the ghost energy in his body and examined it internally, he found that there was a thin line of fuzzy black energy on the Qihai Yuanqi tree, which was hidden on the other side of the thin golden line.
After thinking about it, I got up and walked out of the hall, and saw Mo Ye walking from the darkness.
Then he told Mo Ye about the situation.
"It doesn't matter, it's the dark energy mark, it has no impact on your practice. Just like the 'god's' aura, you get some kind of recognition. In the future, you can learn ghost skills and use the cold ghost energy. Of course, it's up to you whether you use it or not."
Mo Ye explained a few words, looked Zhang Guanzhu up and down, and nodded with a smile: "I will teach you how to refine and use this bronze lamp, and I will send you back to the mountain later. It is midnight outside, so I am in good time."
Zhang Wenfeng quickly memorized a few techniques, mastered them several times, and asked doubtfully: "With my cultivation level, can I refine such a large and small world in a short period of time?"
"Of course not. We will consider it when you have reached the fourth level of cultivation. You pack your things first."
Mo Ye waved his hand, indicating not to ask any more questions.
Zhang Wenfeng returned to the hall and hurriedly put away the small wooden table and other scattered items. He also did not forget to carry the remains of the two monks from the Jinghua Pavilion in the oilcloth bag and carried them out of the hall. He had used magic to prevent them from getting damaged these days.
Mo Ye waved his hand and took Zhang Wenfeng out of the isolated world.
It was midnight outside, the snow was falling heavily, and it was freezing cold.
Zhang Wenfeng felt the natural and fresh breath, took a deep breath of cold air, and his whole body came to life.
He finally escaped from the bronze lamp. It was so difficult that it felt like a lifetime ago.
The same darkness gave him two different feelings.
"Come out!"
With Mo Ye's soft drink, the earth shook, and a faint muffled thunder came from high in the wind and snow in the sky.
The sky above became turbulent because Mo Ye let go of his breath, and huge eyes were rapidly forming.
Zhang Wenfeng's eyes widened as he saw the ground at the foot of the mountain below crack open, rocks tumbling down, and an object that reflected bronze light and was as large as a ridge and roof rose from the cracked ground.
A bronze lamp as big as a mountain peak was taken out of the ground by Mo Ye.
This was the first time he saw Mo Ye take action.
The movement of his hands and feet has the power to destroy mountains and seas.
The image of the woman with hairpins standing in the air with her bare feet and leaning against the wind is not too domineering at all.
The muffled thunder in the sky became clearer and louder, forming a downward pressure.
Zhang Wenfeng felt that his hands and feet had nowhere to rest, and his scalp and tail were numb. He felt like his small soul was trembling in the face of the power of heaven and earth. It was truly horrifying, as if in the next moment, a gray thunderstorm would descend from the sky and kill him.
Tribulation.
There were several loud roars in the distance, and someone was coming here.
The movement was too big, and it was impossible to hide it from the masters of the Golden Core Realm and the Free Realm monks who were fifty miles away.
"you go first!"
Mo Ye waved his hand, and Zhang Wenfeng's ears were filled with the sharp sound of wind. The scenery in the dark night changed so fast that he was dizzy and couldn't open his eyes. He had a magic weapon to protect him and could not notice the strong wind blowing like a knife.
"Bang", Zhang Wenfeng stumbled, his feet hit the ground, the rocks shook, he opened his eyes and quickly stood still.
He found that he had arrived at the entrance of his cave, and there were huge cracks in the rocks on the ground.
In just a few breaths, he was thrown to the back of Xianling Mountain by Mo Ye from five to six hundred miles away.
The cave door slightly lower on the right suddenly opened, and a figure flew out, shouting: "Who? Dare to break into the Immortal Spirit Temple at night..." The earth spirit who rushed out saw clearly that it was Guanzhu Zhang, and the hand he had just raised lowered his hand, up and down.
After looking around, he asked, "Isn't Mr. Mo back?"
The oilcloth bag in Zhang Wenfeng's hand was taken away by Mo Ye at some point. Before he could answer Tu Ling's question, he hurriedly flew into the sky.
Flying against the wind and snow to a height of two hundred feet, he looked toward the southeast and listened.
Even though we were hundreds of miles apart, we could still vaguely detect the thunder in the distance. It was so powerful.
Tu Ling followed him to high altitude and stopped talking nonsense. He knew a lot of inside information.
The sound of thunder became clearer and clearer, and every sound seemed to hit the bottom of the heart, making people panic. Zhang Wenfeng smiled bitterly in shock. What kind of cultivation did Mo Ye have? He could resist such thunder.
Just a moment later, a sound was heard from below, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.
"Get down quickly!"
Zhang Wenfeng called to the earth spirit and landed on the ground behind the mountain. He didn't see Mo Ye returning.
Tu Ling pointed to the cave where he had been suppressed before and shouted: "There!"
The two flew into the cave and quickly escaped into the stone hall more than ten feet underground.
Dust rose up all over the room, and the earth spirit waved its sleeves to disperse the dust. On the rocky ground in the middle, there was a bronze lantern with a square shape and cornices. It was about five feet high, thick and simple, and exuded a faint bronze light.
The earth spirit's small eyes widened. The sudden appearance of this lantern put great pressure on him.
This is the famous Little Heaven and Earth weapon!
"I am leaving!"
Mo Ye's voice came from the air in the cave, as if it was far away.
Tu Ling knelt down on the ground with a pop, and bowed to the southeast in a salute: "Tu Kun respectfully presents hairpins to ancestors!"
Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly held up his hands: "Mo Ye, come back and take a look when you have time."
He didn't expect Mo Ye to leave so quickly.
There is no echo, and in the vast snowy night, the girl with the hairpin has long gone.