After returning to the training hall to continue telling the story, and by extension the lesson, Zhang Wenfeng walked into the tea room with a new sword hanging on his waist.
The two women came close to each other and laughed softly while playing with a set of pink clothes. When the viewer suddenly walked in, Yun Qiuhe hurriedly put away the thin pink clothes and complained as if nothing had happened: "Yue Anyan, you are so stingy, you always come back.
I can't bear to put in a few more tea leaves, the tea is bland and tasteless, next time I will bring you a pound of good tea to treat your guests."
Yue Anyan smiled and said: "You have said several times that you would bring me two ounces of spiritual tea. From last summer to this summer, two crops of rice have matured. Where is my spiritual tea?"
Yun Qiuhe rolled his eyes in anger, "I only get two taels of spiritual tea all year round. You are like a toad yawning. I don't want to pay attention to you."
Then he said to Zhang Guanzhu who was watching the fun: "That guy He Guangjun is too much. He asked me to deliver the sword, but he didn't allow me to see it first. He put a ban on the scabbard."
Zhang Wenfeng took off the sword from his waist, walked to the desk by the window, wiped off the prohibition on the scabbard to prevent gentlemen from villains, and said with a smile: "Let's enjoy it together, the light is better here." When the two approached, he
The sword was half unsheathed.
The entire tea room was instantly cool, and Yue Anyan, who was the weakest in cultivation, had to circulate his breath with such sharp stimulation.
Yun Qiuhe narrowed his eyes and praised: "What a sword! No wonder He Guangjun said that this sword is his master's proud work in recent years. It is thick, sharp and integrated."
Zhang Wenfeng stared at the dark ink sword with dark cyan light swimming on it, with snowflake patterns, and slowly unsheathed the sword.
This new sword is very suitable for him in terms of feel, weight and length. He Guangjun originally sent a message and said that his master would charge 10% of Caiyun Gold for making the weapon and was willing to add a pound of wood grain fine iron as an auxiliary material.
Sword Embryo, enhances the magic weapon's wood properties.
He considered replying again and again to agree, but now it seemed that it would be worth it just for this skill.
The weapon refiners who dare to ask for high prices all have confidence in their own skills.
Except for liars of course.
Yun Qiuhe asked curiously: "Guanzhu Zhang, what rare materials have been added to this magic sword of yours? Can you tell me about such a powerful spirit?"
There are various materials for refining magic weapons, and the proportions vary from person to person.
She is not good at this, she only looks good at swords.
Zhang Wenfeng put the sword into its sheath. He turned around and refined it again. This sword was enough for him to use it to the point of freedom. He smiled and said, "The main ingredient is a piece of Caiyun gold ore."
He shook his fist to indicate that it was so big, so it didn't matter what he said now.
Yun Qiuhe suddenly felt annoyed that he had missed 100 million Spiritual Qi Stones. He slapped his forehead and leaned towards Yue Anyan: "If Master Zou knew about it, he would have to scold me to death. How could there be a disciple like me who cheats on others? Hey, what is the meaning of a friend?
It’s so hard for me to be in love with my sect.”
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said: "Next time there is elixir refining, I will do business with you and I won't make it difficult for you. Is that okay?"
Yun Qiuhe suddenly came back to life with full blood, straightened up, and said with a smile: "It's agreed, I'll wait for you to refine the elixir."
When Yue Anyan pinched the soft flesh on her waist, she didn't bother to fight back. She guessed that Zhang Guanzhu must have obtained a lot of rare items after being out for more than four months. I wonder what kind of elixir he wanted to refine?
Sit down and drink tea for a while and chat for a while.
The school bell rang outside, and Yue Anyan got up and went out. She was going to teach the interpretation of scriptures to the apprentices.
Yun Qiuhe sat upright and said via voice: "A few days ago, Protector Xie had a conversation with me and asked about some relevant information about Xianling Temple. He also asked about Mr. Mo, who lived in Xianling Temple for more than half a year last year. As well as the short man in a khaki short robe who rarely showed up, I roughly guessed something, so I picked up what I knew and told Protector Xie."
She saw Mo Ye walking with the mysterious short man several times.
Judging from his demeanor and the position before and after he walked, it was obvious that the short man looked up to Mo Ye and his attitude was quite respectful.
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "But it doesn't matter. Protector Xie wants to know the origin of Tu Kun. There is nothing I can't tell anyone. Tu Kun can stay and serve only because of Mo Ye."
Yun Qiuhe stared at Guanzhu Zhang and asked in a low voice: "I heard that...has advanced to the third level?"
She came to Xiu Mu this time because she was instructed by her sect to confirm the situation.
"Tu Kun has only been promoted for more than a month. He was asked by Mo Ye to stay in Xianling Temple for a period of time. As for whether he leaves or stays in the future, it depends on how well they get along with each other."
Zhang Wenfeng said it very calmly.
Yun Qiuhe revealed another news: "Bian Wuguo of Yuhua Pavilion died inexplicably a few days ago. Master Baili, who was originally invited to Tianlong Temple, wanted to open an altar in Yuhua Pavilion to hold a big sacrifice. He deduced that at all costs Some of the key information was evaded by Master Baili on the grounds that he was ill before the opening of the forum the next day, and the Yuhua Pavilion ceased operations."
Zhang Wenfeng didn't say anything. Tu Ling was right. In his heart, what he said was that the size of his fist was the truth.
Although he didn't know how effective Xin Yue's concealment method was, the result couldn't be better.
"Has anything big happened in recent days? I'm staying in a remote place in the countryside and haven't gone out. The news is very limited."
"Not to mention, a great event happened in Qizhou more than ten days ago. A declining Taoist temple called 'Jinfeng Temple', which is about 600 miles away from our Xuanyun Temple, suddenly disappeared because of its fifth generation master. The patriarch of the sect awakened from reincarnation, cultivated to the state of freedom and returned to the throne. The Taoist Academy specially sent the guardian Gu Gu and the Great Heavenly Master to verify. It is said that it is completely correct. The senior named Gu Quan was with Gu Quan more than 500 years ago. My friends, there are so many wonders in this world."
"Gu Quan?"
"What, you know him?"
"Maybe we know each other."
"You also said that the information is not available, how come you know all the experts?"
"Haha, it's just a coincidence, it's just a coincidence."
"Zhang Guanzhu, how is your relationship with senior Gu Quan?"
"It's hard to say. Now that I'm a master of freedom, it's hard to say whether you still remember me."
"Can you tell me about Senior Gu Quan? Jinfeng Temple and our Xuanyun Temple can be said to be neighbors."
"It's inconvenient to say. Don't tell the elders of your sect that I know Gu Quan. Just let it take its course. Your Xuanyun Temple has a profound foundation and is ahead in development. Jinfeng Temple alone has a long way to go. Very long.”
"I understand, it seems that your relationship is just average."
"Well!"
After drinking tea, Yun Qiuhe took out some of the paintings she had accumulated from the Xumi bag and asked Guanzhu Zhang for advice.
She is now quite skilled in character sketching. She can draw old people, children, women, and men all vividly, but she still lacks charm. This requires a lot of painting practice.
After Zhang Wenfeng commented on the quality of the painting, he asked her to grab an idle apprentice as a model and teach her to draw a half-length portrait. This was a new subject, especially the fingers. If you want to be good at it, you need to practice for some time.
I made a half-length model painting and drew several front and side examples of palms separately, leaving Yun Qiuhe to paint in the tea room.
He walked down the short mountain to the back mountain cave, where he first practiced the sword for a while, held it up to observe for a while, and named it "Hunran", hoping that his sword energy, sword intention and swordsmanship would soon be completely free.
One body.
I wielded the Huran Sword and practiced a set of Luomu Feihua Sword in Dongfu.
The sword energy in the room was filled with coldness, and the green light was undercurrent. Although he could not fully exert the power of the magic weapon, he could use it more skillfully than his previous jujube sword, which made him quite satisfied.
In the next few days, in addition to daily affairs and practice, he spent more time on the Hunran Sword. He became familiar with it bit by bit, painting the soul-linking runes on the front and back of the Hunran Sword, cultivating the uneasy connection between him and the magic weapon.
The elusive spirituality.
The magic weapon he wants to use is not just simple to use.