The cold blows through the autumn, and all the yellow leaves wither.
Zhang Wenfeng sat in a pavilion by the stream, using his wrist blade to carefully carve a goose-egg-thick walnut stick in his hand. The wood chips were flying, and the walnut stick gradually turned into the prototype of a sword. Hu Qiang'er sat on the stone bench opposite, holding his hand with both hands.
He rested his chin on the stone table and stared.
Fifty feet behind the pavilion, at the foot of the mountain ridge, the donkey changed its direction and violently hit the shiny rocks.
"Bang", "bang", the sound was dull and powerful, causing ripples to appear in the stream dozens of feet away.
On a cold day, the donkey's body was steaming with steam, and there was a faint "crackling" sound of thunder.
It eats the essence of spiritual grass, drinks strong liquor every day, lives in a blessed land of spiritual energy, tempers its body with high intensity to condense its demonic power, and improves its cultivation at an astonishing speed. It advances bravely and improves with each passing day.
It enjoys the hearty feeling of getting stronger every day.
After running through the rivers and lakes and seeing the cruelty of life and death, I realized how important it is to work hard and sweat.
Now it is no longer rare for him to teach his cheap son a lesson, who hides in Tuling Cave and sleeps every day.
In the words of the temple owner, "Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Don't be a horse or a cow for your children and grandchildren." When the children grow up, they cannot be controlled by their father. He can only follow Lu Huan and follow the earth spirit.
The two people in the pavilion were not affected by the sound. Zhang Wenfeng, with his hands as steady as a rock, whittled the walnut stick into a large shape and carefully carved it with the tip. After more than half an hour, a small and exquisite wooden sword was freshly produced.
The two sides of the back of the sword are respectively carved with the secret words of "avoiding evil" and "wooden thorns", which are beautiful.
This is not over yet. Zhang Wenfeng took out the talisman ink, talisman pen, and inkstone, stained it with dark red sticky ink, and drew the "spirit-linking rune" in one stroke. There was a slight talisman light on the sword body that flickered and then converged. He wiped the dark red wooden sword with a towel.
The ink on the surface.
He handed the wooden sword to the little demon with bright eyes and said with a smile: "Try to see if it fits your hand?"
He and Hu Qiang'er have a master-servant contractual relationship, and the spiritual rune drawn on the wooden sword can be the icing on the cake.
Hu Qiang'er happily took the wooden sword and made a sword-holding ceremony: "Thank you, sir."
After walking out of the pavilion, he danced a few swordsmanship styles in the open space. He hung out with the apprentices, read and studied scriptures and listened to lectures. He also learned a lot of messy fist and foot swordsmanship.
He is a genius, has a high level of understanding and learns things quickly.
As for whether it's suitable for him, he doesn't really care. In the future, he will definitely have to ask his master for advice if he really wants to learn swordsmanship.
When he saw his master making peach wood swords in his spare time, he had an idea. He reluctantly broke off a branch of the ancient walnut tree on the hillside and asked his master to make him a wooden sword. From now on, he could hang it on his waist and ride on the mountain.
Badger patrols are also more majestic.
Hu Qiang'er played with his original wooden sword, shouted "Hands together, easy to use, beautiful", and ran outside with a smile.
Compared with the bamboo swords played by apprentices who have not broken through the realm, his wooden sword made by the master himself is exquisite and beautiful, and it can make a difference. In addition, his connection with the original wooden sword and his spirituality are unparalleled.
With a sudden movement, he threw the two-foot-eight-inch dagger.
"Whoa", the wooden sword turned into a flying sword that could be easily controlled and hovered.
The little demon was so happy that he couldn't even see his eyes. He jumped on the wooden sword and shouted: "Let's go!"
The wooden sword carried the little guy and flew around the donkey in a showy circle, and then instantly jumped from the ground to a height of more than ten feet, rushed out of the treetops, rushed across the Xitan Ridge, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The donkey who hit the rock was dumbfounded. After a while, he shook his head and muttered: "Is he sick? He can fly. He has to ride on a broken wooden sword. Isn't it unnecessary to take off his pants and fart?"
Zhang Wenfeng put away his tools, used magic to collect all the wood chips, and buried them under the roots of a willow tree by the stream.
He washed his hands in the stream, walked over to watch a donkey exercising, and then walked out.
He considered drawing a nine-gong azimuth map in the corner of the courtyard of Qingzheng Villa and setting up nine nine-gong pillars at the node locations. This was inspired by the rocks hit by donkeys and could be used as a way for the apprentices to temper their bodies.
He still had to spend a lot of time thinking about how to use the primary formation and how to arrange it.
The sky was dark with low pressure and dark clouds, and there was a strong wind.
Seeing that it was almost time, Zhang Wenfeng flew into the air and headed southeast.
Falling onto the precipitous surface of the Yaxi River called "Shui Qiu Tan", Zhang Wenfeng pulled out the Huran Sword, punched his left fist and right sword on the water, and practiced walking towards the east. His movements were slow, and he slowly advanced. When switching between fists and swords, his movements were smooth and flowing.
The feeling, except that it is slow and not very lethal.
The river wind blew and the water surface rolled eastward.
The rushing river water hits the rugged rocks along the way, making a loud sound as the waves crash against the shore.
Wherever Zhang Wenfeng walked, the wind and waves were calm for a few feet. He didn't need to do it deliberately. The energy and pure sword intent flowed through his body, forming an invisible protective circle around him. He collided with the river wind all the time. This was a natural thing.
Tempered by "fighting with the sky".
After walking for thirty miles, I turned back and continued walking and practicing.
The sky is getting darker and darker, there is drizzle in the sky, and mist is rising on the river.
In the middle of the walk, I saw a two-story boat coming from the river in the west at dusk. In strong winds and waves, the boat lost control and was spinning on the bumpy water. There were faint sounds of screams and cries. There were men and women, and they were still there.
There are children's voices.
On the decks on both sides of the boat stood more than a dozen soaked bamboo pole boatmen, barefoot and nervously staring at the rapids and riverbank rocks. Every time they were about to collide, they stretched out their arms amidst the screams of the boat boss.
The bamboo pole struggled to open.
The palms of each hand were bruised and bloody, and their right feet were tied with thick hemp rope to prevent them from being thrown out by the fast boat.
The boat was swinging and turning wildly, and there was always a danger of capsizing.
When people on the boat saw the Taoist priest walking on the water, they all shouted excitedly: "Master Immortal, help me."
"God help me!"
"Save the child."
Zhang Wenfeng did not hesitate, sheathed his sword, put his feet down, and took off towards the direction of the boat.
He had been walking on Shuiqiu Beach for nearly three months, and this was the first time he had seen such bad weather, and a large ship entering the dangerous shoal at this time. He sighed in his heart, he was really desperate, and he had no intention of saving as many as he could.
mentality, decided to take action to save people.
He had no ability to stop the big ship in the rough water, so he waved his hand and sent out three yellow talismans to convey the message.
Facing the power of heaven and earth, a person's strength is too small, and he must call for help.
Several miles away, we are about to arrive.
However, the boat hit the stone wall on the right with a "boom", and countless figures were thrown into the air, and then fell heavily into the rapids. The boat, which was more than ten feet long, turned into a pile of broken pieces. The sound of crying, wind and waves intertwined, and it was a human tragedy.
Zhang Wenfeng was stunned. He caught a young man who was thrown in front of him, threw it towards the shore, and used skill to throw the man who was shouting "Ahhh" and his face was as white as a paper to the trees on the shore. He smelled the urine.
When the smell is deadly, those who are not frightened to urinate are just stupid.
Weaving and swooping in the rapids, he picked up the floating figures one by one. Regardless of whether they were men, women or children, he caught them and threw them to the river bank on the right. The time he gained now cost his lives.
The people who had narrowly escaped death recovered from their shock. Some knelt down and thanked loudly, while others cried loudly.
Zhang Wenfeng, who was busy rescuing people, suddenly felt alarmed. His body turned strangely in the air and "bang", a water column several feet thick sprayed in the direction he had just moved, passing him by.
He smelled a trace of watery evil smell remaining in the air.
With his consciousness, he saw huge waves rising from the water, and a black shadow sneaked up on him from behind.
Such bad weather and such an urgent time to rescue people.