Zhang Wenfeng refused to demonstrate any other sword skills. Compared with He Guangjun's sword-breaking attack, which broke the law, he had been pondering this move for several years. His immature "dead wood blooms" was just enough to match him, but he showed his timidity when he tried the next move.
The spell-breaking sword intent and the spell-generating sword intent used by both sides were equally matched.
He Guangjun was a very thief, and he deliberately said that he was using wooden techniques to make tricks, and wanted to ask for more advice. In fact, he developed wooden techniques through swordsmanship, and the difficulty level was very different.
Jin Qiaoyan made an invitation at the right time: "Master Zhang, go sit in my yard for a while? I have recently brewed a jar of Wuyou Linglu wine, please review it with Master Zhang."
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said: "But that Wuyou Linglu wine that has 'more things in front of you than sightseeing, but a worry-free chest and a wide drinking capacity'?"
He had already started walking outside. Jin Qiaoyan was Yun Qiuhe's master. Of course he had to go and sit down. He wanted to ask how Yun Qiuhe, who had left Nanjiang Prefecture long ago, was doing. As a good friend, he should be concerned.
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He understood that Jin Qiaoyan was trying to help him out, and was worried that he and He Guangjun would have a real fight.
"Zhang Guanzhu is knowledgeable and knowledgeable. He even knows such uncommon allusions. I have tried it several times according to the prescriptions in ancient books. This time, the taste of Wuyou Linglu wine is the closest."
Jin Qiaoyan smiled and extended his hand to invite them, and sent an apology message to Xie Moling and He Guangjun.
Zhang Wenfeng said goodbye to the two people who were not invited, and went out with Jin Qiaoyan to the north.
Treating guests is a skill. Inviting guests without inviting others would offend others. Jin Qiaoyan only invited him in person, and the wine tasting was just a pretext. It was obvious that he had a private matter to discuss with him.
The other two smiled knowingly and held their hands.
The courtyard where Jin Qiaoyan lives is arranged like a small garden, full of greenery and colorful colors, making it busy in spring.
Walking along the stone path into the elegant hall, I heard a surprising voice coming from inside.
"Ah, why are you here?"
Yun Qiuhe held an elegant blue and white porcelain cup in his hand and stood up, his eyes sparkling like light.
Jin Qiaoyan smiled and said: "Qiu He, what are you doing standing still? Why don't you treat Guanzhu Zhang to drink tea? I'll go to the side room to make some spiritual wine."
She walked outside minding her own business.
After receiving a summons from the court, she deliberately did not tell her disciple Zhang Guanzhu that he had come to Zhoucheng.
Zhang Wenfeng walked in with a smile and asked: "Senior Sister Yue said that you were in seclusion in the sect. I also wanted not to disturb your purification, so I didn't send you a message. When did you arrive in the city?"
Yun Qiuhe put down the tea cup, turned his head and looked at Zhang Guanzhu who was sitting across from him, and said with a smile: "Master sent me a letter a few days ago, saying that I couldn't break the bottleneck for a while, so he asked me to come over and work as a swordsman and penman for her old man.
Commander, I arrived the day before yesterday. I heard that you were back and planned to stay for a few days to see you, so I didn’t send you a summons."
Zhang Wenfeng looked at the radiant and pretty woman, who was gradually showing off her perfect cultivation. He saw that the shy woman blushed slightly, lowered her head and was busy rinsing the tea cup, and asked: "How long has it been stuck in the bottleneck?"
"Almost a year."
Yun Qiuhe poured down a cup of tea skillfully, turned his palms and extended his hands to indicate, and asked: "Yue Anyan is also stuck in the bottleneck, how is she doing?"
"A few days ago, Senior Sister Yue went on a trip."
Zhang Wenfeng felt that the atmosphere between the two was strange. It was not as harmonious and smooth as before. The questions and answers were like a blind date. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. He chose the topic and asked: "You haven't left behind your paintings."
Bar?"
"Of course not. I have drawn a lot... You are back and you can give me some guidance. I am so bored when I draw alone. I feel like I am stuck at a bottleneck and there is no progress in the future."
When talking about painting, Yun Qiuhe's voice suddenly stopped pretending to be gentle and gentle, and raised his voice by two notches.
"If you draw too many sketches, you will get bored. You can try ink-wash landscapes, flowers, birds, fish and insects. By analogy, use the light and shade of the sketch, or the relationship between shapes to draw ink-wash. Occasionally, you will have unexpected effects."
"Then you have to give it a try. When you get to my place, you can show me one."
"OK."
Jin Qiaoyan, who was getting a drink in the west wing, had not returned for a long time. He listened to every word with his ears raised and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. As a master, you have to worry about your stupid disciple. After waiting for a while, he held a plain white cup in his hands.
The porcelain altar walked towards the hall.
After tasting the Wuyou Linglu wine, Zhang Wenfeng left after not sitting for long.
I looked through a bunch of paintings at Yun Qiuhe's residence, made some comments, spread out the rice paper, and Zhang Guanzhu drew a picture of "Galloping Horse" with strong brushstrokes, strong lines, vivid and unruly changes of dry and wet.
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Yun Qiuhe likes this kind of paintings that have both form and spirit, and strong contrasts.
Her eyes were shining, she could not put it down while holding the drawing paper, and she was full of praise:
"Viewer, this painting is great! It touches my heart! What I have always wanted to express is this feeling of power, freedom and unrestrained freedom. This is the courage that monks of our generation should have. I feel
The bottlenecks are slightly loosened.”
"Oh, the bottleneck is loose?"
Zhang Wenfeng looked at the woman whose face was flushed with excitement. "Feeling" often differs from person to person.
"I feel like I can't grasp it."
Yun Qiuhe calmed down and said: "I want to go to the immortals to observe and live for a few days. I will draw pictures every day, work in the fields, and play with my former disciples. Maybe one day I can catch the feeling that shocked me just now.
This breaks the bottleneck.”
"You are the Taoist priest taught by Xianling Guankeqing. Senior Sister Yue has been keeping the old courtyard for you. You can stay there as long as you want. Didn't your master ask you to use it? If you run away, will she agree?"
"I often disobey her, and this is not the case."
Yun Qiuhe smiled happily, put down the drawing paper, and asked Zhang Guan to stamp the theme of the postscript. She wanted to decorate the watch and hang it in her residence, looking for inspiration every day.
When she was in Xiling County, she was inspired by a large landscape painting by Guan Guan, which led her to break through the bottleneck and advance to the gradually subtle realm. The lower right part of the painting was unfinished, and Zhang Guan composed two very artistic lines.
She wrote a postscript with her words and phrases, but refused to inscribe them with a seal. She carried the large painting with her in her luggage and often took it out to appreciate it.
Before she went out, her master quietly sent a message, asking her to go to Xianling Temple to practice for some time. He also said that her chance to break through the realm might be in Xianling Temple, which really fooled her master.
Of course, she also knew that the shrewd viewers had noticed it, and deliberately pointed it out without saying anything.
After a brief tidying up, Yun Qiuhe went to her master's place for a run, and then came back. The two of them walked out of the Daolu branch and went around to Fangshi Street not far away.
Yun Qiuhe handed Zhang Guanzhu a full cloth bag and said: "I visited a lot of places in the past two years and came across some fragments of ancient books that are suitable for you, including spiritual plant books, swordsmanship, and broken talismans, so I bought them.
It’s not worth a few spiritual energy stones.”
"Be particular! Next time you encounter a rare and rare book, feel free to buy it and give it to me. I never care about the value of gifts. The more the merrier."
Zhang Wenfeng weighed the bag, which was heavy, and put it away with a smile.
"You are so beautiful! I will resell it to you at a higher price next time."
Yun Qiuhe returned the favor.
Over the past few years, Fangshi Street has changed significantly.
In the past, all the empty shops in the circle outside were opened, forming four criss-crossing streets, which seemed much more lively with people coming and going.
Zhang Wenfeng walked into a shop where he often buys blank talisman papers. He replenished a few dozen talisman papers from low to high, purchased talisman inks, talisman pens, etc., and then went to a nearby shop to buy a few pieces of good materials that can be used to make jade talismans. .
Rice Ball Exploration
Walking along the main street, he walked towards the street stall that was moved to the corner. He had a special liking for the street stall where he had picked up several rare antique spiritual plant seeds. Zhang Wenfeng was suddenly attracted by a small shop called "Deyi Grocery". The resale notice posted in front of the shop is attractive.
"One million spiritual energy stones or treasures of similar value are too expensive, Li Liyuan is beyond belief."
When Zhang Wenfeng saw such a high price, he shook his head as if he had a toothache and said to Yun Qiuhe: "Let's go in and have a chat."
Yun Qiuhe smiled and gave the viewer a roll of his eyes. The viewer was duplicitous. He clearly liked it and wanted to bargain aggressively. Of course, the price offered by the store was outrageous. It made people suspect that the store deliberately set a sky-high price. It was funny. People are playing.
There were very few sects in the entire Da'an Dynasty that could afford the price.
Just because you can afford it doesn't mean you can afford this small, unattractive door about three feet wide and long.
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