The night is like water and the moon is like a disk.
Lezi sat alone on the steps of the cave with his legs spread apart, holding up the gourd and taking a sip of wine.
Half of the bottle of ointment that could burn the skin all over his body was used up, and he would have to rest for a month to slowly absorb the power of the digestive medicine. He felt a sense of comfort that came after all the hardships, and he could help his father run up and down again tomorrow.
He couldn't sit still, he was busy in the kitchen and in the fields, and he didn't like to get together with other disciples to talk and debate.
Occasionally listening to lectures and reading books in the library courtyard are the best pastimes.
His master did not allow him to participate in the competition between his fellow disciples, let alone compete with the monks who came to pay homage to the mountain. He said that a martial artist punches in one go and needs to "cultivate a winning mentality."
When it comes to life and death, it is not appropriate to ask about boxing with fellow practitioners.
In the dead of night, that slender figure sometimes appeared in his mind, and he drank and punched to drive away all the shadows related to her. He was no longer the same person as before.
Wiping the dripping wine from his chin across his sleeve, he saw a figure wearing a black monk's robe walking along the moonlit tree-shaded path to the right. Lezi quickly stuffed the wine gourd and tied it around his waist, stood up and walked down the steps: "Guardian Master."
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said: "Sit down and talk, don't be polite."
The two sat side by side on the steps. Lezi didn't say much. He touched the wine gourd with his finger and let go. Since that incident, he had become much more dull, waiting for the viewer to ask him something.
Zhang Wenfeng took out a book and said: "The last time I encountered a powerful witch warrior in the wild, I used all my methods to win. This is a boxing technique captured from the witch warrior's storage space. Before your master retreated, I asked him to
After reading it, he said that you can learn it, and it can be regarded as a powerful boxing skill by changing the movement and mental methods."
Lezi took it with both hands. On the cover was written "Lei Quan Pu", which was the calligraphy of the master. He opened it under the moonlight. In the blank space besides the pictures and text on each page, there were densely packed small annotations and ink marks.
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Zhang Wenfeng explained with a smile: "When I was copying, I also copied the experiences and experiences left by different people in the boxing book to show the difference. You can think about it yourself, or wait until your master is released.
Let him teach you."
Lezi put away the booklet and said with a smile: "Thank you so much for your thoughtfulness. I will practice according to the booklet first, and then I will ask the master for guidance after he comes out of seclusion."
After following him for several years, he knew his master's temper well.
The master talks most about some very esoteric boxing principles, and rarely gives any specific instructions on a specific move. He emphasizes that he "practices a warrior's courage that changes the color of the world" and "when a warrior punches, he only cares about life and death, regardless of high or low."
After chatting for a long time, Zhang Wenfeng did not tell his cousin, who had not seen him for several years and became an alcoholic, that he had met Yang Shuilan in the wild this time, let alone that the ointment in the blue bottle was made by Yang Shuilan.
It would be bad if outsiders get involved too much. Whether we can renew our relationship depends on fate.
He stood up and walked to his cave, leaving Lezi alone to drink and watch the night.
After morning class on the second day, Yun Qiuhe was not in a hurry to go down the mountain to have a meal. He followed Zhang Wenfeng to the West Hall to drink tea and said: "Master Guan, I heard that Xianling Guan is going to send a group of disciples to Dingxi City in Chongzhou.
To get some experience, how about I lead the team?"
"Qing Yunke, are you worried about Lu Zijin leading the team?"
"That's even better. I'm protected by my son-in-law, so I'm safe. I'll go along and practice. Maybe after a small fight, the bottleneck will be loosened, and I'll find an opportunity to break through."
Yun Qiuhe laughed and rinsed the tea cup.
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head: "I will send a summons to Elder Jin later and ask what your master said?"
"You are so boring. What's the point of complaining? I am now a guest of Xianling Temple. You can arrange for me to go out for training. It is reasonable and my master will have nothing to say."
"I have already submitted the list of Xianlingguan's experience to Dingxicheng this time to Chongzhou Daolu Branch. It is estimated that there will be a reply in the next two days. It is not appropriate to add it now. Yun Keqing, wait until next time to arrange for someone to go to the border city for experience.
Then, I will add your name."
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and dismissed Yun Qiuhe's thoughts.
To go to Chongzhou border town for training, you need to apply and pass it in advance. Otherwise, anyone can come in and out, and there will be no chaos?
Yun Qiuhe didn't withdraw, but the damn temple owner didn't know when the next time would be?
Her master was worried that something might go wrong and had always refused to allow her to go to the border town to participate in the battle and gain experience. He said, "One more person is not more, one less her is not a lot." Unless she can advance to the realm of freedom, he will no longer care about her.
The two of them were drinking tea and chatting about which of them were going to the border town to practice this time, when a talisman light flew into the west hall.
Zhang Wenfeng reached out to take the yellow talisman, checked it silently, handed the yellow talisman to Yun Qiuhe, and said with a smile: "I was just talking about your master, and Elder Jin's summons came."
"You're not urging me to go back, are you?"
Yun Qiuhe then thought about it and realized that his master wished she could just stay in Xianling Temple without going back. He hurriedly answered the summons, checked it for a moment, and said with a smile: "My master is helping you to attract business. I have heard about Chongtian Temple a long time ago.
There is an ancestral tree called 'Red Tree', which can produce 'Red Fruit' that increases one's cultivation. Is it so sick? Can you cure it?"
Return the message to the viewer.
She knew that the master's wood technique was unique and had the ability to nourish the vitality of trees.
Zhang Wenfeng said: "You have to see Zhu Mu's condition before you can decide whether it can be cured. The spiritual planting techniques I learned are all my own wild methods. If you have the opportunity to apply what you have learned, you should not miss it."
He took out a blank yellow talisman and replied to Jin Qiaoyan with polite words after careful consideration.
Dejin Qiaoyan helped him contact Chongtian Palace to determine the specific time, remuneration, etc.
Chongtian Hall is one of the four major sects of the Da'an Dynasty. In addition to Zhu Xun, another Jindan realm monk comes from Chongtian Hall, which is the leading sect in the Da'an Dynasty.
Yun Qiuhe filled the tea cup in front of the viewer and said with a smile: "I will go with you to help you with your chores. I also know several monks from Chongtian Temple."
"That's no problem. If you want to go out for a run, come with me."
Zhang Wenfeng agreed.
The monks who are stuck in the bottleneck have their own opportunities and methods, and it does not necessarily mean that they cannot get out through meditation.
Yun Qiuhe drank a few cups of tea and went down the mountain.
Zhang Wenfeng took out a stack of books and flipped through them slowly. They were all spiritual books that Yun Qiuhe had collected for him over the past few years. He had temporarily learned some techniques, which he might be able to use later. He also practiced the remaining secret techniques from several other books.
At almost noon, Jin Qiaoyan sent another message, agreeing to arrive at Chongtian Hall in the eastern suburbs of the capital in three days.
It is said that Chongtian Temple once invited many spiritual plant experts to diagnose and treat Zhumu, but the effect was not great. Zhumu was on the verge of withering. Three days later it was March 18, an auspicious day:
The blue dragon and the zodiac, the Yi star in the sky, and the noble star in the sky are all beneficial to you, everything you do will come true, and you will get everything you ask for.