Yun Qiuhe knocked on the door of the east wing and was surprised to see the wood energy flowing out of the room. Is the temple master practicing a secret skill?
She didn't ask any more questions, and went out with the viewer who looked normal but was actually a little absent-minded. They ate a few kebabs in Dongchengfang Street, wandered around casually for half an hour, and bought two books about monks' travels to the sea that were written more than five hundred years ago.
I thought I would return early.
Zhang Wenfeng stood at the fork in the guest courtyard and said with a smile: "Seeing that you feel uncomfortable staying in Chongtian Hall, you don't need to accompany me on that trip the day after tomorrow. I'll just go by myself."
Yun Qiuhe curled his lips and said: "It's too formal. There are too many strict rules and it's boring. You can go ahead. I'll go to the second floor of the Daolu Academy library to read." Then he said worriedly: "Guanzhu.
, not seeking merit, but seeking no faults.”
The viewer is not pushy, she guessed that he has other things on his mind.
"Understood."
Zhang Wenfeng raised his hand.
The two of them did not agree on when they would go out tomorrow.
After closing the door, Zhang Wenfeng lit the oil lamp and arranged the array flags in the room, activated the protective array, and took a look at the bottle of defense that took out the flying sword. Zhu Muxing had tried his best to use a secret method to separate a ray of residual soul, which was hidden inside.
Showing nothing unusual.
I heard from the old man that even if it is nourished by the Shuxian bottle, the remaining soul after leaving the main body cannot live for more than a month and will not stay with him for too long.
The demon spirit has no roots and a remnant soul. Living is suffering in the world. He has seen this from the classics.
Since he promised to help Zhu Muying go to Chongtian Palace to ask for a branch of Zhumu, he would keep his word and would not betray the old man. He could not guarantee whether he could get the branch. If he didn't, he couldn't be blamed.
He had already said the ugly things in advance.
He can do things regardless of means, but he must be open-minded in his heart.
I walked around the room for a while, thinking for a while, then I burned my hands and burned incense, and sat down at the table to read a book.
He read the "Bagua Soul Talisman" booklet carefully twice, put out white paper, pen and ink, and practiced the Soul Talisman meticulously. The complex lines of the talisman were not difficult for him. After becoming familiar with the flow of Yuan Qi, he took out the one he purchased.
The spiritual jade talisman embryo is officially drawn.
Five jade embryos were successfully drawn into two talismans, which made him quite satisfied.
Use a semi-dry towel to wipe off the cinnabar ink left on the jade surface, take out the seal carving knife, carve cloud patterns and landscapes on both sides of the jade talisman, and make some simple decorations as you like.
The next morning, Zhang Wenfeng walked under the shade of the trees in the yard, holding the scroll in his hand, thinking about the secret method recorded in the "Secret Book of Talisman Soul Dividing". After trying it several times, he had a splitting headache. Even a trace of soul power could not be separated, and huge waves rolled up in the sea of consciousness.
, the ancient scrolls flickered in and out of existence in the air.
After struggling intermittently for more than an hour, Zhang Wenfeng hit his forehead with his left hand and shook his head with a wry smile.
The secret method of splitting souls cannot be mastered in a day. He has to be prepared to practice hard for a long time. Splitting the soul is much more painful than cutting flesh with a dull knife. He has tried it several times, but it is difficult to continue. He cannot do it recklessly, otherwise he will
It will damage the foundation of cultivation.
With a "squeak" sound, Yun Qiuhe pushed open the door of the courtyard and walked in from the outside. Seeing the pale face of the contemplator, he worriedly said: "Contemporary master, there are some relaxations in cultivation, don't be too cruel."
She had seen Lu Zijin practicing martial arts and banging against rocks, which was so cruel.
Zhang Wenfeng put the book in his hand into the storage space and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I know it in my heart. I will be able to recover after meditating and adjusting my breath for an hour." He took out the jade pendant with a red string and handed it to Yun Qiuhe who was approaching.
Said: "The Eight Diagrams Soul Protection Talisman, to ward off evil and protect the body, is given to you."
Yun Qiuhe took the plain white jade pendant, rubbed the elegant carvings on the jade surface, and smiled with eight teeth exposed.
"This is a good treasure. Wearing it can avoid evil blood curses, resist the sneaky remnants of souls, and avoid the collision of invisible evil spirits. There are many benefits. Thank you."
In fact, she doesn't care whether the treasure is good or bad, just because the viewer gives it to her, and she is happy.
Thoughts are more important than anything else.
Is she considering tying it outside around her waist or inside her robe?
Zhang Wenfeng ate a few seasonal fruits brought back by Yun Qiuhe, sat in the yard and chatted for a while. After the pain in his head was gone, he rubbed his forehead and went back to the room to meditate and repair his slightly damaged soul.
In the afternoon, he studied "Sea Scroll Boiled with Wood Fire" in his room. His understanding of magic was as slow as ever.
Working behind closed doors until the sun moves westward, there is not much gained, and Yuan Qi is consumed by almost 30%.
This is something that requires time and practice.
I took out "Sword of God's Head" and read it twice. After closing my eyes for a while, I drew my sword and waved the basic moves of "Sword of God's Head". I suddenly felt refreshed and energetic, and the dullness of not being able to practice spells was gone.
Dejection.
The sword light was bright, the sword energy was everywhere in the room, and countless light spots rose and fell suddenly.
His talent in practicing swordsmanship makes him stand out from the crowd and his fighting spirit is high.
On the morning of the 20th, Zhang Wenfeng, who had regained his energy, left the city alone, flew east and landed in front of the gate of Chongtian Temple. He knew that his guest, Taoist Song, was already waiting with his people. He walked into the gate and arrived at Chongtian Peak. Wu Bingyuan led two
The disciples greeted him at the foot of the peak and spoke with great courtesy and sincerity.
After serving tea, the group went to the back mountain.
Wu Bingyuan accompanied Zhang Wenfeng into the spiritual garden. Taoist Sang, who was guarding the garden, opened the fence formation and stretched out his hand to indicate to Zhang Guanzhu to explore the ancient branches. After the first diagnosis and treatment, they saw subtle effects, and they had basic trust in Zhang Guanzhu.
Zhang Wenfeng had no choice but to suppress his words of wanting to ask for a branch, and stretched out his hand to put on the cold branch like withered jade.
After probing for a while, he didn't feel any difference from the ancient trees. This was the first time he felt that it was so lifeless and in a state of death.
Suddenly, an old voice sounded softly in his heart.
"Brother, you don't have to ask for red branches, lest they become suspicious and let you gain a relationship for nothing, I won't feel sorry for you."
Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly and let go of the branch.
Zhu Muxing used a very clever "heart language" spell. Unexpectedly, he was overheard. The old man's strange attitude made him a little confused, but he was not allowed to ask for the Zhu Mu branches in person.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
If he could avoid getting involved in the bad things here, he would go as far as he could after returning to the city to meet Yun Qiuhe.
This ancient tree is determined to die and is worse off than alive. It cannot be saved without human intervention.
After casting the "Nourishing Vitality Spell", Zhang Wenfeng first consulted Wu Bingyuan's opinion as always, and when Master Wu smiled and stretched out his hand to approve, he then covered part of the trunk and branches with green mist, slowly nourishing the ancient tree's vitality without haste.
He made up his mind not to come again after this time.
For about half a quarter of an hour, the branches of the ancient tree swayed suddenly and crazily, countless tree trunks and dead branches made a heart-stopping "kacha" bursting sound, the ground shook and cracked, and a dull and suppressed vague howl came from nowhere.
"...You little bastards of Chongtian Palace, I'm going to kill your eighteen generations of ancestors...I was born between heaven and earth, and I'm still between heaven and earth, what can you do to me..."
Zhang Wenfeng hadn't finished casting his spell when he heard branches waving through the air, and he pretended to be embarrassed to avoid flying back.
The hula-la branches whipped into the air with an astonishing sound and great force.
Countless splinters and sawdust exploded and flew, catching the three of them off guard and suffering a lot of injuries on their bodies.
With their cultivation, they would not be injured. They were forced to retreat two hundred feet away. Wu Bingyuan and Sang Daozhang looked extremely ugly and shouted hurriedly: "Master Zhang, please come back!"
At this time, they didn't care about being polite. They flew back in the air and made secrets, trying to use formations to imprison this place.
Zhang Wenfeng rushed out of the Lingpu courtyard with fists in his hands, and he just took the opportunity to leave.
Zhike Taoist Master Song, who was guarding the door, had a solemn expression, stretched out his hand and said: "Master Zhang, I'll take you down the mountain, please!"
That shameful roar had been cut off by the people in the underground palace and the sect leader.
But the ancient Zhumu tree was still shaking violently. Every time the branches cracked, he could hear his heart bleed. It was the hard work and painstaking effort of countless generations. He only hoped that the sect master and Elder Jin could turn the tide and completely suppress the crazy old man.
Guys, save the ancient Zhumu tree.
Zhang Wenfeng whispered "please" in a low voice, and walked down the mountain in silence with Taoist Zhike.
He didn't expect that the cunning Zhu Muxingxing would attack at this time and attack him as well. What a plan!
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