Shi Nanguan patted the yellow talisman into Zhuang Yu's hand and said contemptuously: "You are so innocent that you even lied to your own brothers." He then hooked Zhuang Yu's neck and said contemptuously: "Brother, Brother, I have to remind you that the word "sex" carries a knife. You are still young and ignorant, and you often run out. You have to control yourself. Don't be like that guy who was poisoned by a woman."
Wei Jingjie and Tie Jinlin each kicked the fat man away who was talking nonsense.
"If you can't speak, just hold your tongue. Although Brother Yu doesn't look very good, he has a good heart."
Tie Jinlin hurt the two of them with one sentence. Seeing the two frowning, they laughed, and asked about business: "Brother Yu, apart from going to write off the accounts, what other serious things do you have? If there is nothing else, we won't stay." Guest, where did you come from? We are not going to partake in the banquet."
Seeing three guys standing in a row, staring at each other like thieves with their hands folded, without even a bowl of tea, Zhuang Yu sat down on his own and waved: "Sit down, why are you being so polite? Are you trying to compete with each other?"
Seeing the three people sneering unmoved, Zhuang Yu said helplessly: "The master of the temple has been in retreat for many days. I have urgent errands to run. I didn't have time to get the warrant from the master of the temple. The mountain chief refused to give me two thousand spiritual energy stones." "
Hearing this, the three of them all understood what was going on. Huang Pizi came into the house and came for everything.
Tie Jinlin and Shi Nanguan cooperated tacitly, stepped forward to lift Zhuang Yu out, and wanted to throw this thing out so that he would not harm them.
"Don't bother me. I need to use the spirit stone for something really urgent. I'll write an IOU, press my fingerprints, and when I turn around the temple master comes out, I'll cancel the account immediately. Don't you believe it, the temple master's disciples?"
Zhuang Yu shouted that it was the mountain chief who gave him advice, saying that the five wealthy locals in Dingxicheng were so fat that he should go and beat them. The errand he wanted to run also fell in Dingxicheng, so he went to Zhoucheng to apply for an official letter. Peipingpian came running.
He had just destroyed the IOU he wrote last time and immediately wanted to borrow another two thousand spirit stones.
He is not unusually thick-skinned, and he is also confident and confident.
Wei Jingjie laughed angrily at the rogue's behavior. How come he hadn't discovered it before? He said, "Okay, Jin Lin will give him two thousand spiritual energy stones, leave an IOU, and send him away!"
He already vaguely knew from the mountain chief's message that Zhuang Yu was doing some secret work. A guy who didn't talk much in the past had become glib, which made him feel unhappy.
"The sect needs someone to contribute in obscurity, and that person may be the disciple of the temple master."
These were the exact words sent to him by the mountain chief.
He finally understood the meaning of the temple master’s sudden acceptance of disciples.
I didn’t ask too much about what the other person was doing. The other person would naturally tell me what he was doing, and he wouldn’t ask anything he shouldn’t.
Zhuang Yu got the spiritual energy stone and laughed and said that he would treat them to a banquet next time. The soles of his feet were rubbed with oil and fell off.
Shi Nanguan laughed and cursed a few words, picked up the brush again, and before he could write a few lines, there was another knock on the door. He glanced at the gun, wiped it, and settled the accounts with the two people who pretended not to hear, and sighed: "You are all bullying the honest people." People, tomorrow I will go hang out on the street and not wait on you."
Tie Jinlin didn't even raise his eyes and said, "Pumpkin, I'll give you a chance to move around more. Don't be too jabbering."
Shi Nanguan rolled his eyes in anger, walked to the yard and opened the door.
Standing outside was Chen Qingqiao, whom he had not seen for some days. Shi Nanguan bowed his hands and saluted with a smile. Suddenly he found that Chen Qingqiao's breath was slightly unstable and looked different. He asked in surprise: "Guanzhu Chen, have you advanced?"
"Thanks to the master of your temple, I was lucky enough to break through. Let's go in and talk."
Chen Qingqiao was in a very good mood.
The last life-and-death battle with five witch cultivators resulted in the loss of two Jianwei Realm disciples. With the Taoist ancestral "Gathering Qi and Transforming Evil Gourd" and several treasures, he teamed up with two other junior disciples to kill the three on the other side.
, returned to the city after a tragic victory.
Although the experience in the border town is full of dangers, the bloody grinding of life and death can really stimulate the body's potential and break bottlenecks at critical moments. He has experienced it.
Qingshuiguan caught up with the last carriage of the upgraded sect.
All losses are worth it.
With the help of the chaotic swordsmanship gained from Hua Mei, Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on the bamboo
Floor, immerse yourself in it.
I don't know how many days later, I entered the state of forgetfulness again.
He was located near the core of the spiritual energy in the mountain gate formation, between two low hills. Even in the middle of winter, the spiritual plants grew lush and green, and the wood energy was active and abundant. He unknowingly opened up to absorb and transform the rich spiritual energy, and his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.
It has been many years, I have not felt anything, and I have forgotten everything.
The body is like a tree growing between heaven and earth. It seems virtual and illusory, but also seems to be enjoying the wind, frost, rain and dew.
When he woke up from the realm of cultivation, he was silent for a long time. He took a look at the broken bronze sword held in his hands. There was a trace of green light on the intact ridge of the sword. His mind moved slightly, and the sword appeared in the air like flowing water.
The two thoughts merged, and then disappeared into the sword body.
This broken sword was unknowingly refined until it became consistent with my heart.
He stood up floatingly, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand and pushed it forward. The room in the bamboo building was filled with countless tangible or invisible entangled sword energy. The sword energy turned into threads, spiraling and cutting in countless directions, making tiny trembling and cracking sounds.
He has mastered the "Flowing Water Sword Intent" and the "Silk-Tangled Sword Intent". During this retreat, his understanding of the Sword Intent has reached a higher level.
With satisfaction, he retracted the sword's edge, his sword energy instantly converged, and the room was filled with a cold and sharp energy.
He grasped a hint of the sword spirit from the painting of plum blossoms, and realized the "dead wood sword spirit" of the wood that was consistent with his constitution. Although it had only begun to take shape, he was particularly excited.
As soon as the sword was swung out, the room was filled with illusions, and illusory flowers bloomed.
One of the flowers bloomed to its maximum size and suddenly and silently exploded.
The qi movement fluctuated like ripples. Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly sheathed his sword to suppress the power of the sword that he could not fully grasp before it exploded and spread to the core of the mountain gate formation. The gain outweighed the loss.
Returning the sword to its sheath, he bent over to wash the long-dried paintbrushes, dishes and other utensils, tidied them up, opened the bamboo door and walked out. The sun was shining brightly outside, and the paper written by Hu Qiang'er on the door was fluttering in the wind. He smiled.
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Stepping downstairs, I felt like I was returning to my original nature with a sense of divine splendor and restraint.
I don't know how long he has been practicing in seclusion, but his cultivation has reached the level of perfection, and his Taoist mind is peaceful. He feels that he can leave the mortal world and prepare to advance to the golden elixir.
"Master, you are out of seclusion."
Hu Qiang'er noticed the movement and flew over immediately with a wooden sword, followed by a little boy with a rosy face and a little fatter face.
Extending his hands to hold up the two children who were saluting, Zhang Wenfeng sensed the children's unusual closeness to him and asked with a smile: "How long have I been in seclusion?"
"Sir, your retreat this time is one month and two days, which is longer than any other time."
Hu Qiang'er rushed to say.
"Oh, it's mid-December, time flies so fast."
Zhang Wenfeng sighed a little, there is no time for cultivation. After reaching a high level of cultivation, it is common to retreat for decades at a time. In this world, a generation may grow old, sick, and die.
Leng Xiang raised her head and invited: "Master, the sun is just right and the plum blossoms are romantic. Do you want to go and watch them?"
"Of course, why don't you lead the way?"
Zhang Wenfeng laughed, and followed the two children to the hillside to appreciate the plum blossoms. The fragrance of the flowers was far away, and they felt relaxed and happy, but they no longer had the feeling of viewing plum blossoms on a windy and snowy day. They had seen a tree of plum blossoms blooming undefeated under the warm sunshine in winter, and went to Qingzheng.
Go in the direction of the other courtyard.
Two little boys, one on the left and one on the right, followed each other with wooden swords.
While I was sitting in the teahouse drinking tea with the mountain chief, I sent the two little ones out of the waiting room and asked them to play.
Leng Xiang liked reading, so she took Hu Qiang'er to the library yard.
The mountain chief talked about recent events. Tu Kun came back, stayed for a long time and then left in a hurry. Chen Qingqiao from Qingshui Temple was promoted to the state of freedom. Zhuang Yu ran to Dingxicheng and talked about it in a scattered manner.
Zhang Wenfeng opened the letter Zhuang Yu left for him. When he saw the news that Gu Chaowen had been assassinated by a Taoist priest from Jinfengguan, he was silent for a while and asked: "Chief, what's the current situation at Jinfengguan?"
"The news about Jinfeng Guan has been suppressed for a long time. It is said that several disciples of the old master of Jinfeng Guan were all implicated and were taken into custody.
Quan ruthlessly destroyed his cultivation and drove away his subordinates. Where did the escaped disciple hide? He has not been found so far. Gu Quan’s promotion banquet will be held as scheduled. I replied to Jinfeng Temple some time ago. If the master of the temple is released from seclusion,
In time, I will go to the banquet, and I will communicate with Jinfengguan later."
"When will the sect promotion banquet be held at Qingshui Temple?"
"March 3 next year."
In the evening, I will continue to give back a large chapter, Xiongqi, the author’s bacteria