I noticed a faint breath coming out of the beads in my hand, the temperature around me instantly increased, and the air twisted and fluctuated slightly.
Zhang Wenfeng smelled the smell of burning, and then he saw a glimmer of light that seemed to appear from the void, condensed into a flame, and stabbed towards him like a sword, as thin as a hair, with a terrifying momentum that burned the sky.
"The intention comes first with the sword, and there is no rigid pattern. I will demonstrate a form of 'Lihuo Sword Intent' using fire as the sword. You can understand how much it is and don't force it."
Hearing the man's subtle voice, Zhang Wenfeng stood as still as a pine tree, his mind instantly fell into silence, and he stared at the trace of flaming sword intent without blinking.
The flame grew rapidly in his eyes. The flame seemed to have life. It surged, swept, and danced in various shapes, interpreting the meaning of the Lihuo Sword. It seemed scattered and violent, but in fact it had its own rules.
He was immersed in the world of flames that filled the sky, closing his eyes to observe, learning, thinking, and understanding without any distractions.
"You have good talent in swordsmanship. Waiting for you to come to the upper realm..."
The man seemed a little surprised. Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly disappeared in the air.
The scorching heat in the quiet room quickly subsided. In the room, Zhang Wenfeng stood holding a flowing bead in his hand, and his body was shining with brilliance. From time to time, a wisp of wood fire jumped. He had entered meditation practice.
Zhou Fushi came to Yunyong Peak on the second morning, but he didn't see Zhang Guanzhu, so he didn't pay much attention.
The Golden elixir cultivator occasionally gained something, and it was normal to practice behind closed doors for three to five days. To them, it was just a moment, and they did not feel the passage of time. He asked the two disciples to take good care of Yunyong Peak, and when Zhang Guanzhu came out of seclusion, he would immediately send a message.
He shouted.
However, a month has passed since this wait.
Zhou Fushi couldn't sit still. He returned to the sect from the capital and came to Yunyong Peak again. He hesitated for a moment before Hou Shansan entered the courtyard gate. He went up and knocked on the door, but got no response. There were things arranged by the sect in the courtyard.
It is a protective formation. It is not advisable to walk in and disturb it.
He shook his head and smiled, and said to the host and two men in the prison who followed him: "Junior brother Zhang is a truly quiet monk. He is at peace with the situation. He can calm down and comprehend the practice wherever he goes. He is far beyond my brother. We will not hold the ceremony for the time being.
Slow down and wait until Junior Brother Zhang comes out of seclusion."
The two agreed with a smile.
Elder Zhang really didn't think that he was still a guest. It seemed that they couldn't learn this kind of character.
The days passed and the snow fell one after another.
In the blink of an eye, the Spring Festival has passed and the New Year has begun.
Zhou Fushi came to the courtyard at the back of Yunyong Peak again and asked the two respectful disciples on the side: "The formation in the courtyard has always been on, has it never been shut down, or is there any other abnormality?"
The male disciple Yao Siwen was full of depression and respectfully replied: "Su Qin and I have the array devices that entered the front yard. We didn't notice any abnormalities in the array, let alone shut it down."
He and his female disciple Su Qin were the disciples assigned by the sect to serve Elder Zhang. In the past three months, he and Su Qin took turns guarding the courtyard gate. Even if they had some time, they were busy sweeping and wiping and tidying up everywhere on the mountain.
It is clean and has very little time to practice every day.
Zhou Fu began to walk around for a while and said to the host: "Fellow Taoist Tu Kun from Xianling Temple sent me a greeting. He asked about Junior Brother Zhang's current situation and asked when the elder ceremony will be held. I will reply to him now and ask him to come from Lingxing Island.
Come and take a look at the yard together."
The host asked: "Do we need to arrange the rituals and etiquette?"
"No, I'll greet you outside the mountain gate. Just come in through the side door. He's not in the mood to be polite."
Zhou Fushi frowned slightly, took out his flying sword, recited a few words silently, and typed the message.
He was worried that Junior Brother Zhang had something wrong with his cultivation. He had been in seclusion for too long. It was said that he was not in his own sect and had not officially become an elder of Lingbaoguan. Some procedures had not been completed. Even if he had gained some insights on cultivation, he had only scratched the surface.
, it is impossible to conduct deep retreat.
Around noon, Tu Kun and Chu Qing'er rushed over from Lingxing Island.
After a few polite words, Zhou Fushi invited the two people who had come from afar to enter the mountain gate. He understood Tu Kun's intention of inviting one more person to come, and he was also anxious to find out the reason. It would be better for one more person to bear witness.
Flying to the top of Yunyong Peak, Zhou Fushi narrated what happened. In fact, there was not much to say. Opening the ancient cave house that day and searching for the treasure were secrets of Lingbao Temple and should not be known to outsiders.
Tu Kun observed for a moment in front of the courtyard door and said, "Please ask Zhou Guanshi to open the courtyard door and let's go in and have a look."
More than five hundred years ago, he traveled around with Xuanmu and fought for decades later. Now it was the second time he set foot in Lingbao Temple. Listening to Xuanmu often bragging about the sect, his ears were calloused.
He speculated that the viewer might have experienced a war and suddenly had important insights when he was alone in the dead of night.
According to the temperament of the temple master, and being on the territory of Lingbao Temple, regardless of whether he started practicing behind closed doors.
Of course, he had to see the truth to believe it.
An array weapon appeared in Zhou Fushi's hand, he opened the courtyard door, extended his hand to invite him, and walked into the cold courtyard with Tu Kun. Chu Qing'er lagged behind. The stone pavement was stained with faint green marks of moss, and downy weeds grew on the muddy ground.
The three of them walked through the courtyard to the middle courtyard and immediately noticed the quiet room to the east of the main house.
Even through the quiet room formation, they could still detect the slight fluctuations in sword energy.
Tu Kun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The brat was refining his sword behind closed doors. He was very familiar with the aura of the temple master. A smile appeared on his face and he said: "The temple master is a guest at Lingbao Temple, so you have to worry about it. I will wait for you."
A message will be sent back to the Xianling Temple, asking them to send the temple master's personal disciples to serve. If there is any situation, they can be informed in time. How does Zhou Guanshi feel?"
I extended my hand to invite you and walked outside so as not to disturb the master of the meditation practice.
We still don’t know when the temple owner will be able to come out of seclusion.
Zhou Fushi was relieved and said with a smile: "That's very good. Taoist friends have thought carefully about it. Please go to Lingbao Peak to serve tea!"
Tu Kun said apologetically: "It's not appropriate for Daoist friend Chu and I to stay too long today. We have to rush back to Lingxing Island to guard the island. I won't bother you again until I have time next time. Please forgive Zhou Guanshi."
"Where, where, let the two of you run back and forth, Zhou will feel bad about it."
Zhou Fushi said polite words, sent the two of them off in a hurry, and explained to the host and the prison that he still had things to do when he returned to the capital.
February is the romantic season of mountain flowers.
Standing still in the quiet room, Zhang Wenfeng's wooden fire and fine sword energy suddenly converged. He slowly opened his eyes, looked down at the Liuzhu in his hand, and showed a smile of gain at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't know how much time passed, and he was immersed in the realm of "Fire Sword Intention" demonstrated by True Lord Merlin with a trace of flame. He understood his own sword intention from the complicated and chaotic fire intention, and the three swords of flowing water, entangled silk, and dead wood
The intentions of the Lihuo Sword are eclectic, ranging from roaring, violent, docile, flexible, and ever-changing, etc. It can move according to the intention and take various forms.
I will need to spend a lot of time in the future to practice swordsmanship in depth.
After putting on his Liuzhu, thinking about Senior Brother Zhou helping him prepare for the ceremony, he opened the door and walked out.
I saw Shui Qingru bowing and bowing under the eaves.
He almost thought he had returned to Xianling Temple, and when he looked at the unfamiliar courtyard and buildings, there was no doubt that they were Lingbao Temple.
"Welcome Master to come out of seclusion!"
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