Fairy Spirit Temple, under the shade of trees on the east wall of Qingzheng Villa.
The old lame man was very old, but he was still energetic, his ears were soft and his teeth were soft. He held the wine bowl with three fingers of his right hand, touched it with the thick bowl stretched out by the thick black man opposite the small wooden table, took a sip of the old wine, and said with satisfaction:
"It's still your thoughtfulness. You come to me for a drink every now and then. It's not in vain that I fed you a handful of fodder and a handful of beans."
The big black man played by Lu Zijin drank the drink in one gulp and wiped his chin on his sleeve. The heroic heroes in the play are so informal, laughing and scolding: "You old man, you don't have to come here, you have the nerve to mention it."
At that time, who was..."
"Cheng, Cheng, don't even mention those rotten old Huang Li. I don't want to quarrel with you anymore. You are such an idiot. I don't even remember the good things about you. You remember all the little things about beating and scolding you. You are so petty.
, if I can’t find anyone to spare and am too lazy to drink with you..."
"Hey, old man, your raking of the crops is getting worse and worse. You kept saying that you wanted to hire a groomer. I will remember this grudge for the rest of my life."
"Ah, I'm just verbally scaring you, so why did you invite me? Did you ever see the groom coming up the mountain? Did you invite me to drink, or did you come to make me angry?"
"We were drinking, drinking, and joking. Old man, you are too impatient to be joking."
The big black man hurriedly filled his empty bowl with wine and held it up to pay respect to the old man.
The women who were busy in the kitchen and the young people in the Foreign Affairs Hall were no longer surprised by the two people who were drinking and arguing outside. They just treated it as just listening to the excitement. The lame man drank too much and scolded the donkey man, and the donkey man also
It's not a fuel-efficient lamp.
Lu Zijin's ears twitched slightly. He noticed that someone had entered the Shanmen Archway. He took a sip of wine and lowered his voice and asked, "I haven't seen Lezi and the others for a long time. Have they returned to Liuzhi River?"
"I get angry when I mention this. The little brat got a wife and forgot about his father. He stayed out of the house all day long and couldn't see anyone for half a year."
"When will we drink their wedding wine? It won't be a problem if we delay it for a long time."
"Who says it's not the case? That bastard..."
The old cripple was grumbling, and he was so depressed that he drank wine and cursed his son. He chatted with the donkey day and night, and he felt a little more comfortable. Before he finished speaking, he saw two people falling from the air to nearby.
, it was his little brat and Yang Shuilan.
"Dad, please drink less."
Lezi complained and shouted that if he didn't show up again, he didn't know what unpleasant words his father would say.
He also knew that Lu Zijin noticed that they were back and deliberately stirred up trouble.
"Uncle Fang."
Yang Shuilan smiled.
The old lame man quickly put down his wine bowl and stood up. The folds on his face stretched out and he smiled brightly: "Hey, Shui Lan is back, what do you want to eat? Uncle Fang went to the stove to fry some special dishes. Some time ago,
The sprouts I planted are fresh and tender, so I will pull them back and fry them."
He glanced at Lu Zijin who jumped over the wall and ran away, then turned around to deal with the uneasy and kind-hearted Donkey Ri.
If you want to see his old man's jokes, there is no way. He always scolds his own son and never says a harsh word to his future daughter-in-law.
"Dad, please don't be too busy. We will stay here for at least a year and a half when we come back. We will have a drink with you later in the evening."
"well."
Hearing the happy news that he would stay for a year and a half, the old lame man laughed from ear to ear.
Lu Zijin took out a wine gourd, drank it leisurely and flew to the west, landing in Beiyan Forest. He did not immediately go to find Xiao Ni'er who was playing in Baihua Terrace. Yang Shuilan came, and Xiao Ni'er had a good time.
It’s the end.
He'd better not get into trouble.
…
Zhang Wenfeng received a reply from Yang Shuilan, saying that Xiao Ni'er had been restrained to practice under the small waterfall in Beiyan Forest and was under his personal custody. Xiao Ni'er would not be allowed to show up for a year, and he was relieved.
Put away the flying sword and continue to discuss with Rong Shuzhi how to deal with a martial artist of the same level as the magic weapon monk.
Lu Changyuan and Monk Dharma Bao have not left. They will stay on the island for a few days and exchange their practice experiences with several colleagues.
Traveling far and wide, communicating and discussing with different monks can not only increase your knowledge, but you may also gain different insights into your own magic and understanding.
"Avoid his sharp edge, use various formations to trap him, first make yourself invincible, and then slowly consume him."
Rong Shuzhi glanced at Shui Qingru who was serving tea and pouring water and was listening attentively. He and the master were discussing things now, and they did not avoid the female martial artist. The master wanted to expand his apprentice's horizons. He didn't care and said:
"The way of formation is not only the Five Elements Formation, but also Talisman Formation, Sword Formation, Curse Formation, etc. Whatever is easy to use and whichever one is easy to use, you can use it to deal with him.
Like the master, your swordsmanship is very good. You can practice the sword energy formation to besiege the master. Even if the magic weapon monk is as indestructible as the magic weapon, no matter how hard he breaks all the magic, he can still be trapped. Compared with the magic weapon,
The monk's speed is his weakness. This is also a common problem of most martial artists. They focus too much on attack and protection and not enough on speed.
The sword energy turned into threads, and the water wrapped around it. As long as it could buy a moment, it would follow one after another, without giving him time to breathe. Little by little, he would accumulate small victories into big victories, and eventually it would become a complex of several different properties.
The sword energy formation trapped him so hard that he couldn't move."
Zhang Wenfeng knew that this guy had a good brain. He watched two fights yesterday and could give him targeted suggestions.
"I don't know how to use sword formation. You can teach me how to do it, whether it's from the Wu Clan or Confucianism."
"You have realized that there are four swords. I will spend some time to help you organize them. I will apply them to a witch clan sword formation, make some improvements, and turn it into your own sword formation. Give me ten days and a half to think about it.
"
Rong Shuzhi heard that the master of the temple could accept things from the Wu clan, he smiled and agreed, and said: "The Confucian 'Landscape Moving Talisman' you used yesterday, help me draw a few pictures that I can use now. Then
But it’s a good thing to be prepared.”
Zhang Wenfeng took out a stack of landscape moving talismans that he had drawn during his free time, and pushed them in front of Rong Shu.
The talisman he drew now was not intended to lower his cultivation level, and Rong Shuzhi could not use it.
"I will also give you the method of drawing the landscape moving talisman."
"Okay, this thing is difficult to learn. I'll keep it for now. I'll spend more time practicing when my cultivation level is higher."
Rong Shuzhi put it away without any politeness.
Shui Qingru finally understood. The young man in front of him who often went to the courtyard on the top of the mountain to drink tea was just like Yang Shuilan. He was the reincarnation of a former monk and had an irreversible relationship with the temple owner.
Being able to give guidance to the patron and help him improve a tailor-made sword formation, this young man is also a powerful person.
Zhang Wenfeng knocked on the table, signaled the dazed apprentice to pour tea, and said to Rong Shuzhi: "Lu Changyuan noticed you yesterday. He is inquiring about your details and wants to accept you as his apprentice."
"Accept me as his apprentice?"
Rong Shuzhi pointed his finger at his nose and said with a smile: "Forget it, his way is not suitable for me."
Zhang Wenfeng glared and said: "You said you were showing off your power and deliberately attracted the attention of Fellow Daoist Lu. Be careful of causing trouble and not being able to stop it."
Rong Shuzhi was completely uneasy and said with a smile: "Master, the older you get, the less courageous you become. Don't worry, Confucianism doesn't force you to accept a disciple. If he is a Wu Clan monk, I won't attract his attention."
Zhang Wenfeng asked: "Don't wander out of the city recently, wait until the two of them leave."
He had just woken up. Rong Shu's reincarnation was different from the previous Zhong Wenyong's temperament. This was because the young man's mind was now acting strangely, just like Zhao Zhu'er, who was also a different person.