Lu Zijin shamelessly wanted to get a look at the little snow-white beast, but Shui Qingru refused on the grounds that the little beast was acquainted with the beast. She is currently dependent on the little beast, and no one can touch it except the master, Qian Jing and three or two others.
When petting the little beast, I had been warned by the master a long time ago, so that Lu Zijin would not be allowed to get close to the Thunder Beast cub.
After ten or eight years, the Lei Gong Beast has cultivated the source of thunder and lightning in her body to develop innate supernatural powers. She has some ability to protect herself and will not be coveted by all Lei Cultivators. By then, she will also have resolved the evil aura surrounding her and can go out and travel.
Lu Zijin didn't pay much attention to the boring concubine, and went to find the old lame man who was getting more and more verbose to drink and chat.
On the morning of the Lantern Festival, He Guangjun came to visit alone.
After all, he had served as an official in the Zhoucheng Daolu branch for ten years. His clothes were no longer as rumpled and casual as before. He was dressed in a decent black Taoist robe and treasured clothes, clean and dust-free, with occasional brilliance in the sun, and his hair was neatly styled.
Xia wears a green lotus crown and hangs a long black sword inlaid with gems on her waist. She purses her thin lips and smiles solemnly, with a cold and calm expression.
Welcoming him to the west hall on the top of the mountain, he sat down to serve tea. There were no outsiders in front of him. He Guangjun spread his hands and leaned on the sandalwood chair, sighing: "It is difficult to ascend the mountain with golden elixir, and it is difficult to reach the second level in one day. My master, Master Shen, they are so rare
There are an older generation of cultivators, and there are many senior cultivators from the sect, including Yun Qiuhe and her master, who have tried one after another to pass the test, but they are too anxious and want to be the first to compete for the false reputation. Why bother?"
Zhang Wenfeng nodded in agreement. He had reminded Yue Anyan and Yun Qiuhe before that if they were in a slightly anxious mood, they could not completely let nature take its course, and the chances would be small. This was also the reason why Zhao Zhuer, Rong Shuzhi and the others were not in a hurry. They stretched out their hands for tea and said:
"You don't seem to have escaped from the ordinary world?"
He Guangjun laughed dryly, his face no longer dull, and his expression was lively. "I practiced swordsmanship, forged iron, sharpened swords, and did trivial things on a secluded hilltop in the sect. I listened to the chirping of insects and birds every day, and admired the mountains and watched the sunrise and sunset.
I heard that my master and others failed one after another, and I was worried at that time. I wanted to practice for a few more years before going out, but I kept putting it off again and again. Suddenly I realized the meaning of Guanghan Sword, and I broke through after five months of seclusion, including the elixir.
Don’t worry. You don’t know how many eyes fell through my eyes after I came out of seclusion. My master laughed so hard that he burst into tears and felt elated.”
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and held up his hands in congratulations. This was a matter of course. He solved the double entendre in one fell swoop with the help of his sword intention understanding.
There is such a precedent in the world of spiritual practice. He Guangjun unintentionally matched the Tao, which is a great opportunity.
After taking a sip of tea, He Guangjun continued: "A few days ago, Chen Shouzhong went to Dengtian Tower as a guest. He had been delaying his journey for several years. He had seen too many failures and was worried that he would not be able to pass the test. He heard me talk about this.
Well, let’s see how lucky he is when he goes back to strengthen his confidence and practice swordsmanship to sharpen his sword realm?”
"Everyone has his own destiny and his own way of practice. When the time comes, just move forward boldly."
Zhang Wenfeng asked again: "How is Wu Qianping doing now? Since he left as the director of the county Daolu branch, I haven't heard from him for several years."
Due to the difference in status, we have lost contact with old friends in the past and have not been in contact for more than 20 years.
I heard that Fu Gujing of Xuanyun Temple was promoted to the Free Realm a few years ago and worked in a remote city to help the sect.
"Lao Wu's cultivation path was bumpy. He failed to advance to the third level for the first time. He finally succeeded in advancing to the third level the year before last. Last winter, he invited himself to go to Qianxi Island to fight. I was in retreat at that time."
After He Guangjun finished talking about his business, he took out a large wooden box five feet square and three feet high from the thumb of his left hand, put it on the ground, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry to come empty-handed. I made a special trip to Dayi Dynasty to pay my vows at Tianxing Temple.
I would like to thank Master Xiang for asking them for this treasure and give it to you as a gift."
More than five hundred years ago, more than a dozen monks from Tianxing Temple helped Da'an fight in the war. Later, the four surviving monks established a sect in Da'an, which gave rise to the current Dengtian Tower. Zhang Wenfeng had heard about this secret origin.
"Hey, your face, Mr. He, can't even be pierced by a flying sword, why are you embarrassed with me? I want to see what treasures you brought? It's so mysterious."
Zhang Wenfeng joked with a smile, took off the three yellow charms attached to the wooden box, and opened the wooden lid.
A deep coral-colored tree stump seat cushion was exposed. The wood grain was intricately circling like ancient runes, and the carving was exquisite. It was decorated with a circle the size of a dove egg around it.
of wood spar.
"Yushan Lingmu. Brother He, you are too particular about this. How can I refuse? You are not ruining my reputation."
Zhang Wenfeng chuckled and put the rarely seen large tree trunk treasure cushion directly into the storage space as his own. What kind of polite talk could he have with He Guangjun?
The other party came here specifically to return the favor of the "Guanghan Sword Sutra" to him today. If he didn't accept it, wouldn't it be a shame for him to be a master of the golden elixir sword?
Yu Shanmu ranks seventh on the list of spiritual trees, better than the Yu Shanmu, Shadow Wood, and Endless Wood he obtained.
Such a large Yushan tree stump is estimated to be two to three thousand years old.
Unlike ordinary trees, spiritual trees grow very slowly. It is said that the top three spiritual trees have the reputation of "hundred-year-inch trees". The diameter of the trees only grows one foot every thousand years, which shows their compact and dense material.
In the current ebb and flow of spiritual energy in the world below, which occurs once every thousand years, the top ten spiritual trees cannot survive.
The huge tree stump in the corner of Hantan Cave in Moling Youjing is just a remnant of ordinary spiritual trees. If it is old enough, he can benefit a lot from meditating on it.
The treasures of heaven and earth can only be found by the virtuous. If he wants to be a virtuous person, how can he be hypocritical and shirk?
"You just said that I, Mr. He, have such a thick skin that a flying sword can't penetrate it. According to me, your skin is as thick as an iron wall. You don't even say a polite word. It's so ugly."
He Guangjun laughed dryly and responded with sarcastic words.
The two exchanged a few words with each other, then exchanged their knowledge of swordsmanship and sword realm. Zhang Wenfeng sent a special message to summon his apprentice Shui Qingru. They met with the elder sword cultivators, cooked tea and handed them water, listened to some of the Jindan sword cultivators' eloquent talks, and felt the sparks of inspiration sparkle.
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It was almost dusk, and the two of them sent He Guangjun away. "The sword cultivator's style is leisurely and fascinating."
Shui Qingru released the snow-white beast and climbed on his shoulders, his eyes radiating a sharp look.
"You can do it too. Step by step, make steady progress in ten years and a hundred years. Your achievements in the future will not be inferior to those of Lao He."
Zhang Wenfeng put his hands behind his back and walked westward along the creek, speaking encouragement. The female martial artist bowed and saluted.
It was her lifelong honor to have the master as her teacher. Time passed by, and three years passed by before she knew it.
After Zhao Zhuer led the fifth batch of apprentices, more than 70 of the 120 became formal disciples. She retreated for more than ten days, restored her cultivation in the Golden Core realm, and traveled far away hand in hand with the resurrected "Fang Bailan".
The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and you are free between heaven and earth.
The black and thin Gouwa grew up into a young man. He was still black and thin, as tall as a bamboo pole. With his cultivation in the early stage of Jianwei Realm and his superb swordsmanship and fire skills, he was invincible against the fourth batch of disciples. The former four
Ye Weiyin, the first disciple in the group, took a detour when he saw a guy named Zhang Xuanan.
It's so annoying. It's so annoying. You can't beat it again and again. You can hide and walk away without losing face.
Fan Chongfeng ate a red fruit and advanced to the state of freedom. Qian Jing was still polishing his cultivation, so he kept the red fruit to eat when he breaks through in the future.
The other older disciples of Zhang Xuandong were not qualified enough at that time. Some were happy and some were worried. Half were promoted, and half declined, either retired to the countryside or went to the Foreign Affairs Hall.