Chapter 34 In front of Wangcai Village, the mountains and rivers
In the afternoon, outside the county town.
The dark blue hills are winding and undulating with no end in sight.
Looking around, the small village with only a few dozen households is quietly located in a mountain valley beside a stream.
There are fruit trees growing all around. In early autumn, the branches are already heavy and golden.
Next to the stream at the entrance of the village, there is a large locust tree over eight feet tall, round and curved, with lush branches and leaves.
The white-robed monk stopped.
He raised his head and silently looked at the locust tree at the entrance of Wangcai Village, which was difficult for three or four people to hug.
The maid behind her breathed a sigh of relief: "Sir, we have finally arrived at Wangcai Village. Why don't we sit down and rest our feet for a while."
"I'm not tired, little monk." Zhou Yi said.
Xiangzhu's face showed deep thought: "It seems that your husband's health is much better. Rong Nu thinks about it, that martial arts seems to be called..."Traveling in the Clouds"? Is it Qinggong? No wonder the husband is not tired after walking for so long. It seems that he has practiced it
Got home."
Zhou Yi didn't lie, "It should be almost done."
Xiangzhu looked at the usually low-key monk in surprise: "You must have really fainted while walking, right? Blowing such a big cowhide is nothing like that fresh and refined Yichen."
Although "Traveling in the Clouds" is a basic Qing Gong secret book, it still takes a month or two to master it, right?
The premise is that you have martial arts talent that is not inferior to that of the Yin Sect's first female disciple, Mou Zhu.
Just like this weird method of learning where a monk sits at the window and stares at the secret manuals all day long, if you can learn Zhuang Gong in three years, I will call you Grandpa!
Zhou Yi was too lazy to pay attention, his eyes stayed on the tree and did not look back for a long time.
Xiangzhu wondered: "What's wrong, sir? Apart from being thicker and longer, is there anything different about this tree?"
"It's still very hard."
Zhou Yi stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed the tree trunk with a thoughtful look on his face.
A big, thick, long, hard... tree?
Xiangzhu's face turned red, this smelly monk was seriously misleading people again!
"Aren't all big trees like this? How can they be soft, short and thin?" Xiangzhu said happily.
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly.
"What the young monk means is that this locust tree is a bit old... it could be hundreds of years old. There is a saying that when things grow old, they become strange, and when trees grow old, they become spiritual."
"Is it really that old?"
Xiangzhu walked around the big locust tree several times with a face full of surprise, marveling at it.
"Listen to what the old man said, even if the old trees become spirits, they are actually very pitiful because they cannot leave the land where their roots grow. Hey, what are you talking nonsense about? How can there be spirits in the world? Xu Mansion has never allowed it.
Strange power and chaos..."
Before she finished speaking, Xiangzhu felt wisps of chill creeping up her spine, as if she was caught in an overwhelming cold wave.
At the same time, a sharp burst of wind came from behind, lingering in my ears like a ray of light on my back.
Oops!
Someone is attacking!
Still a master!
Xiangzhu glanced at the indifferent monk and gritted his teeth secretly.
Faced with the sudden death threat, she could no longer pretend to be...anyway, the monk seemed to know something.
Her figure was like a snowflake in a storm, twisting in an instant, and like a rising smoke wave, in the blink of an eye it had swept into the air several feet above the ground.
The bright, charming and naive maid Xiangzhu, who was always shy and making noises about wanting to warm the bed, is gone.
Instead, there is a girl with light eyebrows, cold eyes, gauze sleeves fluttering in the wind, like a snow crane spreading its wings and picking its feathers in the wind.
But when Xiangzhu saw the attacker clearly, his eyes were startled.
Soaring in the air is a man in green, his arms hanging, but one is long and the other is short.
It was the servant in Tsing Yi who met in the restaurant on the night of Chinese Valentine's Day who had reached the second stage of feeling Qi.
What made Xiangzhu feel chilled was not that the opponent's skill was one level higher than his own.
But the opponent is obviously just pretending to test, with empty moves and no real murderous intention.
Just to force myself to take action first.
"Excessive! A scoundrel! What kind of master of the world are you?"
Xiangzhu was furious.
But the Qi has been shipped out, and if you take it back by force, it will only hurt your heart.
In desperation, she had no choice but to wave out her palm.
Threads of flowing waves appeared in the air in front of the palm, spinning rapidly and condensing into a wind nest in an instant.
The green-clothed servant lowered his eyebrows, his face calm, and he also gave a gentle and fluttering palm.
Snapped!
The wind disperses the clouds.
Qi disappears and people fly.
"oh……"
In mid-air, the fragrant beads in a plain robe flew out without any suspense.
Shame! Shame on you!
The first time he showed his martial arts skills in front of a monk, he was beaten away!
And it still flies upwards diagonally without any image, and it will definitely fall miserably later!
While Xiangzhu was thinking, he used the corners of his eyes to hook the monk on the ground.
Huh? Where are the people?
Her expression suddenly changed, and she felt panicked.
Could it be that the monk has been killed?
No, on the night of Chinese Valentine's Day, the woman in white lied that Yichen was her husband... Could it be that she planned to kidnap Yichen and take him home to give birth to a little monk?
Hot bitch!
Did you know it’s first come, first served?
Just when Xiangzhu was having wild thoughts and was extremely anxious, he found that his body that was flying upward suddenly stopped.
Tens of feet above the ground, the cold wind is blowing.
Looking down, the villages, streams, orchards, including the eight-foot-long tree, have all been shrunk by more than ten times.
Xiangzhu's heart was pounding.
Her Qinggong is already considered top-notch among the disciples under the age of thirty in the sect.
But at most, he can only jump as high as the big tree at the entrance of the village.
At this time, the height of her flight has exceeded the limit of imagination. Once she lands, her buttocks will bloom and she will directly pay homage to the Lord of Hell?
To Xiangzhu's surprise and joy, she did not fall directly.
Instead, it paused for two or three times in the high air, then slowly fell down like a drifting autumn leaf.
A nice smell wafts from behind.
Warm, sweet, and a hint of spiciness that goes through all the hardships in life but is ultimately not worth it...it is the smell of ginger water accumulated over time.
"Amitabha, may I ask why the donor with the sword hurt someone?"
A familiar voice sounded, Xiangzhu's delicate body trembled, her mouth opened wide, and an expression appeared on her face as if she had seen a ghost.
Her heartbeat quickened, and then she slowly turned her head.
Dozens of feet above the ground, a handsome monk in white clothes was walking in the air, holding a salute with one hand and holding his collar with the other hand like a chicken. His eyelids were drooped and his eyes were kind.
"Sir, how can you... fly? Wait, is this walking on the clouds?"
Xiangzhu didn't wait for Zhou Yi's answer.
From under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, a woman's soft voice came.
"Don't worry, Mr. Lang, holding the sword did not hurt anyone. If you don't believe me, just ask your maid. Without this method, how can you find out the true ability of Mr. Lang... He is actually a monk who has gained Qi. Qi Sheng? Or has he already?"
Dakai Mansion? It’s really well hidden.”
Following the voice, Xiangzhu saw the young woman in the restaurant on the night of Chinese Valentine's Day.
Behind the young woman who was clad in gold and jade and dressed in luxurious clothes, the servant in green clothes who was in the stage of opening the mansion was looking up at Yichen with a wary face.
Any martial artist with some experience would be the same as that shameless woman and immediately judge that the monk is a master of Qi sense, or even a master of opening a mansion in the second stage.
But Xiangzhu, who accompanies Yichen day and night, knows that until more than ten days ago, the monk was just an ordinary monk.
He doesn't even know half of the martial arts skills, let alone gain a sense of energy.
After that, he came into contact with the movie "Traveling in the Clouds".
But now, a basic Qinggong Tao Qingyun has been transformed by the monk into something magical and has reached a level beyond the level of martial arts.
It seems to have touched the level of "Tao".
Could it be that the person whose hair he washes day and night is actually a human prodigy whose martial arts talent is comparable to that of ghosts and gods?
Or maybe the monk was originally super strong... even beyond his previous guessing.
No wonder people in the sect often say...
When you look at mountains, they are mountains; when you look at water, they are water;
When you look at mountains, they are not mountains; when you look at water, they are not water;
Look at mountains or mountains, water or water...
A true master, even if he gets along day and night, and stays with him day and night, he will always feel ordinary.