Taoist chanting

Returning to the mountain gate, You Meng stayed for a long day, walked around, "supported" Lian De for a meal, and greeted the temple master. He went outside again on the grounds that he needed to go out to practice.

Zhang Wenfeng met with the head of the mountain and Tu Kun to drink tea and chat about the development of the sect in recent years, and then went to visit Yue Anyan in the Bamboo House in Wangxialing. not worried.

Practice and cultivate your mind, and you can recognize your original mind after setbacks, and you will have a better chance of winning next time.

He thinks this is a good thing, the qualifications of the senior sister are mediocre, unlike the mountain leader who has a romantic relationship, the time for the spiritual energy in the lower realm to rise is limited, so it can only be honed and tempered.

Follow the hall.

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hands in vain, smiled and asked the three disciples who had come to see him to stand up, motioning to sit down and talk.

A maid served spirit fruit and tea, and then withdrew one by one.

Zhang Guanzhu first set his sights on Zhang Xuan'an, who had been promoted to the First Realm for many years, looked at Xuan'an as if sitting on pins and needles, and joked: "Xuan'an, you haven't done anything wrong, and you are afraid to check for the teacher?"

"Master, I have been lazy again in recent years, please punish me, Master."

Henry Zhang pretended to wipe the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and answered with a little shame.

The master's vision is like a torch, and he has rich experience in dealing with it, so he quickly recruited himself first.

"This is simple. After ten years, I will test how your sword intent progresses as a teacher. If you are lazy, you will suffer. In order to break through and advance, you can take advantage of the power of fire rules, but In the end, you still have to comprehend the rules of sword intent, otherwise you will waste your talent in sword dao."

Zhang Wenfeng gave instructions from the perspective of a sixth-level master.

Smart people tend to like to be lazy, which is almost a common problem.

Zhuang Yu smiled and dug a hole: "Master, Junior Brother Xuan'an has always said that the pressure is not enough, you demonstrate a sword move to him, let him experience the terror of a master..."

"Senior Brother Zhuang, Lord Zhuang, please be merciful, my little brother has never neglected you."

Henry Zhang hurriedly bowed his hands and begged for mercy.

"Junior Brother Zhuang is right. Junior Brother Xuan'an is lazy and needs to be punished. It can also open our eyes and see Master, your supernatural power and sword intent."

The water is as clear as laughing and making fun of it, adding insult to injury.

If possible, she would like to ask her master to show her sword intent, but unfortunately her cultivation base is too far away, and her master won't make a move. Among the three of them, only Junior Brother Xuan'an is suitable, so I will wrong my Junior Brother.

Zhang Wenfeng laughed and said: "Xuan'an, everyone's will is hard to disobey, look carefully, take the sword!"

Raising the index finger of his right hand, he slashed lightly at Zhang Xuan'an who was sitting a few feet away as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

There seemed to be a breeze blowing towards his face, and a raging red flame suddenly surged from Zhang Xuan'an's body, and the flame was extinguished with a "poof".

Zhang Xuanan fought for a moment, his figure flashed, and retreated to the distance, only to find that Fei had retreated more than ten miles away from the hall, and was still under the threat of the ubiquitous cold sword energy, and it was useless for him to avoid it.

"Sword Domain!"

Henry Zhang screamed and stopped.

Light and shadow intersected everywhere, and I heard countless screams stabbing towards me.

"Master, I admit defeat!"

Amid the shouts, light and shadow passed through his body, and Zhang Xuanan was terrified, only to realize that he stumbled over a chair and stood in the corner of the hall, not far away from the hall at all.

Such a magical and frightening sword realm, with his meager skills, he couldn't even draw a sword.

Zhuang Yu felt the mysterious sword intent of his master's finger up close. He stood still and did not dare to move, as if he was under the huge waves that toppled the river and threatened to overturn him at any time. Come to yourself.

However, in the eyes of Shui Qingru, who has intensively studied the sword meaning of flowing water, the tidal sword field demonstrated by the master has a completely different feeling.

With her eyes, she "sees" the invisible flowing fireflies, interweaving and intertwining with a mysterious and indescribable subtle trace of dao rhyme, enveloping this small world, and evolving various changes of sword intent.

Or light, or swift, or undercurrent, or pouring.

There are many, many changes.

But after watching for a while, her eyes were already sore, tears were streaming down her face, she had to close her eyes.

Zhang Wenfeng withdrew his sword calmly, and nodded secretly. Qing Ru had the worst aptitude, but he was the most diligent, and his understanding of sword intent was even higher than that of Zhang Xuan'an who had advanced to the fifth rank.

Coupled with the help of eye contact, diligence can make up for stupidity, and it will not be too long to break through the border with the sword.

"Master's swordsmanship is amazing. Xuan'an admires him so much that he looks up to the ground. He will not dare to be lazy in the future. He will work hard to practice swordsmanship and sharpen his sword intent. He will accept the inspection of Master ten years later."

Zhang Xuanan bowed his hands, he was really frightened just now.

Master's swordsmanship has reached the realm of the profound, and he has no strength to resist. If he is trapped in it, he will be wiped out in an instant. In vain, he has always boasted that his swordsmanship is superb, and he is one of the best masters at the same level. A little far away, it's like a frog in a well, beating his chest and blushing.

Also let him see the direction of catching up.

Zhuang Yu stumbled and dug a hole and buried himself, which was in line with Master's usual practice. He bowed his hands and complimented him with a few clichés.

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand and raised it up, signaling to the two of them not to disturb the senior sister who was comprehending the sword intent with pear blossoms and rain on her face with her eyes closed, walked outside the hall, and said: "Cultivation is my own business, you have done a good job, but it's okay Do better, who told you that you are my apprentices."

The two who went out with the master bowed their heads and said in unison, "Yes, I will follow the master's instruction."

"If you talk like that again, I will drive you down the mountain."

Zhang Wenfeng laughed.

Zhuang Yu hurriedly put on his usual shy smile, leaned closer, and said, "Master, I'm not good at swordsmanship, can you teach the mantra one or two more times, three, four or five moves are better, and the apprentice is good at that one .”

"You can't chew too much, the 'Lin' formula is very suitable for you. I will show you another few formulas later when I find a time."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded with a smile.

This apprentice is just too smart and wants to learn everything.

He also ordered a sentence, not too preachy.

Zhuang Yu smiled and cupped his hands: "Thank you, Master, the disciple will not be distracted and lazy, and focus on cultivation."

Walking on the top of the mountain, the three masters and apprentices talked for a while, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly said: "How about He Kuyu? You all tell me that I promised many years ago that only she would be promoted to the third rank within 15 years, so I would accept her as an apprentice. It has been done, but apprentices are also divided into registered disciples and personal disciples."

He has been traveling for nearly 40 years, and he has not seen He Kuyu since he came back.

Zhang Xuanan said with a smile: "Okay, so I don't have to be a junior, why bother Yu Pingsu... Well, it's still hard work, I haven't heard of any conflicts with anyone."

He paid much attention to that old woman who has now turned into a woman in her thirties, and wondered how the master would take in an old woman who couldn't speak human language, and personally teach her how to practice.

Later, the master went out for decades, and ignored the woman, and the sect didn't give special treatment, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and didn't hear any rumors. .

"Let's talk about Senior Brother Zhuang. Senior Brother Zhuang is as careful as a hair, and has the ability to discern people's hearts. I am far behind."

Zhang Xuanan was very cunning and pushed the topic to the senior brother.

Zhuang Yu smiled humbly, not paying attention to the deliberate irony in his younger brother's words, and took out a sorted file from the storage space. Seeing his younger brother looking at him in surprise, he said with a smile: "You boy, have you forgotten what I used to do? Master, since Personally teach He Kuyu Kung Fu, as an apprentice, if I don’t worry about Master, do I still need to order?”

Zhang Wenfeng took the file very satisfied, this apprentice won his heart.

Zhang Xuanan looked at his senior brother carefully, and said in a low voice: "Did you also prepare a black file for me in your pocket?"

Zhuang Yu smiled and threatened: "Not just one book, at least one stack, you can give it to Master at any time..."

Zhang Xuanan hurriedly dragged the senior brother aside, raised three fingers, and bribed the senior brother with gestures that they could understand, trying to find his fault, it was a lot of effort.

In the words of my senior sister, he never makes big mistakes and doesn't care about small things.

Brother Zhuang is too dark.

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