Asking about longevity

Chapter 1013 Zhang Lan

Elder Zhang turned his head and glared at him with a cold look.

The monk in blue immediately felt numb, he stood up with a bow and bowed his hand and apologized, "You are rude."

Elder Feng smiled kindly.

Elder Zhang said, "Younger is unscrupulous, elder, don't blame me."

"It's okay..." Elder Feng waved his hand, looked at the monk in blue, and asked, "This one is..."

The monk in blue salutes and says, "My junior, Zhang Lan."

"Zhang Lan..."

Elder Feng pondered, and saw that he was wearing green clothes, with good looks, free and steady eyebrows and eyes. He was not old and had already achieved the cultivation of Jindan. He immediately became amazed and praised:

"As long as his name is, he is handsome and handsome, and has a bright mind. The Zhang family has really emerged with many talents..."

Elder Zhang brushed his hand, "Brother Feng praised me, this kid is used to being unconventional and has no right wherever he goes."

Of course, he said this, but there was still a hint of relief in his eyes.

Zhang Lan has seen this boy since he was a child.

Before, I just felt that this kid was lazy, acted ruthlessly, and had no sense of doing things, so it would be difficult to become a great man.

But after going out to practice, I don’t know what I experienced, but I became much more calm and able to concentrate on practicing. I can improve my cultivation for a long time, and it is still a long time to live up to his outstanding qualifications.

Elder Feng poured tea for Elder Zhang.

The boy also respectfully stepped forward and poured a cup for Zhang Lan again.

"Drink tea." The elder of the Feng family said, making a "please" gesture.

Elder Zhang nodded, "It's a labor."

After that, the two elders continued to chat about the changes in sects, past events, traditional friendship, the customs of Qianxue, the origin of genius, etc.

The other Zhang family members were all aside and listened quietly.

Zhang Lan also lowered his eyebrows and listened respectfully, but his heart couldn't help but fluctuate.

Ink painting?

He heard it right just now, right?

The Qianxue genius who Elder Feng just mentioned, the leader of the formation, is it... ink painting?

Zhang Lan found it incredible.

This is what he knows...that ink painting?

This is the Qianxuezhou world with a fifth-grade Qianxue. It is a world with a large family and a sect. The top-grade Qianxuezhou world is not as good as a dog. The genius is everywhere... Can he make a fortune even?

It’s not just a normal step forward. In the middle stage of foundation building, the peak spiritual consciousness of the nineteen-patterned pattern surpasses the four major sects and wins the leader of the formation...

This is too outrageous, and I don’t dare to write it like this in the storybook…

Zhang Lan frowned and couldn't help but ponder:

"The same name and surname?"

"This ink painting isn't the ink painting I know?"

But it's not right...

There was no such coincidence that he had encountered both "ink paintings".

Moreover, Elder Feng also said that this "Ink Painting" has strong spiritual consciousness, is good at spells, and will hide...

This is obviously the kid in ink painting, and it is a "high-end" version of ink painting.

But I have to say that these two ink paintings are the same person...

Zhang Lan couldn't believe it very much.

Moreover, the more I think about it, the harder I feel.

"Look for an opportunity to see if it's really the child of Mo Hua..."

Zhang Lan said silently in his heart.

On the other side, Elder Zhang and Elder Feng were still chatting.

The years of practicing Taoism are long, and the life of monks is long. In addition, the Jiuzhou is endless and the mountains are long. Many old friends of Taoism often have no chance to meet each other for decades, hundreds of years, or even hundreds of years.

Even many relatives, friends and Taoists have met for the last time in their lives without realizing it.

Times are long, misfortunes and fortunes are unpredictable, and life and death are separated.

I met again the next day and had no chance to meet each other. I could only pour a glass of wine in front of the grave to express my comfort.

Therefore, when old friends meet, they will inevitably talk a little too much.

Gradually, the rusty that had not been seen for many years disappeared, and the tone of the two became warmer.

Elder Feng felt the past and sighed:

"The Feng family and the Zhang family are family friends. You and I were studying at Qianxue, and we were in the same mood. The day we formed the elixir is almost the same. Now Brother Dao has become a true person, and my old bone is still in the late stage of the Jindan. , really ashamed..."

Elder Zhang shook his head: "Brother Feng is so serious..."

"Heaven's movements are constant, fullness and emptiness are counted, and misfortunes are prolonged. People's practice in this life will be difficult to predict. No one can tell whether it is good or bad."

"All you can do is do good things and don't ask about your future."

"The time of practice comes, it will naturally become. If the time is not, then practice again. Live until you are old, practice until you are old, and let the rest be natural."

"It's success or failure, disaster or blessing, and it's not something you and I can control..."

Elder Feng reminisces these words for a long time, his mood gradually calms down, and nods:

"Brother Dao's words are reasonable, but I am impetuous..."

The two talked about some experience in practicing Taoism again.

Elder Zhang’s experience of Yuhua came one by one, and he knew everything and said everything.

Elder Feng was so obsessed with hearing that he benefited a lot.

Before he knew it, the night became darker. Elder Feng suddenly realized it and said with apologies:

"I'm old, and when I get upset, I'll never end. I almost forgot that Brother Dao has been in trouble all the way, so I should have a rest as soon as possible."

"Those who practice Taoism, this little bit of tiredness is nothing." Elder Zhang said.

But then that's it, Elder Feng couldn't really be without a wink.

"The cave is ready, please rest for a while."

"Now tomorrow, I will take you to the swordsmanship conference to watch the ceremony. I will see this grand event of Qianxue, and the genius style..."

Elder Zhang nodded, "Thank you."

After that, a boy led everyone to rest.

The Zhang family members saluted and thanked Elder Feng.

After rushing for too long, they were indeed very tired, so they fell asleep while they were stuck in the couch.

Zhang Lan was also very sleepy at first, but now he heard the word "Ink Painting" and lay on the couch, thinking about it, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep.

In this way, until the next day when Zhang Lan got up, she was still lazy and tired.

If it were on weekdays, Elder Zhang would inevitably give him a speech.

Tell him that the monk practices that he practices flesh and blood, spiritual power, but also energy and spirit.

If you are unstable, still irritable, and don’t know how to maintain your health and nature, how can you ask the truth attentively?

But I thought that this was a visit to the Feng family, and along the way, Elder Zhang stopped talking.

Besides, today, there is another important thing.

They are going to go to the sword and watch the ceremony.

Elder Feng specially prepared a table of spiritual food and delicious wine to entertain Elder Zhang and the children of the Zhang family, which was considered as a welcome to the public.

After that, everyone went up to Mount Ludao.

Along the way, Elder Feng talked about the famous scenic spots and magnificent mountain courtyards for everyone.

The light of escape suddenly rose in the sky, and occasionally feathers turned into the sky, causing the sea of ​​clouds to churn.

The children of the Zhang family were shocked.

Even Elder Zhang sighed with emotion:

"My Zhang family is a fourth-rank family. It is the dominant family in Canglan Prefecture. There are no less than ten real people in Yuhua in the clan. Speaking of which, it is also a giant."

"But when it comes to this Qianxuezhou world that has been thriving all over the sky, it is really a witch compared to this family that has been eating with the bell and the tripod."

"Brother Dao, don't be too humble..." Elder Feng shook his head and said, "The Qianxuezhou area is a rare big state area after all. Even if it is placed in the fifth-grade state area, it is the best."

"What's more, as the saying goes, a strong dragon will not defeat a local snake."

"No matter how many families there are or how strong they are in Qianxuezhou, they are only limited to this world."

"It's not like the Zhang family, who dominates the side."

In the Qianxuezhou area, there are many fourth- and fifth-rank families.

But when there are more things, it is easy to be worthless.

There are many ordinary fifth-rank families in the Qianxuezhou community. In terms of power and influence, they may not be as good as those in the land of Jiuzhou. Those fourth-rank families that live in a corner, suppress one area, and have been passed down for a long time.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the earth is far away and the power is heavy.

That's the reason.

Therefore, although the Zhang family is a fourth-rank and cannot be regarded as a strong dragon, it is a powerful "local snake", and it is also the only local snake that dominates one side.

When it comes to Qianxuezhou, the Zhang family may not be anything.

But if he reaches the Zhang family's territory in Kanzhou, then his orders from the Zhang family may be better than the official documents of the Daoting.

The world of cultivation is vast, with many friends and multiple paths.

Even if Elder Feng and Elder Zhang have no personal relationship, they dare not neglect the Zhang family easily.

Moreover, the Zhang family ranks in the fourth-rank state boundary and has a maximum limit on state boundary.

In the fourth-grade state boundary, the Zhang family has no cave.

But it does not mean that there is no retreat from the Zhang family’s Dongxu ancestor in the other fifth-grade states, various clan forces, and famous mountains and rivers.

It’s just that the Zhang family is low-key and never reveals it.

On the way, the two of them exchanged a few more greetings and talked about the grand occasion of Qianxue. After an hour, they entered Ludao Mountain.

At this time, the mountain of Lu Dao was full of monks.

The people are bustling and noisy. When you step into the mountains, you feel like you are in the ocean of people, which is shocking.

"Brother Zhang, please follow me."

Elder Feng led the way, and Elder Zhang led everyone to follow.

"It's a coincidence..." Elder Feng said as he walked, looking a little proud. "Today, there are also my Feng family's children participating in the sword contest. It's still the genius with the best spiritual roots and the highest understanding in my Feng family."

"And his opponent is Taixu Sect, one of the eight major gates. Among the Taixu Sect, there is the sword genius Linghu Xiao, and... What I said before, the one who likes to play with low-level magic is talented but not virtuous. The leader of the formation, ink painting."

"Oh?" Elder Zhang's eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded, "If this is true, it would be worth the trip."

After saying that, he turned his head and warned to the Zhang family's children:

"I will bring you to the Qianxuezhou community to let you see this sword competition and see what this real genius competes like."

"You are a little talented in the clan, but in this vast nine provinces and the prosperous land of Qianxue, your qualifications are like fireflies in the sun, which is insignificant."

"There is heaven beyond the sky, and there are people beyond the sky."

"You must be humble, look good, and learn hard." His words were mainly for several talented foundation-building disciples in the Zhang family.

Zhang Lan from the Golden Dan Realm is not listed here.

But when Elder Zhang spoke, he glanced at Zhang Lan from the corner of his eyes, obviously also making a fool of himself, pointing out his fingers.

"Yes, Great Elder."

The children of the Zhang family bowed one after another.

Zhang Lan had a complicated expression and had to bow to others.

But when Zhang Lan suddenly felt expectant when he heard that the Feng family genius wanted to compete with that "Ink Painting", he also felt an inexplicable sense of tension.

The Qianxue Sword Contest is layered and huge.

At this time, the observation stage was full of monks.

Different monks have different stands.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Foreign monks, foreign aristocratic families and sects, local monks of Qianxue, as well as local aristocratic families, elders of various sects of Qianxue, disciples of sects, and even special VIP seats on the shelf, etc., all have their own areas.

There are crowds of people, but they are clearly divided.

The Feng family is a family of Xunzhou, which is considered an alien family, but it has close contacts with Xiaoyao Sect, and has inherited each other's martial arts and even communicated with each other's existence or non-existence. With this relationship, the Feng family has a specific viewing seat on the Mount of Lundao.

Elder Feng, General Zhang Da and his group led to the Feng family's seat, and everyone sat down one by one.

Elder Feng ordered people to serve melons, fruits, tea and water to entertain them thoroughly.

Elder Zhang thanked him, and then everyone sat peacefully, drinking tea and waiting for the sword contest to begin.

After three rounds of tea, suddenly a light flashed in the sky.

The square sky's paintings spread across the world, like a huge painting of colorful ink, slowly unfolding in front of everyone.

Everyone in the Zhang family looked up and was deeply shocked.

Such a huge spiritual weapon is truly the only one to see in your life.

After a while, various watercolors condensed above Fang Tian’s paintings, showing the situation of mountains and rivers, and the children of genius.

"here we go…"

Elder Feng said.

On Fang Tian’s painting, the situation changed drastically. The children of each sect fought each other according to different competition systems, fought against each other, fought against swords, intertwined sword lights, and magic shuttled through. Some monks also intersected their fists and feet, fighting to the point of collapse...

Different sects, different inheritances, different Taoism, and various geniuses jointly compiled a wonderful swordsmanship scroll.

Everyone in the Zhang family was in a daze and was amazed.

Elder Zhang couldn't help but sigh: "The Qianxuezhou community has really emerged with many talents..."

Elder Feng nodded and said:

"This is a sword discussion on Xuan's character. The disciples of the sect who can be promoted to such a match are no longer unknown people. They are also considered the "branch of the sects" among all sects."

"But these are just appetizers, and the next one is the real good show."

"Xiaoyao Sect, against Taixu Sect."

"My Feng family, the most talented disciple, will compete with the geniuses of Taixu Sect."

Elder Feng said with relief.

Elder Zhang nodded, looking more and more looking forward.

Zhang Lan, who was sitting behind him, became even more nervous without realizing it.

After that, the debate continues.

Elder Zhang and Elder Feng were still chatting.

But Zhang Lan was unintentionally listening, staring at the huge Fang Tian Huaying, waiting for the disciple to come out and verify his guess.

I don’t know how long I waited, but the sword contest on Fang Tian’s paintings was settled one by one.

The disciples who were discussing swordsmanship also left the stage one by one.

Finally, Fang Tian's paintings were blurred, the colorful ink was dizzy, and then the picture was reappeared, presenting another batch of swordsmanship.

It also showed the figures of another group of geniuses in the sect.

Elder Feng looked proud and pointed at a picture in it:

"Brother Dao, among the group of Xiaoyao disciples in white, the leader is my Feng family genius, Feng Zichen."

Elder Zhang followed what he expected and saw a young man in white standing with a sword, as elegant as the wind, with his sword eyebrows and starry eyes full of heroic and energetic spirit.

"A handsome young man, extraordinary." Elder Zhang sincerely exclaimed.

Elder Feng Youyan smiled and said modestly, "Brother Dao, it's an exaggeration."

And when the two of them were admiring the Feng family genius of Xiaoyao Sect.

Zhang Lan's eyes looked at the other side as if attracted by a magnet.

Looking at the strange and familiar face of the young man who was not tall but standing in the center of the five people, protected by his fellow disciples...

His eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and they are elegant and untainted by dust.

The eyes are like a deep pool, bright and deep.

He has a kind and cute temperament, a little calm, a little calm, and a little agility and cunning...

In an instant, Zhang Lan's scalp shook and his mood stirred like boiling water.

"Ink painting..."

The past events in Tongxian City are like tides, constantly surging in my heart.

When we first met, the quirky child who was lying in the restaurant, dressed in a simple and handsome manner, looked through the difficult book and almost couldn't get out of Taiwan...

The kid who drank and ate meat with me.

The little brat who accidentally broke into the Black Mountain Village and caused a lot of trouble.

That small formation master with amazing talent and helps the poor and the needy.

The two of them searched the mountains together, captured evil cultivators together, surrounded and suppressed bandit cultivators together, killed Diansi together... and even built a large formation to fight against the great demon...

Every bit of memories poured into my mind for a moment.

In these memories, the lively, cute, clever and weird figures overlapped and finally merged together with the figure of the handsome young man on the sky painting in front of him.

Ink painting.

Zhang Lan's chest was slightly suffocated and his heart was slightly sad.

He didn't expect that when he parted in Tongxiancheng, the ink painting that had not been seen for ten years would be seen again in this way.

Zhang Lan took a deep breath, a little unbelievable.

He pinched his thigh hard.

It hurts a lot.

Not dreaming...

Zhang Lan slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other hand, Elder Feng also began to mention ink painting:

"The strongest disciple of Taixu Sect opposite is the swordsman in front, Linghu laughs."

"Linghu Xiao, he was a sword genius who was rare in Chongxu Sect for hundreds of years. Later, the three sects merged and then merged into Taixu Sect, which was considered a bargain for Taixu Sect."

"And the shortest one behind Linghu Xiao is the 'ink painting' I mentioned before and Brother Dao..."

"This child is extremely intelligent and has extremely strong spiritual consciousness."

"The talent in the formation is even more high."

“How come…the reputation is very bad…”

Elder Zhang was puzzled, "Why is the reputation of being extremely poor?"

Elder Feng said, "He is a bad person and likes to tease people with low-level spells. He is also very sinister. He is accustomed to using tricks to cheat people and disgusting people with tricky spells."

"Talent is a little bit, but virtue is not visible."

"The worst thing is that this son prefers to use 'fireball technique' to kill people and humiliate others for fun..."

"This is actually happening..." Elder Zhang exclaimed, "This child is really shameless."

Zhang Lan: “…”

If it weren't for the lack of seniority and it was hard to speak casually, he would have to say a few words about Mo Hua and give him a cleansing innocence.

Can ink painting be such a person?

Ink painting him...

Zhang Lan was slightly stunned, fell into deep thought, and then fell into silence.

After thinking about it for a while, he found...

It seems like the ink painting...is that kind of person?

From his perspective, Mo Hua is obviously a good boy and a good boy, but sometimes he acts inappropriately, which is a bit of a headache.

But from the perspective of others, there is only a "headache".

At this time, it was obviously not only Elder Feng who said "bad words" in Mohua. Zhang Lan pricked up his ears and heard the monks around him, and was filled with righteous indignation:

"This ink painting is really despicable..."

"A hidden technique, how many games he has played? No one can take care of him?"

"Is it true that a good scholar is a swordsman, and the genius competes for the competition, but he is playing hide-and-seek. Is that true?"

"good!"

"It's a pity that until now, countless sect talents and young heroes have fallen into the hands of this despicable villain. It's really hateful!"

"Can he use fireball to explode my Fairy Lu's face?!"

"Come on, I will kill this monster with one sword. I will worship him as my elder brother on the spot."

"Brother, I'll worship him as my adoptive father..."

…

Zhang Lan looked silent, speechless for a while, but he was thinking in his heart:

In the future, why don’t you pretend to not know the ink painting?

And just at this moment, the disciples of both sides took their place and the sword contest began.

Elder Feng was looking forward to it: "Mo Hua is so hateful. Countless genius children have fallen into his hands before."

"But today is different. This is a complete task. It's a bad luck, Brother Zhang..."

Elder Feng looked at Elder Zhang with a generous tone:

"Today, let's see how my Feng family genius cut this son under the sword, winning the applause of the whole house, and everyone's hopes will come."

Elder Zhang nodded happily: "It's so good!"

Zhang Lan subconsciously shrank his body, closed his mouth tightly, and did not dare to say a word.

(End of this chapter)