I spoke loudly: "The first great master in a hundred years of advancement...".Ь.
Zhang Junning jumped up and glared at me, his left face was white and the right was blue, his eyes were bloodshot, and his beard was raised angrily: "Set up my inner demon and destroy my Taoist heart. You have such a poisonous heart."
I pointed my finger and said calmly: "Then if you draw the dragon veins, your inner demons will be gone."
Zhang Junning snorted and said proudly: "That's natural!"
As he spoke, Zhang Junning raised his notebook with his left hand and held a carbon pen in his right hand, with an impassioned expression on his face: "I will surrender the mountain and water dragons."
After a pause, Zhang Junning said in a manly voice: "Feng Shui is good, Xiao Daoer."
After saying the most cruel words, Zhang Junning drew another picture of the bear's peak and the dragon's veins in front of me.
As the youngest person in the Qi Refining Stage after the Forty-nine Heavenly Tribulation, and a master of dragon cultivation that even Tianjian Zheng wants to recruit, Zhang Junning's control over Feng Shui Kanyu goes without saying.
In the eyes of real people who believe that everything in China originated from Taoism, Feng Shui has always been a childish thing.
The dragon vein pictures painted by Zhang Junning are very organized. The dragon veins in front of and behind Gouxiong Peak Mountain, regardless of light or dark, landscape, or size, were picked out and displayed on the paper one by one under his pen, gradually coming to life.
Zhang Junning's dragon painting went very smoothly, and even the large and small dragon caves were clearly marked.
Every Taoist master is a master who combines mountain doctors and divination into one body.
This is definitely not a boast 1
However, this success came to an abrupt end only halfway.
When the entire Gou Xiong Peak and all the mountains, dragons, and water dragons that he could see were painted, Zhang Junning just froze on the spot, staring blankly at the direction of the earthquake, his eyelids twitching rapidly but he had nowhere to write.
The proud beard lost its strength and turned into a pot of paste.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay. My hands are cold."
"Aren't you mesmerized by the majestic rivers and mountains of the motherland?"
"I just have cold hands! My eyes are straight!"
"It shouldn't be difficult for Master Jun Ningzi to make a mere thirty little dragons."
"Of course."
"Master Jun Ningzi, are your hands shaking?"
"It's windy here. It's normal for your hands to shake.".Ь.
"Gangjun Ningzi, the real person, cut off a lot of beards?"
"Nonsense! It was obviously frozen!"
"There's something you don't know whether to say or not?"
"But it doesn't matter!"
"Master Jun Ningzi, please hurry up. It's getting dark."
Zhang Junning looked up at the sky with a majestic and righteous look on his face: "The important thing is not the darkness of the sky, but the straightening of the dragon veins of Qingnan Qianlong. This place can be called a blessed place in the cave, and its spiritual energy is the best in the world. I should make great plans to open an altar and build a temple here." ..."
I interrupted softly: "It's getting dark."
Zhang Junning turned his head angrily and looked at me and said in a deep voice: "There are thirty dragon veins gathered here. It is so mysterious that it is rare in my life..."
I closed my eyelids and said indifferently: "It's getting dark."
Suddenly Zhang Junning's brows stood up, his lips twitched fiercely and he yelled angrily: "I know! Let me smooth over it again!"
I rolled my eyelids and touched my face and spoke softly: "It's just a good Feng Shui, Xiao Dao'er."
Zhang Junning's face turned blue and he snorted coldly, turning around without looking at me or responding, as if he was very angry.
But the hand holding the pen was shaking even more.
Snap!
A sound!
Zhang Junning silently raised the carbon pen: "The pen is broken!"
"Come back tomorrow to find out!"
With that said, Zhang Junning turned to leave.
I took out a golden pen with my backhand and said, "Don't be in a hurry. Draw slowly."
In an instant, Zhang Junning's eyes froze, his face was embarrassed, his breathing was rapid, and he said in a deep voice for a while: "It's getting dark."
"Those who practice Taoism should persevere.
Zhang Junning's eyes were staring straight at the pen that was very close at hand, as if he was looking at Optimus Prime. He didn't have the courage to take it, let alone
Dare you look at me.
I turned my head away from Zhang Junning and took out a large number of Yuanmen Xianji pens from my bag.
Zhang Junning went crazy in an instant.
My eyelids drooped and I whispered, "Feng Shui Kanyu, Xiao Dao'er."
Zhang Junning's breathing became heavier, the muscles under the corners of his eyes twitched rhythmically, and his thick down jacket sizzled, looking like he was about to lose his strength.
The bearded cabbage standing next to him couldn't help holding his stomach and burst into laughter.
Even Xiong Jun, who has always been serious about his words, showed a rare smile.
I have seen too much of genius and been exposed to too much, and I have never cared about it.
Even if it is a monster-level genius, I am not surprised at all.
My classmates are all monsters!
The students I accept are even more monsters than monsters.
In order to prevent China's youngest great master in a hundred years from being destroyed in my hands, I finally stopped attacking Zhang Junning.
Unscrew the pen and complete Zhang Junning's unfinished dragon vein diagram in the notebook.
Chasing the dragon on foot is the stupidest, most primitive and most effective method.
The moment I reached Gouxiong Peak, I had already imprinted dozens of dragon veins around it in my mind.
The reason for taking notes is to leave a record for future generations.
Slowly, Zhang Junning came closer to me, deliberately keeping a distance of two meters, and couldn't stop glancing at the notebook.
At one glance, Zhang Junning couldn't help shouting: "Did you just say that there are thirty dragon veins here?"
I responded calmly: "You said so yourself."
Zhang Junning became anxious all of a sudden: "I did what you said."
"Do you believe what I said? You don't have eyes yourself?"
Zhang Junning stood stunned on the spot, his mouth was trembling, his eyes were distracted, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and he was about to faint.
The Himalayan Nanqianlong traveled six thousand miles from the plateau all the way south, collecting all the dragon veins on the plateau along the way. When it reached the Gou Xiong Peak, it suddenly made a sharp turn of 270 degrees.
A total of eleven unique large dragon veins converge on Gouxiong Peak and merge into Nanqianlong, bringing their own different vitality and atmosphere, and also creating the magic of Gouxiong Peak's towering creation.
In addition to the Gou Xiong Peak, the geographical wonders where many dragons gather together include the Qinling Mountains.
