Zhang Wen!
The white-robed scholar stepped leisurely out from behind the tree, with a gentle smile on his lips, a familiar tone and a natural attitude, as if an old friend who had not seen him for many years was reunited after a long absence, sighing.
Although Lingchu had already made some assumptions in his mind, seeing that he was indeed the only so-called Taoist friend he had met in the past few days, the bright eyes on Ruyu's face narrowed slightly and he said, "Young Taoist Zhang."
Zhang Wen walked out casually, with the golden flying swords gliding around him. He seemed to be sighing with emotion. Zhang Wen said, "You know, fellow Taoist, when I first meet my fellow Taoist, it's hard to keep my Taoist heart."
"What does it have to do with me?" Lingchu smiled softly, as warm as the morning sun, and his words were innocent and ruthless.
Your Taoist heart is in you, whether you can keep it or not is none of my business.
"I can't tell that fellow Taoist is actually a heartless person." Zhang Wen looked sad, as if he was extremely sad.
Lingchu sneered and said, "Uncle, I never expected that not only is your Taoist heart not very good, but your mouth is not good either."
Can you speak? If you can't speak, just shut up.
"The Taoist cultivation method practiced by my fellow Taoist must be excellent. Why don't you lend it to me to learn about it? You can also avoid this life-and-death disaster." Zhang Wen really never expected that Lingchu would call him uncle. , although based on his actual age, he can indeed be regarded as Lingchu's uncle, but most monks are too old and look much younger than their actual age. No one has ever called him uncle.
A monastic method? "Qing Yi Jing"?
Not to mention whether Lingchu wanted to hand it over or not, when she obtained this method, it was automatically in her mind with a tap of a finger from an experienced Taoist. How could she give it to her?
Write it down silently?
What's more, Zhang Wen's behavior was something Lingchu didn't want to give.
"Zhang Daoyou, I don't want to give it. Besides, I can't tell whose life or death will happen."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lingchu took action without hesitation, and several thousand-leaf flying flowers crisscrossed Zhang Wen's body like a broken bamboo.
wrong! Stopping the thought of detonating Qianye Feihua, Lingchu looked at the white-robed Zhang Wen in front of him whose body was scratched by Qianye Feihua. There was not a drop of blood splashing out from the eyebrows, throat and heart that were penetrated, but it was like a piece of foam. The hole was slowly patched up again.
Not a real person!
Lingchu realized this instantly.
Zhang Wen laughed loudly from all around, "Don't you think it's strange, Fellow Daoist? I would talk so much to Fellow Daoist? I've already set up a formation here, and Fellow Daoist can't escape even with his wings."
"It can only mean that you are only sure of trapping me, but not sure of killing me. Why should I be surprised and worried." Lingchu's eyebrows were calm, and he suddenly grasped the key point.
Zhang Wen dared to talk nonsense with Lingchu, so he naturally had something to rely on. He was confident that Lingchu would not escape, but it also showed that Zhang Wen lacked the means to kill Lingchu with one blow.
That shows that the outcome is still 50-50, so why should she be afraid?
Zhang Wen, who was hiding behind the formation, was obviously shocked by Lingchu's reaction speed. After a few breaths, he said, "I really admire you for your Taoist friend's strong Taoist heart at such a young age."
It's just a pity, this is the world of cultivation, monks practice Taoism, they only strive for you.
I don’t know if it was Lingchu’s indifference that gave Zhang Wen the idea of talking in admiration. Anyway, Zhang Wen was confident that Lingchu could not break the formation he had worked so hard to obtain. How old are you this year? Thirty-seven."
Zhang Wen's tone revealed a hint of envy and a hint of sadness.
Lingchu did not interrupt Zhang Wen's words, thinking secretly in his heart that next year, he would be thirty-eight.
"When I was twelve years old, I accidentally rescued a casual cultivator and obtained a book on how to open pulses. Nine out of ten of my family's wealth was lost. I searched for precious medicines and rare treasures from all over the world. It took me six years to open my pulses. Cunzhen can absorb the spirit into the body. Later, he relied on the low-grade qi training method that he bought with a lot of money and struggled to practice step by step. It has been nineteen years. By next year, it will be twenty years. Mortals can live longer than 100 years. Life is one-fifth, and thanks to chance encounters, I managed to reach the seventh level of Qi training."
Speaking of this, Zhang Wen's tone obviously improved a lot, "It took me three years to break through the seventh level of Qi training. In terms of doubling the realm, I broke through the eighth level in six years, the ninth level in twelve years, and another two years." Ten years, twenty years from now, I should be sixty. The Immortal Sect once told the world that monks break through Qi training and reach the best age for foundation building before forty. After forty, the turbid spiritual energy in the body gradually When I was born, my internal organs began to decline, and my energy and spirit were unable to reach their peak, and the opportunity to build a foundation was cut off in half. My lifespan is not long enough, and my qualifications are not obvious. The only thing that can help me is the superior cultivation method!"
Cultivating Taoism, being a wealthy couple, the only thing he can pursue at the moment is the visible Dharma, right in front of him.
A high-quality teaching method is enough to make up for half of the foundation-building road that was cut off after forty.
He doesn't want to miss it, and he can't miss it.
Foundation building is the next level of qi training, and it is also the real door to the path of spiritual cultivation. Without foundation building, although qi training monks are strong and immune to all diseases, they are still like ordinary people and need whole grains, food, drink and diarrhea. If you sleep, your life span will not last more than a hundred years.
Only when you reach the foundation building stage can you truly live without grains and achieve the so-called eating of morning dew and clouds, and your lifespan can reach 200.
"The ninth level of Qi training? Isn't it the twelfth level?" Since he was already being targeted, Lingchu didn't deliberately avoid any questions that might expose his lack of common sense and asked directly.
What a great person to answer questions.
Zhang Wen chuckled and said, "This is the reason why I am sure that my fellow Taoist method is a superior method. Generally speaking, the Qi training period is indeed only nine levels. After Qi training monks reach the ninth level, they can choose to break through. But in fact, there are still the last three levels. Although it takes a lot more time for monks who practice to the twelfth level and then break through, once such monks break through the foundation building, the early stage of foundation building is enough to rival the mid-stage foundation building that breaks through the ninth floor. Monk, however, this kind of method must be of the highest quality, and the best skills are rare among immortal sects."
When the two were discussing their cultivation experiences that day, Zhang Wen lamented how difficult it was to break through the ninth level, and Lingchu casually added that it was even more difficult to break through the twelfth level.
Unexpectedly, with just such a sentence, he missed the point.
"Fellow Taoist is in the ordinary world, but his cultivation level is so high. It's nothing more than qualifications and methods. As soon as he came out of the twelfth floor that day, I understood it clearly." Zhang Wen was in a particularly good mood when he thought about the high-quality methods he was about to get. , I don’t mind teaching Lingchu a few words.
"Why aren't you worried about my uncle?" Lingchu was sure that no one was following her when she returned to Fuchun Tower.
"Fellow Taoist is really naive. I will teach you a few words. Monks have many strange and strange methods. There are ghost cultivators who can drive invisible souls, there are insect cultivators who can control insects and ants, and those who have treasures can spy from the air. I'm just here. There is a spirit insect who can eavesdrop on you." Zhang Wen has been a casual cultivator for more than twenty years, and he has indeed heard and known much more than Lingchu.
Lingchu actually wanted to ask about the formation, but unfortunately, she knew it without asking. It was impossible to tell Lingchu what the formation that trapped her was and what its principles were.
What a pity. I wonder if this formation will still be around after a while.
Lingchu raised his head and showed a big smile. He spent most of his spiritual power to condense dozens of green lotus and blue-leaf thousand-leaf flying flowers, which flew towards Lingchu in all directions. With a bang, they turned into a rain of flowers all over the sky and fell to the ground. above.
She didn't know how to break the formation, but she knew that the formation required formation disks and formation flags. The formation disks were not clear, but the formation flags needed to be buried on the ground. Zhang Wen's formation could not cover the entire mountain forest. Ten meters is good.
In this case, within thirty meters, every one meter, in the four directions of southeast, northwest, everything will be blown up for me!
