He stuffed a bunch of keys on the firewood stove in the kitchen and covered it with an old bowl. He might be participating in a fight here, so it was better to travel lightly. He grabbed a bamboo hat hanging on the wall and put it on his head, and hurriedly walked with Fu Gujing. Flying down the mountain.
After crossing the official road, the two of them ran towards the southwest path.
Zhang Wenfeng traveled with his master and was familiar with the famous Taoist Temple in Xiling County.
This was the first time he heard about the Shengzhi Temple in Jiming Mountain.
In broad daylight, the two of them used Qing Kung on their way without worrying about shocking the world. There will be many Qing Kung in the rivers and lakes. As long as they don't hit pedestrians and don't use it in crowded places in the city or town, it will be fine.
Zhang Wenfeng exerted all his strength and could barely keep up with Fu Gujing's speed.
Fu Gujing deliberately slowed down a little, and gave some tips on how to use Yuan Qi to increase speed.
There is a big difference between having someone give you guidance and trying it out on your own.
After Zhang Wenfeng ran for twenty miles, he mastered the skills and his speed increased significantly. Fu Gujing saw that Ruzi could be taught, and gave some tips on how Yuan Qi could use sword skills, fists and kicks in actual combat.
He was about to face a fierce fight, and he was afraid that he would not be able to take care of this brave Taoist friend Zhang.
You can teach as much as you want, and how much you can understand depends on your personal understanding.
What Zhang Wenfeng lacked was these experience methods of using Yuan Qi. Although he could figure it out, it would take time to accumulate it. Master Xuanmu's book of techniques was not so detailed as to cover everything in detail.
By the time he arrived near Jiming Mountain, he had gained a lot and was able to exert some wonderful effects of Yuan Qi in his body.
I also learned to adjust my breath and breathe while driving on the roadside, and use my energy to replenish the loss of energy on the way.
"Who is it? Stop..."
Two men in well-dressed clothes flashed out from behind the rocks at the foot of the mountain, holding swords on guard and scolding the two figures who came at extremely fast speeds.
"It's me, Fu Gujing. Where are Dean Wu and the others?"
Fu Gujing stopped and heard the faint sounds of fighting coming from above. There was no need to ask any more questions. Principal Wu and the others got in touch with the thieves and said, "You guys stay below and make sure the fish that slip through the net don't get away. "
Before he finished speaking, he and Zhang Wenfeng had turned into two black shadows and jumped up the mountain.
"Hang the temporary jade sign of Daolu Branch on your waist. All the people with the black iron sign on the left waist are our own."
Fu Gujing did not look back. She confessed and suddenly turned to the west side of the mountain, saying: "Come this way. The fighting is fierce in the back mountain direction. It seems that this group of thieves is quite powerful. Don't hold back later."
Zhang Wenfeng ran as fast as he could while hanging the white jade sign on the left side of his waist.
He had already drawn his sword in his hand and landed a few feet behind Fu Gujing. Without saying a word, he swung his sword to cut off the sweeping branches and vines while leaping forward. He also had to avoid the clumps of trees, which slowed down his speed slightly.
Hearing the sounds of roars, screams, and clashing weapons, he noticed that the blood and anger in his body were gradually rising. He wanted to rush forward and fight, and he was busy reciting the Qingxin Jue in his heart.
After doing it again, my mind felt calm, my whole person became extremely calm, and my perception seemed to be sharper.
He continued to recite sutras and maintained this state when he needed to fight.
Eliminating evil is promoting good, and cultivating the mind is practice.
Blessings are immeasurable!
Fu Gujing's speed suddenly increased, and he darted more than ten feet out from between the trees, intercepting a middle-aged Taoist priest with disheveled hair rushing down the back mountain.
"Ding-dang" sounded three times, and several moves were exchanged in an instant. A sword pierced the left chest of the middle-aged Taoist priest whose face was frightened and his retreat was blocked by a thick tree. The attack was merciless.
Without pausing, he leaped with his feet like flying, chasing a skinny old man who saw the situation was bad and circled sideways to the south.
Zhang Wenfeng arrived and saw the middle-aged Taoist priest slowly sitting down against the tree trunk, his eyes were unfocused, and blood was gushing from his chest. He was obviously not alive. He turned a blind eye, his eyes did not waver at all, and he stabbed diagonally into the forest of rocks below.
He couldn't catch up with Fu Gujing's speed. Seeing that the skinny old man was nimble and brisk in running and leaping, not a little slower than Fu Gujing, he was sure that the other person was a Huaqi Realm monk. He judged that the old man must fight his way down the mountain to escape. .
He was one step ahead and should be able to help. Hearing the shouts of fighting on the mountain, they were spreading in all directions and turned into a pursuit.
The Daolu branch won a complete victory, and the thieves collapsed.
Paying attention to the movements diagonally above him from the corner of his eye, he ran down, his speed increasing a lot.
Suddenly hearing a "bang" sound, the skinny old man threw out a cloud of dark green mist with his backhand, blocking Fu Gujing who was pursuing him. Fu Gujing dodged downwards, waiting to catch up to the edge of the poisonous mist. The humanoid black shadow jumped out of the green mist that exploded.
The sound of ghosts crying and wailing could be heard, and the nearby forest suddenly felt cold and gloomy.
"The evil talisman!"
Fu Gujing was forced to slow down, his sword light shimmered slightly, and he stabbed the low-level talisman evil ghost blocking his way several times with his sword.
This is an evil method that uses evil magic and soul sacrifice to refine evil spirits, and then uses paper figures to carry them, which can be used during the day.
I don’t know how many innocent lives have been killed due to crooked ways.
By the time he killed the two evil ghosts and escaped from the spreading poisonous mist, he had been hindered for three breaths or two. The skinny old man had already taken the opportunity to turn and run down the mountain. Fu Gujing hurriedly shouted: "Be careful!"
He hurried forward and took out a talisman from his pocket with his left hand.
With Zhang Daoyou's unfamiliarity with the use of Yuan Qi, he could not stop the evil old man from making a few moves.
The skinny old man held a dark thin sword and shouted: "Death!"
A mere fledgling in the early stage of Huaqi Realm dared to block his way, and he didn't know whether to live or die.
He swung his sword to chop, but a few feet away he heard strong wind piercing the air, and black sword light carrying evil energy came from above.
At the same time, Zhang Wenfeng raised his left palm, revealing the bronze Bagua mirror. He chanted the incantation in his mouth and shouted: "Go!"
A thin red light shot towards the eyes of the startled skinny old man, much faster than the sword light.
He was afraid that it was not powerful enough, so he poured most of his Yuan Qi into the mirror.
After completing the sneak attack, he ignored the raccoon walking and the effect of his deliberate attack. Like a civet, he pounced on the dark brown rock protruding from the ground on the right side that he had observed. He used his hands and feet together to form two raccoons. Roll, change direction and escape.
Do your best to obey destiny.
He would definitely not do anything stupid like hitting an egg against a rock.
"Crack... bang bang", there was a continuous sound of hitting, gravel flew everywhere, and trees broke and fell down the slope.
The skinny old man was so angry that he didn't expect that due to his carelessness, he would be plotted against by the junior who was pretending to be a pig.
He had planned the follow-up attack with a slashing sword, and used enough force.
Without preventing him from escaping, he ensured that the two swords could seriously injure the young man in his way without being able to kill him, so that the stronger opponent behind him who was slightly better than him would have to stop and rescue him, creating conditions for him to escape smoothly.
He didn't expect such an unexpected turn of events to occur. In his haste, he didn't have time to use magic to protect himself. He only had time to close his eyes and subconsciously move his head to the left.
The soul-transforming light inspired by spells and Yuan Qi was originally somewhat effective against low-level ghosts.
At this moment, the peripheral vision pierced his eyes, from the corner of his eye to the edge of his temple, and his skin stung a little.
This is nothing. As the saying goes, there is no room for half a grain of sand in the eye.
No matter how weak the magical light was, it pierced into the eyes, causing the old man to burst into tears and his vision became blurry.
When he was running for his life, his body was unbalanced. His feet staggered and he almost tripped over the rough rocks. He was extremely angry and slashed at the direction of the kid with the black sword in his right hand.
I wish I could tear out that insidious boy's muscles and bones, dig out his soul and light up a sky lantern.
It's too gloomy on a dog's day, much more gloomy than throwing lime on the rivers and lakes.
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