Yue Anyan was unjustly given the loss of two crystal sands. She was such a rule-abiding Kun Dao that she would not participate in Yun Qiuhe's one-sided bet.
Hanging from his waist was a small, fist-sized green bamboo woven basket, with a silver-threaded knife beetle coiled around a small sparkling water-soft spar, squatting motionless in the grass nest, as if it had fallen into hibernation.
"The world is going downhill, people you meet are not kind, you make careless friends, and you know people badly!"
In response to Yue Anyan's casual sigh, Yun Qiuhe tossed two crystal sands with a smile and said: "Yue Anyan, how about we make another bet, if you still have one crystal sand left, you might as well lose it to me. "
She "won" the bet and generously gave the soft crystal to Yue Anyan as a favor.
The love between sisters is deep, it is just a gift, no money is allowed.
Yue Anyan looked at the temple leader who was drinking tea and suggested: "Our Taoist temple is too small to accommodate Master Yun. Otherwise, we should fire her Taoist priest. Anyway, she doesn't teach seriously, so she just takes the apprentices with her." They were fooling around."
Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, smiled and shook his head: "We have fired Yunshangren. Half of our Taoist apprentices may run away tomorrow."
Yun Qiuhe laughed loudly, feeling even better than if he had defeated Yue Anyan. The viewer knew how to talk.
Yue Anyan had no choice but to admit defeat.
After dinner, we sent away Yunshangren who was reluctant to go back.
The three teaching masters led a group of apprentices with completely different spiritual outlooks to the mountain to chant sutras and cultivate their minds, and then finished their evening classes.
There is a new moon in the night sky, and the three of them are sitting in the West Palace Tea Room, chatting and talking about things.
Zhang Wenfeng briefly talked about his thoughts and feelings on this four-day retreat, which he summarized in just four words:
The mind is calm and clear!
He can only provide some reference in an understatement. How to practice is all based on personal accumulation of insights.
The next morning, Zhang Wenfeng walked alone on the mountain path along the winding stream.
The sun came out, slanting through the branches, shining beautifully on the body.
The winter fog is thin and permeates the woods, intertwining with the shadows of the trees in the morning sun, forming light paths of different depths.
In the shade of the gully slope, there is still unmelted snow, and birds are sitting on the branches or bushes, chirping.
The peaceful and wild scenery is like a picture scroll, and the birds are not surprised when people come.
Zhang Wenfeng felt very relaxed physically and mentally, enjoying the cool morning breeze.
He was not in a hurry, he was in a good mood, and everything he saw was beautiful scenery that could be used in poetry.
There was a rough man dressed as a hunter in front of him, with his back to his direction. He was standing on the rocks by the stream, squatting and drinking water. There were hunting forks, hunting bows and a hanging strip of pheasants, hares and other prey beside him. The sound of water was flowing. .
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly stopped.
He had no hunting experience, so he couldn't see anything wrong from a distance of twenty or thirty feet.
There was no trace of a monk's aura on that Orion, and he looked at most like a martial artist in the early stages of the Houtian realm.
However, no matter how well he disguised himself, the "incense and copper coins" tied around his right wrist kept vibrating to warn that a black witch had appeared within thirty feet.
He used his spiritual eyes to look at Qi and scanned everywhere around him, holding the hilt of his sword on guard.
No matter how many cards you have, never underestimate every danger you encounter at the expense of your wealth and life.
He had just touched the cloth bag at his waist with his left hand, and before he took out the warning fireworks, the hunter who was drinking water was already holding a hunting fork, stepping on the rock, and "bang", his whole body rose into the air.
The water stains on his beard were scattered everywhere. The sturdy man turned around in the air, shouted "Go", rounded his arms, and the hunting fork in his hand turned into a fierce cold light, roaring and breaking the peace and tranquility of the mountain forest.
Twenty or thirty distance away, they arrived in an instant.
Zhang Wenfeng's heart was palpitating. The person who ambushed and attacked him was a second-level shaman warrior.
He drew his sword and stepped back to the side, not daring to swing his sword directly to block the hunting fork that shot out a stream of sparks in the air and left only an afterimage.
The force and speed of this blow were beyond imagination.
He knew without trying that he couldn't stop it with his sword skills! Instead, you will fall into passivity.
I don't know where the flaw was. A few days ago, he killed the witch cultivator to end the battle. He used the method Zhong Wenyong taught him to carefully check his whole body, and found no "witchcraft mark" left on him.
In the scene before him, it was clear that the other party had grasped his movements and deliberately intercepted him in advance.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a temporary encounter.
Without hesitation, he used the magical power of "Blue Light Reflection Curse". As he silently recited the scriptures, the panic caused by the opponent's momentum, murderous intent, and hunting fork lock instantly calmed him down, and the whole person fell into an exceptionally calm state.
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He felt himself retreating behind a thick tree with a bowl mouth. The moment he turned the corner with the cold light, the blade of the sword in his hand clanked.
"Clang", the arm shook violently, and the green bamboo sword swung away.
He seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and he quickly walked backwards with small steps to avoid protruding rocks and obstructing shrubs on the ground, to resolve the impact of the huge collision with the hunting fork on him.
The second-level shaman warrior is so powerful.
He didn't have time to take out the fireworks to announce the news. The man shouted loudly and followed him like a shadow. He stretched out his hand to pick up the hunting fork that he had deflected and broke the tree. He waved his hand unreasonably and smashed the hunting fork horizontally with several "bang bang clicks". With continuous sounds, several tree trunks broke, and they all crashed down in the direction of his retreat.
A large piece of the messy tree trunk fell down, seriously affecting the escape speed of Zhang Wenfeng, who could not fly.
He raised his left arm and calmly shouted at the strong sorcerer warrior who jumped from the air: "Stab!"
The "Hundred Turns and Thousands of Returns Curse" magical power was used after the scriptures were recited. Countless green lights turned into spikes and shot from several directions. Seeing the cold disdain in the strong man's eyes, he poured Yuan Qi into the law enforcement guard bound to his left hand. Wristband.
Three wooden thorns that kill evil "chirp" shoot out and are mixed among the green thorns.
He used his left hand to wipe the black cloth bag again, and scattered a handful of bean sprouts mixed with thorns and wire vines around.
In just a short moment, he was forced to use all his methods, but there was no chance to seize the opportunity to launch the fireworks.
He swung his sword and dashed left and right through the gaps between the fallen trees, escaping extremely fast.
The man ignored the astonishing number of green thorns and slapped two of the evil-killing thorns away with a slap, and charged forward. All close attacks were deflected away by the invisible protection around him.
"Bang bang bang", the green light looked spectacular, but it did not stop the man for a moment.
The difference in strength was too big. Even if he could use his magical power without being noticed, it would not be able to stop him from breaking through ten chapters with one force. Zhang Wenfeng kept running backwards and ran away, not daring to pause. His thinking and reaction were three points better than usual.
The stout man broke through three layers of green thorns in succession, and his figure suddenly rose above the top of the tree. He flew down from a high position, trying to solve the problem with one strike. The man suddenly turned around in the air and swatted at a flash of dark red cold light with his left hand.
The cold light flashed away from his palm by more than a foot, and then flashed upwards, then circled around and hit the strong man's neck from the side.
Light as if nothing, agile as a whirlwind.
"Flying sword!"
The strong man didn't dare to neglect, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed it suddenly, and the cold light was as slippery as a living thing, passing by in advance.
Zhang Wenfeng finally got a chance to breathe, and quickly took out the fireworks and threw them into the air. With three loud noises, the wild animals in the nearby mountains and forests for several miles were frightened and scattered. He felt relieved and jumped into the forest with many trees. go.
As long as we hold on for a moment longer, rescue in the city will arrive.
He didn't dare to let the man get close at all. No matter how good his swordsmanship was, he still had no confidence to block the second-level wizard's punch. He could only use the flying sword pressed at the bottom of the box and control the circling harassment with his spiritual consciousness, trying to delay as much time as possible.
The strong man turned around in anger, took out the hunting fork again, and threw it hard at the Taoist priest twenty feet away.
He didn't expect that a little Taoist priest in the Transformation Realm would find a new way to practice flying swords. They were extremely sharp and powerful. He had to concentrate on guarding against the silent and small flying swords.
The hunting fork turned into a stream of flames, breaking through all the trees and trees blocking the road.
The trees smashed down, making an overwhelming sound, as they rushed towards the fleeing Zhang Wenfeng. Among them, the sharp cold light emitted by the hunting fork was the most deadly.
Zhang Wenfeng was extremely calm, flashing from side to side.
On the edge of life and death, running like a cat among the trees.
The more critical the moment, the less panicked he must be. At this time, he was in the "quiet" state of mind of casting the "Blue Light Covering Curse". He didn't know how long he could control it. This was the first time he used it, and his spiritual consciousness and perception Strength is stimulated to the maximum.
He was doing three things at once, controlling the Taomu Xiaojian to stay close to the man who was chasing after him.
He took the time to throw a talisman into the air with his backhand.
The wooden thorn talisman, the transparent talisman, and the thunder talisman all exploded in the sky above the forest like a goddess scattering flowers.
The light was dazzling, not just one, but three small suns suddenly lit up at the same time, illuminating the area fifty feet away with a blazing white light. The lightning was like sharp arrows swimming around a snake, and it instantly wrapped around a snake, shielding its face with its hands and swooping down. The shaman warrior man.
Thunder and lightning flashed, crackling and exploding.
The wooden thorn talisman is an addition that disturbs the breath and increases the disturbance, and the sharp whistling sound is constant.
A dark red cold light flashed in the blazing white, turned a corner, and struck from behind, as light as a breeze, to the vital part of the back of the man's neck where he was distracted.
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