In the bamboo building, Zhang Wenfeng's eyes reflected a trace of jumping flames, showing a little excitement. On the tip of his left index finger, there was a wisp of fire as faint as a bean, swaying slightly from side to side.
The middle of the fire was extremely thin cyan, the outside was an oval thin circle of green light, and the outside was white light.
The flames give people a fresh and vital feeling, but also a slightly cool feeling.
This is the Jiamu True Fire that he painstakingly spent six days pondering and cultivating. Currently, it does not have the power of real fire and can only be regarded as wood fire. According to the records of the practice, wood fire has the effects of burning, exorcising evil, and healing. , which is very different from the red fire cultivated by fire monks, and is an acquired fire.
He was very satisfied to be able to learn the Jiamu True Fire in such a short time. The rest of the time was to practice step by step, using Yuan Qi to condense and strengthen the Wood Fire every day until he could expel the little bit of witchcraft in his body and avoid leaving the root of hidden diseases. .
He never competes with a donkey in learning Dharma speed. That guy is inhuman in the first place.
Why bother to embarrass your own confidence!
He shook his fingers slightly, put away the flames at his fingertips, stood up and walked down the bamboo building.
The sky was a bit gloomy and it seemed like it was going to rain.
Zhang Wenfeng stepped on the pebbles by the stream and walked out of the forest.
A small pond measuring two feet square was built at the junction of the inner and second floors of the formation. A pier was built around the pond with stones. Two young apprentices carrying water were playing around the pond. When they saw the viewer, they quickly clasped their fists and saluted respectfully.
After more than two months of practice, thirty-six of the newly recruited apprentices of Xianling Temple have found the sense of Qi, including the young man He He who entered the mountain gate later, Wei Jingcheng and Shui Qingru who have no cultivation qualifications. No matter how hard they practice, It's still the same, and I can't find any sense of vitality.
Zhang Wenfeng strolled into the Qingzheng Villa. It was half an hour before dinner. It was the leisure time for the apprentices. Miscellaneous tasks such as carrying water, helping in the kitchen, and guarding the mountain gate were all arranged in shifts. Some were playing on the field, while others were reading transcripts in the library. travel stories.
In five days, the annual vacation will begin, and the apprentices are talking excitedly and looking forward to it in twos and threes.
Passing the practice rooms from the corridor, I heard the sound of hitting coming from one of them.
When I walked in, I saw the little girl Shui Qingru, who was dark and slim. She was holding a three-foot-long bamboo sword and practicing stabbing at the straw stakes tied with wheat straw. She took off her outer robe and folded it up. On the stool, he was wearing single clothes, with sweat on his neck.
Zhang Wenfeng stopped and looked at it for a while. The little girl's movements were standard and skillful. Her palms were facing up, and her arms were in a straight line with the sword. After eating for more than two months, the little girl's body was very strong and her face was rosy. Healthy, just still thin.
During the pause, Shui Qingru turned around and found that the viewer was watching. He quickly turned around and saluted with his sword.
"Shui Qingru, how many times have you practiced flat lunge today?"
"Return to the Master, seven hundred and fifty times."
"Well, I'm still fifty away from today's target of eight hundred times. I'm going to demonstrate a flat stabbing move. Watch carefully."
Zhang Wenfeng took off the bamboo sword hanging on the wall for teaching and stabbed it at another standing wooden stake. He moved slightly slowly, still three inches away from the wooden stake, and suddenly accelerated, "poof", the bamboo sword penetrated the thickness of his arm. wooden stake, and then quickly drew the sword, leaving a sword hole.
"Do you see it clearly? Pay attention to the feeling of the legs, waist, and physical strength transmitted to the arms and wrists, and the force reaches the tip of the sword. Practicing the sword is not only about practicing, but also stopping to think about it and pondering the truth."
It had been some time since he had given a demonstration.
This sword stabbing did not use Yuan Qi, but relied purely on physical strength.
Other apprentices who have found the sense of Qi have long been taught the corresponding basic sword techniques according to their respective attributes. When combined with practice, they can promote the circulation of Qi and blood. Shui Qingru and Wei Jingcheng can only practice the boring one-style flat thrust.
"Thank you, Master, for your guidance! Xiaoya can see clearly."
The little girl held her sword in her arms and saluted, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Every once in a while, she would have different feelings when watching the host demonstrate flat piercing, and she tried her best to remember it.
She doesn't think it's boring to practice the simplest move of flat thrust every day. She won't learn spear or other sword skills like Wei Jingcheng after practicing flat thrust. For her, being able to fill her stomach is the greatest happiness in the world.
Taoist priest Yue said that as long as she practices and studies hard, she can stay here forever.
Zhang Wenfeng nodded, hung the bamboo sword back up, and walked out of the practice room.
After walking around the Qingzheng Villa, we walked from the main entrance to the foot of the mountain. An apprentice ran up the gravel path to the east. He stood still and saluted, saying: "Master, there is an old man outside the mountain gate. He said he has something to ask for and wants to see you!"
After learning the rules for so long, the former mountain boy no longer knows how to call him "old man".
Zhang Wenfeng said "Thank you" and walked to the gate of the mountain. He saw old man Gu walking in front of the archway of the mountain gate. This old man once went up the mountain to ask him to cast a spell to save the ghost-ridden Youxi Gu Quan. He and Uncle Lame were old friends. .
"Uncle Gu, are you looking for me?"
Zhang Wenfeng felt strange and asked with his fists clasped. Normally, Old Man Gu was looking for Uncle Lame.
"Zhang Guanzhu, the old man is polite."
Old Man Gu bowed his hands, took off the gray cloth covering the bamboo basket on the ground, took out a wooden box, handed it to Zhang Guanzhu, and explained: "My eldest son, Gu Quan, left it for you. He left a book at home, saying that he was out wandering around. After all, alas, the older you get, the less worry you have. A man in his thirties has left his mother-in-law and children’s comfort zone to wander around."
Zhang Wenfeng heard that Gu Quan left the book and went out to pursue his adventures. He immediately realized that Gu Quan had awakened the memory of his previous life. He took the wooden box with both hands and asked, "Did he say where he went? When did he leave home?"
The surface of the wooden box was covered with a very faint Yuan Qi aura. Looking at it with spiritual eyes, the Yuan Qi fluctuations formed an unprecedented restriction. Through aura analysis, he speculated that Gu Quan's cultivation level had returned to the gradual decline state.
This is only a short time, more than three months.
He couldn't help but think of Liu Huier, the ghost in red who had been pestering Gu Quan III, the former golden elixir monk.
So, there is no doubt that Gu Quan was also a golden elixir cultivator three generations ago, but he didn't expect that Gu Quan would be able to awaken.
"He went out in the morning and didn't stay for lunch at noon. A letter floated down from the beams and landed at my feet. Old man, I knew a few words. I didn't realize it at the time. I opened the letter and took a look... Oh, what a sin. Ah, that traitor... I don’t know why he went crazy, he didn’t even say where he was going.”
Old Man Gu sighed, wiping his tears with his sleeves, and occasionally glanced at the wooden box in Guanzhu Zhang's hand.
I want to know the whereabouts of Gu Quan from Guanzhu Zhang.
He couldn't pry open the box before, so he just sent it over.
Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while and continued to ask: "After Gu Quan recovered from his illness, did anything unusual happen? Did he go out often?"
Old Man Gu frowned and said: "I didn't find anything unusual. After he got well, he stopped doing errands. He went out a lot in the past two months and hung out with those bad friends. His mother-in-law couldn't control it. After three or five days, It’s common to stay out of the house, and I don’t know who has ever heard of being bewitched by a thousand swords... Will he be entangled in dirty things again? "
The old man suddenly became nervous.
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head and said: "No." He said it with certainty.
Seeing the old man staring at the wooden box tightly and reluctant to leave, he filled his hand with Yuan Qi and wiped it on the surface of the wooden box.
There was a rough rubbing sound, and Zhang Wenfeng struggled to unlock the restraints. Zhang Wenfeng felt a little confused. Gu Quan seemed to know his cultivation level and set it just right. He opened the lid of the wooden box and found a piece of paper inside.
Old Man Gu stretched his neck to look. What disappointed him was a blank piece of paper with no words left on it.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced quickly, and wrote polite words on the paper using spells, thanking him for his help in exorcising ghosts that day. Before leaving, he prepared a gift as a reward, so don't shirk it, and so on.
After he read it for a moment, the spell writing disappeared.
Picking up the blank piece of paper, there was no writing on the back. Below it was an ancient book with forbidden words. There were five ancient seals on the cover, "Ling Lian Yijian Jue". Then he closed the wooden box and comforted: "Mr. Gu Uncle, don't be too impatient, give him some time to play, and maybe go back. This is his home, and he has his parents and brothers to care about him, so he can't go far."
Old Man Gu said "Hey" several times, his face full of disappointment, and he turned back.
The cold wind blew up a few strands of the old man's gray hair, and his hunched back looked even more desolate.
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head slightly. He didn't understand Gu Quan's idea of recovering his memory. It was impossible to let go of the involvement in this life. Walking away would not solve any problems, otherwise there would be inner demons at the critical moment.
Of course, that was someone else's family matter, and he didn't need to worry about it.
Gu Quan was able to advance to the Jianwei Realm so quickly because he had unlocked a hidden treasure arranged somewhere in his previous life. Otherwise, could there be an ancient sword book given to him to repay his original favor?
Perhaps even Liu Huier, the female ghost in red, turned into a ghost and struggled for three lifetimes without being able to achieve perfection, all because of Gu Quan's calculations?
Golden elixir monks who have lived for hundreds of years must not rely on common sense in order to survive the long period of the end of the Dharma and find a vague path.
Whether it is a good relationship or a bad relationship, who knows?
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