As dusk fell, two people and one donkey set off from the base. They would patrol along the southeast direction to the southwest without getting too close to the Guizailing area.
The monks who went out flew back to the base one after another from many directions, and the monks who took over the night mission flew away in twos and threes.
Occasionally, when I meet an acquaintance, I stop to say hello, and then everyone goes about their own business.
The donkey landed more than ten feet behind the two of them. It stood on tiptoe and was cautious, not sparing its demonic consciousness, observing any signs of movement within a few feet of it. Naturally, it could not go any faster.
Zhang Wenfeng, who was flying in the air, could understand the donkey's mood. Although the donkey was no longer afraid of ghosts, he was still not very courageous.
The sky was completely dark, and the two of them and the other kept silent, and were alert as they walked forward into the night.
From time to time in the wilderness, there are strange sounds of beasts and night owls, cold winds, rustling grass and trees, and the atmosphere is a bit scary. Of course, it will not affect the temporary ghost errands and the women who want to kill ghosts and perform meritorious deeds.
The poor donkey was jumping around, and the grass and trees were surrounded by soldiers and suspicious people.
It has chosen its own path to travel through the world, and it has to complete it even if it is dancing. No one can blame it.
More than half an hour passed, and the donkey slowly relaxed and resumed running on all four hooves. Suddenly, its feet stopped, and a silver lightning hit a short tree with a "thunder". With half a ghostly cry, a group of people hid in the tree. The dark shadows among the leaves turned into ashes.
"The little spy sent by Guiziling."
Yun Qiuhe checked around and found no other abnormalities. He said to the donkey below: "Let's go, it's not very dangerous."
They patrolled several circles throughout the night. Except for the donkey killing several hidden ghosts, no two people in the air had a chance to make a move. The donkey's reaction speed was too fast. He killed ghosts when he encountered them, and used thunder skills without thinking.
The two of them also enjoyed their leisure time, with little merit, nothing to record, and it was over before they had time to activate the token.
Along the way, they met several monks on missions. The two sides glanced at the sword-shaped tokens on each other's waists, and made a tacit agreement not to say hello or make contact, and to go their separate ways.
At dawn, the two of them and one donkey returned safely, had breakfast, and went back to the cave to adjust their breath and sleep.
Zhang Wenfeng woke up in the middle of the afternoon, washed himself briefly, chanted sutras and did his homework.
It is not convenient to go out, so I can only make up for it when I have free time, then practice swordsmanship, draw runes, and pour Yuan Qi into the dark green magic plate in my arms. After finishing many things, eat some dry food to fill my stomach, and then open the door. go out.
The donkey wandered off somewhere, and the trough was empty.
That thing has four long legs and likes to wander around. You can't lose it anyway, so just let it play.
Returning to the secret room and walking around slowly, he took out a jade box from the storage space and took out the magic wood bead inside. The room was suddenly filled with green, this bead was so dazzling.
Staring at the misty clouds inside the beads, I felt dizzy after a moment.
Silently looking inwards at the first line of the Ancient Scroll of the Sea of Consciousness, as the invisible golden light washed away like water, the slight discomfort disappeared immediately.
After such a long time, he never had the time or thought to study the magic wood beads carefully.
Now that he has advanced to the Jianwei realm, he has the strength and time to try to refine the bead. Even if it fails, it doesn't matter. He didn't break the bead with his flying sword. It should not be damaged if the refining fails. If he can succeed, he can There are many magic weapons and methods.
Holding the Cleansing Wugou Jue with both hands, he drove in the beads one by one.
After a while, the beads bloomed with bright and dim green light, and the lights and shadows on the surrounding stone walls and on the top were constantly changing, strange and strange, and occasionally there was the sound of wind and cranes. Zhang Wenfeng, who was silently reciting the scriptures, was immune to all kinds of illusory illusions as long as he didn't stare carefully. Influence.
As time passed slowly, the luster of the beads became more and more brilliant, and the changing scenes became dazzling.
For a full quarter of an hour, Zhang Wenfeng repeatedly drove the Nine-hand Wooden Elements Tempering Technique into the bead countless times. Finally, after the light flashed together, it converged and returned to calm. The room was once again plunged into light yellow light, and the entire round bead no longer exposed its light. All illusions The colors converge.
He successfully planted a trace of divine consciousness on the surface of the bead.
Holding the emerald green bead that had become normal, he was delighted. He felt it carefully for a moment. Following a vague connection with the bead, he injected Yuan Qi into the bead, touching a trace of smoke inside the bead.
The room suddenly turned into a scene of valley and forest.
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Big trees, green leaves, grass, shrubs and flowers are all moving in the wind, as if they were real.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled. The illusion disappeared as his Yuan Qi stopped contacting him. He had mastered the basic usage of the Huan Mu Bead and was able to create an illusion out of thin air. There were countless scene changes. It was amazing.
He guessed that if the magic of the magic wood beads was performed in the wild nature, it would be more harmonious and leave no trace.
He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then put the beads with reduced brilliance into his arms and kept them close to his body so that he could be nourished with Yuan Qi at any time. The Huan Mu Beads were extremely lacking in aura and nourishment.
He opened the door in a good mood, walked out of the cave, flew to the foot of the mountain and walked on the grass, waiting for the donkey to return.
Feeling the kindness of the vegetation, your feet become softer and gentler.
The sky seems to be always so gloomy near and far, with no sun coming out and no rain.
This makes the leaves of trees in early summer cast a layer of gloom.
"Hey, Guanzhu Zhang."
Cen Sanlin's loud voice greeted him from the hillside.
Zhang Wenfeng turned around and looked at the swordsman who flew down with a broad sword on his back. He responded with a smile and asked, "You didn't go out on a mission today?"
"I just came back from a busy job, and I was about to go talk to you, but I was worried about disturbing your rest. I heard from fellow Taoists that you were patrolling at night."
The swordsman had no intention of drawing out his sword and sparring, and said: "A few days ago, I received a message from the sect that Junior Sister Du was in seclusion and breaking through the realm. She has been gradually promoted. She said that she was touched by your words, 'Use a sword to bind yourself, why? Come out without breaking the sword', so I would like to thank Cen on behalf of Junior Sister Du!"
"You are so polite, Fellow Daoist Cen. The opportunity has come to her. Congratulations!"
Zhang Wenfeng returned the gift. He never expected that he could form a good relationship with one word. There was no need to take credit. The other party had to repay this great favor.
After a few polite words, Cen Sanlin suddenly sighed: "Junior sister Du discovered a truth. She said that in the past, what she pursued was just to 'make a sword to bind oneself'. This time, she was lucky enough to be able to 'break the sword out', so she planned to learn how to do it." Fa, no longer follow the pure path of sword cultivation, time is precious, she has to fight day and night to find the way."
Zhang Wenfeng remained silent, abandoning sword practice and studying Dharma, which was the path he chose.
He is not qualified and cannot point fingers or make irresponsible remarks.
Cen Sanlin smiled bitterly again and said in a low voice: "I am actually shaken. I have been there before. I don't know how long I can persist? I wonder what is the meaning of this kind of persistence that endures all the hardships? A pure swordsman needs to have a It is so difficult to have a firm sword mind that can break all laws and create all laws with one sword! Every step of the way is thorny! I am confused and don’t know the way forward."
Talking to himself, Cen Sanlin seemed to be confused. He turned and walked in another direction.
There was no master to guide him on the path of sword cultivation, which put him in a difficult situation.
The donkey came running from a distance and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong with that man? Something seems wrong. He walks with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Is he practicing swinging skills?"
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head and said through a message: "Don't disturb him, there are some things he doesn't understand."
A swordsman who has fallen into confusion and doubt many times can no longer be regarded as a pure swordsman.
Only those who are single-minded like He Guangjun can make great progress.
He is a bystander, but he cannot tell the truth. Cen Sanlin must find the answer in his heart.
There are various tests and difficulties on the path of cultivation.
Once you pass a level, your state of mind will improve and your cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds.
If you can't get through, you can also find another way to go around. Taking other roads may not be the wrong way.
He disapproved of hanging from a crooked-necked tree.
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