The feeling of awns on my back and all over my body is very uncomfortable, with tingling and itching all the time.
He couldn't catch it, couldn't scratch it, and couldn't think too much. The more he thought about it, the more itchy he became, and it was itchy to the very core. Zhang Wenfeng was in such a state of suffering and tempering. He couldn't be idle and had to be immersed in one thing.
Some are practicing quietly, some are writing ink, or they are busy in the fields.
Especially when he makes a secret every morning and evening to let the flying sword turn into a sword energy flowing in the heart, and then uses his wood fire to wrap the "thorn" flying sword to practice. Can't be overstated.
Every time he waited for a quarter of an hour and allowed Feijian to return to the Sea of Consciousness, he was sweating profusely in the winter.
Lying on his back on the cave floor, he didn't want to move a finger for a long time.
Exhausted, my mind was completely empty.
Tu Ling, the old demon who had been stabbed a thousand times, was smiling and comforting. Fortunately, he realized a ray of his natal sword energy and integrated it into the flying sword. Otherwise, the taste would be several times more sour. He had to experience what it means. There is great suffering in the world as "the bones are broken and the bones are as crazy as a puppet", and there are also some empty and insincere truths such as "suffering comes first, enjoying comes last", "only by enduring hardship can one become a master".
That guy was so happy with his misfortune that he almost had the words "public revenge for private revenge" carved on his forehead.
Every time he endured such pain and recovered the lost cultivation level, he could find that his cultivation level had improved a little bit, and the sharp energy emitted by the "Ang Thorn" flying sword stimulated the pores of his skin, and the tempered body had a slightly more defensive effect. .
The benefits were obvious, so he just let it go and endured it with his own resilience.
From time to time, I would visit Tuling Cave Mansion and talk and harass me.
Zhang Guanzhu carried an invisible thorn on his back and survived the New Year and the "Tianla Sacrifice" held every year, talking and laughing like a normal person.
Compared with last year, there were many more people holding sacrificial rituals in the main hall on the first day of the Lunar New Year this year.
Third senior brother Shang Zheng let his grandniece Shang Qingyun support him and deliberately showed off in front of senior senior brother Jia De'an.
After the vegetarian lunch, the senior brother left early and went back down the mountain.
Afterwards, the second senior brother and the third senior brother chatted alone for a long time. No one knew what they talked about.
After playing with the donkey for several months, he got rid of his impatience and became pure. He began to temper his body with the Thunder Cleansing Technique. He practiced day and night and rarely went out. Even the food he ate was delivered by Hu Qian'er flying with a bucket and a sword. Around the mouth.
In a blink of an eye, it’s March in spring.
Zhang Wenfeng and Hu Qianger took care of all the spiritual plants that had been cultivated and kept them vigorous. The entire Wangxia Ridge and most of Xitan Ridge were planted with patches of spiritual plants and vegetables, and more than 30 acres of land were cultivated piecemeal. , growing lushly with rice, wheat and other crops.
After finishing his work that day, while resting in a pavilion on the upper reaches of the stream, Zhang Guanzhu became interested. He took out rice paper, pen and ink, and painted Hu Qiang'er standing on a wooden sword with thousands of soft weeping willows as the background.
He swiped his brush freely and the ink was full of fragrance. In less than two quarters of an hour, a freehand sketch with fairy spirit was completed.
After looking at it for a moment, Zhang Wenfeng inscribed and signed, "The embankment is full of grass and flowers, and the river is full of water. In the spring of Renyin year, Zhang Wenfeng feasted at the Xiliu Pavilion" and stamped a jade seal on the back.
Hu Qiang'er couldn't help but be overjoyed while holding the ink painting. The viewer rarely wrote an inscription or seal on the painting. This was a unique reward for him.
A woman called from behind: "Qiang'er, what are you looking at? You're so absorbed."
Hearing Yue Anyan's voice, Hu Qiang'er hurriedly held up the still-dry scroll and said with a smile, "The master drew a painting for me. I'll send it back first to avoid getting it dirty." Yu Jiansheng Flying high towards the southwest slope of Xianling Mountain.
He knew that Master Yue's favorite collection was the master's paintings. He had been to that small bamboo house twice and the room was full of paintings.
Yue Anyan walked into the pavilion with Yang Shuilan who was looking around curiously. He glanced at the little guy who flew away in a panic, and said with a smile: "I won't steal your paintings. Why did you run when you saw me coming?"
Hu Qiang'er pretended not to hear and flew out of sight.
Zhang Wenfeng stopped packing his pen and ink and stared at Yang Shuilan, who was bowing a little reservedly, for a moment.
After almost half a year of training and recuperation, the girl's complexion became rosy, her face became rounder, and her figure grew taller. Apart from being unable to speak, her whole person exuded a sense of intelligence, and she had undergone many subtle changes compared to when she first arrived.
"Yang Shuilan, congratulations on your promotion to the Jianwei Realm. Your cultivation qualifications are unique. We can't announce it to the outside world yet, let alone take you to the county for assessment, in case someone wants to take your idea. However, you can occasionally go out at night with Taoist Master Yue. , let’s get some fresh air, and after you have cultivated to a certain extent and have the ability to protect yourself, a year or two later, you can add the status and honor that should belong to you.”
Zhang Wenfeng bowed his hands as a monk.
The training speed of the innate spirit body is indeed terrifying. Yue Anyan said that she also deliberately taught Yang Shuilan to dabble in elementary talismans, elementary formations, etc., which diverted a lot of Yang Shuilan's energy, otherwise it would have been faster.
Yang Shuilan hurriedly returned the gift, gesturing to show that she understood the painstaking efforts of the master and Taoist Yue, and expressed her gratitude for the training.
After practicing Taoism for almost half a year, she understands etiquette and is careful in her words and deeds.
Zhang Wenfeng took out three Bihan crystals from his sleeves as a gift for promotion, encouraged them with words, and then took the two of them to Tu Ling Cave, asking Tu Ling to apply the covering spell on Yang Shuilan again.
After seeing the two of them off, Zhang Wenfeng returned and sat down to continue drinking tea and using his toes to tickle the mountain badger lying at his feet.
Tu Kun was surrounded by a light that gathered and dispersed. He used his own unique method to practice his sword from time to time, saying: "Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with her character. I have placed a small restriction in her heart lake. If there is a spiritual thought or I can detect any divine movement within thirty miles immediately."
Zhang Wenfeng nodded and sighed: "She is progressing in practice so quickly. If this continues, I suspect she will advance to the realm of freedom before me."
Tu Kun gave a rare and strange look and said: "Before Jindan, she had no cultivation bottleneck. This place is rich in spiritual energy, and her cultivation qualifications are top-notch. It is only a matter of time before she surpasses you, so you, the master of the temple, don't feel embarrassed. Ha ha."
Zhang Wenfeng was speechless and picked up the teacup to drink tea.
He suddenly didn't want to chat with the old demon anymore. This guy had a sharper tongue than He Guangjun.
Tu Kun was still thinking deeply and asked: "You have adapted to the tempering of flying swords. When can we go out for a walk?"
"Okay, we'll leave in two days and I'll make some arrangements for the Taoist temple."
Zhang Wenfeng readily agreed. With such a master as his bodyguard, he could walk sideways when going out. He also needed to go out for some travel. Hu Qiang'er was there to take care of Lingzhi, and the mountain chief and Yue Anyan were in Qingzheng Villa. He didn't have to worry about anything.
Tu Kun suggested: "We can go west and try our luck in the Luobao Ridge Forest. I have read the books and found that the place is still inaccessible. It is between the demon clan and the human clan, so it is suitable for us to travel."
"Oh, do you have a treasure map that you left behind? Bring it out and look at it together. My strength is insignificant, but my brain and vision are pretty good."
"You're overthinking it. I just don't want to go to a crowded place, that would be boring."
"real?"
"Fake."
The two exchanged some witty words. Seeing that Tu Ling refused to reveal the truth, Zhang Wenfeng stood up, said goodbye and left. He guessed that Tu Ling would not be innocent. An old demon of more than 800 years had some stories in his belly?
After walking out of the cave, a message light flew towards him. Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to catch it. After feeling it for a moment, he laughed and said: "Double happiness has come to our door. That little girl Shui Qingru finally broke through and entered the innate realm."
Tu Kun did not respond, he was not interested in Wu Fu, and the stone door of the cave closed silently.
Fei Luo arrived at the Qingzheng Villa and walked into the practice room. He saw the excited little girl. Yue Anyan, Shan Zhang and others were all there. As soon as he said the word "congratulations", the little girl jumped into his arms and hugged her. .
"This is a happy event, don't cry, big girls are not like that."
In full view of everyone, Zhang Wenfeng patted the crying girl as if nothing had happened, and joked: "You wiped your nose on me." He pushed Shui Qingru, who was overjoyed, without leaving a trace.
"No."
Shui Qingru sniffed and retorted weakly, then smiled again.
The master of the temple once said, "Diligence can make up for one's weakness, which is a good lesson. Every effort equals talent." She did it.
Looking at the little fat man winking at her, Shui Qingru's face was slightly red. He wiped his face and shouted: "Pumpkin, haven't you been showing off your unique sword skills these days? Let's have a sword competition in a few days." If you lose in the field... run up and down the mountain ten times."
"Becoming an Immortal in One Step"
"Xiaoya, don't always think about fighting and killing. As monks, we must cultivate our bodies and temper our minds."
Shi Nanguan basically gave up on defeating Shui Qingru in a sword fight. He was old-fashioned and learned the principles of Guanzhu, and taught Shui Qingru, who had just broken through, because he thought it would be good to be reasonable.
A gentleman speaks but does not use his hands.
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