More than a hundred miles away from Caomuling, the donkey who kept chattering suddenly stopped, closed its noisy mouth, showed a deep thinking look in its eyes, and stood still like a statue.
Three two-foot-tall exquisite treehouses are erected on its back, each with its own characteristics and surrounded by slender fences.
Dense green vines cover the fence and tree house, and are dotted with rice-sized white, pink, and purple flowers.
The three little elves made their home on the back of a donkey, and now the donkey has the ability to protect them.
In the past, Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er were very close to each other when they played with the donkey. This time in the secret realm, Xiao Jingmei spared no effort to help the donkey break through the situation, and the two sides formed a deep love.
Staying on the viewer's shoulder was a temporary solution, but now he has a mobile home.
The little fairy was singing and dancing in the tree house courtyard, so happy.
Zhang Wenfeng casually dealt with the donkey's chatter without thinking, and was distracted and silently reciting the scriptures on the ancient scroll of the Sea of Consciousness.
Every time you recite it, invisible golden light washes over your whole body, making you feel relaxed and relaxed.
He discovered that the golden light of the scriptures could remove dust from the body and eliminate the side effects of various ghosts, sorcery, and spells imposed on the body by the outside world. It also had the effect of tempering the body and eliminating impurities.
Although the effect is not very obvious, a little adds up to a lot, and idleness is idleness.
Seeing that the donkey suddenly stopped talking and stopped to think about the problem, he stopped and waited, without disturbing the donkey, and concentrated on reciting the scriptures silently. The songs of the three little charmers were full of joy, which made him feel relaxed and happy.
Lu Xin'er flew out of the vines to look at the donkey for a few times, without asking any questions, and then returned to the tree house to sing with her sisters.
They can feel waves of telepathy emanating from the master from time to time, which has a unique effect of calming their hearts and making them more in the mood to sing. Singing and dancing is one of their attack methods, and it is also their unique way of practice.
The three parties each have their own things to do and do not interfere with each other.
The mountain breeze is cool and the flowers are fragrant.
After stopping under the tree for about half an hour, the donkey, whose fur was shining in the dappled sunlight, suddenly grinned and bared its teeth, saying with a strange smile: "Master, my sword is ready for use."
After it advanced to the third level, it took the time to nourish Jianwan every day, even when walking.
Suddenly noticing that Jianwan had reacted, it stood still and concentrated on practicing, not daring to be distracted.
There is a temple owner to help protect it, so there is no need to worry even in the wild.
It has high hopes for this sword pill that it got by chance, and it wants to be a donkey hero who wields swords in the world.
"Oh, show it to me and open your eyes."
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile that sword gallbladder is different from Feijian. "It is shaped like a pill and means a sword." He has only seen descriptions in classics. So far, he has not heard of anyone who has sacrificed sword gallbladder?
The donkey pondered for a moment, opened his mouth and sprayed. There was a flash of silver lightning in broad daylight, and the thick branch of the arm stretched out more than ten feet in front exploded into dust and debris with a "thunder" sound.
The thunderous sword light flashed again, splitting a rock protruding from the ground more than twenty feet away into two pieces.
Under the high temperature, the incision was as smooth as glass, and the sword light continued to sink into the ground and was consumed.
What the donkey warms and nourishes for sacrifice is a thunder sword gallbladder, which complements it perfectly.
The speed of the two consecutive strikes amazed Zhang Wenfeng. Not to mention the skill of controlling the sword energy and the current attack power, Donkey added a new extremely sharp attack method. He smiled and said: "Yes, it moves like thunder and is impossible to guard against. Combined with your thunder method, you can develop many means of protection or enemy control."
The donkey smiled from ear to ear and said humbly: "Please give me some advice!"
Three little fairies lay on their backs and peered out from between the leaves of the vines. They couldn't understand what the donkey was saying.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled at the three little ones and comforted them, and said: "Lv Zijin is practicing a swordsmanship and trying new moves. Don't be afraid." Then he said to the donkey: "How do you cooperate with the thunder method? I won't add any superfluous things. You take your time." Try to improve and control the sword energy and sword intent, I can give you some pointers."
Call out the flying sword in the sea of consciousness, and at a slow speed, demonstrate to the donkey what are the basic methods of "straight sword control, wave sword control, circumferential sword control and turning sword control", and explain the techniques in detail.
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He took out the book "Ling Lian Yijian Jue" that Gu Quan had given him and pointed out the key points in it.
He asked the donkey to read the sword formula three times to deepen his impression, and then he continued on his way. He took the lead, and the donkey followed quietly behind.
Every time the donkey fell into thinking, he would be so dumbfounded.
All kinds of poisonous insects and little monsters in the grass and woods on the road blocked the way, or launched sneak attacks without knowing whether they were alive or dead. They were all driven away by the viewer or killed with his subtle sword energy. He did not let any small accidents disturb the donkey's concentrated thinking.
After walking for more than an hour, the donkey figured out how to release the slender sword energy and tried to control it using the methods it had learned.
Ye Luzi's sword control seems to be flexible, but in fact it does not have as much potential as the regular sword techniques that have been tempered over time.
Go to the back and switch to being a donkey and walk forward to clear the way. Use the fine pieces of sword energy to kill the little monster with no eyes, and at the same time become proficient in its sword-handling skills. It cleverly learns those few moves first, and then refines the straight and wave shapes. Sword.
Returning the same way, when the sun turned in the afternoon, the donkey and the visitor suddenly stopped at the same time, listening intently, and vaguely heard the sound of magic and talismans bombarding in the distance.
"have a look?"
The donkey is eager to try.
"have a look."
Zhang Wenfeng laughed and said that he heard a strange "clang" sound coming from the fighting, which felt a little familiar.
The donkey jumped up into the air, and from a high position, he saw many monks on the mountains more than ten miles away in front of him, surrounding and killing a shiny bald man in gray robes, and the fighting was extremely fierce.
"It's that monk. Strange, have they been entangled for two months?"
Donkey wondered, when they came, they saw the group of bandit monks going to attack the monk who was resting at Biyi Peak. Now on the way back, they encountered bandits besieging the monk again. After such a long time, the grievances between the two sides have not been resolved?
After experiencing countless things, big and small, Donkey's first reaction was to wonder if the two of them were working together and were putting on a show for them?
Zhang Wenfeng squinted and observed carefully. He found that the monk was trapped by the formation. He struck the wooden fish suspended beside him with his left hand, making a "clang" sound. No wonder he felt familiar. He had spied on the monk in Caomul Ridge and took out the wooden fish. After five taps, the sound was slightly different.
The monk waved his sword with his right hand, focusing on defense, neutralizing various attacks and not ruthlessly attacking the bandits who were approaching.
Several men were sitting down on the mountain slopes, covered in blood and losing their fighting strength.
There were no dead bodies, so the monk showed mercy.
Zhang Wenfeng used his spiritual eyes to check. He was a little unsure about the monk's cultivation. He seemed to be at the second level of perfection, and also at the third level of strength, much better than all the guys who besieged him.
The monk had time to call for help: "Fellow Taoist, we meet again by chance. Please help the monk get out of trouble. I am very grateful."
I don’t know whether it was because he was poor or because he took it for granted, but the monk did not promise a heavy reward.
Empty words, just a kind word of "I'm grateful".
Zhang Wenfeng saw that the spy Fan Chongfeng was among the besieging bandits. He was using various spells to attack the monk. It seemed that there was a sworn enemy. He was too lazy to mind the business in the wild and said: "Master has the habit of sacrificing his life to feed the tiger." I have a kind heart, and I will not disturb my master's pleasure. I say goodbye."
With a sarcastic comment, he flew eastward in a detour, out of sight.
The monk has the ability to hide it, and he is unwilling to injure people's lives and kill the bandits to get out of trouble. How does it make sense to ask him to rescue them?
Doesn't he believe that monks in this world would rather die than kill?
The many bandits who were secretly on guard against the intervention of the two men flying in the air couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Fan Chongfeng urged and shouted: "Brothers, take out the treasures from the bottom of the box and save the monk as soon as possible. Let's finish the work early to avoid making serious mistakes and letting this cunning monk escape."
Everyone agreed in a loud voice, and all kinds of spells, magic weapons, and talismans were thrown at the monk trapped on the top of the mountain.
The colorful and powerful attack instantly overwhelmed the monk.
"Fellow Taoist...save me!"
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