I noticed a faint aura escaping from the beads in my hand, the temperature around me instantly increased, and the air twisted and fluctuated slightly.
Zhang Wenfeng smelled the smell of burning, and then he saw a glimmer of light that seemed to appear from the void, condensed into a flame, and stabbed towards him like a sword, as thin as a hair, with a terrifying momentum that burned the sky.
"The intention comes first with the sword, and there is no rigid pattern. I will demonstrate the 'Lihuo Sword Intent' using fire as the sword. You can understand how much you want without forcing it."
Hearing the man's subtle voice, Zhang Wenfeng stood as still as a pine tree, his mind instantly fell into silence, and he stared at the trace of flaming sword intent without blinking.
The flame grew rapidly in his eyes. The flame seemed to be alive. It surged, swept, and danced in various shapes, interpreting the meaning of the Lihuo Sword. It seemed scattered and violent, but in fact it had its own rules.
He was immersed in the world of flames that filled the sky, closing his eyes to observe, learn, think, and understand without any distractions.
"You have good talent in swordsmanship. Waiting for you to come to the upper realm..."
The man seemed a little surprised. Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly disappeared in the air.
The scorching heat in the quiet room quickly subsided. In the room, Zhang Wenfeng stood holding a flowing bead in his hand, and his body was shining with brilliance. From time to time, a wisp of wood fire jumped. He had entered meditation practice.
Zhou Fushi came to Yunyong Peak on the second morning and didn't see Zhang Guanzhu, so he didn't pay much attention.
The Golden elixir monk occasionally gained something, and it was normal to practice behind closed doors for three to five days. To them, it was just a moment, and they did not feel the passage of time. He asked the two disciples to take good care of Yunyong Peak, and when Guanzhu Zhang came out of seclusion, he would immediately send a message He shouted.
However, a month has passed since this wait.
Zhou Fushi couldn't sit still. He returned to the sect from the capital and came to Yunyong Peak again. He hesitated for a moment before Hou Shansan entered the courtyard gate. He went up and knocked on the door, but got no response. There were things arranged by the sect in the courtyard. It is a protective formation. It is not advisable to walk in and disturb it.
He shook his head and smiled, and said to the host and the supervisor who followed him: "Junior brother Zhang is a truly quiet monk. He is easy-going and easy-going. He can calm down and comprehend the practice wherever he goes, which is beyond the reach of my brother. We will not hold the ceremony for the time being. Slow down and wait until Junior Brother Zhang comes out of seclusion."
The two agreed with a smile.
Elder Zhang really didn't think that he was still a guest. It seemed that they couldn't learn this kind of character.
The days passed and the snow fell one after another.
In the blink of an eye, the Spring Festival has passed and the new year has begun.
Zhou Fushi once again came to the courtyard at the back of Yunyong Peak and asked the two respectful disciples on the side: "The formation in the courtyard has always been turned on and has never been turned off, or is there any other abnormality?"
The male disciple Yao Siwen was full of depression and respectfully replied: "Su Qin and I have the arrays that entered the front yard. We didn't notice any abnormalities in the arrays, let alone shut them down."
He and his female disciple Su Qin were disciples assigned by the sect to serve Elder Zhang. In the past three months, he and Su Qin took turns guarding outside the courtyard gate. Even if they had some time, they were busy sweeping and wiping and tidying up everywhere on the mountain. It is clean and has very little time to practice every day.
Zhou Fu began to walk around for a while and said to the host: "Fellow Taoist Tu Kun from Xianling Temple sent me a greeting. He asked about Junior Brother Zhang's current situation and asked when the elder ceremony will be held. I will reply to him now and ask him to come from Lingxing Island. Come and take a look at the yard together."
The host asked: "Do we need to arrange the rituals and etiquette?"
"No, I'll greet you outside the mountain gate. Just come in through the side door. He's not in the mood to be polite."
Zhou Fushi frowned slightly, took out his flying sword, recited a few words silently, and typed the message.
He was worried that Junior Brother Zhang might have something wrong with his cultivation? The retreat time is also a bit too long. It is said that I am not in my own sect, and I have not officially become an elder of Lingbaoguan. Some procedures have not been completed. Even if I have some insights on cultivation, I have only touched on it, and it is impossible to go into deep retreat.
At almost noon, Tu Kun and Chu Qing'er rushed over from Lingxing Island.
After exchanging a few polite words, Zhou Fushi invited the two people who had come from afar to enter the mountain gate. He understood Tu Kun's intention of inviting one more person to come, and he was also anxious to find out the reason. It would be better for one more person to be a witness.
Flying to the top of Yunyong Peak, Zhou Fushi narrated what happened. In fact, there was not much to say. The opening of the ancient cave and the search for the treasure that day were the secrets of Lingbao Temple and should not be known to outsiders.
Tu Kun observed for a moment in front of the courtyard door and said, "Please ask Zhou Guanshi to open the courtyard door, and we can go in and take a look."
He traveled around with Xuanmu more than five hundred years ago, and fought for decades later. Now it was the second time he set foot in Lingbao Temple. Hearing Xuanmu often boast about the sect, his ears were calloused.
He guessed that the viewer might have experienced a war and suddenly had important insights when he was alone in the dead of night.
According to the temperament of the temple master, and being on the territory of Lingbao Temple, he started to practice behind closed doors regardless.
Of course, he had to see the truth to believe it.
An array weapon appeared in Zhou Fushi's hand, he opened the courtyard door, stretched out his hand to say hello, and walked into the cold courtyard with Tu Kun. Chu Qing'er lagged behind. The stone pavement was stained with faint green marks of moss, and downy weeds grew on the muddy ground.
The three of them walked through the courtyard to the middle courtyard and immediately noticed the quiet room to the east of the main house.
Even across the quiet room formation, they were still aware of the fluctuations of the sword energy.
Tu Kun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The brat was refining his sword behind closed doors. He was very familiar with the aura of the temple master. A smile appeared on his face and he said: "The temple master is a guest at Lingbao Temple, so I have to worry about it. I'll be waiting for you." A message will be sent back to the Xianling Temple, asking them to send the temple master's personal disciples to serve. If there is any situation, they can be informed in time. How do you feel about Zhou Guanshi?"
I extended my hand to invite you and walked outside so as not to disturb the master’s retreat.
We still don’t know when the temple owner will be able to come out of seclusion.
Zhou Fushi was relieved and said with a smile: "That's very good. Taoist friends have thought carefully about it. Please go to Lingbao Peak to serve tea!"
Tu Kun said apologetically: "It's not appropriate for Daoist friend Chu and I to stay too long today. We have to rush back to Lingxing Island to guard us. I won't bother you again until I have time next time. Please forgive Zhou Guanshi."
"Where, where, let the two of you run back and forth, Zhou will feel bad about it."
Zhou Fushi said polite words as he sent the two people off in a hurry, explaining to the host and the prison that he still had things to do when he returned to the capital.
February is the romantic season of mountain flowers.
Zhang Wenfeng, who was standing still in the quiet room, suddenly restrained his wood fire and fine sword energy. He slowly opened his eyes, looked down at the Liuzhu in his hand, and showed a smile of gain at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't know how much time passed, and he was immersed in the realm of "Fire Sword Intention" demonstrated by True Lord Merlin with a trace of flame. He understood his own sword intention from the complicated and chaotic fire intention, and combined it with the three swords of flowing water, entangled silk, and dead wood. The intention of the Lihuo Sword is eclectic, ranging from roaring, violent, docile, flexible, and changeable, etc., and can move according to the intention and take various forms.
From now on, we will need to spend a lot of time to practice swordsmanship in depth.
After putting on his Liuzhu, thinking about Senior Brother Zhou helping him prepare for the ceremony, he opened the door and walked out.
I saw Shui Qingru bowing and bowing under the eaves.
He almost thought he was back at Xianling Temple, but when he looked at the unfamiliar courtyards and buildings, it was undoubtedly Lingbao Temple.
"Welcome Master to come out of seclusion!"
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