"We are happy to meet each other over a pot of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter."
Zhang Wenfeng chanted in his mouth to express his mood at this time. He took out a jar of old wine that had been stored for more than ten years from the storage space. Under the surprised gaze of the teahouse waiter, he smiled and said: "I just like drinking in the teahouse. Let’s create a different atmosphere. Tea is a lot of money for you, so go down and don’t have to wait.”
The waiter, who was also a monk, hurriedly bowed and smiled as he exited the side room, closing the door behind him.
Rong Shuzhi took a bowl of mellow old wine and said: "You are still the same, your temperament has not changed much. @ "
He could feel the viewer's inner joy. He touched the two wine bowls and drank the water in one gulp.
Putting down the wine bowl and letting Zhang Wenfeng pour him wine, he said with emotion: "I didn't expect that I could wake up so quickly. I made a plan at the beginning that I would never succeed in this life. I would live in a daze and then go back to reincarnation to try my luck in the second and third lives. At the beginning of the spiritual energy surge, all the major sects are open to accepting disciples. There will always be a chance for me to get lucky and come across the opportunity to practice. As long as I can practice, over time, I can awaken a trace of the spiritual light of Suhui that I have retained."
Zhang Wenfeng said contemptuously: "Seeing that you were so confident and well-informed at the beginning, you thought you had arranged everything well and it would be easy to wake up. Why are you just trying your luck like this? What if you didn't have a chance in the previous three lives and wasted time, and if it's not bad, you won't be able to turn over?"
Rong Shuzhi chuckled and said: "There is no such thing as a perfect thing in the world, and it's not just to ease your mind. Fortunately, your friend named Bai had a good chat with me, and your face was written in my eyes." "Yong" means "Yong". When I succeed in my cultivation in the future, I will return his favor. "
Only then did Zhang Wenfeng realize that Bai Wuchang had helped Zhong Wenyong a lot, and he secretly made a note of it.
He took out the black wooden bottle from the black cloth bag on his waist and transferred the tight items inside to the topaz plate worn on his left thumb. This topaz plate was one of the trophies captured when he killed Sheng Burao, the guardian of the Wu clan. Space It was bigger than the Shoushen bottle. He wiped off the Yuan Ting and Divine Consciousness marks on the Shoushen bottle and handed it to the young man who looked at it with a smile.
"The bottle of Shanmu Shushen has returned to its original owner. There are some items that you can use inside."
Rong Shuzhi stretched out his hand to take it. He was almost broke now and would not refuse any gift from the rich man. He asked with a smile: "Which old friend told you that this bottle is called Shanmu Shoshen Bottle?" "
He remembered that he only called it Shushen Bottle for short.
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "I not only know the 'Shanmu Shushen Vase', but I also know the 'Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon'."
There is a hint of sadness on the face of Rong Shu. The "Autumn" in "Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon" refers to his lover, Fairy Qiu Yun. He will never meet again and the past cannot be mentioned.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't expect that this guy would be reincarnated hundreds of years ago and still not be able to forget the woman from back then. He also listened to the gossip between women that Yue Anyan told him, so he quickly changed the topic and said:
"I have met many of your old friends, Wei Yan, Yang Chun, and Mulihua. Except for Wei Yan, who felt that living in the land was boring and has been reincarnated without a trace, Yang Chun and Mulihua are both alive and well."
A smile appeared on Rong Shuzhi's face, but he immediately frowned: "Yang Chun and Mulihua fled into the Luobao Ridge Mountains to escape the battle, can they survive?"
Zhang Wenfeng scolded: "You idiot, you have been reincarnated as a Confucian monk, and you are still obsessed with that old thing? More than five hundred years ago, Yang Chun was ordered to stop the Da'an Yushi team with a single sword. She died in the sky above her water house in the Junxi River. She did not burst the embankments and flood the people on both sides of the Xihe River. It is tragic enough."
Rong Shuzhi silently picked up the wine bowl, raised it toward the western air, and drank the wine in one gulp.
Zhang Wenfeng took a bowl with him and continued: "Yang Chun went through nine reincarnations and happened to worship at the Immortal Spirit Temple. After learning Taoism for a year, he happened to come into contact with the token she left before her death and regained consciousness. After leaving the Fairy Spirit Temple, she ran to the Daliang Witch Clan and made a big fuss. Later, she became disheartened and settled in the wild. In this life, her name was Yang Shuilan. Later, her relationship with the Fairy Spirit Temple eased and they became allies to help each other."
Rong Shuzhi sighed: "This is the Yang Chun I know. When my cultivation level returns to the fourth level, I will go find her and talk about the past."
He didn't ask about Mulia's situation. He could have guessed it even if the viewer didn't say it.
"The Taoists of Da'an and the Wu Clan of Daliang signed an alliance. The two sides ceased war and became good neighbors. Do you know this?"
Zhang Wenfeng heard that the Taoist eunuch and the Great Celestial Master delayed his stay until the beginning of February next year in order to wait for him to come out of confinement.
, a few days before he left the customs, Tu Kun was asked to go back from Lingxing Island to attend the covenant ceremony on his behalf.
Rong Shuzhi nodded and glanced at the spiritual energy stones, materials, magic weapons, inner armor, robes, talismans and other items accumulated in the Shushen bottle, which were enough for him to return to the third level. He specifically looked at the dim female figure in the corner. Dress, he looked through the dress with his spiritual consciousness, revealing an embroidered sachet, looking at things and thinking about people, leaving a slim glimmer of hope after all.
The grudges between the Wu clan and the Taoists have nothing to do with him anymore, so it would be better if they could reconcile.
"You and I can go back to Xianling Temple to practice. The conditions there are better. It will take less than a few years to return to the fourth level."
"Forget it, I will still follow the orthodox path of imperial examination cultivation in the academy, to cultivate my cultural background and cultivate my awe-inspiring energy. Slowness has its advantages. I have plenty of time in this life. I can reach the top of the mountain in a short walk, and I can still look around. A different landscape.”
Rong Shuzhi rejected the kind invitation of the temple owner and said, "Have you used that piece of light marble?"
Zhang Wenfeng took out the palm-sized thin gray stone that even the ascended Zhenjun Merlin said was valuable, handed it to Rong Shuzhi, which was originally the treasure in the bottle, and said: "Do you need the second to third-level realm-breaking elixir? I can do it. Let’s find a solution to the Daolu Academy.”
"No need, I'll keep my practice speed low so as not to shock the world."
Rong Shuzhi said with a smile: "Just stay on Lingxing Island for a while and chat with me from time to time. No other help is needed."
Zhang Wenfeng understood this guy's intention of taking advantage of others' advantage, so he rolled his eyes and said, "I don't mind having one more disciple. Little brother, you have to know that the monks who want to be my disciples who are crying are gone."
"Pull him down. If you want to take advantage of me, there is no way."
The two chatted casually for more than an hour. After the jar of old wine was bottomed out, they walked out of the teahouse. The sun was getting low in the west, and several Confucian monks dressed as scholars were waiting outside.
Zhang Wenfeng ignored him and walked toward the circular stone tower in the city.
Shui Qingru, who was shopping nearby and purchasing a lot of items, hurriedly followed and looked back at the fat young man who was explaining to a few scholars in low voices. The two looked at each other from a distance, and the young man smiled at her.
Zhang Wenfeng lived in a courtyard on the top of the mountain in the north of the city. He lived in seclusion. He practiced swordsmanship, dismantled magic spells, chanted sutras to bless the beads on his hands, and used wood fire to feed the spiritual flames in the beads every now and then. He was familiar with the usage of bronze figurines, and occasionally interacted with the earth. Kun, Fayuan and Chu Qing'er gathered together.
Rong Shu used chicken feathers as arrows and flew to the top of the mountain in ten and a half days to drink some spiritual tea.
Shui Qingru was a somewhat incomprehensible young man. He was a Confucian cultivator at the early stage of the second level. He chatted with his master as casually as if he were old friends. He didn't ask for advice on how to practice and comprehend magic, and just talked about useless poems.
As spring passed and autumn came, Shui Qingru found the direction of breakthrough. She practiced diligently and finally broke through the bottleneck during the Mid-Autumn Festival. She took a small step forward to reach the second level of perfection. As a martial artist with no cultivation qualifications, every step forward was not easy. @·No mistake first release~~
That day the young man came again. She was boiling water and making tea and was busy entertaining guests. She was listening to the chat between the master and the young man. Suddenly, a horn sounded a warning from down the mountain. She listened carefully and said:
"There is a fourth-level master approaching from the east!"
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