On a beautiful spring day with boundless blue waves, Zhang Wenfeng held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and walked slowly and alone on the sea surface.
Discussing and analyzing with his apprentice the mystery of how the monk's magic weapon can superimpose six powers with one punch, and he also learned something by analogy. These days, he walked down from the top of the mountain and came to the sea north of Lingxing Island to try to superimpose the flowing water sword intention that he was most familiar with.
He silently pondered and pondered, accumulating his sword intent. Every time he used his sword, the sound was astonishing and the waves surged into the sky.
The old man Mengmei fell into a deep sleep most of the time, suffering inside the bead, and could only wake up once every ten days. Even so, You Mengchang still insisted on accepting the washing and washing of his thoughts.
Practicing on the sea until noon, he saw that the sky was getting dark and dark clouds were flying, so he returned to the island.
Ordinary storms on the sea are unpredictable, and after staying there for such a long time, he has become accustomed to it.
Walking back to the island, heavy raindrops were falling, and the strong wind stirred up waves of ten feet high, hitting the rocks and cliffs one after another. Zhang Wenfeng shouted: "Apprentice!"
A figure rushed into the air from the boiling and surging water. The water was as clear as a suit of armor and white mist steamed out. She shook the water droplets from her hair and said with a smile: "Master, I understand that one punch can use two powers." The method of superimposing forces is like the ups and downs of water. Before one wave subsides, another wave has arisen. I don’t know if it is right?"
Zhang Wenfeng praised: "Master Magic Weapon is right, you are extremely talented in understanding martial arts and boxing."
Shui Qingru disagreed and shouted: "Master, I also learned the flowing water sword intention you taught me underwater. I prefer to be a swordsman who travels the world with a sword. How impressive."
"Haha, it's up to you. I take back what I just said. Disciple, your talent in swordsmanship is no worse than that of martial arts. I'm going back first. You should take a rest while practicing underwater."
"Don't worry, I know what's going on. I'll stay a little longer before returning while my thoughts are fresh. You go slowly."
The two of them said a few words, and the water was as clear as the water vapor covering their bodies, which covered their slim figures and jumped into the sea.
The wind and waves became more and more violent, the waves crashed on the shore, and the sky became as dark as night.
There was no need for Zhang Wenfeng to comprehend and practice on a stormy day. He went back to the yard and boiled a pot of tea, leisurely listening to the howling wind and admiring the heavy rain.
After drinking tea, I spread paper and ink on the eucalyptus table, and casually used freehand brushwork to describe the scene of huge waves crashing on the rocks. I opened and closed the brush in large strokes, focusing on momentum rather than form. After painting, I was immersed in it and didn't realize it was integrated. With the flowing water and sword intent, the waves came one after another, smearing an almost completed painting beyond recognition.
When the brush was bald and I stopped, the ink was dripping on the table and there were many scratches, and the drawing paper had already been smeared.
He put down the bald pen that had done so much, and a sudden smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The superposition of sword intent turns out to be like this.
The sword energy is layered and endless.
After the rain, the clouds dispersed and the sky cleared, with a clear blue sky. Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the yard, smelled the damp air, walked among the rocks in the mid-level mountain area, and saw the miscellaneous tree that he had spent two months cultivating with wood gas. , it was broken until it was only more than ten feet tall.
Fresh tree stumps seemed to be taunting mouths cracking toward the sky.
He shook his head and smiled. A tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. He should not interfere with the growth pattern of the trees on the mountain.
Time passed day by day, and in late autumn, the old man Mengmei inside the water-gathering bead fell into a deep sleep. Miraculously, Mengmei's soul power was crumbling because he was so weak that he had already reached the edge of falling, but he still managed to maintain the fourth level without falling.
Monk Fayuan finally sent away the two foreign monks and returned to Lingxing Island with a peaceful face.
The depression on his body dissipated, and he looked good.
Three days later, Zhang Wenfeng took Shui Qingru, who was becoming more and more outstanding in temperament, and Tie Jinglin, who was in a much better mood, and He He, saying goodbye and flying to the west. Although he could practice wherever he went, the gold and silver nests outside were still Not as good as your own quiet home.
Lezi, a hard-working martial artist, has been promoted to the third-level bone forging realm. A few days ago, he sent a message to Feijian to ask when he would be able to return. What he said implicitly meant that his father was anxious to get angry and urged the two of them. People are getting married quickly, and as the viewer and matchmaker, he must be present.
He found that the relationship with Xianlingguan had become a mess. Lezi was Tu Kun's apprentice, and Yang Shuilan would definitely not condescend to the short Tu Kun. He would still call her an equal. Called by peers.
Forget it, let everyone call it their own, as they please.
Before passing Daying Dynasty, Zhang Wenfeng sent a message in advance to Wen Yunqing, the sacrificial wine of Daying Academy, and declined Wen Yunqing's offer to personally accompany him and invite him to Capital Academy as a guest. He did not want to stay longer. long, so as not to disturb other people's peace.
After arriving at Shuzhou City, Rong Shuzhi waited early after receiving the summons.
"Thank you, Taoist Zhang, for meeting you!"
"Mr. Rong, you are very polite!"
The two pretended to exchange a few polite words. Zhang Wenfeng made some gestures and said with a smile, "Mr. Rong has grown taller."
Rong Shuzhi greeted Shui Qingru with a few words and replied: "The knowledge in my belly has improved even more. You don't know something, Taoist Zhang. I am now a master of juren, bringing glory to the lintel of my family, and honoring my ancestors."
"Congratulations, congratulations to Mr. Rong for high school."
Zhang Wenfeng casually took out three taels of broken silver, wrapped it in red paper, and handed it to the Juren Master as a congratulatory gift.
Rong Shuzhi took it with a smile and weighed it with his hands. With so many people following him, especially with the clear water, it was impossible to take the patron to the brothel to drink flower wine. He had previously said that he would invite the patron to drink flower wine, of course. It was just a joke, and several people were invited to take three luxurious carriages. They were taken to the inn to settle down, and then they went to their Rong family's Hanmo Street for a walk.
The two-pole square lintel erected in front of the Rong Mansion looks very impressive.
Rong Shuzhi gave everyone a piece of ancient ink that was rarely used as medicine, and then went to a restaurant to hold a banquet to wash away the dust, and entertained everyone like home.
After resting for a night, Zhang Wenfeng took a few people to say goodbye and set off on the next morning. The courtesy between him and Rong Shuzhi was for others to see. Rong Shuzhi was now weak and wanted to take the imperial examination. He came here. There is another deeper meaning, which is to let Rong Shuzhi take advantage of the situation.
Rong Shuzhi was sent to the outside of the city, and he cupped his hands and said, "In a few years, I will go to Da'an to visit Daoist Zhang!"
"We are waiting for you, Mr. Rong, take care!"
"Taoist Zhang and all fellow Taoists have a promising future. The mountains are high and the rivers are long. We will see you in the future."
Rong Shuzhi sent the group of four people away until they could no longer be seen in the horizon before heading back home. When he arrived at the city gate, he met Wen Yunqing, the scholar offering wine at the academy, and a group of Confucian cultivators from the academy branch in Shuzhou City.
He guessed that these people would show up at the right time and rushed forward to greet them.
Wen Yunqing looked at the chubby young man, nodded approvingly and said with a smile: "He is indeed a talented person and has a majestic air. No wonder Daoist Zhang became an old acquaintance and specially stopped in Shuzhou City to visit him. Yes, he has a bright future."
"Master Jijiu praises and praises too much, and the book is ashamed."
"I heard that you are also very knowledgeable. Rong Shuzhi, please walk with me and I will test your poetry."
"It is better to obey orders than to be respectful. Please give me a drink, Master Jijiu!"
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