On the waterfall viewing rock, Zhang Wenfeng stood on the steps under the eaves of the stone roof, holding Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, looking towards the north.
Through the mist, ignoring the brilliant rainbow formed in the sun, and staring at the roaring Pilian Falls in the distance, he remained as still as a pine, with the gentle breeze blowing gently beside him.
Unknowingly, he was immersed in it and wandered outside, and the shadow of the illusory Dharma appeared behind him, moving with the wind.
There is an alternation between day and night, and the sun and the moon are as fast as a shuttle.
Zhang Guanzhu closed his eyes at some point, and the cyan brilliance on his body was like a mist, which slowly penetrated and blended with the slightly emitted green light of the Xuanyuan Sword. They were indistinguishable from each other and complemented each other.
The illusory Dharma appears every once in a while, and disappears again after a while.
After five reincarnations, it never appeared again.
The string of nine-star beads on his left wrist that he has worn for many years is round and bright, with slightly different colors, some are dark green, some are dark red, and the overall color is dark brown, with the water-gathering bead among them shining slightly.
A black shadow floated to the ground, transforming into the figure of an old man with an immortal air and a cane in his hand.
You Mengchang stretched out comfortably in the courtyard of the stone house and looked at the majestic waterfall in the distance. He was slightly surprised. The waterfall falling from the sky was not simple. It seemed to be the formation eye of some powerful heaven and earth formation. .
The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became. The formation technique was so mysterious and unpredictable that it actually made him dizzy.
He quickly gathered his mind and did not dare to stare and speculate. The world is so big that even in the lower world there are unborn masters living in seclusion.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Taoist Zhang wondered which master's forbidden area he had broken into?
He can sense the suppression of forbidden laws here. Fortunately, he has recovered his fourth-level cultivation and will be able to fight against it. Otherwise, if he comes out in a third-level body rashly, he will be very embarrassed. Even re-transforming and returning to the water-gathering bead will be troublesome. .
Taoist Zhang had not recited sutras for several months, and he naturally woke up from his deep sleep to practice.
Walking slowly in the dusty stone courtyard, I haven't been out for a long time. It feels good to get some air occasionally.
Walking to the stone wall opposite the gate, You Mengchang used his fuzzy crutch to poke at the thick dust on the ground, revealing eight small words: "A blessing in disguise."
Although he didn't know the allusion of "Sai Weng", he could understand the meaning based on the literal meaning.
The old man Mengmei, who had been living and dying for a long time, looked dazed. After a while, his face showed a strange look that seemed to be smiling and crying, and he let out a strange low voice of "woo woo".
He didn't know who carved these horoscopes, but they evoked countless ups and downs in his heart, and he couldn't bear to look back on the past.
The eight little characters circled in countless circles like a donkey grinding wheat.
"That's all, it's not a blessing, just take your time and see."
After letting go of his thoughts, the old man Mengmei looked at the waterfall in the distance for a while, and then at Taoist Zhang who was practicing meditation under the eaves. Finally, his eyes fell on the bronze sword held in Taoist Zhang's hand, and he secretly admired him: "What a powerful swordsmanship talent. Using sword energy and sword intention to cultivate the sword, I have developed a trace of sword essence. This sword is not an ordinary treasure...it's amazing."
He saw that Taoist Zhang was not suppressed by the forbidden law and his cultivation was at the end, so he floated down the stone house and fell under the boulder.
The old man Mengmei, who had been wandering on an isolated island for two or three miles for two days and had seen the mystery of waterfalls, did not dare to try to get out of the island again. The river surrounding the island was connected with the waterfall. He did not want to fall into the abyss and suffer.
Returning to the stone house, he quietly escaped into the gathering water bead and continued to sleep to absorb the miscellaneous soul power.
After half a day passed, Zhang Guanzhu, who had stood like a statue for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes. The green mist on his body slowly converged. He raised the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and took a closer look. He was at the beginning of immersing himself in the realm of cultivation, and in a flash of inspiration, he changed it to Yunyu Xuanyuan Sword.
When he was watching the waterfall, he realized a ray of natal sword intention, and spent more than ten years cultivating and strengthening it.
Taking advantage of the mystery on the waterfall viewing rock, the sword energy was transformed into the meaning of the sword. By chance, the natal sword intention was successfully nurtured into a trace of sword essence.
Sword Qi transforms into meaning, sword meaning contains Yuan, and Sword Yuan can transform into sword spirit.
A sword with a sword spirit has infinite possibilities. It can be unsheathed on its own to fight with others. It is extremely powerful and can be used more powerfully than its owner.
To become even more flexible, there is even a chance to be promoted to an immortal weapon. Of course, it will take a long time and require special opportunities.
A comfortable smile appeared on his face, and he sheathed the Xuanyuan Sword, which had been able to communicate with his mind. His eyes suddenly focused, and he saw the eight small characters revealed in front of the stone courtyard. The traces were fresh and clear. Someone had come up?
After thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible. This isolated island was a place left for him by Mo Ye to watch the waterfall and gain insights. The three great demons could not enter.
He took a look at the beads on his wrist and realized that this must have been the case when You Meng grew up.
He didn't know how long he had been in seclusion. He didn't chant sutras every day. It was normal for You Mengchang to go out after waking up.
Taking out the black jade slip and holding it in his hand, he made a seal and disappeared under the eaves of the stone roof.
After asking the disciple Jin Xi who was guarding Lingcaoling when he learned that he had been in seclusion for nearly half a year, Zhang Wenfeng showed a hint of helplessness on his lips and flew into the air towards the northeast.
The Fairyland Temple in mid-June is hidden in the verdant green.
The wind blows the rice waves, and the flowers and trees are fragrant.
Tu Kun, who was walking by the stream and teaching his disciples how to practice, suddenly raised his head and looked to the southwest and said, "The temple master is back."
He didn't go anywhere after he came back, because the temple master sent him Feijian a message in advance, asking him to take charge of the tokens entering and exiting the Moling Netherland. Currently, he was the only one with the suitable cultivation level in the Fairy Spirit Temple.
It would be a lie to say that you are not curious about Patriarch Hairpin Flower’s cave heaven and paradise.
Many juniors from the sect came out of the secret realm last year and advanced to the third level.
Qian Jing looked happily and soon saw a black dot appear in the sky. When he turned around to look again, his master had disappeared.
Zhang Wenfeng landed on the top of the Xianling Mountain and said with a smile: "Sending Senior Sister Yue and Yun Qiuhe into the secret realm, I will have a small retreat. I will delay it for more than two months and keep the Earth Protector waiting. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Tu Kun smiled and waved his hand, "Okay, don't talk to me about being polite."
The two of them walked to the west hall, and Tu Kun said in deep thought: "I think we should go into the Dragon Suppressing Cave. Ten years have passed, and the cunning dragon soul must have recovered a lot of cultivation. If it is delayed too much, It will be dangerous if we go for a long time.”
Zhang Wenfeng nodded, "It's almost time, okay, I'll inform Yang Shuilan and Lu Zijin, Xiao Ni'er...forget it, don't call her, she will be suppressed by the Dragon Soul bloodline, so she won't cause any trouble for us." .
Lei Lifengxing sent a flying sword message to the two of them, inviting them to make the next trip to Zhenlong Cave to consume the dragon soul's cultivation.
Dragon Soul must not be given a chance to recover part of its strength.
He originally wanted to wait until his cultivation reached a lower level before going. Now that the Earth Protector has proposed it, it might as well go now. Senior monks occasionally have unpredictable premonitions on a whim, so just go with it. Maybe he will wait until he is promoted in a few years. If you go again, things will change.
The two sat across from each other, boiling water and making tea, chatting about the sect's affairs.
Tu Kun talked about Gou Wa, who was often busy in the fields, and praised him: "He is indeed a good seedling for practicing swordsmanship. I accidentally saw that day, the little guy used a branch to cut the weeds in the field horizontally and vertically. The sword frame It is very similar to the 'Horizontal Sword Style' and the 'Vertical Sword Style'. Although it makes a mess, there is a rare trace of true meaning in it.
He also copied a copy of the "Guanghan Sword Sutra" and pondered the Sword Sutra when he was idle on Lingxing Island.
I was very surprised when I saw it that day.
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "I still have to give him some training. 'If jade is not polished, it will not become a weapon, and if a man does not learn, he will not be righteous. Otherwise, I would not dare to teach him the swordsmanship skills.'"
The better the talent, the greater the disaster if you don't follow the right path.
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