When it was almost dusk and the sky was filled with red clouds, a group of four people flew from the southeast. Half an hour before Fuyu City was about to close the city gate, they landed on the ground outside the south city gate and walked leisurely along the gravel avenue. Walk to the city gate with obvious traces of time.
Zhang Wenfeng raised his head and looked at the jade plaque inlaid above the city gate. The ancient seal characters "Fuyu South Gate" were blown by wind and rain, and the passage of time blurred the outline of the characters, but it was still difficult to conceal the great atmosphere contained within.
He looked at it very carefully. There were not many monuments like this in the Eastern Continent that were created by great monks.
The dark-skinned young man stepped forward and handed the leader of the monks guarding the door an identity card with a simple color and complex patterns. The monk glanced at it casually, without looking at it carefully, and extended his hand in greeting.
Every year, there are many young men from aristocratic families who come to Fuyu Ancient City to visit the historical sites. They bring fourth-level guards to show their status, and they are also accompanied by young men and women to serve them. The guarding monks have seen too much, so they can just have an attitude of not offending or flattering. .
"Sir, it's getting late. Let's go to the city and have a rest. It won't be too late to come back tomorrow to observe."
The swarthy boy trotted up to Taoist Zhang who was pretending to be a master. With a smile that was one part flattering and one part oily, he whispered a reminder.
After You Mengchang's skillful spell casting, Liande, whose face had already turned dark blue and could no longer be seen as human, used illusion magic to transform into a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl with bright eyes and white teeth and a body that has not yet fully grown, with her hair tied in a maid bun. Wearing a light blue armor and a white dress.
She is a very slim and young girl who has just grown up. "I want you to talk more."
Mr. Zhang was disturbed from his enjoyment of admiring the ancient monuments, so he scolded him, then pointed his chin at the person and swaggered toward the door.
The tall and lanky man kept a distance of three steps from Mr. Zhang, following each step, and only had eyes for the master in front of him.
"Yes, the little one should be slapped."
The dark-skinned young man stretched out his hand to give himself a slap in the face, then turned back to glare at the maid Liande who was snickering behind him. He changed his face and cursed in a low voice: "Stupid, stupid girl, I'll deal with you later, no. Give your eyes a try."
Liande immediately burst into tears. He was so proud that he couldn't get carried away.
When all the young masters and servants entered the city and disappeared without a trace, the monk guarding the city gate said "poof" in a low voice and cursed in his heart, "You little thing who takes advantage of people's power." He waited boredly for the sky to turn dark so that he could close the door. , after delivering the errand, I went to Yichun Tower with a few brothers to have a few drinks in the evening and listen to music for fun.
Tianqian Continent is different from several other continents. Mortals and monks live separately and will not mix in the same city.
In the early stages of the rise of spiritual energy, there would still be some mortals doing business in Fuyu City, doing manual labor, shops, dirty work, etc. that monks did not want to do. After a few decades, there were not many mortals in the city.
Mortals live in the wild, have low status, and have their own mortal towns.
There is a mixture of large and small forces in the city, fighting for the right to speak and dividing the resources in the wilds based on their strength. Of course, there are also loose cultivators in the wilds. Those are the down-and-out monks who have not been able to get along as they wish. They do not want to rely on the forces in the city. They live a miserable life and may one day be captured by the city. The monks looked for trouble and took away the forbidden cultivators and threw them into the mines, never to see the light of day again.
We rented a courtyard at an inn in the city and stayed there.
Before the city gate closed, You Mengchang quietly left the city and flew to the northeast.
After a night's rest, Zhang Wenfeng took the tall and thin man around the city the next day. After walking a few streets, they encountered several disputes between monks. They exchanged greetings with vulgar words. Those who refused to give in to each other even got into life-and-death disputes. See the results on stage.
Zhang Wenfeng watched a fight between the two sides. The fight on the stage was extremely fierce, but in his eyes, it was just like children playing house.
His level of cultivation is too high, and the fighting between the second and third levels is beyond his scope.
Unless it's a particularly talented battle that can make him feel bright.
The fourth-level monks are the top experts in the city. They are talkative people belonging to various factions. They will not quarrel in public like street gangsters. They have their own ways to resolve disputes.
He was followed by a fourth-level guard. Even though he only had a third-level cultivation level, he was capable of running amok and no one dared to provoke him.
It is impossible for the forces in the city to fight for the sake of their subordinates.
There is a conflict between the young masters of the aristocratic families, and the monk who chooses to embarrass the young master, whose mind is full of muscles, also knows that he should not provoke the aristocratic families who are not on the same level.
Zhang Wenfeng walked like a crab for a long time, freely entering and exiting several city gates to observe various historical sites. No one stopped him and asked for his identity card to check.
There is a blue-black boulder more than twenty feet high lying leaning inside the west city gate. It is the "Sword Testing Stone" left over 5,000 years ago.
The outward side is as flat as a knife, and is engraved with the word "sword" about ten feet in size.
The brush strokes open and close freely, vertically and horizontally, and the strokes at the turning points are extremely fine. After thousands of years of wind and rain, and the baptism of time, many shallow and fine strokes are no longer discernible.
Zhang Wenfeng flew up to the level of the word "Jian", carefully trying to figure out the lingering meaning of the sword in the word "Jian".
The sword characters in front of you are the words of a high-level swordsman using a sword as a carving knife, and he carved his understanding of "kendo" on the sword test stone in one go. The last one is as straight as a sword, with sharp edges and a strong killing aura, which will serve as a reference for future generations. A monument that has benefited for thousands of years has been left behind.
For the next ten days or so, Zhang Wenfeng spent most of the time in front of the sword-testing stone observing Wu Jian.
For many years, he had never found a sword intention that could make him sense the sea of consciousness.
So far, he has understood the five sword intentions of "flowing water, entangled silk, dead wood, Lihuo, and light cold". Among them, he has a special liking for the flowing water sword intention and has studied it the most deeply. Perhaps it is related to his magical sword power.
Followed by Deadwood and Guanghan, and at the bottom is the Lihuo Sword Intent, which was the first demonstration of Zhennian by Zhenjun Merlin. He spent a lot of time to understand the sword intention, but his understanding was far less than the other ones, and he used it less. .
After being promoted to the Guiyi Realm, his vision and state of mind seemed to suddenly open up, and he learned something new about the sword intention he had learned before, so he held the sword every day in these years to deepen his understanding.
Always enlightened and always new, changing with each passing day.
He was immersed in the sharp edge of the last vertical line of the word "sword" every day, trying his best to forget about things and me, trying to integrate himself into it and feel the majestic momentum of the sword falling straight down and swallowing mountains and rivers.
One night half a month later, You Mengchang quietly sneaked into Fuyu City and returned to the guest house.
Zhang Wenfeng has been keeping the swarthy boy and Liande in the inn these days, so as not to confront the fourth-level monk and break Liande's concealment spell. Of course, even if someone sees through it, it won't be a big deal.
It's not a big deal for a young master from an aristocratic family to travel with a demon spirit.
"It's done. Let's go home tomorrow."
There was a happy expression on You Mengchang's face, and his mind was clear. He could practice in deep sleep, and he was able to break through the realm.
