The next day, the sun penetrated the mist and shone on Liuyun Mountain.
One night later, the news of Zhang Mo's victory over Situ Shuai spread throughout the entire cultivation sect like the morning breeze.
Defeating Situ Shuai is not big news. After all, there are many warriors and Taoist sects who can defeat Situ Shuai. However, it is news that his peers from the auxiliary sect defeated him.
More importantly, it is said that the whole process was tragic, disgusting, and funny. This is big news again.
Various tragic and embarrassing scenes of Situ Shuai were described vividly and spread like the wind.
The sun fills the path, and mottled light and shadow dance on the stone slabs of Anpingju Garden.
Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind disturbed the tranquility. Along with the fluctuation of vitality between heaven and earth, a figure came from the sky. His clothes were fluttering, his hands were behind his back, and he had an elegant demeanor - it was none other than Master Chai Xun.
"Zhang Mo", Chai Xun called Zhang Mo from mid-air.
Zhang Mo was reading in the room when he heard someone calling. He hurried out and saw it was Chai Xun. He couldn't help but was shocked and said: "Teacher Chai, why did the wind bring you out? Please come in and sit down."
Chai Xun still stood tall in the air, like an immortal, with gentle eyes and a magnetic voice: "Zhang Mo, in yesterday's battle, you used the magic talisman to defeat Situ Shuai, which is commendable.
To bring honor to my auxiliary sect, this wolf-hair talisman pen was something I carried with me when I was young. Today, I give it to you. May you continue to add glory to the auxiliary door with this pen. "
Zhang Mo listened respectfully, with layers of emotion surging in his heart.
Master Chai Xun slowly took out a pen from his sleeve. The wolf hair had a soft luster, and the pen barrel was engraved with cloud and dragon patterns, exuding an extraordinary aura.
A beam of light flew towards him, and the Langhao pen appeared steadily in his hand. Zhang Mo quickly bowed and bowed.
Chai Xun chuckled, said a few more words of encouragement, waved his sleeves, and turned into a stream of light.
What a masterly style!
Zhang Mo sighed in his heart, holding the talisman pen with trembling hands, and a surge of emotions arose in his heart: "This price is so expensive."
I had inquired before that the market price of the Three-Headed Demon Wolf Wolf Pen is 37 taels of silver!
It is enough to cover the expenses of 10 ordinary families for a year.
Zhang Mo was overjoyed and returned to the house. Just as he put the talisman pen away, there was another wave of vitality in the air, and someone came again. Zhang Mo hurriedly walked out.
A gentle but strong air flow hovered over the small courtyard, and Ji Chen's voice came from the air, low and powerful: "Disciple, come out."
Zhang Mo walked out of the house and saw Ji Chen, wearing a blue shirt, suspended in mid-air, seeming to be integrated with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
Zhang Mo quickly saluted in the air, but he was wondering why he didn't come down to talk. It made his neck hurt!
Ji Chen's eyes penetrated the sky and fell on Zhang Mo. His eyes were full of appreciation. Then, he slowly took out a scroll from his arms, "Jade Policy of Classics".
"This "Sutra Jade Policy" records my lifelong understanding of the way of sutras. I see that you are talented and intelligent and have extraordinary understanding, so I specially teach this to you.
I hope you can stand on my shoulders, explore a deeper realm, and draw your own world. "Ji Chen's voice was filled with irresistible solemnity and majesty.
Ji Chen's fingers trembled slightly, and the book fell into Zhang Mo's hand.
Zhang Mo took the scroll, his palms were slightly warm, and he quickly knelt down and kowtowed in thanks.
When he looked up, he saw that Ji Chen had turned around and turned into a blue light, drifting towards the sunset, leaving only a faint voice echoing in the air: "My way may not be your way, think more about it yourself" Come on, master, show me in, and it’s up to you to cultivate immortality.”
Ji Chen's figure disappeared into the sky, while Zhang Mo held "Sutra Jade Policy" tightly, stood up, patted the dirt on his pants, and turned back to the room.
I played with the langhao talisman pen a few times and read a few pages of "Classics and Jade Policy". I felt really uncomfortable.
"Jing Jade Policy" is indeed Ji Chen's experience for most of his life. The explanations are full of subtleties, but Zhang Mo is not very clear about many parts.
'The most important thing in the scriptures is to attack people who are not prepared and disturb them invisible; to catch people by surprise and move them invisible. '
"The scriptures about the sharpest attack and the power to break through mountains and rivers are often broken by the enemy, not because of lack of strength, but because when activated, the power is surging and the color of the sky and the earth changes, which is enough to attract the enemy's warning;
On the contrary, harmless scriptures, like the gentle spring breeze and making no sound, may be able to influence the world. These scriptures are just like a cat walking at night, with no wind at every step. When facing the enemy, the chance of victory is invisible. '
Zhang Mo wondered, "Harmless scriptures? Since they are harmless, how can we kill and injure the enemy? What Ji Chen wrote seems to be similar to his own 'mind-disturbing' scriptures and humane scriptures, but they are different." "
While he was thinking, Zhang Mo felt his vitality fluctuating again. Knowing that someone was coming, he quickly put down his book and went out to greet him.
A figure is like a dragon flying through the clouds, arriving leisurely, standing tall in the sky, its clothes fluttering.
Fuyaozi's disciple, Mu Feng, is dressed in scribe's clothes, looking chic and eye-catching.
"Junior Brother Zhang, I am here on behalf of Master. Your ability to defeat that Situ Shuai has indeed brought glory to our auxiliary sect and has also set an example for all my fellow sects. Therefore, I am here to send you a congratulatory gift."
Zhang Mo was both happy and helpless. Why don't you come down and stand in the air? Aren't you afraid of getting caught in the wind and catching a cold?
Although he was slandering, Zhang Mo still looked at Mu Feng and shouted his thanks: "Thank you, senior brother. Please tell Immortal Fuyaozi that this disciple must practice hard and live up to the kindness of the Immortal in giving elixirs." Then he bowed and thanked.
Mu Feng smiled slightly, and an exquisite ancient wooden box slowly floated into Zhang Mo's hands.
Immediately, he turned around and flew away in the wind.
Zhang Mo was overjoyed and hurried back to the house with the wooden box in his arms.
When I looked at the wooden box, it was simple and elegant. It was covered with traces of time. I don’t know what it was made of, but it was hard and heavy to hold. The surface was carved with fine cloud patterns.
The moment you open the wooden box, the fragrance like agarwood hits your nostrils, making you feel refreshed.
Inside the box, four small porcelain bottles lie quietly, each one a work of ingenious craftsmanship. The bottle body is crystal clear, like a glass plant, and the exquisite bottle stopper is sealed with wax to ensure the purity and stability of the elixir.
One of the bottles is Huanglong Pill. The golden light inside the bottle is shining like condensed liquid sunlight. Needless to say, this is a good pill that provides vitality. When I uncorked the bottle, I saw that there were actually 10 pills!
10 pieces are 10 taels of silver!
Zhang Mo smiled like a flower. Before, he had to earn 500 Wen from chopping firewood for half a year, and he could buy a Vitality Pill. Now, 10 high-level Huanglong Pills came to him. How could he not be happy?
The other three bottles are:
"Purple Mansion Yuan Dan" is lavender in color, as if it contains the light of stars. This elixir can quickly restore the monk's vitality. It is much better than ordinary Yuanqi Dan. It can not only restore vitality, but also has a certain blood replenishing effect.
There are 3 pieces in total. The market price is 2 taels of silver each, which is 6 taels.
"Jade Clear Pill", with a green color as clear as jade, is a top-grade healing pill that can quickly treat serious internal injuries. There are 4 pills in total, with a market price of 1,250 Wen. The total value is 5 taels.
1 "Spirit Gathering Pill" emits a faint blue light, like stars in the night sky. This pill is specially designed to assist the cultivation of the soul, condense thoughts, and enhance telepathy. It is of great help in cultivating spiritual consciousness and tempering the soul. This pill But it's very expensive. It costs 6 taels of silver each, so it's not easy to buy.
The total value is 27 taels of silver!
"Luxury!"
Zhang Mo praised them and looked at these elixirs carefully. From sight to smell to touch, every detail made him feel the kindness of the auxiliary sect master in cultivating him.
Zhang Mo took the jade box and felt a warm current in his heart. He replied softly: "I, Zhang Mo, will keep this kindness in my heart."
Then he said with emotion: "It seems that you have to beat people often. Otherwise, where will the rewards come from? Thank you, Situ Shuai."
In the afternoon, Slender Monkey Yukong came to visit, and his figure cut across the sky like a meteor falling into the small garden of Anpingju.
When he landed on the ground, the skinny monkey's clothes were fluttering. He stepped on the bluestone and shouted: "Zhang Mo, you are really popular. You are now a celebrity. You have created the 'disgusting flow tactics', and some people have given it to you." You took the name, 'The Patriarch of the Nasty Style Battle Technique', haha."
Zhang Mo stood up in horror and shouted: "No, what bastard gave me this nickname?"
This is not a name, it is simply a slander!
This is a humane scripture method of warfare!
A group of guys who don’t understand art or the road.
Thin Monkey praised: "However, although the name is unpleasant, your physical interference or mental interference tactics are very unique. This kind of tactics gives people a headache."
Zhang Mo cursed for a while, until his mouth was dry, he stopped, took a sip of tea, and said helplessly: "'The Patriarch of the Disgusting Style Battle Technique' is really... too disgusting. I actually thought of something, 'Feng Yue' How about Sanren? It sounds much more elegant."
Shouhou laughed loudly: "'Fengyue Sanren'? It's much more elegant, but can you boy be worthy of the word 'Fengyue'?"
The thin monkey chatted for a while, said that he still had something to do, and then set off to say goodbye.
On the side of the warrior sect, all the disciples were full of enthusiasm, full of challenge, and wanted to get back on their feet right away.
But when they heard about the unusual contest between Situ Shuai and Zhang Mo, they all began to make excuses. Some said they had suffered minor injuries during practice.
Some people say that they suddenly remembered an urgent matter that has not been dealt with... There are various reasons. It can be said that they are taking advantage of the east wind, nothing more than this.
Zhang Mo's reputation rose to prominence because of the verse with the word "fart".
The attitude of his disciples towards him was complicated and subtle: they admired his wit, but also felt a bit of fear.
In this continent where martial arts is respected, the face of a warrior is extremely important. Face cannot be lost unless it is a last resort.
Therefore, although no one said it openly on the surface, they were secretly glad that they had not become a victim of that contest.
After all, making a 'big fart' when you are majestic in public, especially making a fool of yourself in such a ridiculous way, is even more embarrassing than being wounded by a sword.
In this way, Zhang Mo's battle not only won him a reputation, but also inadvertently created a new school of tactics.
Although the "disgusting flow" in people's mouth does not sound very pleasant to the ears, no one can deny that it has begun to have a subtle impact on the fighting atmosphere in Liuyun Mountain.
And this subversion, this challenge, is Zhang Mo's most profound reflection on traditional martial arts.
Anpingju Xiaoyuan
Zhang Mo was sitting on a futon beside a flowing water, surrounded by graceful willow trees and fluttering butterflies. Everything in the small garden seemed extremely peaceful, and even time seemed to slow down here.
Now that he has 10 Huanglong Pills, Zhang Mo is not polite, he swallows one directly, and then attacks the ninth level of Foundation Establishment. Now, in the entire Liuyun Mountain, he is the only one who is at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Mo put the Huanglong Pill into his mouth, and suddenly a gentle but powerful medicinal power surged through his body like a tide. He began to follow the cultivation method, guiding the medicinal power to wash through the meridians and circulate throughout the sky.
As the medicine penetrated, the vitality in his body gradually filled up, like an overflowing stream, and began to roar towards the realm he longed for day and night.
The secret meridians were opened one by one under the impact of powerful medicine and vitality. Each time a meridians were opened, his cultivation became more stable.
The expression on Zhang Mo's face alternated between pain and joy. This is the normal state of practitioners - looking for a way forward between bliss and extreme pain.
The night was deep, the stars were getting thinner, and the sky was white as fish belly, Zhang Mo suddenly heard an inaudible roar in his body. It was the echo of the air flow in the meridians, announcing the arrival of the ninth level of foundation building.
His body seemed to have gained some kind of wonderful lightness. Looking at his own cultivation, he had already jumped to the top of the foundation.
A sense of relief that he had never felt before came to his heart. Zhang Mo slowly stood up, concentrated his energy, and his feet slowly lifted off the ground. Although it was only a few feet away, it was truly in the air.
He was like a baby that had just learned to walk, carefully feeling this new ability, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise, revealing a proud smile.
In the dim light of dawn, a new day in Liuyun Mountain has begun, and Zhang Mo can proudly announce that Liuyun Mountain has no eighth-level disciples of foundation construction this year, and he can control the air...
