After the rain was finished, Chu Feng walked out of the Taoist temple with his hands behind his back, leaning against the mottled ancient wall, and walking more than a hundred steps forward, and came to the edge of the steep peak, facing the flying sea of ​​clouds, with a calm face. At this time, a breeze blew, Chu Feng's clothes fluttered and his hair was raised. From a distance, it looked like a picture of a god coming to ordinary people.

Wang Lun, who followed, looked blankly for a while, knelt down and said in a earnest voice: "I would like to help the villain return to the mountain village and rescue the villain's wife."

Chu Feng, who was facing away from Wang Lun, felt a move in his heart. Wang Lun actually had a wife. He didn't say it in the original work. It's not surprising that Water Margin's perspective is all about a group of heroes who killed and set fire. Except for a few protagonists who were the Moduo, most of the others had no relatives to appear. As for Wang Lun, as the first village leader of Liangshanbo, he was in power. He was normal to rob a family on weekdays and rob a woman as a wife.

Thinking of this, Chu Feng turned his head and asked, "Did your wife stole it?"

This was Chu Feng's casual words, but Wang Lun's cheeks flushed, as if he had been insulted.

"Master Taoist, no, the immortal master, the villain's wife married before going up the mountain. Although the villain became a bandit, he was still a scholar in his bones. Therefore, he despised the bandits who stole his wife and daughter."

When Chu Feng heard this, he thought this white-clothed handsome man was quite interesting. As the leader of Liangshan and the godfather-level bandit, he despises the bandits. It is different for scholars to be bandits.

"Wang Lun, I don't care whether what you said is true or not. Since your injury has healed, you can go back. If I don't raise idle people here, go." Chu Feng began his routine pattern, just like he did last time to treat Lu Bu.

Wang Lun's face turned pale. When he went back, he fell into the hands of Lin Chong and Chao Gai's gang. He had no life left. He didn't care about the backbone of scholars and the face of the former camp leader. He kowtowed several times and said.

"The villain now has nothing, and his foundation is in the hands of others. Where else can he go? If the immortal chief doesn't agree, the villain will jump off the mountain and die."

After Wang Lun finished speaking, he stood up and trotted to the edge of the peak. He was originally doing it, but who knew that his feet slipped and fell down.

Chu Feng reached out to grab it, but only grabbed a piece of white cloth. Looking back, Wang Lun's floating figure in white clothes was still in the vast clouds.

"This is too..."

Chu Feng didn't know how to describe what was happening in front of him.

"Host, Wang Lun was transferred to the heavy fog by me. Go and get people."

"It's okay if you're not dead!"

Chu Feng walked over with a funny look on his face. Because the distance was not far, it didn't take long to arrive.

When Wang Lun was found in the heavy fog, Wang Lun was sitting on the cold and hard ground with a confused look on his face. He probably didn't understand what was going on.

"Wang Lun, is that okay?" Chu Feng reached out and helped Wang Lun up with a look of concern.

Wang Lun came to his senses and quickly bowed.

"Thank you for saving your life"

Chu Feng nodded and turned back to the Taoist temple.

Wang Lun followed behind. After this incident, he became honest and went to Chu Feng for several days. In addition to watching Chu Feng practice and rain, he went to the back mountain to catch fish and cook for Chu Feng.

At noon on the fourth day, Chu Feng was holding the "General Outline of Taoism" and sitting next to the spiritual spring in the back mountain, swallowing and exhaling spiritual energy, and practicing the Taoist scriptures and Qi training.

Wang Lun, who was sweating, came to the nearby area with a grilled fish served on a plate, and put the plate on the rock with a slight movement, just about to leave.

Chu Feng's voice sounded.

"Wang Lun, for a few days, you have been very capable of serving me. Well, I will go with you."

When Wang Lun heard the words he had been waiting for a long time, he knelt down with excitement on his face, kowtowed several times on the gravel, and didn't care if he was bleeding.

"Let's go, I'll come later." Chu Feng waved his hand, his face full of indifference.

Wang Lun quickly got up and left, and soon disappeared into the green grass.

Chu Feng looked at the surging waterfall, pondered for a moment, closed his eyes and said.

"System, inform Lu Bu and ask him to send Zhang Liao over. I want to take Zhang Liao to the World of Water Margin."

"good"

After saying that, Chu Feng continued to practice the Taoist scriptures and Qi Practice, constantly sucking and spitting out purple spiritual energy, his body was covered by purple spiritual energy, and his whole body looked mysterious and ethereal.

After a few breaths, the purple spiritual energy around him was consumed completely. Chu Feng opened his eyes and revealed his mysterious purple eyes, which looked very charming. After a few breaths, the purple eyes became normal eyes. Chu Feng turned his head to look at the spiritual spring that was emitting purple air in the past, and it was already dry inside.

Not enough! Chu Feng sighed lightly. During this period, every time he practiced to the level of Qi training, he ended in failure due to insufficient spiritual energy.

At present, it seems that if you want to become a true Qi training monk in the short term, you must practice with incense. With the incense you got from the end of the Han Dynasty, it is fine to practice the Qi Training Chapter. But in that case, he will go from normal practice to practice the Shinto and Shinto, and want to continue practicing. Either he will place his future on the illusory trust of ordinary people, or enslave and absorb the faith of ordinary people in a similar way to save sentient beings.

Obviously, neither of these two are in line with the principles of the great way. The real cultivation should be to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, resist the inner demons, baptism of thunder tribulation, and understand the way of heaven. This is what Chu Feng thought in his heart, and it is also said in the Taoist scriptures. The Taoist scriptures will never mislead people.

Just as Chu Feng was thinking, two heads emerged from the grass in the distance, not to mention Wang Lun and Zhang Liao who arrived. Because Chu Feng had been delaying here for too long, they came here.

"Host?"

"I saw it"

With Chu Feng's current cultivation level between refining essence into qi and refining qi into gods, he found that there was no problem with two ordinary people hiding in the grass.

At that moment, Chu Feng stood up, his figure flashed, and appeared outside the green grass.

Wang Lun and Zhang Liao, dressed in a civilized dress, quickly walked out of the grass and bowed down.

"Stirring the Immortal Celestial Practice, I will be a death sentence!"

"Get up"

After Chu Feng finished speaking, he did not stop. His figure flickered back to the Taoist temple and sorted out what he needed to set off, such as the Big Five Fire Seven Bird Fan, the Small Five Fire Seven Bird Fan, and some trivial things, all of which were put into the bottle of vows.

After finishing up, Wang Lun and Zhang Liao arrived. Under the scorching sun, Wang Lun was dressed in white and was gentle and gentle like an honest country private school teacher; Zhang Liao, who was dressed in a commonplace, had a strong body, a stern face, a slightly dark skin, and a righteous and upright person, still felt like a general who was on the battlefield. Some people's temperament could not be changed by their clothes.

"Set off"

Chu Feng and the two walked straight into the fog. As they walked, the fog became heavier and heavier. Finally, the light and shadow changed. The three of them appeared in a green forest. There were gurgling mountain streams and streams in the distance. There were several colorful birds singing in the forest near. A gray-black rabbit ran past the grass.

The three of them walked less than a stick of incense in the forest, and there was a sudden shout of killing in front of them. Then, twenty or thirty men holding machetes roared over, like wolves out of the cage.

Wang Lun looked at it and his face became very complicated.
Chapter completed!