Chapter 614 The superposition of sword intent is endless
It was a beautiful spring day and the blue waves were boundless. 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 the magic weapon monk's ability to superimpose six strands of power with one punch, 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 painfully inside the bead, and could only wake up once every ten days. Even so, You Mengchang still insisted on being washed and washed by 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.
Normal storms on the sea are unpredictable, and after staying there for so long, he has become accustomed to it.
Walking back to the island, heavy raindrops pattered down, and the strong wind whipped 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 white mist rising from a suit. 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 waves. Before one wave subsides, another wave has arisen. I don’t know if it is right?"
Zhang Wenfeng praised: "Master Magical Treasure 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 can practice underwater and take a rest."
"Don't worry, I know what's going on. I'll stay a little longer before I come back while my insights 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.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't need to practice spiritual 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 used freehand brushwork to describe the scene of huge waves crashing on the rocks. I opened and closed the brush in a wide-open and wide-open manner, focusing on momentum rather than form. I was immersed in it until I finished the painting.
The flowing sword intent and the waves came one after another, smearing an almost completed painting beyond recognition.
When the brush became bald and I stopped, the ink was dripping on the eucalyptus 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 mountainous area, and saw the miscellaneous tree that he had spent two months cultivating with wood gas.
, it was broken until it was only about ten feet tall.
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The fresh tree stumps seemed to be cleft with mocking mouths 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 by late autumn, the old man Mengmei inside the water-gathering bead fell into a deep sleep. Miraculously, Mengmei's soul power was shaky 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 sluggishness on his body disappeared, 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 of 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 was that his father was anxious to get angry and urged the two of them to do so.
People are getting married quickly, and as the host 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 and still call her an equal.
Called by peers.
Forget it, let everyone call them what they want, 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 the Capital Academy as a guest. He did not want to stay longer.
It's 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 the people's education. I will bring glory to my family and 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, 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, so I invited a few people to take three luxurious carriages, and took them to the inn to settle down, and then 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, which is one of the few in existence and can be used as medicine. He then went to a restaurant to hold a banquet to wash away the dust, and entertained the guests as if they were at 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 saw off the group of four people 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, a wine worshiper from 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 hurriedly stepped 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 specifically 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 good at learning. Rong Shuzhi, please accompany me forward, and I will test your poetry."
"It is better to obey orders than to be respectful. Please give me the wine, sir!"