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He supported Zhao Zhu'er for a long time, and after Zhao Zhu'er regained his strength and was able to stand upright, Zhang Wenfeng was in the mood to appreciate the shocking effect of Fang Bailan's great sword after he whispered "Shopkeeper, it's okay" through voice transmission.

Looking at the many panicked monks who stopped after the chaos dozens of miles away, and would continue to fall and flee if there was a slight disturbance, he was deeply moved. This is the deterrent effect of a master at a critical moment.

He had already guessed that what Fang Bailan used was the trace of power that Mo Ye left in the corpse.

I heard Mo Ye mentioned before that some benefits will be given to the slough.

Who would have expected such a huge force?

In essence, it is too far beyond the fifth and sixth ranks, and it is simply impossible for monks from the lower realms to match.

The clamoring Qu Weichi died unjustly, and became a jumping chicken that made an example of others. He was beheaded with a sword as a negative example.

Fang Bailan will be able to use this kind of power next time. I don't know when it will be?

No wonder she has to choose the right time, it should be just right now, Qu Weichi has only recovered to the fifth level not long ago, his strength is neither strong nor weak, and his escape speed cannot keep up with Jianfeng's killing speed, as for scaring the timid Qiu Wen to run for a hundred miles first , mostly intimidating elements, but Qiu Wen didn't dare to put his life on the gambling table, so he had no choice but to give in to orders.

Junior Sister is good at tricks and calculations, and the links are seamlessly intertwined.

A major event was actually accomplished by her.

Prestige and power have reached their peak in the three continents, and no one dares to accept the challenge for at least a hundred years.

After negotiating with Qiu Wen thirty miles away, some rules and regulations were settled. Fang Bailan did not deceive others too much, and completely treated and considered the interests of both parties as equals. Go ahead.

After the general direction was decided, Fang Bailan asked Qiu Wen to draft the document on the spot, and the two of them would each hold a copy after signing.

Floating north with Zhao Zhu'er and Zhang Guanzhu, he retired after completing the work, leaving the details for the monks in the three continents to argue, discuss, and decide.

A super-large-scale battle that was about to be fought, died down with a single sword strike.

After sending Fang Bailan and Zhao Zhu'er away, Zhang Wenfeng waited for the monks who had not yet returned in Dongyuefang City, and he had a leisurely drink at the viewing window of his "Xiankelai" restaurant.

The good news has long been transmitted through Feijian, and it is known to the dynasties of the Eastern and Western Continents.

The shopkeepers and clerks of Dongyuefang City seemed to be in high spirits during the Chinese New Year, chatting excitedly together in small groups.

You Mengchang saw Fang Bailan's shocking sword at a close distance, and he still hasn't come back to his senses. He sat across from him holding a wine cup in a daze. Thousands of years, hey, the five-level sword can be so powerful, that power is too strong, You Mou opened his eyes and gained insight."

Seeing Daoist Zhang who poured and drank by himself, he didn't have the consciousness to solve his doubts, You Meng coughed and said: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, it is better to be happy alone than to be happy alone. You seem to know the power that Fang Bailan borrowed. Do you want to clear up the confusion for You?"

Zhang Wenfeng paused and said with a smile that was not a smile: "You Lao, you are pursuing another direction, why are you obsessed with whether the ultimate power is strong or not?"

You Meng sighed and said: "At the end of power, different routes lead to the same goal. Since Zhang Daoyou knows, you can talk to me about it, that power is too powerful. More than 5000 years ago, I have seen countless people who are amazingly talented and brilliant. Which mighty person is staying in the lower world?"

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a moment, and said: "I heard her say once that she stayed in the world for thousands of years, just to break through the final bottleneck of the ninth level."

Yumeng is terrified and frightened. He is the eighth-level perfect monk, and the ninth-level can only stay in the upper realm for three to five hundred years. No wonder no wonder.

He couldn't sit still when he heard such news, he got up and walked back and forth.

With his cleverness, he guessed that that mighty man is the Lord of Moling Youjing, and only such a person can subdue three sixth-level monsters willingly obeying orders. Daoist Zhang has a big backer behind him, I don't know how to make friends with those high-level experts?

"Old You, please tell me, three broken and four broken but is there any other way to remedy it?"

Zhang Wenfeng asked.

You Mengchang floated back to his chair and sat down, shaking his head and said: "There must be a way, I know of several, it's not cost-effective, and the chance is not great, I advise you not to think about every way for the younger generation, someone If you can't keep up, you will be eliminated, which is in line with the ruthless law of heaven, and if you interfere too much, it will be harmful."

Zhang Wenfeng bowed silently, that's all, from now on, except Qian Jing, let everyone's affairs take their course.

The monks returned on the second day, accompanied by many forces representing the various cities of the Nanyuan Continent. In the future, Dongyuefang City will be the only common interest link of the three continents, and the shops in Fangshi will need to be readjusted.

I met and chatted with many old friends, and sent off many people one after another.

The day before Zhang Guanzhu was about to leave for his return trip, an old friend Cen Sanlin who hadn't seen him for many years came to the restaurant.

Through Cen Sanlin's narration, Zhang Wenfeng knew that Gao Yi, Hu Yanjian and other veteran monks in Weiyun Temple had failed to break through in the past few years, cutting off the way to advance to the fourth rank. It has been reduced to a second-rate sect in Chongzhou, which is beyond embarrassing to hear.

Cen Sanlin has already reached the perfect cultivation level of the Freedom Realm, seeing his elders and fellow disciples around him stepping forward one by one, but he has been procrastinating until now, he hesitated again and again, to meet with Zhang Guanzhu, and wanted to ask Zhang Guanzhu to help him guide him.

Stretching out his head and retracting his head, he was ready to give it a go.

You Mengchang sneered in the water-gathering bead: "Procrastinating, this guy is exhausted and deeply depressed. No matter how hard he fights, he will never be able to pass the test. Unless he does Sangong again, there is still a little hope."

Hearing Zhang Guanzhu's euphemistic reminder, Cen Sanlin suddenly realized, got up and bowed, and left.

It is the best way for him to re-repair Sangong and break through.

And only if you look down on him, a friend in need, will you tell him the way to die and survive.

Zhang Wenfeng returned to the sect to stay for half a month, and talked with Yue Anyan, Tu Kun and others. On a scorching summer afternoon, he hung his sword alone, refused Lu Zijin's follower, and started his long journey. Maybe , It will take two or thirty years to return to the sect.

According to the agreement, he first walked up and down Da'an, then went to Daying and Dayi, and then transferred to Daqiang in the north, Daliang and Qianxi Island in the west, and then spent three to five years in the Duxian Islands to accumulate merit. , refining and cleaning the jade skeleton, and completing the refining of the rune bone puppets.

Afterwards, cross the sea to travel to the vast continent, and experience the splendid and exotic customs of the practice world.

Chapter 721

Using footsteps as a ruler, measure the mountains and rivers of Da'an Dynasty from south to north, and from east to west. Zhang Wenfeng walks around the world with his sword, whether it is a barren mountain or a bustling city.

Traffickers and pawns, fishermen, woodcutters, farming and studying, and seeing people from all walks of life.

When there are robbers who rob the way, they will be killed at will, and those who are sick and destitute will be healed at will.

He does not seek fame or profit, and gives alms as he pleases. He has cultivated to his current state of mind, and he has long since lost the secular thoughts of saving the world and helping the people. The way of heaven, those who go against it correct it, and those who follow it follow it.

From midsummer to midwinter, it is rare to stay in one place for more than ten and a half months.

Youmeng Chang is so busy that he wants to stay somewhere for a while before appearing, other times he can't see his shadow.

It was dark and the days were short in winter. You Mengchang appeared beside Taoist Zhang who was climbing the mountain, and said with a smile: "Since we have arrived at the famous 'Moya Ancient Scripture Wall' today, let's linger here for a while and see how it has been for more than 5000 years. , What other powerful handwritings are there on the cliffs?"

Zhang Wenfeng looked up at the towering rocky mountain like knives and axes, nodded and said "good".

He is now at peace with the situation, and traveling thousands of miles is like reciting thousands of scriptures.

Many years ago, he accompanied Yun Qiuhe to spend some days on the ancient scripture wall of the cliff. He was inspired by a certain scripture on the scripture wall and felt the meaning of the sword. There are more and more monks watching from all over the mountain, and there are crowds of people everywhere, buzzing and noisy.

You Mengchang showed himself as a middle-aged man, and led Daoist Zhang to the southeast of the valley, ignoring the other concentrated monks, pointing to the deep valley, and said: "There is a path in the Jingshan Mountain, let's go to the hinterland of the Jingshan Mountain Look. Back then, there were still some stinky rules in the examination, and it was not easy to enter the Jingshan Mountain. Now that things have changed dramatically, it is convenient for the old man to know the way."

Climbing the rocks in Qiqu, he really used the way of "walking" to find the path down.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the nearby monks who hadn't noticed their existence at all, knowing that Old Man You used the unpredictable dream technique, he hurriedly followed, circling all the way down into the darkness, walking into a road In a quiet passage, there are strange rocks hanging upside down above the head, and occasionally water drops fall.

You Mengchang stopped in front of a mottled old stone gate, grabbed the stone ring and knocked, "Dongdong... Dong, Dong", and shouted: "Mistress Jingmei, open the door. It's not the way to welcome an old friend without closing the door. Ask for some water, see if there is any fresh content on the scripture wall, don't bother me too much."

Zhang Wenfeng wondered, is there still an expert living in seclusion in this place?

He is also well-informed now, and he has never heard of it.

Half a sound later, soft white light lit up in the deep passage, and there was a faint sound of silk and bamboo music coming from nowhere, which was pleasant to the ear, and the closed stone door made a heavy "creak" sound and slowly opened, and two teams of girls in plain white house skirts greeted them. out.

"Welcome to the distinguished guests, please come in!"

The girl in the palace skirt was neatly groomed for a week, revealing a large area of ​​dazzling white skin.

You Mengchang laughed and cupped his hands and said: "Ms. Jing Mei still talks about pomp and politeness like this. You will accept it."

He strode into the weird stone gate familiarly, ignoring the shadows in the depths of the darkness.

Zhang Wenfeng saw that the six girls who bowed down to welcome the guests were the bodies of world spirits. Somehow, they were able to dispel the ghostly aura. He became more and more curious about the Jingmei lady who lived in seclusion here?

Walking in the door, looking from the outside, the ordinary and empty hall has turned into a colorful garden, orange lanterns are lit up everywhere, and there are a little stars in the night sky above.

Zhang Wenfeng looked around for exotic flowers and trees, and walked along the shimmering broken jade path to an attic, where a maid in a pink skirt squatted down to salute.

"Guests please!"

Zhang Wenfeng walked into the attic, and the inside was very spacious. He saw You Mengchang, who looked like an old man, sitting cross-legged behind a jade table, talking with a woman covered in white gauze above him, so he bowed his hands and Zhang Wenfeng walked to the right Sit down on the empty jade table.

Listening to the conversation between Mr. You and Mrs. Jing Mei, it is obvious that they are familiar with each other. What they are talking about is the ancient almanac more than 5000 years ago.

A maid came forward with a jade pot and poured a small cup of wine for You Mengchang and Zhang Wenfeng respectively.

You Mengchang picked up the wine cup, smiled and said: "Borrowing flowers to present the fairy, I wish the fairy will get out of the cage as soon as possible, and get the road to ascend to the fairy world!"

Madam Jing Mei's voice was as sweet as gold and jade balls, and she said with a smile: "I don't know what year and month it will be, but today I can have an old friend as a guest, I am very happy, drink it!"

"Please!"

Zhang Wenfeng said a word, seeing that Lao You drank it happily, he used his spiritual sense and spiritual eyes to check again and again, the milky white wine was fine, so he drank it slowly, the taste of the wine was light, as if he had drunk it A glass of ice-cold spiritual energy liquid is very nourishing for Yuan Qi.

After drinking the wine, a maid brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread it out on the jade table, and knelt on the side to grind the ink carefully.

You Mengchang explained with a smile: "Zhang Daoyou, do as the Romans do, and guests who can be entertained by fairies with the 'Heavenly Spirit and Earth Liquid' are eligible to leave ink treasures. All the inscriptions that can be displayed on the 'Cliff Scripture Wall' came here. Guests stay."

The implication is that without the consent of Mei Niangzi, even if the words are engraved on the stone wall, it is impossible to count.

You Mengchang dipped the pen in the ink and wrote four characters in ink: "Life is like a dream."

The maid held the ink-drenched scroll in front of Mrs. Jing Mei. The woman did not comment, but looked at the Taoist priest with his chin crossed in thought.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't know what was so special about it, he thought for a while, and wrote a few ancient seal characters: "Irritability is better than cold, tranquility is better than heat. Tranquility is the righteousness of the world." Just as he was about to put down his pen, Mrs. Jing Mei suddenly reminded: "Please leave your name as a distinguished guest."

You Mengchang looked very surprised, it is a great honor to be able to write a name with a stone, and a foolish boy has a foolish blessing.

Zhang Wenfeng wrote his name on the side as he said.

Mrs. Jing Mei accepted the two scrolls, said a few words, and served tea to see off the guests.

A maid led the two of them out of the attic, and the outside had been transformed into a forest of steles, with waves of bamboo and the fragrance of flowers.

Walking in it, You Mengchang pointed out: "This is the authentic handicraft of the forest of steles that Mrs. Jingmei used her supernatural power to 'rubbing'. It is your first time to find an opportunity that suits you. Don't miss it. It's good to look for it without delay. It’s okay for a while.”

Zhang Wenfeng wanted to ask more questions, but saw that old man You was running faster than a rabbit in three turns and two turns, and had disappeared in the middle of the taller and taller forest of steles. He had to rely on his own feeling to search slowly. road.

The stele forests on both sides are towering like mountains, criss-crossing, and the fog is gradually rising.

He got lost in it, and what he saw was as big as a house, and he couldn't see the whole picture.

Chapter 722

Searching and searching, without a clue, Zhang Wenfeng wandered around in the forest of steles as silent as a mountain.

In the end he didn't know what to do, he forgot the purpose of his trip, and walked around in vain, like a long dream without end, he couldn't find the exit, and he couldn't fly. Slowly sat down and fell asleep.

The mist is like thick cotton wool, covering the whole person tightly.

You Mengchang walked out of the rocky forest, shook his head and said in a low voice: "It's a pity, there used to be a small world with a long history in front of me, and it was the closest to her. portion."

A chuckle came from the depths of the forest of steles, crystal water droplets condensed from the mist, and the collision made a sound like wind chimes.

"He has already been recognized by a small world. Fellow Daoist You brought him to try his luck. It is his luck that he is so greedy and not blamed by the concubine."

As the fog unwinds and changes, the forest of steles recedes, and the two appear in a valley with stone houses at the foot of Jingshan Mountain.

The body is still surrounded by clouds and mist, the trees are green, and the cold winter does not appear.

You Mengchang said "uh" a few times, and cupped his hands to apologize: "The little old man really didn't know, and the bastard never mentioned it. Otherwise, the old man would not take him to Jingshan Beilin Road, offending the fairy, forgive me!"

"Those who don't know are not guilty, and it's okay. I'm just too bored, and I'm passing the time by looking at the younger generation. What's more, I got an interesting calligraphy, which can add luster to the forest of steles. It's an unexpected harvest."

The woman's voice, bird bird, disappeared in the depths of the rocks and never sounded again.

You Meng would never wait and watch in the valley, he walked out of the valley leisurely, and became an ordinary middle-aged man again.

The sky was bright outside, and countless monks who watched the scriptures and stone walls, bathed in the morning sun, and the wind blowing in the mountain stream, scratched their ears and cheeks occasionally, and went down to find the stone house for retreat.

"Hey, there are new scriptures appearing, 'Floating life is like a dream', such ancient stone scriptures."

"Wow, there is also a line on the stone wall here, 'Quietness is the righteousness of the world', and there is a signature on the left, which is 'Zhang Wenfeng'... It is Zhang Guanzhu, the number one master of our Da'an Dynasty. Who saw the scriptures engraved by Zhang Guanzhu?"

"It is said that this ancient scripture wall on the cliff is a huge magic weapon. The treasure has a spirit. Not everyone can carve characters on it. They must be approved by the ancient scripture wall, otherwise it will be harmful to themselves. level of cultivation."

"It's not that mysterious, is it? Like I only have the cultivation base of Gradient Realm, and can't I only engrave two characters?"

"You can fly close and try to engrave some characters. It's your ability to leave two characters."

"I don't want to be fooled by you. I don't have so many spirit stones to compensate for destroying the stone wall and destroying the stone scriptures of the predecessors."

In the originally quiet morning, it became as noisy as a vegetable market. The monks who watched the scriptures from other directions all flocked to the southeast to check the newly appeared two lines of scriptures.

Numerous communication symbols were sent to various states and sects.

In less than half a day, news of the new stone inscriptions of Zhang Guanzhu in the Immortal Temple appeared on the ancient scripture wall of the cliff, which spread throughout the entire Eastern Continent. Many fourth-level masters came to see it quickly, and try to find the legendary opportunity.

You Mengchang admired his calligraphy for a long time, the writing is really majestic, but he regrets that he didn't leave his name on Le Shi, and he glanced at Taoist Zhang's few serious ancient seal scripts, it's just like that, not as good as his The words are written in one go, but Jing Mei's wife likes the new and dislikes the old, so he has no way to do it.

Take advantage of the crowds to slip around and capture some daydreams.

You Mengchang went to other places again, and the descendants of the Chou family did not know where they were hiding, so he had to work tirelessly to find them.

After a good night's sleep, Zhang Wenfeng opened his eyes only to find that he had fallen asleep sitting leaning on a rock. The valley was secluded and the sun was dappled. He wore a bamboo hat on his head at some point. He saw someone coming out of the stone house in the valley and flying away. He floated up, there was no protection around him, and old man You was nowhere to be found.