Chapter 420 Opportunity awaits
“Thank you, Master!”
Hearing the name given to him by the big man in front of him, Wang Zhifan expressed his gratitude politely even though he was not used to it.
But what made him a little unbearable was that he himself, the person who had been given a name, was not very excited, but someone around him suddenly became as excited as a chicken blood, making him want to fly away immediately leave.
"Taoist Master Fanyun! The Master actually gave you a name himself! This is an opportunity that many monks would never dream of! And the Master gave you a two-character name! It is far better than the ordinary four-character name. The name is even more noble! This layman is so envious..."
The young super-genius Qingfeng layman acted quite exaggeratedly at this time. He stepped forward and grabbed Wang Zhifan's shoulders, his eyes almost widened and he said, almost completely destroying the handsome and unrestrained Confucian master he had given people since his debut. The image makes people feel that this guy is a passionate young man.
"Qingfeng..."
The master behind him couldn't stand it anymore. He had no choice but to remind this guy to maintain his image as a Confucian scholar, so he quickly took his hand back. , reluctantly returned to his normal appearance.
"Ahem... It is indeed a blessing for me to be named by my master... In the future, there will definitely be ink about me in the Disaster Chronicles... I hope that I can live up to everyone's expectations and serve me well. The human race has eliminated more demons..."
The three Buddhist monks standing nearby also congratulated Wang Zhifan, but their words were more sophisticated, so Wang Zhifan turned to them and said a few words to ease the embarrassment of the scene just now.
In this way, the discussion about Wang Zhifan's name has come to an end. No matter what Wang Zhifan himself thinks, his name in this world has been determined to be "Martial Master".
Because this title was given to him by the Master himself, the Master’s influence was so great that even if he rejected others, he would still recognize it.
Then, several people turned their attention to the nearby strange fantasy area, hoping that the master would rescue the Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword trapped in it, but the master shook his head slightly after hearing this, saying that there was no need to bother.
Just listen to what the Master said:
“You don’t need to worry, this illusion is a great opportunity for the person who is trapped. At most, in half an hour, she will get out of the trap and achieve success. The true form of Qinglong.”
"The true form of the Azure Dragon? Could it be that Master is saying that not only is little friend Mie Yue not in danger this time, but that he will be a blessing in disguise and achieve a super-innate realm?!"
After hearing this, the eminent Buddhist monk with more extensive experience suddenly showed surprise in his eyes.
Because he knows what is special about the Mie Yue clan, that is, for this clan, the innate realm can cultivate a special dharma, and the super innate can cultivate the dharma into a true body, which is stronger than ordinary people of the same level. There are many monks!
"Exactly, so you should not disturb too much and just wait patiently."
After finishing speaking, the master smiled lightly, then slowly swept his eyes over the people around him, and then said:
"It's over here, everyone. See you again if we are destined. Feng'er, when you return to the academy, you will be punished by copying "Cultivation Chapter" ten times."
After saying that, this man who plays an important role in the current world quickly disappeared. It leaves no trace in the air.
“Master’s teachings! Qingfeng takes them to heart!”
Although he has left, the young Confucian master Qingfeng layman did not dare to be careless at all. He faced the direction where Master just disappeared. He quickly bowed and saluted, returning to the standard Confucian image he had when he appeared on the stage.
As soon as the Master left, the three Buddhist monks next to him seemed to be secretly relieved. They looked at the strange illusion that was still changing, and sighed slightly:
"Super innate... Super innate... I don't know how much time and effort I spent in order to break through this bottleneck. I also had to use Master's secret medicine to help me, and I was able to barely break through... Now a hundred years have passed, but my cultivation is still stuck. At the peak of the first level, you can't even spy on the second level...but you will see the second level today. The three super-innate descendants with great future are really to be feared in the future..."
It turns out that the three old monks heard the master's assertion that the Dragon Girl will also become super-innate. When I compare myself to the situation, I realize that there is no comparison between people, and the more we compare, the more sad it becomes.
There is really no way around this.
Super innateness is supposed to be a very high level in this dungeon world. The three monks are all super innate, so they should be satisfied.
But there is also a huge gap within the great realm. For example, the master who just left is known to the world to be the super innate peak. It is said that he can break through to the saint realm at any time. There is a gap in the cultivation level between the three monks and the master. I'm afraid the gap between them and non-cultivating civilians is even greater.
It's okay that they can't compare with the Master. They will only feel like they are standing tall at the top of a mountain. But two young people with super innate realms appear in front of them in succession. How can they not feel emotional?
Now they will witness the birth of the third very young super innate, who is also a special super innate of the Mie Yue clan, making them feel even more like they have lived in vain at their age.
If they were fallen Buddhist monks, they would probably be driven by jealousy now and plan how to besiege and kill the newly born outstanding young people in order to balance their twisted hearts.
When the three monks were sighing, layman Qingfeng also looked very interested. He paid attention to the fluctuations of the strange illusion in front of him, and suddenly took out a tube of white paper, spread it out with one hand, and then used another The tip of one finger was pen and ink, and he began to write on the spot.
“The birth of a super-innate monk is worthy of celebration! I must draw a painting and write a poem for this!”
As he spoke, the Confucian monk entered the state of mind and began to use his finger as a pen to write freely on the paper, looking very scholarly.
Wang Zhifan was speechless and choked by the behavior of these people, and for a while he didn't understand what their brain circuits were.
On the one hand, he didn't quite understand why these people completely believed in this prophecy when they heard Master said that the Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword could break through the super-innate realm without any doubt at all.
On the other hand, he doesn’t feel that now is the stage where everything is over.
Because in the surrounding plains in the distance, there are still many Buddhist disciples and chivalrous people who heard the news fighting against the demons, this battle is not over at all! But the three Buddhist monks seemed to have no intention of taking any more care!
Originally Wang Zhifan didn't want to pay attention to other people's affairs, but when he thought that his mission in this copy was to help the Disaster Realm defeat the demons and help them repel the invasion, he had to remind the three monks:
"Three masters, do you need my help to deal with the remaining remnants of the demon world?"
He said it more euphemistically. On the surface, he was offering to help, but in fact, he was telling the other party that you three are old Monk, stop lamenting about life here! My disciples are still fighting bloody battles!
However, Wang Zhifan’s reminder did not wake up the three Buddhist monks from their special state. Instead, they turned to look at Wang Zhifan as expected and replied with a smile:
“Your Excellency Wu Zun, there is no need to Don't worry, let the remaining demons be dealt with by our disciples! This battle is a very rare training opportunity, and blindly helping will hinder the growth of the disciples."
It can be heard from their words that they did not suddenly become stupid and forget to pay attention to the current situation, but deliberately let their disciples solve the remaining problems in order to achieve the effect of actual combat training. "I see, I am stupid."
After hearing this, Wang Zhifan had to admit that the decision of the three old monks was reasonable, thinking that his own thinking had not changed.
Because this world is a typical extraordinary world, the power of many people does not always hold true, so it is necessary for the three eminent monks to put a certain amount of pressure on the disciples to let them experience selection and growth.
In a world where individual strength is not outstanding, it would definitely be a crime for a leader to let his subordinates face danger like this.
But this world is different. The purpose of the existence of the majority of disciples is to give birth to masters. Sufficient actual combat experience is very necessary, even if someone will die because of it.
Besides, according to Wang Zhifan’s current observation, the situation on the entire plain currently belongs to the absolute advantage of the human race. Those demon generals or ordinary demons have long lost their previous tyranny after two demon kings died and one disappeared. The momentum made most of them want to escape.
If Buddhist disciples can't even deal with enemies of this level and need help from a few experts, then there is really no need to train them. It is better for them to return to secular life and go home to marry a wife as soon as possible.
In this way, after a brief exchange, Wang Zhifan found that he seemed to have nothing to do now.
The three Buddhist monks all said that they would let their disciples gain experience, so it would definitely not be good for him to rashly attack the demons around him, but now two of the three demons are dead, and the other one is with the Moon-Destroying Dragon. The situation of the sword fight in the strange illusion was unclear. If he didn't choose to leave, he could only find a place to stare.
"Let's wait... The master said that the dragon sword can come out in half an hour at most. As long as his prediction is not too wrong, I can afford to wait... and I also want to see what the true form of Qinglong is."
After thinking about it for a while, Wang Zhifan decided to stay here to let himself rest after the war.
So, being a little bored, he chose to watch the Qingfeng layman who was showing off his passion.
This person's current performance can be said to be worthy of the Confucian style. He looks young and upright, holding a rectangular paper roll in one hand, and moving around on the paper with a single finger of the other hand. His eyes are sometimes focused. On paper, he sometimes raises his head to look at the strange illusion ahead, and occasionally observes the surrounding scene, appearing extremely serious and focused.
When Wang Zhifan walked quietly behind this person, he found that he was indeed painting, and the painter looked quite good. Except for the black and white colors, everything was very realistic, which transcended his understanding of ink painting. .
What he is currently painting is the surrounding scene, a vast plain land, a hazy and strange illusion, surrounded by five powerful figures with different auras looking forward to it, and there are two ferocious Demon Lord corpses on the periphery as a foil, revealing A chilling and cold atmosphere.
Wang Zhifan's figure is quite prominent among them. Not only is he alone in one place, but he can also be seen from his steps walking slowly from the direction of the corpse of the demon king behind him. The long sheathed sword in his hand is faintly emitting demonic energy, clearly indicating that The two Demon Lord corpses at the back were left by him.
"Good guy... This man is not good at choosing names, but his painting skills are first-rate. He is impeccable in both form and spirit... He drew this casually with his fingers. If there is I'm afraid normal pen and ink would be even more impressive... This is the painting Now it doesn’t look complete enough..."
After secretly admiring it for a few times from behind, Wang Zhifan had to admire that the Qingfeng layman who was a little speechless at first did indeed have two brushes, and his painting skills were definitely at the level of an ink painting master. .
Of course, there are still flaws in this painting. For example, the depiction of the illusion is still very blurry. It is obvious that a blank space was intentionally left. There is also a large void above the illusion. Five figures are staring at this void. , there is undoubtedly some filling to be done.
"Your Excellency Wu Zun, is this layman's painting still worthy of Dharma's eyes?"
Seeing Wang Zhifan admiring his work, layman Qingfeng, who had already completed most of the work, turned around and asked, with a hint of something in his tone. Earn your share.
"Not bad! Your painting skills are amazing, I admire you very much!"
Wang Zhifan nodded immediately and replied.
But he suddenly wanted to give this kid a little dimensional shock, so he spoke again:
"But seeing that Your Excellency writes like a god, I also feel itchy and unbearable. I wonder if I can borrow some paper?"
"Oh? That book should be seen by lay people!"
Qingfeng The layman became interested as soon as he heard this. He stared at the somewhat mysterious Wang Zhifan in front of him and handed him a new rectangular white paper. He couldn't believe that such a powerful warrior recognized by the Master was also proficient in painting. road.
Because as we all know, monks from various disciplines have certain areas of expertise. For example, Confucian monks are mostly involved in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, Taoist monks are mostly proficient in alchemy and talismans, and Buddhist monks are often interested in vegetarian diet research. Quite deep.
The only thing about martial arts monks who are different from the three major mainstreams but integrated with them is that there is no fixed impression. It may be that martial arts monks are mostly ordinary civilians. They work in various industries and have insufficient interests and hobbies. unified.
"Please wait a moment, layman."
Wang Zhifan would not deceive others when he took a piece of white paper. He did not understand painting techniques, but he could use tricks.
I saw him holding the white paper in one hand as if he was thinking about it, and secretly taking out a special piece of equipment from the backpack space with the other hand, the mage's power box.
"Image technique... I remember it is true, there is indeed one... Adjust it into the spell slot... Select the direction of the illusion area for the area of image..."
Wang Zhifan, who was ready to cheat, quickly adjusted. The treasure box put it back again, and then he stretched out a finger to make a drawing motion on the paper. This was a necessary performance.
However, when the layman Qingfeng standing next to him was curious about what was going on with him, a sudden drastic change occurred in the illusion!
First of all, the complex illusion flowing in layers and directions suddenly shook violently! Some illusions quickly collapsed visibly to the naked eye! Others are severely deformed, like growing soap bubbles!
Following this, some ancient, vicissitudes, majestic, and powerful aura appeared from the illusion, and this aura quickly became strong and eye-catching, making people outside the illusion instantly obsessed with it!
"The true form of the Azure Dragon! It is indeed the true form of the Azure Dragon!"
In an instant, the three Buddhist monks closest to the illusion screamed in shock. They had already seen the scene they were waiting for.
(End of this chapter)