Chapter 1015: Ways? (Add to update the cat's head for the leader~)
Not only Feng Zichen, but now, almost all the monks outside the field have seen it.
They looked at the sword contest field with graceful figures, naturally like water. Under the impenetrable sword light, they even had an ink painting that had never broken in the corner of their clothes, and an ink painting that surged in their hearts with indescribable gushing out of their hearts. Shocked.
This shock stuck in their throats, making them unable to speak a word.
Top body movement? !
This ink painting actually has a wonderful body technique that is above the top geniuses of Qianxue?
His body technique is even better than the genius who is carrying the top inheritance of Xiaoyao Sect and Feng Family?
How is this... possible?
Everyone couldn't believe it.
Especially the monks from Xiaoyao Sect and Feng family.
The strongest disciples and the strongest body skills among them were actually compared by a mere ink painting. They were both emotionally and rationally, and they felt even more blind.
Elder Feng's face was even more ugly.
At the same time, his face was even more painful.
Especially, I thought of the "bold words" he said before the sword debate, saying that their Feng family had a superb body and skills, and this time he would definitely draw ink paintings and cut them under the sword.
Elder Feng's old face almost couldn't hold back.
Elder Zhang was shocked when he looked at the ink painting on Fang Tian's painting.
Is this the Qianxue Sword Contest?
Is this the most genius?
Originally, he thought that Feng Zichen's body skills were already incredibly powerful among his peers.
But I didn't expect that there was really a world beyond heaven and there were people beyond human beings.
There are even more powerful body techniques of this level than him.
"Ink painting..."
This name seemed to carry a magical power and was engraved in Elder Zhang's heart.
Elder Zhang turned his head again and looked at Elder Feng.
An old friend had a fight, and naturally he didn't want to see Elder Feng embarrassed, so he sighed and said with emotion:
"To be honest with Brother Feng, Zichen's talent for body skills is the only one I have seen in my life."
" "This talented genius is beyond my reach for the same generation in the Zhang family."
" That body technique inheritance is much more clever than the body technique passed down by my Zhang family. "
"But... you and I know some things too." "
"This It is a Qianxuezhou area with many geniuses and outstanding talents, one more than the other. "
"Brother Feng, there are people outside..."
Elder Zhang used his own house as a mat and praised the inferior family. At the same time, what he said was true.
Elder Feng felt a little relieved when he heard this. After thinking for a while, he sighed and bowed to Elder Zhang: "It's me who is attached to the face and has a desire to win. I'll underestimate you. The geniuses of various sects were so arrogant that they made Brother Zhang laugh. "
"Brother Feng's words are so serious," Elder Zhang shook his head, and then praised:
"Zi Chen, this child, has two unique skills. The more he practices, the more he becomes, the more exquisite he will be, and the future will be unlimited."
"You will be frivolous when you are young. With this setback, It is also a good thing to settle down your character. Don’t be too anxious for a moment.”
"Yes..." Elder Feng nodded, feeling a lot of relief.
But at the same time, he was still very confused:
"Brother Zhang, Zichen, this child, is in the Fengfeng Pao of Xiaoyao Sect, and the Fengfeng Pao of the Feng family, this is already It is the top body skills inheritance."
"This person called Mo Hua... What kind of body skills did he learn? He is even more sophisticated than the inheritance of my Feng family and Xiaoyao Sect?"
"This..."
" >Elder Zhang frowned.
He looked up again, looked at the ink painting, fell into deep thought, and then slowly pondered: "It is a...a unique inheritance of water-based body techniques, but it must be not flowing water." Step. ”
"The flowing water step looks like a cover."
"This body technique... flashes and moves in a square inch, and the body is like water, flowing with the waves."
"Its slowness is , like a stream rising from a mountain stream, its fast places are like a river flowing away..."
"There are thousands of changes in the subtle places, and when it flows, it will never stop..."
"In addition, there are some mists that are hazy, seemingly real and illusory, and cannot be entangled..."
"It's indeed brilliant, with a lot of exquisiteness in it, and my veins are a bit ancient and clumsy, and I can't tell the head..." Elder Zhang frowned.
Elder Feng nodded repeatedly.
The Zhang family is also a family of body and skills, and Elder Zhang is still in a state of extraordinary vision and insight.
But as he listened, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Brother Zhang..."
Elder Feng looked at the ink painting, then turned his head to look at Elder Zhang, with a strange look and couldn't help asking:
"Why do I think this kid is using it , is it your Zhang family's "Survival Steps"?"
Even the eldest elder of the Zhang family, he was really confused.
Zhang Lan behind him was tense, with a serious face, but his feet were stumbled on the ground, wishing he could dig a hole so that he could jump in.
"Survival?"
The eldest elder of the Zhang family frowned and was a little stunned.
This is really a possibility he had never imagined.
Not for not expecting it, it was really...
Even if he racked his brains, he couldn't figure it out. A disciple of the Taixu Sect, the leader of the Qianxu Formation, and the genius of the Sword Conference, Under what kind of opportunity will it take to cross tens of thousands of miles and learn the success of the Zhang family?
Moreover, this passing step was suppressed by Xiaoyao Sect’s Feng Step and the Feng Family’s Bagua Travel Step.
How can his Zhang family's steps be so powerful?
He thought, but is it possible? "Impossible..." Elder Zhang shook his head slightly, "Although this kid uses water-based body techniques, the spiritual power flows in the details, and there are a lot of changes. It is not like the step of the water. It's like a routine."
"What's more, the passing steps are the secrets that my Zhang family has not passed on. How can outsiders learn it?"
"Is it possible..." Elder Feng said worriedly, "It's the Zhang family's unique skill, which has been leaked?"
"No way!"
Elder Zhang said solemnly: "This is The inheritance of the ancestors, stealing the things and things from the ancestors, my Zhang family will never have such a traitor! "
"If there were such disciples, I wouldn't even cut him off and slapped him. He must also punish him to eat bran and choke vegetables in front of his ancestor's ancestral hall and kneel for hundreds of years..."
It was like a thunderclap on a sunny day.
Zhang Lan only felt her scalp numb, her head buzzing, and her whole heart was cold.
From the beginning, all his worries about Shuibu were realized at the same time today, unexpectedly.
Ink paintings are seen by people.
It would be fine to be seen, but this was seen by almost all monks in the Qianxuezhou area at the sword contest. br>
The most important thing is that he was seen by the eldest elder of the Zhang family.
This is not counting, but what is more serious is...
The Zhang family's body movements have been learned by outsiders.
This outsider learned better than his Zhang family.
It's so good that the elder didn't even realize that this was his Zhang family's thing...
This matter would be just not exposed, once the elder knew about it... …
Zhang Lan didn't dare to think about it at all.
He could only grit his teeth, sit upright, look ahead, and hold his breath.
Watch yourself as a "stone man" and dare not breathe.
I was afraid that if I took a breath, the elder would find that he had a ghost in his heart.
Elder Zhang did not doubt him for a moment.
After all, in his heart, the use of ink paintings is simply impossible for his Zhang family to be the passing steps.
And Fang Tian’s painting of the shadow continues.
But the situation of the battle is already very clear.
Feng Zichen, the strongest in Xiaoyao Sect, was overwhelmed by Mo Hua in his body skills, and was slower in swordsmanship.
Once the wind-type fast sword is slow, the power will naturally be greatly reduced.
He could not cut the ink painting under the sword in a short period of time.
Theoretically, he can make mistakes countless times. As long as he succeeds once, he will kill a sword.
Ink painting can succeed countless times. As long as it fails once and fails to escape a sword, he will also die.
But it was this, the seemingly simple but extremely slim sword, which made Feng Zichen feel extremely desperate.
And on the surface of Taixu Sect, Mo Hua is not the strongest, strongest disciple, but the genius of swordsman Linghu Xiao.
The ink painting was first hidden, then used the flowing water step, and then turned the flowing water step. It took Feng Zichen a lot of time again and again.
These time is for Linghu Xiao.
The other disciples of Xiaoyao Sect can suppress Linghu Xiao for a moment with the attack of the fast sword, but it is impossible for them to really beat him.
As time goes by, their swords will become slower and slower.
Linghu Xiao finally found a flaw while Mo Hua was delaying, activates Chongxu's sword energy and breaks the Feng Sword of Xiaoyao Sect.
As soon as the Feng Jian siege was broken, Linghu Xiao was like a tiger coming out of the cage. Under the cover of Cheng Mo and others, he began to kill all directions.
The disciples of Xiaoyao Sect will naturally retreat step by step.
The genius Feng Zichen of Xiaoyao Sect abandoned the victory or defeat, and only wanted to kill Mo Hua, or even just wanted to stab the Ink Hua with a sword.
Just just stab a sword.
As long as you can stab it, you can't kill the ink painting.
Even, it's fine to cut a corner of his clothes.
As long as you can really touch that figure that is like water, fog, and ghosts.
Apart from that, he did not want anything.
But he failed to hit.
No matter how fast his body movement is, no matter how fast his sword is, no matter how fast his meridians are, he can't even draw ink.
Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Xuan and the other four, killed four disciples of Xiaoyao Sect, and then gathered around to cover Feng Zichen.
Mo Hua, who was chased for the whole time, had free time, so he used his spell to "train" Feng Zichen with his backhand.
The result is no suspense.
This Xiaoyao Sect genius, the leader of the Feng family, lost just like that.
It's not just losing.
Before Feng Zichen's defeat, his face was pale, lost in his soul, and even his heart was vaguely broken.
This scene made everyone feel pity for a moment, and a sigh and regret sounded.
"Mo Hua is a serious sin!"
"What a shame, another genius, he was humiliated and abused..."
"I looked at it all Feeling uncomfortable..."
"Not Feng Zichen's fault, who would have thought that this damn ink painting would have such a good body technique?"
"Where did he learn this terrible body technique?"
"Where did he learn this terrible body technique?" >
"Which damn bastard is he who helped the evil and passed on his shameless body technique?"
Some people also realized the problem:
"This ink painting, body The method is so good, it turns out that I was cut off and fled in a panic before, and I was all acting? ”
"Hiss--"
Everyone took a breath.
"It's not a cat catching a mouse, but a mouse playing with a cat?"
"Is he teasing Feng Zichen?"
"No," someone else shook his head," He is not just teasing Feng Zichen, he is teasing all of us..."
At that time, everyone was gloating and waiting to read the jokes of Mo Hua.
As a result, all of them became jokes.
Everyone was played with by Mo Hua for another time.
When everyone thought of this, they were silent. Their faces were burning and their chests were filled with anger.
They were angry in silence, but they could only remain silent in anger, so they could not say a word.
But no matter what, the "name" of ink painting has become bigger again.
Of course, this title is full of criticism.
…
The sword competition was still going on afterwards, and the disciples of other sects began to compete.
Elder Feng was a little absent-minded.
And because of Mo Hua and Feng Zichen's magical body movements in front and the sword contest behind were all a bit boring.
Elder Zhang was also perfunctory to see it.
In this bland and boring "garbage" time, Zhang Lan was the only one with a straight figure like a clay sculpture, but his heart was as painful as a fire and cooking oil. Every minute and a second, he lived like a year.
I don’t know that after enduring for too long, Zhang Lan and others were irritated, and today’s sword contest was finally over.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
The audience around also began to end.
At this moment, Elder Zhang suddenly turned around and glanced at Zhang Lan with a deep gaze.
Zhang Lan's whole body was shocked, and his soul was almost scared. "Go back to home..." said Elder Zhang.
Zhang Lan was stunned for a long time before holding her breath and nodding, "Yes, the Great Elder."
He was restless and his tone was a little unstable.
Elder Zhang felt a little strange, but he had no doubt for the moment. He just felt that Zhang Lan was in a state of great excitement when he saw Qian Xue’s sword contest and so many top geniuses competing.
Elder Zhang was not surprised, but felt relieved.
There is heaven beyond the sky, and there are people beyond the sky.
This sentence applies to everyone.
Sometimes, if you don’t come out and take a look, you don’t know how big the world is and how many geniuses are.
Watching the moon in a well and being self-satisfied has no future.
Only by overcoming this hurdle in your heart, acknowledge the extraordinaryness of others, knowing your own shortcomings, not being arrogant or impatient, not being discouraged, and devote yourself to practicing, you can go a long way in the future.
Fang Tian’s painting shadow is dim, turning into pure white, and the image disappears.
Everyone stood up and left Mount Ludao in an orderly manner.
Zhang Lan also mingled in the crowd and walked down the Ludao Mountain.
His legs were a little stiff, and there was still anxiety in his heart.
But the elder did not raise any doubts, which was a blessing in disguise.
Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief.
After walking for a while, he turned around and looked at the blank Fang Tian Huaying. The confrontation between Mo Hua and the Feng family's top genius appeared in his mind. His body and water were integrated. Ten thousand swords passed by, but half of the blade appeared. The picture touching the body makes me shocked.
He was still a little unbelievable.
The little kid he met in the remote countryside of Daheishan, Lizhou, has not seen him for ten years and has now become the leader of the entire fifth-rank Qianxuezhou area and thousands of sects. .
It is the "pride of heaven" who can fight against famous geniuses of various sects at the highly anticipated swordsmanship conference without losing the upper hand.
Even thousands of monks hated him to the core, but they could not do anything to him...
"Ink Painting..."
This familiar name suddenly became very strange.
Zhang Lan was stunned for a long time, as if in a dream.
…
Returning to the Feng family, Elder Zhang ordered everyone in the Zhang family to say:
"Elder Feng and I have some important things to talk about. You can take action to see the mountains and see the scenery, and make friends."
"But the foundation-building disciples must have a elixir to walk together."
"Besides, this is the fifth-rank Qianxuezhou world, with many families and genius, no better than the Canglanzhou world of my Zhang family." "You must be careful when doing things and treat others Good, don't cause trouble." "
"Be sure to come back before the hour of Hai, otherwise the family law will be dealt with."
The disciples bowed and said, "Yes, the Great Elder." "Yes." The Great Elder nodded, brushed his sleeves, and left.
The disciples of the Zhang family were all relieved.
The atmosphere also became lively.
The disciples of the Zhang family were discussing where to go, or visiting relatives and friends, and some people called Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan is lazy, but she is easy and free and has a good reputation among the clan.
What's more, he is still a golden elixir.
Zhang Lan thought about it and went with her.
After leaving the cave, everyone walked around in the nearby Xiaoyao City, and saw the customs and scenery of Qianxuezhou.
The eyes are full of prosperity, and the flow of gold and jade are really beautiful.
The children of the Zhang family were amazed.
The only one is Zhang Lan, who has no mind and is full of thoughts.
As I was walking around, a disciple suddenly sighed: "The Qianxuezhou community is so good. Unfortunately, I can't come here to study, and my parents don't let me." "That's right, this time it was the Great Elder who brought us to watch the ceremony. I'm going back this time and coming again next time. I don't know when it will be."
"Qianzhou is too far away, and it may never come..."
"What a pity..."
Zhang Lan, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but feel moved when he heard this, and couldn't help thinking: " Do you want to find an opportunity... to meet Mo Hua?"
This time I came to Qianxuezhou, it was a coincidence.
After watching the sword contest, they were going back to Kanzhou. At that time, they were really far away and they had never met each other.
No one knows where the ink painting will go and whether we will meet again.
But...
Zhang Lan hesitated again.
He taught the way in the ink painting. Logically, he should "avoid suspicion" at this time, otherwise he would be in great trouble if the elder noticed it.
What's more, Mo Hua is busy with sword contests now and should not disturb him.
Besides, ink painting is no longer the same as before, and is already a genius who is highly anticipated. He may not remember who he is...
I don't know where to find ink painting...
< br>Zhang Lan was full of worries and hesitated for a moment.
But while he was hesitating, he remembered some of the feelings that the Great Elder often said.
The years of practicing Taoism are long, separation is easy, but meeting is difficult.
A person's life is a difficult situation, and many people have already met each other's last face in their lives without realizing it.
And this moment in front of him might be the only chance he can see Mo Hua again in his life.
Once you miss it, you will be one of your own parties in the future and may practice each other until your body dies and disappears.
The endless sadness surged in Zhang Lan's heart.
He thought about it and said to the others: "You guys go shopping first, I'll go see a fellow Taoist."
The others were a little surprised, but didn't ask much, but nodded one after another. Some people shouted "Brother Lan" and "Uncle Lan" and said: "Go early and come back early, be careful. ”
Zhang Lan nodded and said goodbye to the Zhang family.
He was going to find Mo Hua, but the problem was that he didn't know where Mo Hua was. After thinking for a while, he thought that since Mo Hua was a disciple of Taixu Sect, he must have returned to Taixu Sect after discussing the sword. Now.
"Taixu Gate..."
Zhang Lan hired a carriage, asked about the way, and headed towards Taixu Gate.
Xiaoyao Gate and Taixu Gate are both eight major gates, not far apart.
There are special roads between the main corporations, with chariots and horses like dragons, and convenient travel.
After about half an hour, Zhang Lan arrived at Taixu City, then compared the map, walked through the city street, followed the stone steps, and reached the mountain gate of Taixu Gate.
But when I arrived at the mountain gate, I was stopped.
It was the sword contest meeting, and Qianxuezhou was crowded with people, and monks from all walks of life were coming, and fish and dragons were mixed.
As there are too many people, it is easy to cause trouble.
Therefore, most Qianxue sects will strictly control access and refuse all foreign visitors.
Without the sect order and the elder's letter, I can't enter the mountain gate at all.
Zhang Lan was stopped outside the door.
Of course, he is not alone, and some monks who want to enter the Taixu Sect to find relatives and friends, or to see the grand occasions of the sect were also refused to enter.
Someone said something to the disciple of Shoushan, saying which elder he knew and which guest official, but it was useless.
This is a door rule and cannot be explained.
Zhang Lan stood outside the mountain gate for a long time and sighed helplessly.
It is difficult to force a person's encounter.
This may be destined by cause and effect.
The sky is getting darker, the sunset is setting, and the sunset is disappearing.
Zhang Lan's eyes were slightly dim, and he could only turn his head and walk down the mountain step by step along the long mountain road.
Step by step, stay away from Taixu Mountain.
…
And at this time, in Taixu Mountain.
Mo Hua finished the day of the sword contest and was walking towards the disciples with Situ and others, but as he walked, his heart suddenly jumped.
A inexplicable sense of familiarity surged into my heart.
The ink painting stopped.
Situ Jian asked, "Senior Brother, what's wrong?"
Mo Hua shook his head, stretched out his palm, and counted his fingers, then said to Situ and the others: "You go back first, I have something to do." Situ Jian and Cheng Mo looked at each other.
Mo Hua waved her hand, and without waiting for Situ and the others to answer, she walked towards the mountain gate.
At the mountain gate, there were many monks blocking at the door, which was a little noisy.
Mo Hua stood on the high steps and looked into the distance and saw a little sad back gradually fading away.
This back is covered in blue, very familiar.
Mo Hua was stunned, and was a little unbelievable at the first time, then her eyes became brighter and brighter, and a bright smile appeared on her face, and she shouted excitedly: "Uncle Zhang!" br>
This crisp shout passed over the high steps and reached the foot of the mountain, and also reached Zhang Lan's ears who were going down the mountain.
Zhang Lan was stunned, turned around slowly, and looked back and saw that Taixu Mountain was vast, clouds were covered with mist, and the fairy spirit was floating.
The mountain gate is vast and the mountain terrace is quaint.
At the end of the mountain platform, a beautiful young man was waving to him with a happy face.
It was already dusk and the sun was drooping.
But the boy's eyes were as bright as stars, and his smile was as clear and dazzling as the rising sun.
Compared with the child he remembered, it seemed to have changed a lot, but it seemed that nothing had changed.
A warm current flows from the heart.
The joy of meeting is like a sweet rain after the rain, growing in my heart.
Zhang Lan couldn't help but smile, his eyes were free and touching:
"Ink painting, long time no see..."
(This chapter ends)