Chen Changge had been drunk and slept for three days since the night of Hanlu, and he woke up leisurely today, but he was still dizzy and full of sleepiness.

Zhang Baiseng entered the quiet room with a new set of white robes in his hand to see Chen Changge wake up, and said warmly: "Wake up, come out to eat." ”

Chen Changge changed into a white robe and walked out of the quiet room, only three or five steps, he felt a little strange, the original strong physique was reduced a few points at this time, but the heat in the limbs and hundreds of bones was melting, and the gestures were full of strength, the whole person was a lot lighter, and the breathing was even longer, and the small movements of the autumn insects not far away were extremely obvious in his eyes, and the feeling was very keen, and the leaves fell and the wind blew the footsteps of passers-by outside the temple, and the breathing was extremely clear.

The sloppy monk Ji Rong was competing with a chicken leg in his hand, watching Chen Changge walk out of the quiet room, and said sarcastically. "The kid drinks too badly, it's really embarrassing for the monk. ”

Zhang Baiseng handed over a pair of chopsticks and asked lightly. "What's changed?"

"It feels a little different, but I can't tell. ”

Chen Changge, who could only feel the turbid or refreshing breath in the air, had a new understanding, and there was an indescribable majestic breath flowing in the air, and he only felt a stuffiness in his chest when he inhaled it in the previous way.

At this point, Ji Rong's breathing method that has been strictly disciplined for fifteen years has changed greatly, originally it was to suck one and spit three, now it is to suck four and spit one, and the remaining three points sink into the dantian, and then differentiate, penetrate the limbs, and then slowly spit out, the cycle repeats, Chen Changge feels that the five organs and limbs in the body are full of warmth, and the thirty-six acupoints in the body have qi flowing, and he has repeatedly felt that the body has sunk consciousness.

Zhang Baiseng looked at the white-clothed young man who had entered the meditation and said slowly: "Fifteen years of foundation building, Qingluan Dingling refining body, this time entering the meditation, you can almost reach the eighth order."

"Barely counted as the eighth order, the third order is all ordinary reckless people, when to reach the first order, it can be regarded as the first order, ordinary martial arts cultivation can only know how to turn the aura in the body into qi, after reaching the first order, you can condense the aura in the body to drive it to enter the martial arts, after the first order, this fivefold realm is the true essence of martial arts. Although the drunken monk Jirong's tone was lazy, his eyes were extremely hot.

Ji Rong asked casually, "Old boy, have you been working hard in this town spirit realm for twenty years?"

"Twenty-three years, twenty-four years old to the first level, three years later into the town spirit, now more than half a hundred years old, in this town spirit realm is twenty-three years, no benefit. Zhang Baiseng sighed deeply, shook his head and said: "The fivefold realm of Zhenling, Taixuan, Guiyuan, Dihai, and Yusheng is sad and heavy, and in the past three hundred years, there has never been a saint in the Yusheng Realm. ”

The drunken monk Ji Rong sneered. "You laymen just don't know how to be content, how many first-order martial artists don't even touch the doorway of the soul and stop here. ”

"Don't you crazy monk want to break Guiyuan into the Emperor Sea at all?"

"Yes. Ji Rong's face was as it should be.

"You..."Twenty years ago, the world-famous literary saint Zhang Baisheng shook his head at the mad monk's tone.

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After the cold dew, it is not far from the cold winter snow, the weather in Xiongzhou is cold, and the people of Xiongzhou are even colder when they listen to the cold wind in the air.

Anzhou is adjacent to Xiongzhou, and many people in Xiongzhou have fled here recently, and the originally deserted Chengyang County has made a lot of noise, and the wine shops and inns are crowded.

The southeast of Chengyang County was originally a dilapidated ancient street, but now many displaced people have flocked to it, and the sparse and ordinary ancient street is now extremely lively.

A gloomy man with a handsome black crow standing on his shoulder walked slowly in the crowd, the man's black hair was scattered and his face could not be seen clearly, and the black crow was strange and weird, and the passers-by around him inevitably looked at it a few times.

Shen Anzhi, who assassinated the guard Qin Xiong at Tianmen Pass a month ago, was a little uncomfortable with the strange eyes of everyone looking up and down, and just wanted to turn into the alley and take the path, a middle-aged man in linen clothes with a withered face was holding an ancient sword wrapped in white cloth in his hand, standing in front of Shen Anzhi.

Shen An's spine ached faintly, he didn't care about the ordinary soldiers behind him that night, his attention was controlled by anger, and there was only the burly man Qin Xiong in his eyes, and he wanted to kill quickly, and the defense behind him was extremely loose, but he was accidentally attacked by the people behind him with a sword talisman, the sword talisman was the second of the ten songs of Tianxuan painted by Wuhui, a small piece of yellow paper talisman contains monstrous spiritual power, Zhang Wuhui took five years of cultivation as a fusion talisman, this talisman is a few points heavier than the blow of the ordinary Zhenling master.

Shen Anzhi looked at the withered man in front of him, his originally faint eyes were cold for a moment, a red dagger was drawn out of the right sleeve, and he grabbed it with his backhand and shot it very quickly, the red dagger stabbed the man's neck like a poisonous snake, and his left hand secretly condensed his strength.

The sword in the hand of the withered man was not unsheathed, and hit Shen Anzhi's wrist with the hilt of the sword, Shen Anzhi hurriedly withdrew his right hand, and the dagger in his right arm was sore and numb almost fell to the ground, and the blow failed, the energy condensed by Shen Anzhi's left hand was surging out, and the withered man bent his fingers and popped out a wisp of Gangfeng, which was domineering and unmatched, instantly dissipating Shen Anzhi's condensed energy.

Although the two of them fought a few moves, they moved very fast, and the pedestrians on the road couldn't see the movements clearly, only feeling that a cool breeze was coming, and it was about to enter winter, and the wisps of the cold wind were nothing, so no one paid attention.

Shen Anzhi was originally a yin owl assassin who hid in the shadows and took advantage of people's unpreparedness, and now he was found to have injuries on his body and was naturally invincible, at this time, he wanted to escape when he fell into the wind, the ancient sword in the hand of the withered man was raised, and the ancient sword hilt was against Shen Anzhi's chest, Shen Anzhi saw that there was no hope of escaping, the dagger in his hand was clenched, and the black crow on his shoulder was full of red eyes, agitating his wings and staring at the withered man in front of him.

The withered man looked at the tense state of one man and one beast, and said warmly: "I was severely injured by my Burning Sky Sword Talisman, and there is still one of the two short daggers left, and the Yin Rakshasa that dominates the world is as embarrassed as a dog with a broken spine at this time, but I don't take advantage of people's danger." ”

Shen Anzhi suddenly laughed, and his laughter was grim and sharp, and he asked, "Finally stop hiding?"

The ridicule between Shen Anzhi's words could not be denied, and he asked rhetorically: "Is there anyone in this world who can let me go back to hide?"

Zhang Wuhui's originally gentle tone suddenly shouted coldly: "If I don't kill you today, will you still kill me?"

"Kill. Shen Anzhi was not afraid of the ancient sword pressed on his chest, and gritted his teeth word by word in a fierce voice and said: "The heavens chase you Lingxiao Palace, enter the sea to chase you Crystal Palace, the Buddha drives the golden-winged bird in front of you, and pulls out the three feathers of your top door." I Shen Anzhi will live for a year, I will look for you for a year, live for a month, chase you for a month, live for a while, and let your blood splash three steps. ”

"That's good, there are many people in the world who want to be on my head, there are not many more than you, and there are many less of you, but if you stop here, I will have a lot less fun. Zhang Wuhui chuckled and said very freely, the strength of the ancient sword against Shen Anzhi's chest was slightly heavier, and he said: "However, if you are looking for someone unrelated, I will definitely kill you." ”

"You're scared at last. Shen Anzhi's smile was even stronger.

"With the sword by my side and the wine in my hand, there is nothing in the world that can make me afraid, only the people of the world who fear me. With that, Zhang Wuhui let go of the ancient sword, stepped forward, and disappeared into the crowd.

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Xiongzhou.

For more than ten days, Chen Changge has been in the remote broken temple and has never gone out, and the two friends have come several times and have been blocked by the old monk.

As soon as the two entered the temple gate, they saw the sloppy monk Ji Rong lying in the Buddhist hall, sleepy-eyed.

Xiang Tiancheng, a wealthy son who has been working together in Xiongzhou City since he was twelve years old, has long been accustomed to the disgusting smell of the old monk, and Shi Li said: "Master Jirong. ”

"Where's the bamboo alcohol brewed by your old boy. The drunken monk opened his eyes slightly, yawned, and was a little sleepy.

Xiang Tiancheng sent the wine gourd in his hand to Ji Rong, and said respectfully: "I have it for you." ”

Ji Rong unscrewed the gourd mouth and sniffed the fragrance of the wine wafting out, the original sleepy eyes instantly came to the spirit, and poured a big sip hard, the strong bamboo leaf fragrance mixed with the wine tossed and turned all over the mouth and nose, sliding into the abdomen There are still bursts of aftertaste, the old monk loves this wine very much, closed his eyes and touched the sweet taste, and his expression was extremely satisfied: "Your old boy does have a hand in winemaking, and I have drunk countless monks, except for the white water glutinous brewed by the old West surnamed Xie, it belongs to your family, this bamboo alcohol is the most suitable for me, comfortable and comfortable." ”

The old monk Ji Rong smacked the aroma of wine that gradually dissipated in his mouth, looked at Liu Yuanshan who came with him, and said angrily: "It has to be that Xiang Kid is sensible and knows how to prepare wine for his grandfather, so Liu Boy will know how to eat and drink when he comes." ”

"Look at what you said, I also brought the roast chicken I promised to buy for you. Liu Yuanshan was extremely afraid of the old monk's wine gourd, and respectfully sent the meat and meat dishes wrapped in oil paper to the old monk.

"Fart, this is what you owe grandpa. The old monk was about to fight as soon as he glared.

Liu Yuanshan hurriedly retreated behind Xiang Tiancheng and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I owe you and I owe you." ”

The two of them can only enter the backyard after the old naughty boy Ji Rong, and the pen in the stone table in the backyard is waved by the dragon snake and the wolf in the hand, and there is a strange momentum that is indescribable, and the two of Xiang Liu are dizzy.

"Xiang Gongzi, Liu Gongzi. Zhang Baiseng stopped his movements.

"Sir. The two of them may be more afraid and close to the mad monk outside the door, but they are extremely respectful to Zhang Baisheng, who writes an excellent Danqing.

These days, Chen Changge has always been unable to control the method of entering the meditation, and he has always overdrawn his mental strength, but he has only improved slightly in recent days, and he has been dormant and ruined, and it is inevitable to laugh and make noise when he sees his friends today.

After some noise, five people sat at the same table in the quiet room, the square table was full of wine and food, and the drunken monk Jirong didn't have so much time to meet them, holding the chicken legs full of oil, drinking the Xiang family's unique bamboo alcohol, and they were very happy.

Xiang Tiancheng frowned slightly when he came, and there seemed to be something sad in his heart between his words and actions, and he sat down with his friends and laughed, Chen Changge and Liu Yuanshan felt that something was wrong, and it was inconvenient for the two masters to ask.

"Xiang Gongzi has something on his mind?" Zhang Baisheng drank a cup of Xiang's home-brewed bamboo alcohol, which is indeed vigorous, dry, fragrant and pleasant, and has a unique aftertaste.

"I've known Changge since I was a child, and naturally I regard Changge's master as my master, and some things are not too polite, and I've been thinking hard lately, so I'm here to bother Mr. Xiang Tiancheng, who had a dignified face, got up and bowed his hand, and such a solemn behavior made Chen Changge and the others unclear.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Xiang Tiancheng drank a glass of wine, sighed and asked, "What is life?"

"What is it?" Zhang Baiseng stared at the wine glass in his hand, and his words were light.