Seeing that the villagers encountered the problems they encountered at the beginning, Chu Feng told his experience again, although it was incomplete, it was enough for the villagers to have the ability to absorb aura!

The moon is full in the sky, the ground is silvery, and a cool breeze passes through the night. The villagers in the front row were the first to wake up from the artistic conception, and then looked at the scene, Chu Feng was gone, and then the voices sounded in the crowd.

"The Taoist is gone, I don't understand it!" In the corner, an uncle with a white towel wrapped around his head and white teeth scratched his head in confusion.

"I understand a little, the Taoist chief has spoken too deeply" The uncle, who was also wrapped in a white towel on his head and holding a cigarette pouch in his hand, was full of depression.

"I'm a little old" A young descendant with slender eyes on his face was a little proud, and he thought that his brain was better than that of older people.

"I'm forty percent," a bespectacled, apparently intellectual woman, glanced at the young man with some disdain.

………………

"I will"

A not very high, but amazing, voice sounded.

The villagers looked over one after another, and when they saw that it was Yingzi who brought Chu Feng back, they all showed a natural expression!

Yingzi's face was slightly red when everyone looked at it, and explained: "Just now the Taoist chief finished talking about the confusing words in the front, and then he said a lot of simple and easy-to-understand things, supplement, listen carefully, I can always understand a part, I can barely absorb the aura now, but it is a little slow." ”

Yingzi said, stretched out his palm, calmed down, and within three or five minutes, a small golden ball of light appeared in the palm of his hand, and there was a gray cloud of qi inside the ball of light, and he vaguely saw the slightest electric spark. The aura between heaven and earth enters the ball of light like a gossamer, passes by the electric spark, and merges into the core place.

The villagers followed suit, stretched out their hands, and looked serious. Time passed little by little, and under the moonlight, hundreds of people made the same movements, which looked very weird, and I don't know what kind of cult gathering they thought it was.

"I've tried six times, but I still haven't, is it because I can't read and write?"

is still the uncle with a white towel wrapped around his head and white teeth, I saw that his face was full of frustration, and he seemed to be about to slap his ass and leave.

"I've tried five times, alas, I knew to read more books earlier, and I regretted being late, forget it"

The uncle who was wrapped in a white towel on his head and held a cigarette pouch in his hand simply lowered his head and smoked, looking indifferent.

"I have it, it's just too small"

"I'm similar to Yingzi"

"How could I not!"

………………

Under the voices one after another, there are faces that are happy or distressed.

The next day, in the evening, Chu Feng arrived again, just like yesterday, to teach the villagers the mental method and qi training. It's a pity that rotten wood accounts for six or seven out of ten, and rough people account for one out of ten, and those who can really keep up with Chu Feng's explanation speed, but there are only three or four people, and the preaching is not smooth.

After explaining, Chu Feng turned around and left, entering the sparse woods, his feet rustling on the leaves, and suddenly, Chu Feng turned around, looked behind him with a sharp gaze.

Under the bright moonlight, a handsome girl with a well-proportioned figure walked out from behind the tree, it was Yingzi, her expression was a little apprehensive, and she was carrying a cloth bag with a floral pattern in her hand, and a trace of fragrance wafted out from it.

"To you"

Chu Feng took the cloth bag and opened it to see that it was a roasted golden chicken, fragrant and fragrant, giving people a feeling of mouthful.

"Thank you for having a heart"

Chu Feng smiled slightly, took the cloth bag and left, and soon disappeared into the woods.

Yingzi's slender arm was raised, her lips opened slightly, and she wanted to shout, but she didn't make a sound, and finally turned around and left with a dejected face.

On the sixth day of the preaching, the villagers spontaneously built a wooden platform for Chu Feng's use.

On the eighth day of the preaching, the villagers learned of Chu Feng's inheritance and the name of the place of cultivation, and began to call the disciples of the Immortal Temple.

On the eleventh day of the preaching, on a night of thunderstorms, the six-year-old grandson of the old branch secretary got out of bed, walked to the window, and shouted: Which Taoist friend is crossing the catastrophe?

almost didn't scare the old branch secretary out of the problem, but after asking the reason and learning the truth, he came out to educate the villagers again.

Time passed in Chu Feng's preaching, and it was more than half a month in a flash, every day, when he left, Chu Feng would receive meat and pasta made by Yingzi, which were wrapped in cloth at first, and then turned into leaf wrapping, thinking that there was no cloth left.

On the seventeenth day of the ministry, that is, today, the number of villagers who can barely absorb the aura has reached 40, and as many as seven can release the aura for use, which is a remarkable achievement.

Chu Feng decided to leave, and after explaining, he walked down the wooden platform built by the villagers spontaneously, and said with a solemn expression: "The Taoist ancestor inherits the concept of immortality and sprouts here, and I hope that one day, the Dao Sect will be carried forward with your efforts." ”

The villagers agreed one after another, with solemn expressions.

Those who were thoughtful and transparent heard the sound outside the words, and hurriedly asked: "Is the Taoist chief leaving?" ”

"Dao Chief, want to go?"

"Dao Chief, you can't go! We also need your teachings"

"Dao Chief, stay, we will definitely take good care of you"

"Daoist, let's build a Taoist temple for you!"

………………

Chu Feng had already made up his mind, waved his hand, and his figure blurred, turning into countless afterimages, and after a while, the afterimages dissipated, and Chu Feng disappeared.

The villagers were suddenly noisy, and those who had a conceited aura in their bodies chased after them, chasing for dozens of miles, and there was not even a shadow, so they had no choice but to return.

Only Yingzi did not give up, and continued to pursue with feeling!

In the second half of the night, on a high slope hundreds of miles away from Tunzi, the moonlight was falling, and Chu Feng sat cross-legged and communicated with the system.

"System, Evangelist Xiaocheng, what is the reward this time?"

"A guqin, named Winding Liang, is infinitely wonderful, and the host can explore it on its own"

When the words fell, the purple brilliance flickered, and a bead-style qin, full in shape, with a black lacquer surface, and a guqin with fine flowing water, appeared out of thin air and slowly fell on Chu Feng's lap.

"Wrap the beam"

Chu Feng shouted softly, pressed his hand on the strings, and the sea of knowledge frantically poured into the information about the strings, and in just a few breaths, Chu Feng learned to use the winding beam.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng!!"

Chu Feng, whose hands were flicking quickly on the strings, had the aura in his body running on its own, infused between his ten fingers. Suddenly, three tense piano sounds sounded suddenly, three sound blades came out of the piano, dozens of meters away, a row of trees with shadows divided into two halves without warning, and fell to the ground with a brush, rolling up a puff of smoke and dust.

"The Taoist ......"

A thin and petite figure walked up from behind the high slope, making a heavy wheezing sound from time to time, thinking that he had come all the way, and he was not lightly tired.

Chu Feng didn't look back, with indifference in his voice.

"What?"

"I ......"

The thin and petite figure stood in the dark, said a word of me, and then stopped talking, his head bowed, his face almost buried in his chest.