On the earthen platform, the sound of the piano is melodious, and Zhang Sheng, who looks like half a hundred, is very leisurely, perhaps he has experienced too much warmth and coldness in the world, and this old monk has practiced for hundreds of years with a mortal atmosphere.

When he was more than ten years old, an old immortal came to the village to break his talent, and it was at that time that Zhang Sheng's cultivation was sentenced to death, and after ten years of hard study, the fields and ridges were growing grass and had no time to take care of it, and his family situation was declining, but fortunately, his reading qualifications were acceptable, and he once acquired Chinese talent.

Wencai is similar to the Central Plains Xiucai, the food in the township, seeing that the county master does not kneel, the identity is much beyond ordinary people, and at the age of twenty-five, he married the daughter of a big family surnamed Liu in the city.

The big family wanted to recruit him as a son-in-law, and there was a scholar at home, which was also regarded as a glorious lintel, but Zhang Sheng had read the sage book for a few years, and the high-ranking officials did not read it.

Poor relatives are also relatives, Liu Dahu finally agreed to this family business, and paid out of his own pocket to organize the banquet, Zhang Xiucai was high-headed on the day of marriage, and his majesty was not lost on the day of the list.

After five years of marriage, the daughter-in-law of the Zhang family has never seen any movement in her belly, Zhang Sheng felt sorry for the pampered lady who had been pampered since she was a child.

Later, Zhang Sheng walked in the village, everyone saw a polite salutation of "Wencai" on the face, and called him "Living Wang Ba" behind his back, Zhang Sheng turned a deaf ear to this, only after a drunkenness, he took advantage of the strength of the wine to scold a few women who chewed the root of their tongues behind their backs, and their words were dirty, not like a scholar at all.

In the next 30 years, he neither remarried, nor had a son and a half daughter, but at the age of forty-eight, he had great luck, and won the title of "lifting people", but after hesitation, he did not go to the post after all, until he was close to the age of the sixtieth year and saw the immortal again.

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In addition to leaving traces on Zhang Sheng's face, the bumpy experience also made him a little more indifferent when he encountered something.

In the ring, the old monk played a song, and the xylophone retracted the storage bag, and instead took out a broken bamboo slip and said:

"This thing comes from outside the territory and can be used to store and release exercises, but because it is a remnant, it can only be used to store exercises below the three-dimensional infant stage at most.

Before, the old man defeated the Yuanying Monk, thanks to this magic weapon, and now there is only one attack left in it, Daoist friends be careful. ”

Wang Quanquan was slightly puzzled, and said:

"Why do the old-timers take such care of me alone?"

The old man was silent for a moment, and said truthfully:

"There is a long-lost sense of familiarity in Daoyou, which feels that most people in the sect do not have, they are born with outstanding talents, or they have been away from the world for many years, and their bearing has long been extraordinary.

The old man didn't say that this was bad, but he felt that since the immortals had the word 'human', they should retain some human touch, and if they blindly pursued the avenue ruthlessly, I am afraid it would be counterproductive.

Of course, the old man is a little golden pill, and it is a little too self-conscious to discuss the Great Dao here, maybe this is just my random speculation, or maybe the old man is not a qualified monk at all. ”

If others heard this, even if they didn't laugh at it, they would secretly say that they were hypocritical, but Wang Quanquan frowned slightly and thought about it seriously.

The two of them had leisure and leisure to grind here, but the audience on the periphery of the ring couldn't help it, shouting and urging:

"It's been a long time talking, are you going to fight or not?"

Zhang Sheng smiled slightly when he heard this:

"Zhao Daoyou, don't worry too much, let's finish this fight first."

Wang Quanquan nodded, "Offended." ”

……

As soon as the words fell, the two of them set off at the same time, the king's right hand against the sword, bullying up, ready to draw the sword at any time, Zhang Sheng knew that his sword was powerful, and his body retreated sharply.

The two of them chased me on the stage, and cheers immediately rang out from the audience.

Wang Quanquan exerted full speed, Zhang Shengyi's legs flashed, and every time he landed, a rune appeared on the ground, obviously using a method to increase speed.

There is always a distance of more than 100 steps between the two, and when Wang Zhiquan sees this, he directly draws his sword and uses the sword style, but it is not the trick of the fairy world sword cultivation, but the "rabbit off" and "armor breaking" in his amazing swordsmanship.

With the ability of a monk to perform mortal swordsmanship, even if the tricks are mediocre, but still achieve a good effect, the distance between the two is suddenly shortened, the king authority quickly takes the sword out of the sheath again, and uses the dragon horn scabbard to use the "grass mustard" style.

The sword qi swept out and went straight to Zhang Sheng in front, and the old monk saw this with his hands folded, and between the agitation of his robe, a film of air was protected around his body.

With a "bang", the sword qi and the protection collided together, and both of them shattered on the spot, and the messy sword qi scattered in all directions, leaving scratches of different shades on the ground.

Wang Quanquan raised his eyebrows when he saw this, the other party actually knew the protection method of the palace, he was stunned, Zhang Sheng did not stop at all, and swung his right fist while continuing to retreat.

A punch flattened the ground, rolling up the dust and smashing towards the king's authority, the latter was even more shocked when he saw this, this punch actually carried a shadow of his own sword qi, could it be that he was a temporary stealer?

Wang Quanquan smashed this copy with a sword, and at the same time tightened his heart to be careful, the other party has always regarded himself as mediocre, but the on-the-spot response should not be underestimated, if he can learn a trick and a half every time he faces the enemy, in the long run, he will go further than those with good qualifications.

Thinking of this, the king's power, which had never underestimated the enemy, became more and more cautious, and he stopped to cast the incarnation spell, the main body continued to chase, and the incarnation went around to outflank him.

Seeing the doppelganger, Zhang Sheng knew that there was no need to continue to escape, so he simply stopped, threw the fragment in his hand into the air, the storage bag flashed, and there was an extra jade flute in his palm.

"The predecessors are really talented, in addition to playing the piano, they also know how to blow the flute?"

The two chatted harmoniously before, but at a critical juncture, Wang Quanquan couldn't help but subconsciously sneer, and only after he finished speaking did he realize that he had lost his words, but fortunately, the other party didn't seem to understand the deep meaning, nodded slightly, and played directly.

……

Wang Quanquan had stepped into the old monk's body, and when he got closer, he found that there were seven runes engraved on the jade flute, and as Zhang Sheng blew, the first rune was faintly glowing with blue light.

Wang Quanquan didn't think much about it, his body stopped and hurriedly retreated, and at the same time summoned back the incarnation to become one, the moment the two merged, the sound of the flute sounded, and a visible ripple swept over, and Wang Quanquan hurriedly performed the technique of the virtual body, narrowly avoiding this blow.

As soon as he got a hint of respite, the jade flute with lingering aura made a second sound again, and this time the ripples changed from horizontal to vertical, like a knife qi, quickly slashing towards him.

Wang Quanquan hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, but a strand of hair was accidentally touched by ripples.

The expected scene of broken hair did not happen, but there was a scene that made people feel even more chilling - I saw that the strand of hair quickly turned white from the root, and in the blink of an eye, the whole strand of hair turned gray.

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(End of chapter)