Vol 4 Chapter 157: Out of the mountain

Zhang Yan was preparing to retreat. This time may be very long, so she wants to handle all the common things properly.
默 He calculated the next time, five years away from the next door to the big door, but if he did not expect, there should not be too much change in the door structure, go and go are general.
Nowadays, no one in his generation can compare the ten disciples of his generation.
The family is overwhelming, and there are many talents in the vein of teachers and apprentices, such as Feng Ming, Mo Tianhua, etc., although the news of the chemical medicine Ning Dan has also been reported, but it is limited in its deeds, and they are far better than them. Out of reach.
There is only one Yue Chongyang who can't measure the depth, and no one knows its exact details. Although he is not in the door of a real innocent person, he has a to choose the Lord to vote.
Twenty years ago, he and Huang Fuzhou were called Shuangxiu. The period of Cheng Dan was earlier than Zhang Yan.
But this person behaves in a low-key manner, but is only drunk with spiritual practice, retreats all year round, rarely shows his face, and seems to have no intention to fight for the position.
As for Qin Nan, she is just like Liu Yanyi. Although she has already reached the level of burning a point, she has not yet used the medicine Ning Dan. This is why Peng Zhenren deliberately polished its foundation before slowing down.
However, she was able to enter the state of Hua Dan in the remaining years, and there were not many means to fight.
Zhang Yan originally promised Peng Zhenren to help Qin Nan become one of the top ten disciples in the future, but this need not be too eager. His own strength is still insufficient. If he waits for him to enter the realm of Yuan Ying, then It's a lot bigger.
He thought about it for a while, then he started writing and wrote a flying book and sent it to Shouming Palace.
Not long after that, a flying book came back. It was Peng Zhenren who returned the book. He opened it for a look, smiled a little, and set it aside.
After everything was over, he was about to return to the practice of the small pot mirror, but noticed that the formation was a bit different, and looked at it slightly. Then he opened his forbidden array with a sleeve and put in a charm.
I saw that it was actually the real person's handwriting in my hand. I opened it and looked at it in surprise. I could not help shaking my head and sighed, saying, "This is the original matter, I still can't be idle."
The former head and he once said that within 30 years, to receive a disciple, it is time for him to inherit Na Yaoyin's pulse. Qin's head determined that the man was in the border of Gongzhou in the Great Wei Dynasty. As long as he puts it in the door.
I was just weird, but the letter contained a little weirdness. Instead of just giving him a month, he also stated that he should not take the initiative to ask the other person to come to him. If he ca n’t wait until then, he will miss the chance.
Although Zhang Yan did not know the deep meaning, since the head of the family passed down the law, he had to go there.
嘱 He instructed Jing Ling to take care of the Dongfu and got up and flew out of the Dongfu to the southeast.
After more than ten days in a row, he arrived in Gongzhou, Wei State, where most of the hills and mountains are beautiful, with beautiful lakes and lakes.
After several rounds of calculations on Yuntou, he settled on a village with a lot of traffic. In order to avoid shocking the world, he lowered the cloud head between the mountains and forests, walked out of the mountain path, and went to the village.
Only when he entered the village did he hear the sound of dog barking, and saw a group of dirty children there throwing mud blocks at each other, chasing and playing, arguing. The oldest were fifteen or sixteen, the youngest were only seven or eight.
One of them was a young man with thick eyebrows and a few young men who were strong and the same age as him. The other older children were yelling,
黑 The black-skinned boy also had a little courage, but he couldn't hold up too many people, he was hit to the ground after a while, was held by his hands and feet, and yelled there.
At this time came a young man in a silk shirt and his brother-in-law, who was only 13 or 14 years old. His skin was white, his lips were lightly fluffy, and two long followers were around him. He should be from a wealthy family in the country.
He only listened to him and said, "Song San'er, you filthy the boy's new clothes with dung water the day before yesterday. I beat you this time and give you a good memory."
The black-skinned boy's face turned red, but he was held down by people, unable to turn over.
After the young man who looked like that brother had learned a few harsh words from the adult, he went proudly.
Zhang Yan stood in the distance and looked around, but after looking at it for a while, he never saw that there was a root of the path.
But if it is so easy to find a visit, the head is afraid that it will not be limited to the next month.
But it didn't bother him. After thinking for a while, he took a look at the black-skinned boy sitting on the ground, and he had a plan.
Zhang Yan stepped forward and laughed, "You young man, look at you as a stout body, how can you be bullied like this?"
The black-skinned boy suddenly saw a stranger coming over to talk to himself, a little embarrassed, but he was not afraid when he saw Zhang Yan being kind, arguing: "Wang Sanlang cheated, so many people hit me, of course I am Can't beat it. "
Zhang Yan shook his head and said, "But that may not be the case, so many people will work. Have you ever heard that there are hundreds of enemies, thousands of enemies, or even ten thousand enemies on the battlefield?"
The black-skinned boy also heard that the scribes who were down in the country talked about those legends and anecdotes of the romance. When they saw Zhang Yan talking about it, he immediately forgot the pain, and said, "Have heard of it, heard of it. To me, I heard that the village master said that one of the heroes in Wei Guo's founding country was Zuo Gongchang, and he had the bravery of cuffs. "
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "That's the improper bravery."
"Yes, yes, cloth crotch, cloth crotch!" The young boy touched his head and smiled embarrassedly.
When Zhang Yan saw him stupid, he didn't make corrections, but just smiled and said, "Then I ask you, do you want to learn this method?"
The young boy stunned, then jumped up, grabbed Zhang Yanyi's corner, shook it again and again, and said anxiously, "Teacher Tao taught me, Taoist taught me."
Zhang Yan smiled: "You come with ears."
The dark-skinned boy was anxious, and he quickly arched his head. Zhang Yan didn't care. He whispered a few words in his ear, and then started to pat it behind his head and drank, "Go."
少年 The boy couldn't help but stunned and walked out along the ridge.
Zhang Yan looked at him with a smile in his back, then walked lightly up the mountain.
When he reached the middle of the mountain, he looked for a mountain temple that had already been ruined, and sat up on the futon, waiting patiently.
When the black-skinned boy returned home, he couldn't help but think of the priest ’s formula, which was also very weird. He never read a calligraphy, but Zhang Yanshi only said it once, but he kept it in his heart. No need to understand, the meaning is self-explanatory.
He came over the night in accordance with that formula, and he jumped down from the bed, only to feel light and healthy, with ears and eyes, and full strength.
With great joy, he rushed out to find the impertinence of the Prince,
As I walked across the pond, I saw two buffaloes blocking the road and ran up to a yak horn. Then the buffalo made two beeps and was dragged to the ground by him.
I ran out without a mile, and saw that Wang Sanlang and a group of teenagers were there to hit the bird with a slingshot. He shouted, saying nothing, rushed forward and started.
This time, he easily overturned more than a dozen teenagers to the ground, but none of them was his opponent, Wang Saburo, and he was pressed to the ground for a good fight.
But strangely, despite his heavy hand, no one was injured.
It seems that there is no resentment between these children, and Wang Sanlang asked afterwards: "Why don't you see Song Saner overnight, and you learned this skill?"
The black-skinned boy was straight and has a young heart. He couldn't hold the door with his mouth, so he said with a show of encountering Zhang Yan.
King Saburo secretly wrote down, and instructed Chang to follow him whereabouts of yesterday.
Zhang Yan meditated in the mountain temple for two days. At noon on the third day, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the door, opened his eyes, and saw several young men with blue shirts and hoods rushing in. Sweating and gasping, he walked in again afterwards. It was the son-in-law who had seen that day. When he got up the mountain, he was flushed and panted.
When King Saburo saw Zhang Yan, his eyes lighted up, and he respectfully saluted and said, "I have seen the Minister."
Then he waved his hand, and two plates were brought up behind him. One plate contained a box of candied fruits, the other contained several rolls of red silk wrapped copper coins, and two privately-cast silver ingots.
He took a peek at Zhang Yan, and then stunned to the end, and said, "Please smile."
Zhang Yan looked at them a few times and smiled, "You are here to seek the Fa."
Sawara Saburo was surprised and nodded again and again: "Exactly, exactly."
Zhang Yan said, "It's easy, come here with your ears."
King Saburo was anxious: "Slow."
He looked at Zhang Yan with burning eyes, and said, "Mr. Dao, please ask for advice below. I don't know if there is a long-term way to grow here, not just the two or three days."
The black-skinned boy was struggling for two days, but found that the gas in his body had leaked unknowingly, and he no longer felt the power of the last few days. Whatever he thought of it later, he could n’t remember it. The recipe of the day comes.
Wang Sanlang's family has been raised, and his knowledge is much higher than that of the black-skinned boy. He wondered in his heart that the person would not preach humanity for no reason. It must be asking for something. There are days of methods and will there be months. Method? Or even years, decades?
越 The more he thought about it, the more he moved. In secret, he despised Song San'er for not knowing it. He missed the master and went to consult with the main affair at the house. Then he asked Zhang Yan where he was.
Zhang Yan said aloud, "You want to find a way to not leak air."
"Yes, yeah, the anger was vented within two days. What's the point of UU reading www.uukanshu.com?"
King Saburo nodded again and again, looking excited, listening to the tone of this person, it seems that there is such a way, then he still need to read books? With this ability, he went to Wuwei to join the army and was killed by several Huer generals. He might also be able to find a wife and adorable son, Guangzong Yaozu.
Zhang Yanwei groaned and said, "This is easy, do you know the land temple on the outer of Shili?"
King Saburo never reacted, and said, "Land Temple?"
The long-time leader around him immediately gathered up and said, "Little Lord, that's the Bat King Temple."
I heard the three words "bat king temple", and Wang Sanlang could not help fighting a cold war.
The Bat King Temple was originally a land temple. In the early years of this dynasty, I heard that a Taoist brought hundreds of boys and girls to practice there, saying that what kind of magic was in town, but overnight, The wind was so great that no one, including that one, had been seen, and no one had dared to go since.
It is now that passers-by have heard faint sounds in the middle of the night, rumors of female ghosts and goblins appearing, eating people and drinking blood.
King Saburo was a little frightened and said, "Why does Dao Chang mention this ghost temple?"
Zhang Yan looked at them with a smile, and said, "From today on, every night, whoever comes to see me in this Bat King Temple, I will pass that method to anyone."
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