The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 211 Don't Over Eighteen

night.
Back from the restaurant, it was already dark.

Fu Qingfeng's fellow seniors felt that they had lost their chance and felt resentful, so they took their money and went to drink elsewhere.

As for looking for Taoist priests again, apprenticeship.

There may be people with this idea, but it is difficult to turn the idea into action, because everyone is a disciple of the Lingxi School, equivalent to the backbone members of a small company.

Now that there is an opportunity to change jobs to a big company, will someone definitely go?

Not necessarily, because everyone is living very well and comfortably at the moment, and maybe the benefits of a big company are better, but it is an unfamiliar environment, and everything has to be started from scratch. People who enjoy comfort rarely gamble on the unknown tomorrow.

Of course, if the Taoist priest appears again and wins over everyone, there must be someone who is willing to go with him.

This is like the general manager of a big company personally inviting you to change jobs, you will be very confident.

It's a pity, unless you are so good that you can crush your peers, how can the general manager of a big company come to invite you.

Naturally, Taoist priests will not come again, at least not for a few people.

"Brother Zhang, the bed has been made."

Fu Qingfeng held a candlestick and came to see Zhang Heng who was sitting in the courtyard holding a sword.

"Go to sleep, I have to wait for someone tonight."

The moon and stars are sparse, which is a good weather for murder and arson.

Zhang Heng leaned on the chair, looked up at the moonlight, and there was no joke in his words.

"Brother Zhang, are there any guests coming tonight?"

Fu Qingfeng is just an ordinary person and doesn't know much about monks.

Hearing this, Zhang Heng said with a smile: "People who practice Taoism have no eyesight, relying on learning two kinds of magic, each of them thinks that he is the best in the world. Today in the restaurant, I broke the Taoist magic. I guess he must not Willing to lose to me, I will come back tonight to find my way back.”

Upon hearing that the Taoist would come again, Fu Qingfeng shuddered.

These cultivators are different from their martial arts practitioners. They are tricky and hard to guard against. If they are not careful, they will fall into the trap.

Fu Qingfeng still knew the strength of his fellow apprentices.

There is a big senior brother at the head, leading a few juniors, it is a bandit village with hundreds of people, if you can say pick it, you will pick it.

But in front of that Taoist, they all fell down with a wave of their sleeves, completely powerless to fight back. If that Taoist came to make trouble again tonight, I am afraid that he would not be the enemy of one move.

"Brother Zhang, I'm going to trouble you again."

Fu Qingfeng felt a little embarrassed when he thought that his fellow apprentices caused this incident, but in the end Zhang Heng was responsible for the cause and effect.

What's more, after his brothers and sisters were rescued, they didn't even say thank you. Instead, they blamed Zhang Heng for interrupting their chance. Thinking about it, Fu Qingfeng felt ashamed to blush.

"I'm Hong Jian's friend, and you are Hong Jian's wife."

"Right now, Hong Jian is not at home. As the eldest brother, I won't let anyone bully you. This is not against you, but to give Hong Jian face."

Zhang Heng waved his hand: "Go to sleep, with me here, there is no problem."

Fu Qingfeng bowed slightly, knowing that he couldn't help, so he went back to the house to hide.

Tick, tick.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and it was midnight in a blink of an eye.

"Beware of candles and thieves!"

On the street outside, there was the sound of beeping.

Bang bang bang! !

Hit the clapper three times, it's the third watch.

"Watch out for candles!"

The voice of the watchman gradually approached.

The sounds of clappers followed one after another, with a special rhythm, which made people drowsy.

Zhang Heng opened his eyes slightly, and thrust the sword into the ground.

In the next second, one becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen.
The sword seemed to have the ability to reproduce. Zhang Heng obviously inserted it in front of him, but soon, more swords were reproduced, extending all the way outward, enclosing the entire courtyard.

buzzing.
The sword buzzed, shaking like weeds blown by a light wind, echoing the sound of clappers outside.

The sound of the clapper outside became excited after being neutralized by the sound of the sword, and the drowsiness was swept away.

"Scattered Nymphaeum, flow from left to right, a fair lady, longing for it."

"I can't ask for it, I am thinking about it, I am leisurely, I am tossing and turning."

"Scattered waterweed, pick it from the left and right, a fair lady, a friend of the piano."

"Scattered waterweed, left and right, mediocre lady, played by bells and drums."

There were singing and the beating of musical instruments outside.

In a trance, Zhang Heng seemed to be dreaming back to the Qin Dynasty, incarnate as a farmer, picking waterweed by the river.

Picking and picking, when I looked up, there was also a woman picking waterweed on the opposite side of the river.

She is beautiful and virtuous, with a smile that overwhelms the country, just one glance makes people toss and turn, sleepless at night, wanting to play the harp to get close to her, beat the bells and drums to please her.

"My son, my son?"

The beauty's gauze dress is half-covered and half-leaked.

A pair of jade feet, not stained with dust.

About twenty-eight years old, sixteen years old.

Adding it will make you fat, and subtracting it will make you thin.

Neither fat nor thin, the voice is like a clear bell.

Such a beautiful woman can marry a prince.

"Wonderful!"

"No more than eighteen!"

Zhang Heng clapped his palms and smiled, and praised: "Petty bourgeoisie have flowers and wine, idlers have bedside, Huaichun can't afford to hurt the ancients, loli marry a prince!!"

Seeing Zhang Heng praise.

The girl sang and sang, and danced: "The peacock flies southeast, wandering five miles away."

After dancing the song, his eyes were watery and rippling: "Young Master, would you like to fly with me?"

Zhang Heng flicked the blade with his fingers, and sang: "If you can fly together, you can fly together, and your true love will always be with you. If you can match your wings, you can fly together, and you will never regret it."

finished singing.

Zhang Heng raised his sword and chopped it off: "Go to Ma De!"

The girl was caught off guard, and was slashed on the shoulder by a sword, turning into sparks and dissipating away.

At the same time, the illusion suddenly disappeared, and there was a muffled groan from outside the wall, as well as an angry curse: "You rough man, you are so rude!"

"Out of the flying sword!"

Zhang Heng stretched out his hand and pointed, and the sword flew out instantly.

Seeing the flying sword attacking, the Taoist priest outside the wall turned into a wisp of green smoke, and said sharply: "This is at the foot of the emperor. My dream skills are suppressed by the luck of the dynasty, which is greatly reduced. This is why you won two games. You come to Tianqi Mountain outside the southern city, Tianqi Temple look for me, I will let you taste my strength."

Zhang Heng smiled disdainfully: "The weak will always find excuses for their failures, but the strong will not. You'd better retreat obediently and practice hard for a few more years."

Hearing this, the Taoist priest was even angrier: "There is an article on my dream method, which can be a bet. Do you dare to come to the sky to watch and fight with me again?"

"Dream method?"

Zhang Heng's eyes lit up.

The dream technique of Taoist priests is hard to guard against, and it is obviously inherited.

Not to mention far away, just a moment in the world, converted into fifteen days in a dream, can make people greatly improved.

At that time, if you dream about practicing swords at night, one dream will last for one year, even if the effect of practicing in the dream will be discounted, but thirty or fifty dreams will be three or fifty years in the dream, can the realm of ten thousand swords flying together be far away?

"It's a good bet, and I take it."

Zhang Hengfei stood up.

In mid-air, he looked back at Fu Qingfeng's boudoir, thought for a while, and left behind another Jade Talisman of Town House.

After all, just now when the Taoist priest attacked with a dream technique, Fu Qingfeng fell into a coma without any accident.

If once he left, a flower-picker would come, and Fu Qingfeng, who was unconscious, would be like Xiao Longnv, then his crime would be serious.

"My heart is facing the sky, the world is in panic, and I guard the gate of the house to protect one side."

Zhang Heng punched the magic formula into the jade talisman.

The next second, a translucent golden-armored general appeared at the door, poked a painted halberd on the ground, and exhaled a puff of air from his nostrils: "Hmph!"

"General Lao!"

Zhang Heng cupped his hands and saluted, then turned into a streamer and flew towards Tianqi Mountain.

(End of this chapter)