surnamed Wang

Chapter 582
On the earthen platform, the sound of the piano was melodious, and Zhang Sheng, who was half a century old, was very leisurely. Perhaps he had experienced too much cold and warm in the world, and this old monk had practiced for hundreds of years and still carried a mundane aura.

When he was more than ten years old, an old fairy came to the village to judge his talent. It was at that time that Zhang Sheng was sentenced to death for his journey of cultivating Taoism. After that, he studied hard in the cold window for ten years, the fields grew grass and he had no time to take care of it, and his family situation went from bad to worse. Fortunately, his reading qualifications are fair, and he has a Chinese talent once in a while.

Literary talent is similar to that of a scholar in the Central Plains. He eats the salary in the village and does not kneel when he sees the magistrate of the county. His status is much higher than ordinary people.

The rich family wanted to recruit him to be his son-in-law. There is a scholar in the family, which is considered a glorious lintel, but Zhang Sheng has read the books of sages for several years, and the high-ranking officials and rich salary have not read it. Seven or eight points, I would rather let the Liu family's prosperity and wealth not, but also have to guard the Zhang family's Susukida.

Poor relatives are also relatives, and Liu Dahu finally agreed to the marriage, and arranged the banquet at his own expense. Zhang Xiucai was a big horse on the day of his marriage, and his prestige was not inferior to the day when the list was announced.

After five years of marriage, Zhang's daughter-in-law's belly has never moved. Zhang Sheng felt sorry for the spoiled lady who was spoiled since she was a child. Husband's house.

Later when Zhang Sheng was walking in the village, everyone greeted him politely as "Wen Cai" and called him "Living Bastard" behind his back. Zhang Sheng mostly turned a deaf ear to this. Scolding a few women who gossip behind their backs, their words are so dirty that they don't look like scholars at all.

In the next 30 years, he neither remarried nor had a son and a half daughter. However, at the age of 48, he had great luck and passed the exam similar to the title of "juren". Seeing the immortal again at the age of the year, will this be the ultimate happiness and officially enter the immortal journey.

……

Everything in the past is like a passing cloud. The ups and downs not only left marks on Zhang Sheng's face, but also made him a little more indifferent when he was in trouble. Harsh.

On the ring, the old monk finished playing a piece, put the xylophone back into the storage bag, and took out a scroll of broken bamboo slips and said:
"This object comes from outside the territory and can store and cast exercises, but because it is a residual product, it can only store up to three exercises below the Nascent Soul stage.

The old man defeated the Nascent Soul cultivator before, thanks to this magic weapon, and now there is only one attack left, fellow Taoist, be careful. "

Wang Qingquan was slightly puzzled, and said:

"Why does the old man take care of this subordinate alone?"

The old man was silent for a moment, and said truthfully:
"Fellow Daoists have a long-lost sense of familiarity, which most people in the sect don't have. They are born with outstanding talents, or they have been away from the world for a long time, and their demeanor has long been extraordinary.

The old man is not saying that this is bad, but that since immortals have the word 'human', they should retain some human touch. If they blindly pursue the Dao and be ruthless, it may be counterproductive.

Of course, the old man is at the Golden Core stage, and it is a bit too self-indulgent to discuss the Dao here. Maybe this is just my random guess, or 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 it was hypocritical, but Wang Gangquan frowned slightly, and began to think seriously.

The two of them were chatting here leisurely, but the audience outside the ring couldn't help it, and shouted and urged:
"We've been chatting for a long time, are you going to fight or not?"

Zhang Sheng smiled slightly when he heard the words:

"Zhao Daoyou still don't have too many worries, let's finish this fight first."

Wang Gangquan nodded, "Offended."

……

As soon as the words fell, the two moved at the same time. Wang Bingquan put his hands on the sword grid, bullied himself, and was ready to draw his sword at any time. Zhang Sheng knew that his sword was powerful, so he quickly retreated.

The two chased after each other on the stage, and cheers immediately erupted from the audience.

Wang Gangquan used full speed, and Zhang Shengyi's legs flashed with light. Every time he landed, a rune would appear on the ground, obviously using a method to increase speed.

There was always a distance of more than a hundred steps between the two. Seeing this, Wang Bingquan directly drew his sword and used the sword style, but it was not the moves of the sword cultivator in the fairy world, but the "rabbit off" and "armor piercing" in his Jinghong swordsmanship.

With the ability of a monk to display mortal swordsmanship, even though the moves are mediocre, it still achieves impressive results. The distance between the two suddenly narrowed, and Wang Gangquan quickly took out the sword and then unsheathed it, and used the dragon horn and scabbard to use the "grass mustard" A formula.

The sword energy swept out and went straight to Zhang Sheng in front of him. Seeing this, the old monk clasped his hands together, his robe flapped, and a film of air protected his whole body.

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

Seeing this, Wang Gingquan raised his eyebrows, the opponent actually knew Midang's defensive method, Zhang Sheng didn't stop in his dazed effort, and continued to back away while swinging his right fist.

A fist blew up on the ground, swirling the dust and smashing it towards Wang Pingquan. The latter was even more astonished when he saw this. There was a bit of his own sword energy in this punch. Could it be that he stole it temporarily?
Wang Gingquan shattered this imitation work with his sword, and at the same time, he became more careful. The opponent has always regarded himself as mediocre, but his impromptu response should not be underestimated. Those with the best qualifications go further.

Thinking of this, Wang Gingquan, who had never underestimated the enemy, became more cautious. He stopped and cast the avatar spell, the main body continued to chase, and the avatar circled around.

Seeing the avatar, Zhang Sheng knew that there was no need to continue running away, so he simply stopped, threw the scroll in his hand into the air, the storage bag flashed, and there was a jade flute in his palm.

"Senior is really talented. Apart from playing the piano, he also knows how to play the flute?"

No matter how harmonious the two chatted before, when it came to a critical juncture, Wang Gangquan still couldn't help but subconsciously sneer, and he didn't realize his slip of the tongue until he finished speaking. Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to understand the deep meaning, so he nodded slightly and started playing directly.

……

Wang Gangquan had already stepped into the old monk's body, and when he got closer, he found that there were still seven runes engraved on the green jade flute. As Zhang Sheng blew, the first rune had faintly glowed blue.

Wang Gingquan didn't think much about it, his body stopped abruptly and quickly backed away, and at the same time he called back the avatar and merged into one. The moment the two merged, the sound of the flute sounded, and a wave visible to the naked eye swept across. Wang Gingquan quickly cast the incorporeal technique , narrowly escaped the blow.

As soon as he got a breath, the lingering jade flute made a second sound again. This time, the ripples changed from horizontal to vertical, like a knife's air, and quickly slashed at him.

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

The expected scene of hair breaking didn't happen, but there was a more chilling scene - the strand of hair turned white rapidly from the root, and in the blink of an eye, the entire strand of hair turned gray.

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(End of this chapter)