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Chapter 392 Mo Yuan (Part )

The clear chirping of birds woke Zhang Yuan from his deepest dream.

Recently, he often dreams that he is in a bizarre world and experiences different lives.

But when Zhang Yuan woke up, only scattered fragments of his dream memory remained, sinking into his sea of ​​consciousness.

He stood up, put on his coat, and walked to the window sill.

Pushing open the window, the chill of the late autumn morning seeps in silently, bringing with it the scent of osmanthus.

Outside the window, I saw white walls and black tiles hidden among the big trees. A thin morning mist lingered in between, and the sounds of chickens and dogs could be faintly heard.

It looks like a paradise.

Although Zhang Yuan has lived in Linxianzhuang for seven days, he has not gotten tired of the scenery here.

After a quick wash, he went out for breakfast.

Linxianzhuang is called Zhuangji, but in fact its size is about the same as a small city.

It is located in a valley outside the gate of Shangjingtian Mountain. There are rows of houses and hundreds of farmhouses, accommodating tens of thousands of people, so it is quite prosperous.

The people who have lived here for generations have close ties with Shangjingtian.

Of course, there are also people like Zhang Yuan who come here from thousands of miles away to learn martial arts!

Like an ordinary county town, Linxianzhuang also has a main street, with teahouses, wine shops, inns and rice shops everywhere along the street, full of the flavor of life.

But unlike most cities, the living atmosphere here is leisurely and relaxed.

Even the old farmer walking by the roadside carrying a hoe did not show much sign of hardship or suffering on his face.

Innocent children chased each other through the bluestone alleys, leaving behind silvery bell-like laughter along the way.

Being in it, my mood becomes cheerful.

Minced meat pancakes, fried fruit, butter tea, glutinous rice cakes...

Zhang Yuan bought and ate as he walked.

The prices in Linxian Manor are quite high, and the prices of rent and food are not much different from those in Xiaxu.

But for Zhang Yuan, who has hundreds of thousands of strings of cash, this amount of daily expenses is nothing. If the houses here were not sold to outsiders, he would have wanted to buy one for his own use.

After eating and drinking, Zhang Yuan entered the mountain gate as usual and came to Yitian Peak where the Wu Pavilion was located.

There are nine peaks and seven palaces in Shangjingtian, and Wu Pavilion occupies one peak alone.

But not within the Seven Palaces.

Zhang Yuan climbed up the long stairs to the top of the mountain.

Yitian Peak rises high into the clouds, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, piercing straight into the sky.

It stands proudly independent of other peaks, with no black iron ladder connecting it.

The top of the mountain seemed to have been flattened by a supreme being with a divine sword, and then a majestic palace was built on it, making it a holy place for martial artists to practice.

When Zhang Yuan arrived at the top of the mountain, dozens of warriors were practicing boxing, kicking and weapons in the training ground in front of the martial arts pavilion.

The flashing of swords and the thunderous shouts make one's blood boil!

Zhang Yuan came to a room on the third floor of the Wu Pavilion.

A Taoist boy was guarding the door. When he saw Zhang Yuan, he immediately bowed and gently pushed open the door.

Zhang Yuan nodded to express his gratitude to the other party and stepped into the room.

I saw an old man in a gray robe sitting cross-legged on the floor with his eyes closed, and there was an incense burner next to him.

Zhang Yuan bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple Zhang Yuan, greetings to Master Wei."

The grey-robed old man is named Wei Long, and he is one of the elders who teach the Dharma in Shangjingtian Martial Arts Pavilion, and is specifically responsible for teaching external martial artists.

Although Wei Long has white hair and looks old and feeble, he is actually a sixth-level warrior, and the flame of life is far from being extinguished.

Zhang Yuan took classes from him for five days and benefited a lot.

"Yeah." Wei Long opened his eyes and nodded slightly, then casually picked up a stick of incense, stroked it lightly with his fingertips, and lit it instantly.

Zhang Yuan sat on the ground opposite him, watching him insert the incense into the copper burner.

Wei Long retracted his hand and said calmly: "Today, I will talk about the way to circulate qi in the eight extraordinary meridians."

Zhang Yuan immediately focused and began to listen carefully.

Shang Jingtian is one of the four major ancestral temples of Taoism.

The martial arts and Taoist traditions originated from the same source in ancient times, so Taoism has a very long and profound martial arts heritage.

As a warrior, Zhang Yuan came to Shang Jingtian to practice, just like he went to the top university to study in his previous life.

There is so much to learn.

Take Wei Long who is teaching Zhang Yuan for example. This elder who teaches the Dharma is not only powerful himself, but also has extremely profound knowledge of martial arts, which can make up for his shortcomings in this aspect.

Zhang Yuan's cultivation level improved rapidly, but his foundation was not solid, and he lacked guidance and instruction from high-level masters.

Huizhi undoubtedly gave him an extremely precious opportunity.

Zhang Yuan's future martial arts journey will benefit greatly from this!

Zhang Yuan was also very aware of his own weaknesses, so what he consulted with Wei Long were the difficulties he encountered in the process of cultivation, including some knowledge that might be quite basic.

After studying for the past few days, he felt as if he had suddenly realized something.

Start to clarify your own path of practice little by little.

But it's not free.

Zhang Yuan is currently taking a one-on-one private lesson, which lasts for one stick of incense per lesson, and requires a certain amount of Taoist merit to be paid.

Basically, five points of Taoist power are consumed every day.

The money spent on food, clothing, housing and transportation in Linxian Manor is gold and silver.

In Shang Jingtian, what is needed to learn martial arts and exchange resources is Taoist skills!

Zhang Yuan had just arrived and had no knowledge of Shang Jingtian Dao at all.

Fortunately, his Shangqing Jieyin Order came with fifty skills, and after exchanging it, he had the opportunity to study in the Wu Pavilion.

In just a few days, Zhang Yuan had used up nearly half of his skills.

Therefore, after the lecture, he came to the Merit Hall on the first floor of the Wu Pavilion.

The Merit Hall is very large, with many warriors coming and going. Most of them have the same purpose as Zhang Yuan, and come here to hand over various Taoist tasks.

On both sides of the hall are rows of horizontal wooden frames, on which are hung wooden plaques with inscriptions.

These are all mission cards.

Warriors who come to the Merit Hall can choose a task, take the task card away, and then come back with the completion certificate. If they pass the review, they can obtain the corresponding Taoist merit.

Some of the task cards were posted just recently, while others have been posted for a long time.

The higher the hanging position, the more difficult the task.

The one at the top may have been hanging for decades.

No one has been interested!
Zhang Yuan has only been here for a few days and is not very familiar with Jingtian, so naturally he would not deliberately challenge high difficulty.

His eyes swept across the lower level of the wooden shelf, looking for a suitable target.

And there are a large number of competitors around Zhang Yuan.

Some people hesitated, some acted quickly, and some whispered to their companions...

The mission cards were taken away one after another.

The atmosphere in the Merit Hall was orderly yet tense.

(End of this chapter)