The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 534
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This room is not too big, with a length and width of more than three feet. Standing against the wall is a wooden bed carved with pineapple wood and flowers, and a few elegant orchids are painted on the blue back of the pavement.

There is a golden velvet carpet of red flowers under your feet, and a pot of Clivia, green leaves and red flowers is placed in a corner of the house, which has its own charm.The room is simple yet elegant, and Jia Jia couldn't help feeling the ingenuity of the decorator.At the same time, he was even more curious about the monk named Zhang Feng. This is indeed one of the few monks that Jiajia has seen in his life who knows how to enjoy life.

Sitting on the bed, Jiajia and her clothes meditated until dawn.

In the early morning of the second day, the monk named Zhang Feng came to knock on the door with a wooden plate made of vermilion lacquer on which there were two thick account books.

Jiajia flicked a wave of spiritual energy, and asked Zhang Feng to open the door and enter the room, and placed the two account books in front of her. Zhang Feng bowed and bowed, and then retreated. The whole movement was impeccable.

Jiajia raised her chin slightly, frowned and pondered for a moment: she suddenly realized why she used the word "strength of character" on this person. There is a taste of people with the same purpose, and it seems that he is also a monk who is taught strictly in posture and posture. Only a family with a real heritage can teach such a monk.

However, since a monk from such aristocratic family, no matter how seriously injured, no matter how disabled, he would not be thrown into the Red Moon City, a place that lacks aura but has beautiful scenery. This looks more like distribution.

Jia Jia became more and more curious about this monk named Zhang Feng, but even though there were as many books as there were stars in the secret room of the Law Enforcement Hall, Jia Jia's research was only a drop in the ocean, let alone the unknown Zhang Feng in front of him?Jia Jia didn't have any impression, so naturally she couldn't say who this person was.

Reaching out to open the account book in her hand, when it comes to small script, she has practiced hard for many years, but she can only be called delicate, and the small script on the account book in her hand, although it is also in black and white, is indeed what she has seen in her years of travel. The most relic handwriting, the fonts are staggered, large and small, open and close, with ups and downs.This word alone made Jiajia, who was a "monk halfway through", feel ashamed of herself.

I squeezed out a miniature streamer stone, flipped through the account books under my hand, slipped through dozens of pages with my fingertips, and suddenly felt a smooth and comfortable feeling on my fingertips, which was completely different from the numbness I felt when I touched my fingertips in the past.

Taking a closer look, the pages of this account book were made of the rarest green pine paper. Jiajia moved her nose, lowered her head and sniffed it, only to smell the clear fragrance of plum blossoms.

Paper, ink, and characters are all exquisite and meticulous works. Jiajia once again sighed, changing the miniature streamer in her hand, and the complicated and complicated work in the past has turned into a kind of enjoyment. The smell of plum blossoms is so pleasing to the nostrils, and the touch in the hands is pleasant. , Enjoy nothing more than this.

Stimulating the spiritual power to fully activate, the control technique turned into an invisible hand, turning the pages of the book non-stop, as if it had become an exquisite and complicated machine in the distant future, working at the fastest speed.

After the miniature streamer was miniaturized, Jiajia raised her hand and released a paper crane with aura, tied the miniature streamer stone to the toe of the paper crane, whistled softly, and then flew away.

Looking at the disappearing figure of the paper crane, Jiajia turned her head and opened the door to leave the house, only to see the crippled monk whom she had praised so many times as "bone of character" was bowing his head, holding a shower hooded monk in his hand. He took care of a Clivia plant carefully, with a serene and peaceful expression, without any resentment.

Jia Jia stood under the eaves with her hands behind her back, looking at the lame monk in front of her, she felt that the scene in front of her was picturesque and elegant, the scenery was as beautiful as the moon, and she was at ease.

He opened his mouth, but he still didn't make a sound, but he saw a qi training cultivator coming out from the slanting stab at the side, passing through the hall, when he saw her, he stopped and bowed his head to say hello: "Renren Lian."

Jia Jia nodded, and the qi training cultivator walked towards the crippled cultivator with a three-pointed satisfaction: "Master Zhang."

Zhang Feng's hands remained unchanged, and he tilted his head slightly: "What's the matter?"

The qi cultivator smiled "hehe" and patted his head in embarrassment: "It's nothing, but the rain pine at the east end of the courtyard was half blown down by the strong wind, please go and have a look."

Zhang Feng leisurely put down the water bottle in his hand, straightened the flowers and leaves of Clivia, turned around, and nodded when he saw Jia Jia, his voice was indifferent and leisurely: "Lead the way."

The two walked out of her field of vision just like that, and Jia Jia looked at the direction in which the two were leaving, and couldn't help muttering: "What is this Master Zhang doing in Hongyue City?"

However, I was just muttering to myself, but I didn't expect that someone would answer this sentence: "Renren Zhang said that he is here to provide for the elderly."

"Retirement?" Jiajia was stunned, but then she couldn't help but sneered, "It's kind of like that."

It's really retirement, enjoying life, maybe knowing that one's lifespan is limited, and just wanting to truly enjoy life within the limited lifespan.

However, knowing that her lifespan is limited, Jiajia wondered if she was in his position, would she be able to live quietly and be at ease?The answer is that she doesn't know either. If she knows that her lifespan is limited, all the motivation to move forward, and the pillar of belief will be overturned, Jia Jia doesn't know what kind of face she will face life. How can you deal with it calmly like Feng, and quietly feel the beauty of life?A sense of curiosity and respect for this monk surnamed Zhang has already unconsciously grown in his heart.

This place is tens of thousands of miles away from Kunlun, if you want to know the life of this monk named Zhang Feng, it is far from quenching your thirst.Xu Shi's years of traveling around the world have made her open-minded, and she has a different feeling in dealing with people and discussing things. It seems that the original restraint has quietly disappeared, and after years of precipitation, she has gradually become more generous.

Since you are curious, since you don't know, and since the distance cannot quench your thirst, why bother to seek far instead of near?It's better to ask a straight question.Perhaps it is a kind of intuition of women's nature, Jiajia only feels that a person who loves life so much is definitely not the kind of person who rejects others thousands of miles away.

Thinking of this, Jiajia didn't hesitate, and walked towards the monk named Zhang Feng.

In the past few years, I have taken on the task of traveling the world, and the time I stay in one place can be longer or shorter, depending on my mood.What attracts her may be the customs of a place, the picturesque scenery or special people or things.However, in the years of traveling, it was the first time for Jia Jia to have such a sense of curiosity. She had an intuition out of thin air that the time she stayed here should never be short.

After some turbulent thinking, Jia Jia found Zhang Feng again, Zhang Feng had repaired the rain pine, sat alone in the gazebo, lit a small green clay stove, made tea and sipped silently.

Jiajia walked through the long corridor ten feet away, and walked to the pavilion.

Zhang Feng got up, dragged his lame leg, and bowed to her from a distance: "Renren Lian."

The face is respectful and polite, just like every movement of his, no mistakes can be found.

Jia Jia bowed her hands and returned the salute without any nonsense, straight to the point: "Realist Zhang, Jiajia came to Red Moon City, saw the real person's hands and feet, quite a famous style, and saw the real person's ingenuity, exquisite use of everything. , this made me want to explore, please don’t be offended.”

Zhang Feng finally showed a different expression on his expressionless face. He was slightly taken aback, and after a while, he raised his hand hesitantly: "Please sit down, Lian Zhenren."

It was allowed.

Jia Jia smiled and nodded, facing him far away, sat down.

A cup of fragrant tea filled with mist was pushed in front of him, Zhang Feng nodded slightly: "Self-grown tea."

"Thank you." Jiajia picked up the teacup, the tea was just warm enough, which showed the depth of the fire, and after drinking a cup of tea, Jiajia opened her mouth and sighed softly: "Good tea!"

good tea.There is no half point, superfluous decoration, but it is a real feeling. Although in Kunlun, because Master and others like to taste tea, she also chews peonies, and eats a lot, but for tea. As a real layman, she can't tell what is good tea and what is bad tea.But for the cup in front of her, Jiajia could only feel a scent of tea lingering around her mouth and nose after she took it in her mouth, and it was so refreshing that it penetrated into her lungs, as if there was a faint aura hovering between her lips and tongue.

Zhang Feng raised his brows: "Good tea?" His appearance is not good-looking at all, let alone in the world of comprehension where handsome men and beautiful women gather, he is really quite unremarkable. Like a young child who is at a loss for the future, he looked at her with a blank expression: "Good tea? What's the best way?"

Jiajia was at a loss for words for a while, but after a long while, she heard her own voice: "Good tea is good tea. I thought tea was just something to quench my thirst, but when I came here, I realized that the fragrance of tea can be so good."

But he saw a bit of confusion on his face, and after a long while, he kept nodding: "Yes, well said. Tea is just something to quench your thirst. I think the fragrance of this tea is fragrant, and the fragrance of tea is lingering The day is endless, what is missing? What is missing is the refreshing nectar."

Jia Jia blinked her eyes in surprise, but saw Zhang Feng stood up, bowed in her direction and made a big salute: "Thank you, your unintentional words are enlightening to Zhang Feng, thank you."

After all, he wanted to get up and leave.

The astonishment in Jia Jia's eyes was even greater, and she really didn't understand why some monks would be so obsessed with such ingenious and obscene skills that are useless to cultivation. Thinking like this, she couldn't help asking him: "Zhang Daoist, do you pay too much attention to such things that are of no benefit to cultivation?"

Her tone was gentle, but her meaning was straightforward, but she saw Zhang Feng was slightly taken aback, then dropped a word, turned and walked away.

That sentence is "shouyuan has been determined, but only a few hundred years, why don't you do whatever you want, it's not a waste of time."

　There is a reason for such a detailed description of this person!In addition, I will accompany my mother to solve the problems left over from history in the past two days. In a few days, it will explode on Sunday or next week. You must believe in the outbreak of the author. O(∩_∩)O~~~~
　　
　
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