Dongzhang in the God Sculpture

For the next half month, Dongzhang waited for Wang An in this mountain stream every night.

What surprised Dongzhang was that Wang An came alone every time, and did not call the elders in the door to arrest Dongzhang, which was a bit of a surprise for Dongzhang.

The two got along very harmoniously, from Dongzhang asking a lot at the beginning to Wang An asking a lot later on, it's not surprising.

Dongzhang asked Wang An to go back to look for books or ask his master if he had any strange and puzzling questions, just like later generations would go to the library to find annotations.

In the sect, Wang An's strength has also improved by leaps and bounds, and he has become a leader in the fourth generation of Quanzhen Sect disciples. Even his master Zhao Zhijing is puzzled. As far as the middle-level level is concerned, why has there been such a sudden change recently? Some aspects of the Quanzhen swordsmanship are even more subtle than his own, but he is less proficient.

Naturally, Wang An would not obediently tell her about this, and he secretly floated up in the eyes of enjoying the admiration of many brothers and sisters, and his eyes even looked at his master without a lot of respect.

Just because I stayed with that mysterious young man all day long, his ability is far higher than that of my master. After being exposed to him for a long time, I also feel that my master is not that powerful.

Once this kind of mentality appeared, it became more and more out of control, and Dongzhang himself practiced by himself from his debut until now, without a peer or reference point around him, and all he met were long-established masters Even Wujue, which made Dongzhang not have much idea of ​​his own strength.

Except for Wujue, none of the peers around him have the mentality to let him catch up with him. Although he faintly sensed that something was wrong with Wang An, apart from respecting himself more and more, Dongzhang couldn't tell what it was specifically. what.

It's been like this for a month and a half, the mountain stream.

Dong Zhang said to Wang An, who was so courteous, "From today onwards, you don't have to come again."

Wang An was surprised: "Why?"

Dong Zhang said strangely: "Of course I have already learned it."

In fact, Wang An, whose heart has swelled up a lot recently, has his own thoughts, that is, to use one or two martial arts from Dongzhang. Seeing that his internal strength is so powerful at a young age, if he can get him With the skills on his body, it doesn't take long for him to surpass his master and win the No. 1 of the third generation.

Seeing Dongzhang say that now, he was naturally unwilling, and felt that the relationship between the two had become a little better. Wang An hurriedly said: "My lord, aren't you curious about other martial arts in this sect?"

Dong Zhang glanced at Wang An lightly, and said calmly, "I'm not curious."

"Forehead..."

"The ancestors of our sect used their innate skills to overwhelm the four peaks of the Eastern Evil, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, and the Northern Beggar. Isn't your son curious?"

Wang An looked around and said in a low voice.

Dong Zhang raised his eyes to look at him: "Do you know how?"

"Forehead..."

"Hehehe, innate skills, I'm not curious."

Dong Zhang said with a light smile.

As soon as these words came out, Wang An beside him was also shocked, and shouted in his heart: What kind of skill do you have, that is an innate skill.

Afterwards, his heart was full of fire. Doesn't that prove that this young man has a unique skill that is not inferior and innate?Even the eyes looking at Dongzhang were faintly bright.

Dong Zhang naturally had a panoramic view of Wang An's expression, and he hummed and chuckled inwardly: "Innate skills are powerful, but this is also the most orthodox method of Taoism. He went to Dali with his congenital skills in exchange for Master Yideng's Yiyang Finger to restrain Ouyang Feng's toad skills.

But Dong Zhang also knows that this technique is extremely difficult to learn. It seems that the Quanzhen Sect is only practiced by Wang Chongyang and his junior brother Zhou Botong. Want to achieve anything.

It seems that he must remain a boy before he can practice well, and Dongzhang doesn't want to become a Taoist priest, so how many decades can he live?Not worth it.

At this moment, Xiaosi Dongzhang, who couldn’t guess Wang An’s name, didn’t have to mess around any more. He raised his eyelids and squinted at him and said, “Your current kung fu must be among the best among the four generations of disciples.”

"Can..."

Before Wang An finished speaking, Dong Zhang pulled him over his neck, put one hand around his neck and pointed at his shoes with the other hand and said:

"The size of your feet should be the size of your shoes."

Then, with the strength of his left foot, he trampled a stone under his feet into powder, and said under Wang An's horrified eyes: "How big are your feet?"

"Can you wear this shoe?"

Immediately, he let go of the saddle with his right hand, and said calmly in his anxious eyes: "Are you envious?"

Wang An, who had already been frightened, did not dare to say anything. Dong Zhang looked directly at the young Taoist priest in front of him and said calmly: "I am like you, without a prominent family background, and even worse than you. I have never seen myself before." parents."

Under Wang An's surprised eyes, Dongzhang had already turned around and walked into the dark forest, and a light voice came:

"It's all in exchange for life."

Dong Zhang has been away for a long time now, only Wang An is left in the quiet mountain stream, still standing quietly in the same place without moving, and then looked at the direction Dong Zhang left with complicated eyes, tightening the saber in his hand, and looking resolutely Turn around and leave.

At this time, Dongzhang had already returned to the small shed next to the ancient tomb, sitting on his exclusive haystack, resting his chin on his right hand, staring at the dark woods in a daze.

The Quanzhen swordsmanship has been learned by myself, but now how to adjust the Jade Girl swordsmanship, the combination of two swords is the combination of the left hand Quanzhen swordsmanship and the right hand Jade Girl swordsmanship.

Dong Zhang, who had no idea at all, had no choice but to sneak into the ancient tomb tomorrow to have a look.

The next day, as soon as the sky turned up early in the morning, Bai Dongzhang had already quietly descended the mountain.

Walking around the streets to inquire about delicious cakes, I finally learned that the osmanthus cake in the west of the city is famous far and wide. It is said that many rich children from other villages come here to buy it, and it is the favorite of many ladies.

Dongzhang, who already had a lot of pastries in his hand, naturally couldn't let go of such a good thing. He rushed all the way to the west of the city, and saw that stall, okay, there were dense crowds of people around him, so he asked the people next to him and found out They all came to buy sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

He could only honestly stand behind the crowd and look forward to it. During the half a stick of incense, Dong Zhang couldn't help but feel secretly anxious when he saw the people walking out with big bags and small bags of pastries.

I wouldn't wait until my own time to sell it, but in fact, it's really not so memorized. When it was Dongzhang's turn, there were still seven pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake left at the stall. The remaining seven sweet-scented osmanthus cakes were swept away and put into the bag.

After buying the cakes, Dongzhang rushed to the mountains non-stop. At about ten o'clock in the morning, Dongzhang arrived at the entrance of the ancient tomb smoothly, and got into it in no time.

When I came to the lobby, I saw Grandma Sun cleaning alone, and asked curiously, "Grandma, where are they?"

Grandma Sun glanced at the dusty Dongzhang with an ugly face and said with a light smile, "Miss took them to practice swords, and it may take some time before she can come back."

"That's right..."

Then he said to Grandma Sun: "Grandma, borrow a few plates. These are pastries that Donggang bought at the foot of the mountain. I heard that they have a good reputation. You can try them."

"Good good."

The cakes were set on the stone table, and Grandma Sun also ate a piece, especially when she ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, her eyes lit up: "Well, this sweet-scented osmanthus cake is really well made."

But I was thinking in my heart: It should be very suitable for the young lady's taste, this guy is a good pick.

Seeing that the food he bought was praised, Dong Zhang was naturally overjoyed, and then Grandma Sun went to do other things, Dong Zhang waited for a while but the three of them came back, and then wandered around the ancient tomb with nothing to do.

"Huh, I'm really tired today, Sister Long, how is Xiaoyao doing today?"

The sound of laughter sounded, and it was the three sword practicers who had returned.

After the death of the master, there are fewer people to restrain her. The little dragon girl also has a lot of smiles on her face amidst the laughter and jokes of the two sisters all day long. In addition, she is still young and not as cold as the later generations. Since she has two more sisters, she has been deserted The ancient tombs are also much more lively.

The little dragon girl who followed the two sisters also said with a smile in the corner of her eyes: "You are not bad, Qing needs to practice more."

"I know, Master."

Lu Qing said respectfully.

"Wow, there are pastries."

Seeing the pastries and biscuits on the stone table, Xiao Lu Yao, who had been hungry for a whole day, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his little hand to the pastries on the table while bouncing around.

There was a soft snap.

"It hurts, Sister Long."

Little Lu Yao who was about to reach out was patted on the back of his hand by the little dragon girl behind him.

Ignoring Lu Yao's pitiful expression, Xiao Longnv turned her eyes to her dirty little hands and said coldly:

"Go wash your hands."

"Oh."

Xiao Luyao and Lu Qing could only go to wash their hands obediently first, while Xiao Longnu sat on the stone bench, glanced at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table, and felt a flash of emotion in her heart.

Then, the plain hand grabbed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and put it in the mouth, and then narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, obviously the taste of the cake was very suitable for his own taste.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind:

"Hey, are you alone, what about them?"

The voice sounded, and the flustered little dragon girl responded falteringly: "They are going to wash up."

Dongzhang walked over and said boredly: "Well, I heard Xiaoyao yelling that I haven't eaten pastry for a long time, so I went down the mountain to buy some when I have free time today, and I might see that little girl will be happy later. What is it like, hehehe."

The pupils of Xiaolongnv who turned her back to Dongzhang trembled. This sweet-scented osmanthus cake was not bought by Grandma Sun, but by him! ? ?

The more flustered Xiaolongnv didn't dare to turn around, at this time Dong Zhang let out a surprise: "Hey, why is there a piece missing on the table, where did it go, there are still six pieces, did you eat it?" ?”

Shocked, Xiao Longnu quickly stood up: "I didn't eat!"

Dongzhang looked at the little dragon girl who reacted in astonishment and unconsciously replied: "Oh..."

Then his eyes stared straight at the cake crumbs around Xiao Longnu's mouth, Xiao Longnu's neck turned red from his sight, and she stared wide-eyed: "I didn't eat."

Then he said in a panic, "If there's nothing else, I'll go first."

After that, under Dong Zhang's gaze, he left the lobby as if fleeing.

You haven't eaten yet...you're about to spit out...

It was originally bought for you, so why not be ashamed, this face is a bit thin....