C2 Appreciation

"Daoist Yi Feng, Daoist Yi Feng!" Shi Sanniang dragged her exhausted body and pounded on the entrance of Fresh Breeze Monastery.

"The thick and heavy door opened, and a daoist child walked out." Daoist Priest Yi Feng has yet to return from his tour of Hu Guang. Is there anything you need from him? "

Shi Sanniang could not help but cry in grief. Ye Zichen asked anxiously. "When will Daoist Yifeng return?"

"Master's trip has already been a few months and he is already on his way back. Perhaps, he is already on his way back. However, the Great Master, Daoist Master Xian Feng, is here to take charge of the affairs. " He saw that Shi Sanniang's body was exhausted. "He brought a child with him." The two of you, follow me to take a rest! "

The Clear Wind Monastery was solemn and quiet.

The little Daoist led Shi Sanniang and Shujian into the main hall, "Please wait for a moment, I'll go call Master!"

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a white-haired Daoist walked over. He was thin and had five long whiskers. His eyes were like lightning. Apparently, Internal Martial Arts had already reached the pinnacle.

"Are you Shi Sanniang from Stone Cliff Village?" "He caught a glimpse of the delicate features of the scholar's sword. Although he was still young, his heroic bearing was magnificent." Is he Book Sword? "

So it turned out that the affairs of Clear Wind Temple had always been managed by Daoist Priest Yi Feng. A few days ago, Daoist Master Xian Feng had been entrusted with the management of the affairs of Clear Wind Temple. Xifeng had always traveled the world, so he knew very little about the secular world.

When he heard Thirteenth Mother talk about the Stone Cliff Village, he angrily slapped the corner of the table with his right hand. The Eight Immortals Table crashed to the ground.

"Ten years ago, the demons in Guan Dong cultivated in the art of spiritual energy recovery and improved in martial arts. No one could match them. Aura recovery was a demonic martial art that allowed one's power to grow exponentially in a short period of time. However, at the same time, the damage to one's blood vessels and meridians was great. When the people of the land heard this, their expressions changed. From then on, the people of Guan Dong called the people of Guan Dong called the people of Wu Lin. "

"Relying on his invincible martial arts skills, he has led all the martial arts factions to obey him. Why did he massacre the Stone Cliff Village this time?"

Shi Sanniang shook her head and held onto the sword. Quickly pay your respects to Daoist Vengeance. This is our son, the Book Sword. "

Daoist Xian Feng shifted his gaze to the sword.

He cupped his hands and said, "I pay my respects to Daoist Vengeance." When he raised his head to look, he saw Daoist Master Xian Feng looking at him with a gaze as sharp as lightning.

Suddenly, he felt a wave of dizziness, but it was only in a split-second. He also felt that wherever Daoist Master Feng gazed at. Warm as spring, like sunlight, like a breeze blowing. Unspeakable enjoyment. He wanted to get rid of it, but he couldn't help but be curious. He thought to himself, "This Taoist is really amazing." I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Daoist Xian Feng held onto the hand of the book sword. "He said this to Shi Sanniang in surprise." Shu Jian's talent was exceptional, he was indeed a rare talent in martial arts. He was not one to be surprised at such a young age. Under the heavens, no one can look me in the eye for a quarter of an hour. The eyes of the book sword are firm, brave, persistent and fearless. "Looks like this old one is willing to admit defeat."

He thought of his father's tragic death. None of the villagers in the Stone Cliff Village escaped. Hatred surged within their hearts. His eyes were like torches. It was like two sharp blades shooting towards Daoist Xian Feng.

Xian Feng Dao was shocked. This baby was so powerful. Innate Qi is pure and thick, in time it will come to fruition. He held onto the book sword's hand. "Why?" "Look at my eyes. What did you see?"

The sword only felt pain in his eyes. A gaze as cold as frost was directed at Daoist Xian Feng's eyes. It melted in an instant. And he saw the sun rising. It felt like the spring wind. Everything was changing. The flowers were turning red. The grass turned green. There was even the chirping of birds next to the flowers and willows. All of a sudden, he was completely immersed in it. Unknown where.

Shi Sanniang saw it all. He didn't know what to do. She called out, "Book sword, book sword." He had no idea that the book sword had already entered a meditative state, and no sound could be heard from her.

"Daoist Xian Feng patted the shoulder of the book sword." "Child, go to sleep, go to sleep." The voice was extremely gentle and pleasant to the ears. Just like a mother comforting a sleeping baby. He fell into a deep sleep on the ground.

Shi Sanniang was shocked and said, "It's okay, it's okay. He's just sleepy. " He pointed to the daotong at the side and said, "Yichen, help this little brother into the inner chamber to have a good rest."

Yi Chen picked up his book sword and slowly walked into the inner hall.

Dao Lord Xian Feng's expression was filled with joy as he looked towards Shi Sanniang.

"Shi Sanniang, let's talk further."

"The book sword is truly strange. Although I've only looked at it for a quarter of an hour, I can feel that the book sword's talent far surpasses mine. When a person's essence, energy, and divine reach the peak, the energy it releases would be enough to shake the heavens."

"Junior Yifeng and I have been practising 13 chapters of Tao technique since childhood." Junior brother Yifeng was more aggressive. I just enjoyed breathing and breathing. Dao Techniques Chapter 8 - Opening the Heaven's Eyes. This old man has been studying for more than fifty years. Although his eyes were sharp, he had some skill. But there was still some distance to go before the Heaven's Eyes opened. The book sword was a child's body, protected by spiritual energy. For example, deep study of breathing and breathing exercises. In the future, he would definitely become a great person.

Shi Sanniang heard it. "Delight in heart." Taoist, please accept him as your disciple! " He was about to kneel after he finished speaking. I'll be with Saburo, thank you. "

Dao Lord Xian Feng supported Shi Sanniang and said happily: "Alright, I will accept him as my disciple and let him practice the Heavenly Vision Technique." As for the other martial arts, he would leave them to his junior brother Yifeng.

It's hard to choose a master for martial arts, and harder to choose a talented disciple, so a good master meets a good student." It was as joyful as a drinker meeting a good wine. This was fate.

Daoist Xian Feng continued, "Shi Sanniang, things have already come to this point, don't be too sad." The Clear Wind Monastery was, after all, a peaceful and quiet place. He had long since stopped asking about the affairs of the martial arts world by reciting scriptures and cultivating his body. So for the time being it's hard for them to find it.

With the sword here, you can rest assured.

But you are a woman? It is inconvenient to spend more than a few days in observation. I had a distant relative before I left home. It wasn't far from here. is to look down at the bean curd village. I'll have to trouble you to stay there for now. You can also help them with their work.

Shi Sanniang clasped her hands together and thanked again. There is no way for Shi Sanniang to repay this great kindness. She can only hope that Shujian will grow up to be an adult and will repay you in the future. "

Daoist Master Xian Feng laughed. "You're being too serious," he said and ordered Yi Chen to tidy up the room. "Shi Sanniang, you've gone all the way. Rest in the carriage." In the next few days, Yi Feng was about to return. We'll talk more about it then.

A few days of hard work. Shi Sanniang was indeed tired. However, when she saw the book sword sleeping on the side, her exhaustion greatly decreased. After a simple wash, he fell into a deep sleep.

A teenager's heart is always happy.

The young man's heart was bright again.

Even though his young heart had suffered such a change, this gave him a maturity that he should not have. And hatred for the world.

But at the same time, it was a seven or eight year old child.

There are fairy tales in his world. Fantasy.

If a person's heart was filled with hatred. Then his emotional world must also be gloomy.

The book sword woke up from its dream.

He looked around at the white walls and the green tiles. It was quiet and solemn. He saw his mother sleeping soundly beside him. He didn't want or want to disturb his mother.

Suddenly, he heard the faint sound of hooves.

A child her own age was shouting.

Was it a dream?

Why couldn't anyone hear him?

The sound was getting clearer and clearer.

The book sword saw that there was no one around. He then ran to the outside of the viewing gallery. He could vaguely see a few people chasing after a child. The sword quickly ran to the bushes outside and hid.

"Grab him, grab him. This little beggar. "You stole something and you still want to run?" The ones who spoke were two middle-aged men in their forties, dressed in black. It appeared to be the housekeeper of a certain house, and the child in front of him. The clothes were ragged. His hair was disheveled and his face was covered in filth. His feet were slippery with oil.

"I said I didn't steal it, why are you chasing me?" He winked again. It was obvious that he didn't take these two servants seriously.

He turned left and right. In a hurry, the child ran into the forest where the sword was hidden. When he saw the book sword, he was stunned for a moment. He then rolled his eyes and quickly took out an item from his bosom and stuffed it into the bosom of the book sword. He gestured not to speak. He quickly fled.

"The two stewards chased him to the edge of the forest. Just as they were about to go in and look for him, the child's voice sounded again from the end of the forest." Haha, I said I didn't steal it, so I didn't believe it! "

The two stewards were startled. "Little beggar, let's see where you can run to!" He hurried in that direction.

"The sword heard the child's bright, high-pitched voice shouting." "I'm just a small loach, and you guys can't catch me. I'm jumping around, and I'm going to sleep …"

The little loach, the sword thought. How funny. Suddenly, he remembered what he had given to him. He took it out from his robes. A strange fragrance entered his mouth. It turned out to be a beautifully crafted scented sachet.

Why did this little loach steal it? The sword put the scented sachet back into his pocket. Close to the vest. He touched an item, and the book sword was shocked. So it was the secret record of Stone Cliff Village that was waiting on him. This was something that his father had protected with all his might. He must give it to Daoist Yi Feng safely. As he thought of this, he felt regret for his own recklessness.

He looked around to see that there was no longer any movement. Just as he was about to rush back into the temple, someone suddenly patted his shoulder from behind. Shuang Jian broke out in a cold sweat. Aiya, what should he do now?