Chapter 1015: Ways? (Add to update for the leader of the owl~)


    Not only Feng Zichen, but now, almost all monks outside the field have seen it.


    They looked at the sword-conference field with graceful figures, naturally like water. Under the airtight sword light, they even had an ink painting that had never broken in the corner of their clothes, and their hearts were filled with indescribable shock.


    This shock stuck in their throats, making them unable to say a word.


    Top body skills? !


    This ink painting actually has a wonderful body technique that is above the top geniuses in learning?


    His body skills are even better than those of the genius who are carrying the top inheritance of Xiaoyao Sect and the Feng family?


    This...how is this possible?


    Everyone was incredible.


    Especially the monks from the Xiaoyao Sect and Feng family.


    The strongest disciples and the strongest body skills among them were actually compared by a mere ink painting. They were difficult to accept emotionally and rationally, and they felt even more blind.


    Elder Feng''s face was even more ugly.


    At the same time, his face was even more painful.


    Especially when he thought of the "bold words" he said before the sword debate, saying that their Feng family had a superb body and skills, he would definitely draw ink and cut under the sword.


    Elder Feng''s old face almost couldn''t hold back.


    Elder Zhang was shocked when he looked at the ink painting on Fang Tian’s painting.


    Is this just learning to fight for swordsmanship?


    Is this the most genius?


    Originally, he thought that Feng Zichen''s body skills were already incredibly powerful among his peers.


    But I didn’t expect that there was really a world beyond heaven and there were people beyond humans.


    There are even more powerful body movements of this level than him.


    "Ink Painting..." This name seems to have a magical power engraved in Elder Zhang''s heart.


    Elder Zhang turned his head again and looked at Elder Feng.


    Elder Feng felt a little relieved when he heard this. After thinking for a while, he sighed and bowed to Elder Zhang: "I was obsessed with the appearance, and I was determined to win. I underestimate the geniuses of each sect. Then he spoke wildly, which made Brother Zhang laugh."


    "Brother Feng is so serious," Elder Zhang shook his head, and then praised: "Zi Chen, a child, has two unique skills. The more he practices, the more exquisite it becomes, the future will be limitless."


    "You must be frivolous when you are young. With this setback, it is also a good thing to settle down your character. Don''t be too anxious for a moment."


    "Yes..." Elder Feng nodded and felt relieved.


    But at the same time, he was still very confused: "Brother Zhang, Zichen, this child, is equipped with the Fengfeng stroll of Xiaoyao Sect and the Feng Feng stroll of the Feng family, which is already the top inheritance of body skills."


    "This is called Mo Hua... What kind of body skills did he learn? It is even more sophisticated than the inheritance of my Feng family and Xiaoyao Sect?"


    "This..." Elder Zhang frowned.


    He looked up again, looked at the ink painting, fell into deep thought, and then slowly pondered: "It is a...a unique inheritance of water-based body techniques, but it must not be a flowing water step."


    "The flowing water step looks like a cover."


    "This body technique...flashes and moves in a square inch, and its body is like water, flowing with the waves."


    "Its slowness is like a stream rising from a mountain stream, and its fastness is like a river flowing away..."


    "There are thousands of changes in the subtle areas, and it is endless when it flows..."


    "In addition, there are some water mists that are hazy, seemingly real and illusory, and it is not entangled..."


    "It is indeed brilliant, with thousands of exquisiteness in it, and the veins are a bit ancient and clumsy, and I can''t see the head..."


    "Elder Zhang frowned.


    Elder Feng nodded repeatedly.


    The Zhang family is also a family of body and skills, and Elder Zhang is still in a state of extraordinary vision and insight.


    But as he listened, he suddenly felt something was wrong.


    "Brother Zhang..." Elder Feng looked at the ink painting, then turned his head to look at Elder Zhang, with a strange look and couldn''t help asking: "Why do I think this kid is using your Zhang family''s ''shui step''?"


    Even the eldest elder of the Zhang family was really confused.


    Zhang Lan behind him was tense, with a serious face, but his feet were stumbled on the ground, wishing he could dig a hole so that he could jump in.


    "Surviving steps?"


    The elder of the Zhang family frowned and was a little stunned.


    This is really a possibility he had never imagined.


    It’s not his fault that he didn’t expect it, it was really... Even if he racked his brains, he couldn’t figure out what kind of opportunity would a disciple of the Taixu Sect, the leader of the formation and the genius of the Sword Competition Conference, be able to cross tens of millions of miles and learn the passing of his Zhang family?


    Moreover, this passing step is suppressing the Feng Step of Xiaoyao Sect and the Feng Family’s Bagua Walking Step.


    How could his Zhang family be so powerful?


    He thought, but is it possible?


    "Impossible..." Elder Zhang shook his head slightly, "Although this kid uses water-based body techniques, the spiritual power flows differently in the details, and there are a lot more changes. It is not like the same routine as the water step."


    "What''s more, the passing of water is a secret that my Zhang family does not pass on. How can outsiders learn it?"


    "Is it possible..." Elder Feng worriedly, "Is it the Zhang family''s unique skill leaked?"


    “It’s absolutely impossible!”


    Elder Zhang said solemnly: "This is the inheritance of the ancestors. The extracurricular traditions of the ancestors. My Zhang family has no such ruthless children!"


    "If there is such a disciple, even if I don''t peel him or **** his tendons, I will definitely punish him to eat bran and choke vegetables in front of the ancestral hall of my ancestors and kneel for hundreds of years..."


    It was like a thunderclap on the sunny day.


    Zhang Lan only felt her scalp numb, her head buzzed, and her whole heart was cold.


    From the beginning, all his worries about the passing of water were realized at the same time today, unexpectedly.


    Ink paintings are seen by people.


    It would be fine to be seen, but this was seen by almost all monks in the Qianxuezhou area at the sword contest.


    The most important thing is that he was seen by the eldest elder of the Zhang family.


    This is not counting, what is more serious is...


    The Zhang family’s body movements have been learned by outsiders.


    This outsider learns better than his Zhang family.


    The elder didn’t even realize that this was his Zhang family’s thing…


    This matter is just not exposed, once the great elder finds out...


    Zhang Lan didn’t dare to think about it at all.


    He could only grit his teeth, sit upright, look ahead, and hold his breath.


    I treat myself as a "stone man" and dare not take a breath.


    I was afraid that if I took a breath, the elder would find out that he had a ghost in his heart.


    Elder Zhang did not doubt him for a moment.


    After all, in his heart, the use of ink painting is simply impossible for his Zhang family to be the passing steps.


    And Fang Tian’s sword contest continues on the painting.


    But the situation of the battle is already very clear.


    Feng Zichen, the strongest in Xiaoyao Sect, was overwhelmed by Mo Hua in his body skills, and was slower in swordsmanship.


    The wind-type fast sword, once it slows down, its power will naturally be greatly reduced.


    He could not cut the ink painting under the sword in a short period of time.


    In theory, he can make countless mistakes. As long as he succeeds once, he will kill a sword.


    Ink painting can succeed countless times. As long as it fails once and fails with a sword, he will also die.


    But this is the seemingly simple but extremely slim sword that made Feng Zichen feel extremely desperate.


    On the surface of Taixu Sect, Mo Hua is not the strongest, strongest disciple, but the genius of swordsman Linghu Xiao.


    Ink paintings are first hidden, then flowing water steps, and then turning water steps. It took Feng Zichen a lot of time to do so.


    These times are for Linghu Xiao.


    Other disciples of Xiaoyao Sect can suppress Linghu Xiao for a moment with the attack of the fast sword, but it is impossible for them to really beat him.


    As time goes by, their swords will become slower and slower.


    Linghu Xiao finally found a flaw while Mo Hua was delaying, urging Chongxu''s sword energy to break the Feng Jian Sword of Xiaoyao Sect.


    As soon as the Feng Jian siege was broken, Linghu laughed like a tiger coming out of the cage. Under the cover of Cheng Mo and others, he began to kill all directions.


    The disciples of Xiaoyao Sect will naturally retreat step by step.


    Feng Zichen, the genius of Xiaoyao Sect, abandoned the victory or defeat, and only wanted to kill the ink painting, or even just wanted to stab the ink painting.


    Just stab a sword.


    As long as you can stab it, you can''t kill the ink painting.


    Even, it’s fine to cut a corner of his clothes.


    As long as you can really touch that figure that is like water, fog, and ghosts.


    Apart from that, he did not want anything.


    But he failed to hit.


    No matter how fast his body movement is, no matter how fast his sword is, no matter how fast his meridians are, no matter how fine his sword is, he can''t even pierce it into the ink.


    Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Xuan and the other four, killed four disciples of Xiaoyao Sect, and then gathered around to cover Feng Zichen.


    The Mo Hua, who was chased for the whole time, had free time, so he used his backhand to start "training" Feng Zichen.


    The result is no suspense.


    This Xiaoyao Sect genius, the leader of the Feng family, lost just like that.


    Not just losing.


    Before Feng Zichen''s defeat, his face was pale, lost in his soul, and even his heart was vaguely broken.


    This scene made everyone feel pity for a moment, and a sigh and regret sounded.


    "This son of Mo Hua is very guilty!"


    "Oh, another genius was humiliated and ruined by him..."


    "I feel uncomfortable when I look at it..."


    "Not Feng Zichen''s fault, who would have thought that this **** ink painting would have such a good body style?"


    "Where did he learn this terrible body technique?"


    "Which **** **** is it who helped the evil and passed on his shameless body technique?"


    Some people also realized the problem:


    "This ink painting has such a good body style. It turns out that she was cut off and fled in a panic before. Are she all acting?"


    "Hiss-"


    Everyone took a breath.


    "It''s not a cat catching a mouse, but a mouse playing with a cat?"


    "Is he teasing Feng Zichen?"


    "No," someone shook his head, "He is not just teasing Feng Zichen, he is teasing all of us..."


    At that time, everyone was gloating and waiting to read the jokes of the ink painting.


    As a result, all of them became jokes.


    Everyone was played with by ink painting again.


    When everyone thought of this, they were silent. Their faces were burning, and anger surged in their chests.


    They were angry in silence, but they could only remain silent in anger, so they could not say a word.


    But no matter what, the "name" of ink painting has become bigger again.


    Of course, this title is full of criticism.


    …


    After that, the sword competition was still going on, and the disciples of other sects began to compete.


    Elder Feng was a little absent-minded.


    And because of Mo Hua and Feng Zichen''s magical body movements in front and the sword contest behind were all a bit boring.


    Elder Zhang was also perfunctory.


    In this bland and boring "garbage" time, Zhang Lan was the only one with a straight figure like a clay sculpture, but his heart was as painful as a fire and cooking oil. Every minute and second, he lived like a year.


    I don’t know that after enduring for too long, Zhang Lan and others were irritated, and today’s sword contest was finally over.


    The audience around also began to end.


    At this moment, Elder Zhang suddenly turned around and glanced at Zhang Lan with a deep gaze.


    Zhang Lan''s whole body was shocked, and his soul was almost scared.


    "Go back home..." said Elder Zhang.


    Zhang Lan was stunned for a long time before holding her breath and nodding, "Yes, the Great Elder."


    He was restless and his tone was a little unstable.


    Elder Zhang felt a little strange, but he had no doubt for the moment. He just felt that Zhang Lan was in a state of great excitement when he saw Qian Xue’s sword contest and so many top geniuses competing for the competition.


    Elder Zhang was not used to it, but felt relieved.


    There is heaven beyond heaven, and there is someone beyond man.


    This sentence applies to everyone.


    Sometimes, if you don’t come out and take a look, you don’t know how big the world is and how many geniuses are.


    Watch the moon in a well and keep your complacent steps, there is no future.


    Only by overcoming this hurdle in your heart, acknowledging the extraordinaryness of others, knowing your own shortcomings, not being arrogant or impatient, not being discouraged, and devote yourself to practicing, can you go a long way in the future.


    Fang Tian’s shadow was dim, turning pure white, and the image disappeared.


    Everyone stood up and left Mount Ludao in an orderly manner.


    Zhang Lan also mingled in the crowd and walked down the Ludao Mountain.


    His legs were a little stiff, and he was still nervous.


    But the elder did not raise any doubts, which was a blessing in disguise.


    Zhang Lan was really relieved.


    After walking for a moment, he turned around and looked at Fang Tian Huaying''s blank shadow. The scene of Mo Hua and the top genius of the Feng family appeared in his mind. The body and hydration were integrated, and the sword was sharpened, and the half-blade was not touched. He felt shock in his heart.


    He was still a little unbelievable.


    The little kid he met in the remote village of Daheishan, Lizhou, has not seen him for ten years and has now become the leader of the entire fifth-rank Qianxuezhou area and thousands of sects.


    It is the "pride of heaven" who can fight against famous geniuses of various sects at the highly anticipated swordsmanship conference without losing the advantage.


    Even thousands of monks hated him to the core, but they could not do anything to him...


    “Ink painting…”


    This familiar name suddenly became very strange.


    Zhang Lan was stunned for a long time, as if in a dream.


    …


    After returning to the Feng family, Elder Zhang ordered everyone in the Zhang family to say:


    "Elder Feng and I have some important things to talk about. You can take action to see the mountains and see the scenery, and make friends."


    "But the foundation-building disciples must have a elixir to walk with them."


    "Also, this is the fifth-rank Qianxuezhou community, with many families and genius, no better than the Canglan Prefecture community of my Zhang family."


    "You must be careful when doing things, be kind to others, and never cause trouble."


    "Before the hour of Hai, be sure to come back, otherwise the family law will be dealt with."


    The disciples bowed: "Yes, the Great Elder."


    "Yeah." The elder nodded, brushed his sleeves and left.


    All the disciples of the Zhang family were relieved.


    The atmosphere also became lively.


    The disciples of the Zhang family were discussing where to go, or visiting relatives and friends, and some people called Zhang Lan.


    Zhang Lan is lazy, but she is easy and free and has a good reputation among the clan.


    What''s more, he is still a golden elixir.


    Zhang Lan thought about it and went with her.


    Everyone left the cave and walked around in the nearby Xiaoyao City, and saw the customs and scenery of Qianxuezhou.


    The full view of prosperity is full of gold and jade, and it is really beautiful.


    The children of the Zhang family were amazed.


    Only Zhang Lan is the only one who has no mind and no thoughts.


    As I was walking around, a disciple suddenly sighed:


    "The Qianxuezhou community is so good. Unfortunately, I can''t come here to study, and my parents don''t let me."


    "That''s right, this time it was the great elder who brought us to watch the ceremony. I''m going back this time and I''m not sure when it will be."


    "Ganzhou is too far away, and it may never come..."


    "What a pity..."


    Zhang Lan, who was standing beside him, couldn''t help but think: "Do you want to find an opportunity... to meet Mo Hua?"


    This time I came to the Ganxuezhou community was considered a coincidence.


    After watching the sword contest, they were about to return to Kanzhou. At that time, they were really far away and they had never met each other.


    There will be one side in the future. No one knows where the ink painting will go and whether we will meet again.


    But... Zhang Lan hesitated again.


    He taught the way in the ink painting. Logically, he should "avoid suspicion" at this time, otherwise he would be in great trouble if the elder noticed it.


    What''s more, Mo Hua is busy with sword contests now and should not disturb him.


    Besides, ink painting is no longer the same as before, and is already a genius who is highly anticipated. He may not remember who he is...


    I don’t know where to find ink painting...


    Zhang Lan was worried for a moment and hesitated.


    But while hesitating, he remembered some of the feelings that the Great Elder often said.


    The years of practice are long, separation is easy, but meeting is difficult.


    A person’s life is a difficult situation, and many people have already seen each other’s last face in their lives without realizing it.


    And this moment in front of him might be the only chance he can see Mo Hua again in his life.


    Once you miss it, you will be one side after another and you will likely practice your own practice until your body dies and your Tao will disappear.


    Zhang Lan felt endless regret in his heart.


    He thought about it and said to the others, "You go and visit first, I''ll meet a fellow Taoist."


    The others were a little surprised, but they didn''t ask much, but nodded one after another, some shouted "Brother Lan" and "Uncle Lan" and said, "Go early and come back early, be careful."


    Zhang Lan nodded and said goodbye to the Zhang family.


    He was going to find Mo Hua, but the problem was that he didn''t know where Mo Hua was. After thinking for a while, he thought that since Mo Hua was a disciple of Taixu Sect, he must have returned to Taixu Sect after the sword contest.


    "Taixu Gate..." Zhang Lan hired a carriage, asked about the way, and headed towards Taixu Gate.


    Xiaoyao Gate and Taixu Gate are both eight major gates, not far apart.


    Moreover, there is a dedicated road between the main corporations, with chariots and horses like dragons, and convenient travel.


    In about half an hour, Zhang Lan arrived at Taixu City, then compared the map, walked through the city street, followed the stone steps, and reached the mountain gate of Taixu Gate.


    But when I arrived at the mountain gate, I was stopped.


    At the time of the sword contest, there were crowds of people in Ganxuezhou, and monks from all walks of life were coming, and fish and dragons were mixed.


    Once there are too many people, it is easy to cause trouble.


    Therefore, most sects of the academic school will strictly control access and refuse all foreign visitors.


    Without the sect order and the elder letter, you can''t enter the mountain gate at all.


    Zhang Lan was stopped outside the door.


    Of course, he is not alone, and some monks who want to enter the Taixu Sect to find relatives and friends, or to see the grand occasions of the sect are also refused to enter.


    Someone was talking to the disciple of Shoushan, saying which elder he knew and which guest official, but it was useless.


    This is a rule and cannot be explained.


    Zhang Lan stood outside the mountain gate for a long time and sighed helplessly.


    It is difficult to force a person’s encounter.


    This may be destined by cause and effect.


    The sky is getting darker, the sunset is setting, and the sunset is disappearing.


    Zhang Lan''s eyes were slightly dim, so he could only turn his head and walk down the mountain step by step along the long mountain road.


    Step by step, stay away from Taixu Mountain.


    …


    At this time, in Taixu Mountain.


    After a day of sword competition, Mo Hua was walking towards his disciples with Situ and others, but as he walked, his heart suddenly jumped.


    An inexplicable sense of familiarity surged into my heart.


    Ink painting stopped.


    Situ Jian asked, "Senior Brother, what''s wrong?"


    Mo Hua shook his head, stretched out his palm, calculated with his fingers, and said to Situ and the others: "You go back first, I have something to do."


    Situ Jian and Cheng Mo looked at each other.


    Mo Hua waved his hand, and without waiting for Situ and the others to answer, he walked towards the mountain gate.


    When we arrived at the mountain gate, there were many monks blocking the door, which was a little noisy.


    Mo Hua stood on the high steps and looked into the distance and saw a little sad back gradually fading away.


    This back is dressed in blue, very familiar.


    Mo Hua was stunned and was a little unbelievable at the first time. Then his eyes became brighter and brighter, and a bright smile appeared on his face, and he shouted excitedly: "Uncle Zhang!"


    This crisp shout passed over the high steps and reached the foot of the mountain, and also reached Zhang Lan''s ears who were going down the mountain.


    Zhang Lan was stunned, turned around slowly, and looked back and saw that Taixu Mountain was vast, clouds were covered with mist, and the fairy spirit was floating.


    The mountain gate is vast and the mountain terrace is quaint.


    At the end of the mountain platform, a beautiful young man was waving to him with a happy face.


    It was already dusk at this time and the sun was drooping.


    But the boy''s eyes were as bright as stars, and his smile was as clear as the rising sun.


    Compared with the child he remembers, it seems to have changed a lot, but it also seems that nothing has changed.


    A warm current flows from the heart.


    The joy of meeting is like a sweet rain after the rain, growing in my heart.