The heavens start from Maoshan

Zhang Heng leaned on the chair, looked up at the moonlight, and there was no joke in his words.

"Brother Zhang, are there any guests coming tonight?"

Fu Qingfeng is just an ordinary person and doesn't know much about monks.

Hearing this, Zhang Heng said with a smile: "People who practice Taoism have no eyesight, relying on learning two kinds of magic, each of them thinks that he is the best in the world. Today in the restaurant, I broke the Taoist magic. I guess he must not Willing to lose to me, I will come back tonight to find my way back.”

Upon hearing that the Taoist would come again, Fu Qingfeng shuddered.

These cultivators are different from their martial arts practitioners. They are tricky and hard to guard against. If they are not careful, they will fall into the trap.

Fu Qingfeng still knew the strength of his fellow apprentices.

There is a big senior brother at the head, leading a few juniors, it is a bandit village with hundreds of people, if you can say pick it, you will pick it.

But in front of that Taoist, they all fell down with a wave of their sleeves, completely powerless to fight back. If that Taoist came to make trouble again tonight, I am afraid that he would not be the enemy of one move.

"Brother Zhang, I'm going to trouble you again."

Fu Qingfeng felt a little embarrassed when he thought that his fellow apprentices caused this incident, but in the end Zhang Heng was responsible for the cause and effect.

What's more, after his brothers and sisters were rescued, they didn't even say thank you. Instead, they blamed Zhang Heng for interrupting their chance. Thinking about it, Fu Qingfeng felt ashamed to blush.

"I'm Hong Jian's friend, and you are Hong Jian's wife."

"Right now, Hong Jian is not at home. As the eldest brother, I won't let anyone bully you. This is not against you, but to give Hong Jian face."

Zhang Heng waved his hand: "Go to sleep, with me here, there is no problem."

Fu Qingfeng bowed slightly, knowing that he couldn't help, so he went back to the house to hide.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it was midnight in a blink of an eye.

"Beware of candles and thieves!"

On the street outside, there was the sound of beeping.

Bang bang bang! !

Hit the clapper three times, it's the third watch.

"Watch out for candles!"

The voice of the watchman gradually approached.

The sounds of clappers followed one after another, with a special rhythm, which made people drowsy.

Zhang Heng opened his eyes slightly, and thrust the sword into the ground.

In the next second, one becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen...

The sword seemed to have the ability to reproduce. Zhang Heng obviously inserted it in front of him, but soon, more swords were reproduced, extending all the way outward, enclosing the entire courtyard.

buzzing...

The sword buzzed, shaking like weeds blown by a light wind, echoing the sound of clappers outside.

The sound of the clapper outside became excited after being neutralized by the sound of the sword, and the drowsiness was swept away.

"Scattered Nymphaeum, flow from left to right, a fair lady, longing for it."

"I can't ask for it, I am thinking about it, I am leisurely, I am tossing and turning."

"Scattered waterweed, pick it from the left and right, a fair lady, a friend of the piano."

"Scattered waterweed, left and right, mediocre lady, played by bells and drums."

There were singing and the beating of musical instruments outside.

In a trance, Zhang Heng seemed to be dreaming back to the Qin Dynasty, incarnate as a farmer, picking waterweed by the river.

Picking and picking, when I looked up, there was also a woman picking waterweed on the opposite side of the river.

She is beautiful and virtuous, with a smile that overwhelms the country, just one glance makes people toss and turn, sleepless at night, wanting to play the harp to get close to her, beat the bells and drums to please her.

"My son, my son?"

The beauty's gauze dress is half-covered and half-leaked.

A pair of jade feet, not stained with dust.

About twenty-eight years old, sixteen years old.

Adding it will make you fat, and subtracting it will make you thin.

Neither fat nor thin, the voice is like a clear bell.

Such a beautiful woman can marry a prince.

"Wonderful!"

"No more than eighteen!"

Zhang Heng clapped his palms and smiled, and praised: "Petty bourgeoisie have flowers and wine, idlers have bedside, Huaichun can't afford to hurt the ancients, loli marry a prince!!"

Seeing Zhang Heng praise.

The girl sang and sang, and danced: "The peacock flies southeast and wanders."

After dancing the song, his eyes were watery and rippling: "Young Master, would you like to fly with me?"

Zhang Heng flicked the blade with his fingers, and sang: "If you can fly together, you can fly together, and your true love will always be with you. If you can match your wings, you can fly together, and you will never regret it."

finished singing.

Zhang Heng raised his sword and chopped it off: "Go to Ma De!"

The girl was caught off guard, and was slashed on the shoulder by a sword, turning into sparks and dissipating away.

At the same time, the illusion suddenly disappeared, and there was a muffled groan from outside the wall, as well as an angry curse: "You rough man, you are so rude!"

"Out of the flying sword!"

Zhang Heng stretched out his hand and pointed, and the sword flew out instantly.

Seeing the flying sword attacking, the Taoist priest outside the wall turned into a wisp of green smoke, and said sharply: "This is at the foot of the emperor. My dream skills are suppressed by the luck of the dynasty, which is greatly reduced. This is why you won two games. You come to Tianqi Mountain outside the southern city, Tianqi Temple look for me, I will let you taste my strength."

Zhang Heng smiled disdainfully: "The weak will always find excuses for their failures, but the strong will not. You'd better retreat obediently and practice hard for a few more years."

Hearing this, the Taoist priest was even angrier: "There is an article on my dream method, which can be a bet. Do you dare to come to the sky to watch and fight with me again?"

"Dream method?"

Zhang Heng's eyes lit up.

The dream technique of Taoist priests is hard to guard against, and it is obviously inherited.

Not to mention far away, just a moment in the world, converted into the time in a dream, can make people greatly improved.

When the time comes to dream and practice swords at night, a dream will be a year, even if the effect of practicing in a dream will be discounted, but a dream is a year in a dream, can the realm of ten thousand swords flying together be far away?

"It's a good bet, and I take it."

Zhang Hengfei stood up.

In mid-air, he looked back at Fu Qingfeng's boudoir, thought for a while, and left behind another Jade Talisman of Town House.

After all, just now when the Taoist priest attacked with a dream technique, Fu Qingfeng fell into a coma without any accident.

If once he left, a flower-picker would come, and Fu Qingfeng, who was unconscious, would be like Xiao Longnv, then his crime would be serious.

"My heart is facing the sky, the world is in panic, and I guard the gate of the house to protect one side."

Zhang Heng punched the magic formula into the jade talisman.

The next second, a translucent golden-armored general appeared at the door, poked a painted halberd on the ground, and exhaled a puff of air from his nostrils: "Hmph!"

"General Lao!"

Zhang Heng cupped his hands and saluted, then turned into a streamer and flew towards Tianqi Mountain.

Chapter 212: Sleeping Fairy

There is a mountain outside Kaifeng Mansion, named Tianqi Mountain.

There is a Taoist temple on the mountain called Tianqi Temple.

The Taoist temple is just a small temple, and the incense is not strong, because there is only one lazy Taoist priest inside, who often sleeps until the afternoon before opening the door, and closes the door to sleep at night.

Over time, fewer people go to offer incense.

Even the nearby farmers only know that the Taoist priest's surname is Han, and they like to regard themselves as immortals.

When they ran into each other face to face, he was not angry when someone asked him what kind of fairy he was, but he replied with a smile, "Sleeping fairy."

Whoosh! !

Zhang Heng came through the sky, and soon found Tianqi Temple.

This temple is really small, with only three rooms, in the middle is the ancestor Chen Tuan, with the kitchen on the left and the bedroom on the right.

There is a vegetable garden in front of the door, which has not been taken care of well. Many vegetable leaves have been eaten by insects. Perhaps this is a paradise for insects.

tread...

Zhang Heng's feet landed on the ground.

In the next second, the surrounding scenery changed.

In the eyes, the Taoist temple has turned into a city, and three characters are written on the gate: "Tianqi City!"

"Good guy!"

Zhang Heng muttered: "In other people's dreams, there are only the Golden House and Qian Zhongsu. This guy is lucky. In his dream, there is actually a prosperous city."

Walk into the city and take a look.

There are endless hawkers along the street, some perform tricks, some buy vegetables and sell meat, and the business is booming in front of the stalls, and the bargaining sounds keep coming and going.

"Guest officer, come in and play!"

"Buns, fresh and cheap big meat buns!"

"Sharpen scissors, sharpen kitchen knives."

"Guess the lantern riddles, give one to the red lantern if you guess right, and don't miss it when you pass by."

"Gourds, candied haws!"

The city is extremely prosperous. Zhang Heng walked around a few times and found that it was restored one by one according to the proportion of Kaifeng Mansion.

That is to say, there is a Kaifeng mansion in the Taoist priest's dream, and he is the god here, and he can do whatever he wants, including standing on the city wall in broad daylight and playing handjobs in this city.

brush! !

The surrounding scenery suddenly dimmed, as if the color had faded and became only black and white.

In the next second, the city wall collapsed and new buildings rose from the ground.

Zhang Heng took a look and saw that he was sitting in a rickshaw and being driven to Da'an Town.

Looking at the corn fields on both sides, Zhang Heng's eyes were full of trance.

He vaguely remembered that this was the place where his dream started.

"do not move!"

According to the normal sequence of development, Zhang Heng chartered a rickshaw from Yangjiang County to Dagou Town.

They arrived at Dagou Town smoothly all the way, and nothing went wrong.

But here.

Just as they were about to cross the cornfield, suddenly, three big men emerged from it.

The leader held a dagger, and the remaining two carried sticks, with fierce eyes, and surrounded Zhang Heng and the coachman.

"Gentlemen, I don't have any money, but he has money, so you can mess with him."

The coachman sold Zhang Heng without hesitation, and then ran away.

The three bandits didn't care about the driver, because Zhang Heng wore a white suit and took a rickshaw when he went out, so he looked like a rich man.

"interesting!"