Comprehension: Grinding the Gun

Qingyuan Villa is in the shape of eight trigrams, covering a very wide area, paved with bluestone slabs, walls built with limestone, black tiles and red pillars, and it is neat and generous everywhere.

The outer Bagua area is the residence, and the inner Bagua area is the lecture hall, training ground and various shops.

The place of residence is also divided according to the level of cultivation, there is a place for people who have not entered the Tao, a place for refining Qi, and a place for foundation building, middle and advanced, and the same is true for condensing pulses.

The residence of Jindan monks is not in the outer gossip, but in the inner gossip, it is next to the owner of the villa, which is rare for ordinary monks to see.

If the cultivation base goes further, I am afraid that this fairyland will no longer be able to educate, and will be sent abroad.

Zhan Changsheng walked along the main road to the group of residences, and saw two tall stone tablets on the left and right at the entrance of the street. One on the left and one on the right, each wrote six big cursive characters as tall as a person: "The poor alone take care of themselves, and the rich help the world at the same time. "The signature is the word Qing Yuanzi.

This Continent of Comprehension is dominated by Taoism, no one knows what is a collection of classics and history, what is the words of Confucius and sages, but now this Confucian standard appears in a place where ascetics gather, and people come and go beside the stone tablet, as if they have long been used to it.

Zhan Changsheng speculated about the identity of Qing Yuanzi, he was afraid that he was also a genius who traveled from the Tang Kingdom back then, and was promoted to immortality with smooth sailing.This boldness and open-mindedness seem to be completely unaware of the dangers of the world.Before, Zhan Changsheng treated the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Zhan Changsheng was in awe, bowed to the stele, and prayed silently in his heart: "Senior Tang, for the sake of knowing you and me in other places, please find your brother as soon as possible."

After saluting, he just stepped into the residence, but he saw Fangzheng's small courtyard neatly lined up along the road, the small vermilion lacquered door closed tightly, the wall was high, and there was a faint wave of light curtain on the wall, which could completely hide the movement inside, Properly protect everyone's privacy.

Zhan Changsheng walked along the street for half a cup of tea, passing hundreds of houses, all of which were inhabited.When he reached the corner, he saw a wooden sign hanging on the door of a house, Fang Fangzheng wrote the word "Kong".

Zhan Changsheng didn't intend to live there for a long time, so naturally he didn't care about the Feng Shui location of the house, so he took off the wooden sign, the door opened with a creak, and a light curtain rose from the ground, covering the house.

Seeing this, Zhan Changsheng took out the identity jade talisman, and gently pasted the light curtain on it, and the light curtain melted along the doorway, which was about the same size as the doorway.When he stepped into the door, the light curtain closed, and the wooden door closed by itself.

The house looks small on the outside, but it is extremely spacious inside. Horse racing can be enjoyed in the front and back yards, but it is barren, with only a few weeds growing in the soil.Perhaps the owner has to take care of it by himself.

There are three side rooms in the courtyard, one in the middle is placed with a futon, which is used for meditation and practice, the one on the left has a bed and bookcase, which can be used by monks to maintain the sleeping habits of ordinary people, and the one on the right is full of steam, and there is a hot spring .

Naturally, the spiritual power in the spring is not as good as the fire spring, but it is also abundant enough to condense into a white mist, which is a treasure for ordinary monks.

Zhan Changsheng sighed again, staying here to cultivate immortality is like adding wings to a tiger, no wonder Mingyue once said that for more than two hundred years, no one is willing to leave the country.

He first exited the wing room, released the young eagle, and fed two spirit beast pills.After Maomao was full, he flapped his wings and flew, but he was blocked by the light curtain when he reached the wall.Naturally, it was not reconciled, and it flapped its wings and flew to a higher place.

Zhan Changsheng saw that the young eagle was getting smaller and smaller, and finally it was only the size of a soybean. The blue light shone slightly on the zenith, and the young eagle immediately became bigger again, and flew back aggrieved, but it was supposed to be blocked by the light curtain again.

Zhan Changsheng had no choice but to stroke the feathers, and gently advised: "I don't know how deep this place is, you have the right to stay in the courtyard."

He persuaded Young Diao to stop, and just now re-entered the left side room to check the quilt on the bed.

The soft and bright blue of Yishui has the texture of ice silk, which is soft and creamy, as smooth as new.However, the ice silk itself contains spiritual power, so it will last forever, but there are no traces of use.Zhan Changsheng has always loved cleanliness, and the habits of ordinary people are also deeply ingrained, so he raised his hand and removed all the covers from the mattress and replaced them with new quilts he had prepared.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the quilt was lifted, there was a faint bitter smell.

Because Zhan Changsheng has been with Zhan Long for a long time, he is very familiar with the taste of blood and resentment.The taste of blood is sweet, and the taste of resentment is bitter. At this time, it is immediately clear that it is a little bit of resentment left by someone.The dust-dispelling mantra can completely remove the dirt and blood, but the effect of this resentment and hatred is weaker, and it is blocked by the ice silk, so this resentment has survived to this day.

He turned the quilt over, and the bitter smell became a little stronger.

Zhan Changsheng thought about it for a while, and then he had a calculation.He took a teacup from the table, went to the hot spring to fill half a cup of water, returned, and swiped his fingertips to squeeze out a drop of blood.The bright red blood beads flowered in the water, dyeing half of the glass of water into a faint red.

Zhan Changsheng was born with a spring of spiritual power, which can liven all things and eliminate hatred and resentment. He doesn't know how to extract it, but it is naturally contained in his blood.Now that he had merged into the spiritual spring water, he held the teacup in his hand and performed a basic water system formula, and the thin red spring water turned into a light red mist, floating towards the soft blue silk surface of the bedding.

Once it touched the silk surface, the mist immediately scattered and condensed, and faintly adhered to the surface of the bedding, forming a line of scrawled words: run away.

In the blink of an eye, the resentment was quickly dissolved, and the mist dissipated completely.

Zhan Changsheng suddenly felt cold all over his body, he felt that every step was in danger, and there were traps everywhere, and he was a little unstable.

Immediately, a gust of blood rushed straight into the chest cavity, and the pain in the chest was hard to go away, and the spiritual power in the meridians surged violently.

He couldn't help but fell to the ground, hurriedly collected his breath and meditated, and practiced the magic method of the nine-turn lotus flower on the spot.

After more than half a day's work, the nine-turn cycle ended, and Zhan Changsheng opened his eyes with lingering fear, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He knew that he was overthinking and almost lost his temper, so he simply stopped thinking about it, stood up and tidied up the bedding on the floor, and put them in a cage beside him.He also told Maomao to look after the house, and then he left the small courtyard and went to the villa to inquire about news.

There is no day and night for cultivators, and it should be early in the morning, but the villa is brightly lit and lively as before, with monks coming and going everywhere.Zhan Changsheng went straight to the quest office. This place is called Fengxing Hall, and it is a place for monks to issue and receive quests and earn spirit stone materials.

Seeing Zhan Changsheng enter, a young man in the same dress as Mingyue greeted him with a smile on his face, Ji Shou said: "This immortal master has a very good face, but this is the first time he has come to my Fengxing hall?"

Zhan Changsheng said: "Exactly."

The young man said again: "The young one's name is Qingsong, please ask the immortal master to show the jade amulet of identity."

Zhan Changsheng had no choice but to take out the jade talisman, and the young man's spiritual sense was swept away, and he was slightly moved, "It turned out that Master Zhan lived in the Eleventh Hospital of Dongliufang, it is really fate."

When Zhan Changsheng saw that he gave the address calmly, he kept his face and asked curiously, "Could there be some allusion in that courtyard?"

Qing Song said with a smile: "The distinguished guest who lived in that courtyard was picked up by the owner two days ago and sent to the fairy world. Master Zhan may be a little happy."

Zhan Changsheng said silently in his heart, he was not happy, but he was filled with resentment.But there was still a smile on his face that was as gentle as a spring breeze, "So that's the case, I'm really happy and congratulated."

Qingsong also echoed a few words, seeing him change the subject, he smiled and took a jade tablet, "The tasks that can be accepted during the foundation building period are all in it."

Zhan Changsheng took it, and with a sweep of his consciousness, he saw a dense list of tasks listed in it.

For example, offering a reward of ten third-level cunning beast teeth, one hundred spirit stones and one bottle of spirit pills; picking ten pine spirit grass, twenty spirit stones; Ten spirit stones... and so on, are all tasks that require hard work.

Zhan Changsheng only scanned around. These tasks are all outside the villa, and none of them can get close to the many stewards or even the owner of the villa.

According to the mission rewards, Zhan Changsheng estimated the price of this place, then took out a storage bag, quietly put it in Qingsong's hand, and said in a low voice: "To be honest, I don't care about these bitter cold missions, Qingsong...do you know that I am How did the predecessor in the courtyard fall into the eyes of the owner?"

Qingsong understood, the wide sleeves of the robe covered the storage bag, his consciousness swept away, showing a slightly surprised expression, there were fifty spirit stones in the bag, enough for him to make a small fortune.

The young man smiled more enthusiastically, put the storage bag away properly, and said in a low voice: "The gods love handsome and clever servants, so when the owner of the villa chooses them, he is very particular about appearance, temperament, and aptitude. The fairy teacher Such a handsome appearance is exactly what the owner likes. If he is to be selected..."

The young man's voice became deeper and deeper, Zhan Changsheng listened attentively for a moment, then thanked and left.

Qingsong threw the storage bag in his hand, with a little pity in his eyes, he sighed secretly: "Another person who refuses to cultivate on a down-to-earth basis, thinks of heresy all day long, pitiful." Then he raised his head and opened his mouth, and said He poured all fifty spirit stones into his mouth and swallowed them.

Many servants and doormen in this villa are controlled by the fairyland, they dare not hurt others, and they dare not deceive others, so what Qingsong said is true.The only thing I can do is to hide the next sentence from Zhan Changsheng - the owner of the villa is really moody, if he trespasses the forbidden area, he is afraid of being shot and killed on the spot.

Zhan Changsheng's inquiring about the owner of the villa was naturally not for the purpose of being the fairy servant of Na Laoshizi.It's just that the villa owner's dragon can't see the end, and the fairyland is full of weirdness, so he can only do it step by step, while trying to get close to the villa owner, and persuade him to make a special case and open the ten departure checkpoints in advance.

It would be better if he could leave without breaking through.

According to the boy's instructions, Zhan Changsheng left the villa, stepped out of the gate, took out the wooden slip, jumped on it, and galloped towards Songhe Peak in the northwest.

After drinking about half a cup of tea, Zhan Changsheng saw the emerald green arc on the edge of the vast farmland in front of him gradually showing a touch of purple blue.

After walking forward for about two hours, Zhan Changsheng has already broken into a sea of ​​purple-blue flowers. When the strong wind blows, the petals are like rain, almost dyeing the sky into a rich purple-blue.

The fragrance is sweet and moist, as if it has substance, and it penetrates into the nasal cavity and skin of Changsheng.Zhan Changsheng felt as if a hole had been dug in the dantian, and spiritual power poured out wildly.

The wooden slip lost its spiritual support, and together with Zhan Changsheng who was riding on it, it fell into the flower field like a kite with a broken string.

The sea of ​​flowers was surprisingly luxuriant, the flowers and plants were dense and thick, he didn't get hurt at all, instead, he was soaked in the petal juice all over his body, and the light brown long gown was stained mottled and full of gorgeous stains.

Zhan Changsheng took a deep breath, but was overwhelmed with shock for a moment.The fragrance gradually converged into a thread, like a living thing, it drilled into the orifices of his limbs and bones.