Comprehension: Grinding the Gun

The Yuanhua Sect was in an eventful season, with ups and downs and another ups and downs, half of the island was shaken and shaken by the upheaval at the bottom of the lake, almost split in two.

How could this movement escape Zuo Zhuang's eyes and ears?In just half a cup of tea, the ins and outs have been traced clearly.

Sure enough, it has a lot to do with his precious only son.

When Zuo Chong was arrested and brought back to the suzerain's meeting hall, he was still complaining, only saying that the Changchun sent sword cultivators to deceive him.

Sect Master Zuo frowned, and asked, "What did you do behind my back?"

Zuo Chong knelt in the meeting hall, his eyes flickering. After talking about him for a long time, he said in a low voice: "Father, please turn away from the left and right."

Originally there were only Sect Master Zuo and two elders in the meeting hall, Zuo Zhuang couldn't bear his son's mystification, frowned and said: "Elder Zhao and Elder Liu are your elders, and they are also the right arm and right arm of our sect, there is no need to hide it."

Zuo Chong still hesitated, and after a while, seeing that his father was determined and refused to back down, he could only sigh and tell the whole story about his plan with Pan Ci.

It is simple to say, the four broken blades are all hidden on the island, only the secondary blade is hidden in the lake.The two of them would definitely not seek far away, they must first take the broken blade, and then go to the bottom of the lake.

Therefore, the formations of broken blades everywhere are all hidden formations, and there is nothing suspicious about them.It was just to relax the vigilance of those two people.

Only the side blades are located. One uses the deep water formation under the Zhangye Lake, and the other uses Pan Ci to lay down the God's Abandoned Formation. The one he uses is the God's Abandoned Vine that he doesn't know where he got it.

The name of the Shenqi vine is called Shenqi, and it comes from the Kingdom of God, but it is covered with fine scales and tough in texture. It is not pure vegetation, nor is it a beast, and it is not tolerated in the world, so God's abandonment is only in the gap between the human world and the underworld. lingering.

Because of this peculiar nature, the vitality is locked, making the Dragon Slaying Spear useless.

Pan Ci originally still had something to do, but he saw that Zhan Changsheng couldn't use the Dragon Slaying Spear, so he didn't use it.

Zuo Chong and Pan Ci colluded, and they each had their own goals.He is a Dharma cultivator, even if the Dragon Slaying Spear is tyrannical, it is useless to him.Pan Ci made a contract with him to help him capture and subdue the Dragon Slaying Spear. If he succeeds, he only needs to lend him the sharp spear some other day and return it at another day.

Although Zuo Chong doubted Pan Ci's intentions, he was rejected by Zhan Long in every possible way, and seeing that Zhan Changsheng and Zhan Long were almost inseparable, the alarm bell rang suddenly, and he went to the doctor in a hurry.

It's a pity that he took advantage of the chaos to develop his longevity, but was stopped by Pan Ci. In the end, his success fell short.The magic gun disappeared without a trace, and even Brother Pan Ci disappeared.

Zuo Chong had a weeping face, and only said: "Father, I know my mistake..."

The meeting hall was full of solemnity, and the two elders Zhao and Liu looked at each other in shock.Zuo Zhuang heard him coming one by one, his complexion became darker and darker, and finally under the fury, he raised his foot and kicked Zuo Chong, and shouted angrily: "You bastard!"

This kick caught Zuo Chong off guard, and he fell to the ground on his back. Zuo Zhuang was about to kick again, but the two elders, Zhao and Liu, rushed forward to stop him, and persuaded him, "Sovereign master, please calm down. The young sect master has a pure nature and was raped." To be deceived is not what you want.”

Zuo Chong fell down on the ground, that kick hit his chest like a boulder hitting him, his face turned pale immediately, he didn't dare to move, and cried, "Daddy, you killed the child!"

Zuo Zhuang has had this son for a hundred years, and he loves it like a treasure on weekdays, but now his anger has subsided a bit, seeing Zuo Chong's face mourning and crying, he felt half annoyed that his handsome son is so useless, and half heartbroken.

Sect Master Zuo finally let out a long sigh, sat slumped in the chair of the Eight Immortals, slammed his palm heavily on the armrest, and said angrily: "Why didn't this beast do it voluntarily? He just spends his days chasing bees and butterflies, but now he has attracted Xiang Xian." The Holy Palace is not enough, even the World Destroying Demon Spear——!"

Zuo Zhuang was extremely angry at the end, he exerted force, and amidst the sound of clicking, he actually snapped off the solid armrest of the bat-resting gourd and the iron pear wood seat armrest.

Elder Zhao is a dignified woman, with slightly frosted hair on her temples, and dressed in dark brown clothes, she winked at this moment, Elder Liu understood, and went to help Zuo Chong get up.

Elder Zhao gave another blessing, sat down at Zuo Zhuang, and said softly: "Young Sect Master doesn't know the pros and cons of it, but he was confused for a while, and he will take care of it in the future. It's just that he never expected... the young master held it in his hand. It turned out to be... the suzerain, the appearance of the magic spear is definitely not a good omen."

That Zuo Chong supported Elder Liu's arm to get up, and sat on the chair near the door of the meeting hall with a pale face. Hearing what Elder Zhao said from afar, he straightened up hastily and hissed, "Nonsense! The magic gun is not a good omen." , that Dragon Slaying Spear is an indomitable man, he is a peerless good man..."

Before he finished speaking, Elder Zhao couldn't help covering his mouth with his sleeve, and said with a chuckle: "The magic gun is not even a human being, how can it be a good man? If you can be called a good man in the form of a human being, in the ten continents and three worlds , Those who fly in the sky, those who swim in the water, and those who crawl on the ground are all good men, right?"

"You!" Zuo Chong was furious, he didn't even care about the tightness in his chest, he slapped the armrest and stood up, but unexpectedly, the suzerain groaned coldly, his knees went limp in shock, and he sat down again.

Zuo Zhuang said coldly: "Chong'er, you have become more and more absurd recently, your cultivation has stagnated, your Taoism has been abandoned, and you have forgotten about seniority and inferiority. From today onwards, don't go out, go to the Beitang for retreat."

Mianbeitang is located in the north of Fusu Island, on the isolated peak.More than ten li is desolate and uninhabited, and there are many restrictions. It has always been a bitter cold place to punish the disciples of the sect.When Zuo Chong heard this, his face was miserable, and he knelt down on the green brick floor with a thump, walked forward on his knees, and said in a sobbing voice: "Father, I know I was wrong, don't throw me to that wasteland!"

Zuo Chong is used to being pampered, and in the past when he used this trump card, it was always against him.Unexpectedly, they hit a wall today, the Zuo Sect Master hardened his heart and shouted: "Young Sect Master, why don't you send him off?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Qi came in, lifted his robe, knelt respectfully and knelt down in the hall, clasped his fists together, and then said: "Meet the suzerain..."

Zuo Chong had rushed over, grabbed Fu Qi's arm, and said in a panic, "Fu Qi! Talk to your father, don't send me away!"

Zuo Zhuang made a serious face, and said solemnly and coldly: "It's not proper to behave wildly in the meeting hall! Hurry up and leave!"

Looking down again, the sleeve of the wide crane cloak stroked Fu Qi's shoulder, and said softly: "Fu Qi, my son's life is entrusted to you."

Fu Qi shivered, immediately lowered his head, and respectfully replied: "This subordinate swears allegiance to the death!"

No matter how mournful Zuo Chong was, it was useless, and he was dragged by Fu Qi and the guards all the way to Mianbeitang.

The meeting hall was suddenly deserted, but it seemed a bit dignified.

Elder Liu took a step forward, clasped his hands and said: "Sect Master, just as the so-called bee flies into his bosom, he immediately undresses, this matter cannot be delayed."

Zuo Zongzhu's white eyebrows were deeply locked, and he stood with his hands behind his back, with a clear figure as majestic as a mountain.

Facing the portrait of the Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasties hanging high on the bluestone wall of the meeting hall, he pondered for a long time before making a decision, his complexion gradually sank like an ancient well and secluded pool.

Zuo Zongzhu took the three sticks of incense, raised his head solemnly, bowed three times to the portrait, and said solemnly: "Father of the Sanqing is above, disciple Zuo Zhuang will avenge revenge and offend God today. Thought. Even if there is a punishment, I just ask the patriarch to let the disciple bear it alone, don't involve the innocent and hurt the sinister."

After offering incense and praying, he secretly used his spiritual power, and when he spread his palm like a pine branch, he suddenly revealed a dark iron token that looked like jet black.

The token is no more than half the size of a palm, two times thicker, wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, with cloud patterns of the same color engraved on it, embossed and intertwined.

Zuo Zhuang held the token and poured spiritual power into it, and the surrounding of the token slowly emitted black light.

The black light diffused like water, covering half of the meeting hall in an instant, and the Eight Immortal chairs arranged on both sides of the meeting hall seemed to be moved by invisible servants, and moved to the sides spontaneously, leaving a circular open space in the middle of the hall.

In an instant, the center of the black light was misty, and the circular open space was shining with silver light, revealing two figures.

The two elders, Zhao and Liu, folded their clothes and rolled up their sleeves, knelt down towards a pair of figures, and said in unison: "Zhao Ying/Liu Quan welcomes the patrol envoy."

The silvery-white figures gradually became clear, but they were two men and a woman wearing silver crowns, silk braids of the same color hanging from their temples, and long gowns with silver light.The two clasped their fists together, bowed to the suzerain, and said in a solemn voice: "Patrol envoy Mu Heshun/Shi Sufang refer to the left suzerain, the suzerain took the initiative to use the black iron order to summon us, I don't know why?"

Zuo Zhuang said: "I want to see the leader."

At the same moment, in the Golden Pagoda.

When Zhan Changsheng escaped from the bondage of the vines, it was just at a moment's notice that Liuzhuyi and Fenglingyi shattered one after another, and the weight of a thousand pounds poured into his body.Although he was a half-step Golden Core and turned two to cultivate his body, he was still a body of flesh and blood, and the heavy pressure almost crushed his bones for a while.

When he fell into the golden pagoda, he heard Zhan Long's deep call: "Longevity!"

Zhan Changsheng endured the severe pain in his bones, held Zhanlong's wrist tightly with trembling fingers, and hissed: "Senior brother, don't leave."

Zhan Long said: "Okay."

Zhan Changsheng's heart relaxed, and he immediately fell unconscious.

After that, I don't know how many days passed, Zhan Changsheng was sometimes dizzy and sometimes awake, sometimes dark and dead, when he woke up, he could always see a frosty and desolate face in the mist.

The second turn's physical condition improved day by day, the cracks in the bones healed as before, the flesh and blood were remodeled, the meridians were regenerated, and Zhan Changsheng gradually felt the itching in his flesh like ten thousand ants biting.

He panted deeply in the unbearable, and was surrounded by warm spring water again, relieving the healing itching in the infiltration.

The sea of ​​consciousness was intermittent, and he only vaguely noticed that his clothes were stripped and he was surrounded by Zhanlong in his arms. The hot spring water soaked Zhanlong's long black hair and pasted it on his shoulders.

After an unknown amount of time like this, Zhan Changsheng finally woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he was at a loss for a moment, and he just silently looked up at the curtain above his head.

It was a bedroom in the red building of the Golden Pagoda, and the curtains and gauze hung like green mist, isolating him inside.

Zhan Changsheng got up slowly, opened the curtain and looked out the window.

He should be on the second floor, so he could see green bamboos swaying in the wind outside the window, like a sea of ​​green.

At that time, the sky over the Green Sea suddenly turned dark, but it turned out to be a giant golden-feathered eagle passing by in the air. The golden-feathered eagle had keen eyes and ears, and apparently saw Zhan Changsheng in the building, and immediately opened its silver-cast beak, clear and joyful. With a cry, his wings flapped fiercely, and he rushed towards Zhan Changsheng.

Zhan Changsheng stood by the window, showing his face and calling out: "Mao..."

Unexpectedly, a beam of sword energy shot up into the sky, and brushed against the tip of the golden feather eagle's wing, the king of monster birds screamed in shock, and fled away in embarrassment, leaving countless scattered fluff all over the sky.

Immediately, the dark golden light came in through the window, fell into the room, and turned into a human figure of Zhanlong.

It was different from usual, and it was plain white clothes, which made this man look like a fairy exiled from the snow mountain, exuding supreme majesty in the freezing cold.

Zhan Long didn't say a word, he just grabbed Zhan Changsheng's left wrist and felt his pulse.

The slightly chilling spiritual power traveled along the Changsheng meridian for a circle, and then withdrew it, and Zhan Long's face softened a little, "healed up."

Zhan Changsheng smiled and said, "Fortunately, there is a brother taking care of him."

But Zhan Long snorted coldly: "Your Mr. Pan almost killed you. He intends to become a Taoist couple with you, but it's nothing more than that."

Zhan Changsheng smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, why bother to make fun of me again...how many hours have I slept?"

Zhan Long said: "More than half a year."

Although Zhan Changsheng was prepared, he was still shocked. When he looked out of the window, he saw the abnormality more clearly.

The silver-footed golden-feathered eagle became bigger and bigger, but was intimidated by Zhanlong, so it just wandered in the distance, not daring to approach.The bamboo grove is also much greener and denser. Thinking about the section of bamboo that was buried at the beginning, new bamboos have grown now.

It really is... There is no time for cultivation.

Zhan Changsheng couldn't help being worried about Xia Tongsheng, Ling Wei's family and everyone in Xiuye ​​Valley. He frowned and asked, "Could it be... still at the bottom of the lake at this time?"

Zhan Long still stood at the same place, and replied: "Naturally. Fusu Island's formation is repaired, if it goes out, it will definitely be touched."

Zhan Changsheng sighed, turned to Zhan Long and said, "That pair of blades..."

Zhan Long said: "Blood evil is growing, and the divine spring has been cut off, so we have to lock it in the vault."

Zhan Changsheng felt even more guilty. Zhan Long had guarded him in the pagoda for more than half a year, but he didn't know how to spend these days with his senior brother's tyrannical temperament.

He vaguely remembered the clip, every time he woke up, he would see Zhanlong by his side, or hug him into the hot spring, or sit aside.

Just because he once held his senior brother's wrist tightly and told him not to leave.

Zhan Changsheng's heart warmed up, and he called softly: "Senior brother."

Zhan Long approached him, raised his hand to gently stroke Zhan Changsheng's previously sleepy forehead hair, and suddenly said in a deep voice, "You can't use the Dragon Slaying Spear now."

Zhan Changsheng's eyes darkened slightly, he hesitated a little, but he still said: "Senior Brother, I am not strong enough now, let me use the Dragon Slaying Spear, until another day..."

Zhan Long said: "Of course I want you to use it, but the blood contract is not a good idea, I have another way."

Zhan Changsheng's heart relaxed, most of the gloom between his brows faded away, he took a step forward, and asked, "What is the solution?"

Zhanlong's fingers were still between Zhan Changsheng's forehead, and at this time, he slid down and stuck to the young monk's shoulder, as if he was half in his arms.Zhan Long's eyes darkened slightly, before he said, "Swear."

Seeing his serious expression, Zhan Changsheng felt a little uneasy, he was afraid that Zhan Long would come up with a difficult solution, but he had no choice but to ask again: "How to stand?"

With only a little effort, Zhan Long pressed him back on the couch, looked down at him, his expression was frosty, but his fingers were hot, he pressed against Zhan Changsheng's cheek and rubbed it repeatedly, then slid down slowly, pulling his skirt open, revealing a slightly Thin shoulders, "Just follow my instructions."