Reverend Insanity: Section 179: Wudemen on Wude Mountain

On this day, Founder listened to the public lecture of another elder, and on the way back, was stopped by a disciple named Shi Hong.

"Elder Founder." Shi Hong gave a gift first.

Fangzheng returned the gift, but he was a little embarrassed. This is because Shi Hong, an elite disciple, is older than Fang Zheng, and was originally a senior older than Fang Zheng.

"Please ask Elder Founder. One of the four major entrance questions for this refining conference is to refine the tibetan flower urn. The third and final step in refining this urn is to use upstream grass with Zen. The lion's mane is supplemented by the practice of purging. But the disciples always fail at this step. I do n’t know what the correct method of purifying is. "

"This ..." Founder hesitated, hesitating. He majored in slavery and controlled flying cranes, and his combat power was outstanding among mortal puppet divisions. But I do n’t know anything about refining.

Fortunately, he has sent a soul flea, and the Heavenly Master secretly gave him the answer.

Fang Zheng answered this and said, "This method of refining puppetry is called the successors. The purpose is to twist each upstream grass and each Zen lion's mane. To refine the Tibetan flower Alas, we have to weave hundreds of grass hairs within 30 breaths. Once this time has passed, the flames of the amaranth will burn these grasses and hairs. Therefore, if you are not familiar with this technique, practice aamarine Will easily fail. "

Fang Zheng repeated the words of Tian He Shangren, and said more and more calmly. Having finished this paragraph, I went on to tell you how to exercise the practice of "fellow hands".

Shi Hong's expression changed slightly, and she was a little bit confused. She quickly thanked him: "Thanks to the elder Founder for his advice, my students have benefited a lot."

"Is there anything else I don't understand?" Fang Zheng smiled, and had a teacher's addiction.

"No. No. The disciples retired!" Shi Hongxing gave a ceremony and said goodbye.

The two separated. Founder walked for a while, and suddenly went slower and slower.

He frowned. Wake up and realize: "This Shi Hong didn't come to ask for advice sincerely, but it's because he deliberately made things difficult for me."

"Hehe, you can see it now. Yes, yes." Tianhe Master said with a smile.

Fang Zheng cried out in secret: "Master, you knew it!"

"Nonsense, your history is very easy to inquire, there are ages, everyone knows that you have n’t practiced Taoism. Shi Hong deliberately came to ask you such a remote question. What is not deliberately making trouble?"

Speaking of this, Tian He Shangren paused and asked Fang Zheng: "Do you know why he made you difficult?"

"Why?" Founder felt inexplicable.

Tianhe Shanglang laughed and described the reason: "Because Shi Hong likes female disciple Yi Yue. This Yi Yue is the daughter of elder Yantang. Elder Yantang is alone and alone in Xianhemen. It ’s not easy to suffer from exclusion. He intends to match his daughter to you, gang up, and reach an alliance with you, the youngest elder in the history of Xianhemen. Otherwise, he will invite you to drink again and again? Arrange. Let his daughter sit with you? "

"Ah." Fang Zheng exclaimed, and then realized that the beauty of Yi Yue involuntarily emerged in his mind, sitting next to him. Passionately serve him dishes. He also toasted the founder frequently, and after taking a few sips of wine, his face was flushed. Beautiful.

"Remembered, did you remember? Hahaha. Silly boy!" Tian He Shangren saw Fang Zheng in his place, very happy. Obviously gossip spirit. It doesn't matter whether it is a man, a woman or a child, regardless of life or death.

Fang Zheng sighed helplessly, shook his head, and said annoyingly: "It's a calculation and an interest, I really don't like it. From now on, the elder Yantang invites me again, and I will quit. Anyway, I He is also an elder, and it ’s okay to reject him. ”

"Silly boy, which organization in this world is not maintained by interests? True love is there, but it is rare because it is rare." Tianhe Master sighed, "Don't avoid these, I advise Don't you refuse the invitation of Elder Yantang. Even if you don't marry his daughter, don't hate the relationship with Elder Yantang. Because now you are more alone than Elder Yantang. "

"Stop that, Master, I just mentioned the Refining Conference. Recently, both disciples and elders are discussing this. What exactly is this Refining Conference?" Fang Zheng intentionally diverted the topic.

"You'd better ask me this question, don't ask others. Otherwise, they will look at you with the look of a fool. I will tell you in detail. This refining conference is not ordinary, but it is Nakasuichi There is only a grand event in a hundred years. That is to say, there is no special means to extend life, and most of the teachers can only participate once in their lifetime. "Tian He Shangren answered.

Fang Zheng said: "Is it the congregation of refining Taoism? Is it the grand event where the teachers of Refining Taoism participate?"

"It's not the case. There are three major aspects of the practice of the Master, namely raising, using, and refining. The Refining Conference is not a grand event that only practitioners can practice. As long as you have a skill in refining, Or have experience, you can participate in this event. "

Tianhe Shangren continued: "The scale of this event is unprecedented, and it is definitely the world ’s number one Taoist event. Every session of the Taoist Conference is attended by hundreds of thousands of martyrs. They From the large and small schools in Zhongzhou. Even the puppet divisions in the East China Sea, the West Desert, the South Xinjiang, and the North Plains will appear. "

"Southern Xinjiang ..." Fang Zheng was reminded of a feeling, and he could not help thinking of Qingmao Mountain.

He then asked again: "So what was the so-called" big four entrance exam questions "Shi Hong just mentioned?"

Everyone on Tianhe knows everything: "The so-called four major test questions are equivalent to the qualifications for admission. Every teacher, no matter who he is, will practice the practice. The rewards of the practice conference are rich and attract countless people. Masters participate. If there are no checkpoints, there will be too many people who want to try their luck. So there are four major questions to screen out the really outstanding masters who have the ability to practice. "

"That is to say, to participate in the Refining Conference, you must complete these four questions."

"Hehehe." Tianhe Shangxiao laughed, "In fact, these four questions are all about the basic skills of refining puppets. Puppet masters with a certain experience often pass."

Fang Zheng impressively said, "Master, I can't pass."

"It doesn't matter, under my guidance. You can succeed in training in a frenzy during this time." Tianhe Shang humane.

"Really? Then I can open my eyes!" Fang Zheng was overjoyed.

Nakasu. Wude Mountain.

The bustling crowd is like a river. Around Wude Mountain.

The Wude Mountain is not high. It is located in the eastern part of Zhongzhou and is the martial arts residence of the medium-sized martial art Wudemen.

Wudemen is a powerful force within a radius of three thousand miles. In particular, it has a deep background, and the current master of Wudemen is the elder of the Tianlian school. The Tianlian School is one of the top ten ancient schools in Zhongzhou. It is a superpower. Although Wudemen was not established for a long time, it has developed smoothly.

Fang Yuan disguised as a mortal puppet. At this moment is also mixed with the flow of people, walking slowly from the foot of the mountain towards Wude Mountain.

He is a black robe, not tall or short, neither fat nor thin. With a mask on his face and a rain hat on his head, the brim was very low. The shadow cast in the sun even covered Fang Yuan's shoulders.

But this costume is not noticeable in the flow of people. Many people cover up. Excessive than him.

As the flow of people slowly moved forward, Fang Yuan saw the gate of Wudemen.

This tall gate building has sixteen giant pillars and is more than thirty feet wide. Taller than five floors. The three characters of Wudemen on the door plaque were glittering. Down the gate, there are six stone lions. Mighty and extraordinary.

Crossed the gate. It is a boulevard, with a staircase paved with fine jadeite. It is like a blue river, moving up and climbing Wude Mountain.

Along the avenue, the trees are shaded by trees and verdant. Sometimes a mountain breeze blows, bringing a hint of coolness.

Crowds rubbing their shoulders, people next to each other, people crowded, all kinds of characters.

Fang Yuan glanced around. In front of him, there was a group of long-haired bridesmaids wearing uniform flower skirts, which should be from the unified martial arts. On the right-hand side is a white brother, holding a folding fan to fan the wind, and his Majesty is riding a flower leopard, his eyes are constantly aimed at the group of son-in-law.

On the left, there are a pair of masters and apprentices, dressed in shabby, talking.

"Master, there are so many people!" the apprentice said with emotion.

Master smiled: "There are too many people, don't leave. Good apprentice, your practice skills are very high. This is your chance to fly Huang Tengda. It is not difficult for you to pass the four major entry questions, but you must get Good ranking. Only in this way can we make others stand out and compete to solicit you. "

The apprentice smiled proudly: "Master, you can rest assured that you are old. This time I will surely win the first name. Get the first name reward maggot, heal you!"

The master is about to speak, and suddenly there is a huge force behind him.

The master was shoved to the ground, and the apprentice hurried to rush to help.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!" A group of five big and three thick men came arrogantly.

Behind them, an old teacher looks at the dove, sitting comfortably on a reclining chair, and is carried by four people back and forth.

"Fei Shuang Ge dedicates to An An to drive, you do not hurry up to make way!"

"Come on, the people from Fei Shuang Ge. Here we can't afford it."

"The great offerings from Fei Shuang Ge this time, menacing, are trying to find a place in Wudemen."

"Yes, the last time Wudemen and Fei Shuang Ge competed for Quan Yan, but Wu De Men won, and Fei Shuang Ge suffered heavy losses."

Everybody talked, and they didn't want to mess with Fei Shuang Ge, they all gave way.

"Abominable, deceiving too much!" The apprentice lifted up the master, gritted his teeth, and went to the theory.

"Don't go." The master is an old river and hastily stopped the apprentice.

"Feishuangge, what kind of force is it?" In front of Fang Yuan, a male teacher asked his companions around him.

After getting the answer, the Master sneered sneerly: "Well, there are only three five-turn masters in the entire court, but that's all."

The companions around me quickly advised: "This is Zhongzhou, not the East China Sea. Strong dragons do not suppress the snake, and one thing is worse than one thing. Forget it, forget it."

The male grandmother thought for a while, and finally gave a cold hum, before Feishhuangge and his party came, they squeezed into the crowd on the right front first.

"What's the matter with you, don't have eyes, let it go, let it go!" The strong man came behind Fang Yuan, roared viciously, reached out his hand, and tried to drive away.

Fang Yuan didn't turn around and turned a deaf ear.

"Huh?" An angry expression appeared on the strong man's face, but his face changed suddenly, "Five transfers?"

Fang Yuan ’s disguised identity is the Five-turned Master. At this time, he intentionally leaked a breath.

The strong men were horrified and shrank their hands.

On the bamboo chair, Fei Shuang Ge's great dedication to An Han, sit up straight and stare at Fang Yuan's back.

"Five-turn breath ... real price! Such a dress is either a lonely lone warrior or a demon master ..." An Han narrowed his eyes, swayed his hands, and ordered, "Not to the front?"

The strong men quickly took their orders, turned around, bypassed Fang Yuan, and headed for the front.

In the mortal world, five turns is definitely the existence of the peak, the head of the force. Even if it is the head of Xianhemen, it is only five transfers.

"This group of bully and scary guys!" The apprentice and the master rejoined the crowd, and the apprentice stared at the back of a group of people in Feishangge, angry.

Then, he turned to Fang Yuan with curiosity, inquiry, and a little admiration.

The boy in white on the right put away the folding fan and got down the leopard. The group of female teachers in the front stopped intentionally, and there were many other teachers who came to Fang Yuan to show him his favor.

Five-turned Masters ... If such a person can reach friendship ...

Along the road, the disciples of Wudemen who are responsible for maintaining order also quickly sent a message: "Go to the report and find a Wuzhuan division."

Facing these people, Fang Yuan only said one word— "Get out."

The tone is calm, the voice is cold, and it is filled with ruthless air.

Everyone is discolored, and a coolness rises from the bottom of my heart. Where can I dare to entangle?

The apprentice also hurriedly looked away.

Fang Yuan once again converged his breath, leaving a blank space around, and no one was within three steps. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and faster!

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