Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 167: Shi Zhongtian
Road flashed red, Zhang Fan appeared in the sixth loft
Looking a little further, he even believes that the other party is indeed not malicious, otherwise he will never be allowed to come to such a place, where obviously only two or three friends meet, which is not conducive to life and death.
In the attic, the lighting is not good at all, and it's dusk, and it's hazy.
More than ten bronze oil lamps were hung on the walls on both sides, and a little bit like a bean flame swaying in the wind, as if it might be extinguished at any time. Not only did it fail to increase the sense of light, but it became more dim.
The decoration style here is completely the same as that of the manor courtyard. It is empty without any skill in the fine details and without any ornaments. Only a set of stone tables and chairs is placed in the center. As coarse as possible.
The shape of the stone table cannot be described by the word "simple". It is boxy and thick. It looks like it was chopped from a large boulder and then moved over directly.
There are no patterns and shapes on the top, but they are sharp and angular, and they are not even polished. If you wear them and put the pen, ink, paper and inkstones in a mess, anyone who read them will not think it is a table.
Beside the stone table, two stone benches are placed, said to be a stool, but it is more like cutting a piece of stone into the waist and cutting it into two sections.
These things are so simple, Zhang Fan just glanced at them, and quickly focused on the owner here.
That's a burly man with a brutal face. Thick clothed Tsing Yi, long white shawl, standing with no hands, no need to pose, a sturdy **** courage came.
However, such a great man is doing something completely inconsistent with his appearance at this time, and he is not shunned by the arrival of outsiders.
He was facing Zhang Fan sideways, as if he didn't notice him, just stunned in front of looks at.
There, a scroll unfolded, as if attracting all his attention.
On top of the scroll, this year's light purple girl. With a long sword, standing against his back, he could only vaguely see a beautiful profile, as if he was saying something back.
The person who painted this picture is obviously superb in painting and extremely deep in heart. With only a few strokes, it shows a gentle temperament that coexists with edge. Especially the amorous feelings of that time, it was even more reluctant, with the decay, and should be fainted with the old tree withered vines. The residual sun was stained like blood, and a sorrowful anger filled the paper.
Two lines of ink are dripping on the blank space of the scroll:
"Once parted from the dust, it's been ten years between life and death."
"Shi Zhongtian mourns his dead wife Zhuo Ling'er in Zhixin Garden."
The writing is wildly resentful, as if the paper can't be restrained. The content of the writing is full of grief and sadness, which is in sharp contrast with the temperament of the handwriting itself. It is unforgettable at first sight.
"Shi Zhongtian"
"Zhuo Linger"
Zhang Fan looked at the silhouette of the big man, meditating on the names of the two, and if he was tolerant
The ink on this scroll is not dry. Obviously, it is not long after the net painting, and then look at the pen and ink on the stone table, it is not difficult to know that the handiwork from this big man is coming out, and the name Zhuo Linger explains everything.
The little girl I want to see in the courtyard is his daughter, and the name Linger is still the name of the deceased wife, which can also be seen from it. This teacher Zhongtian, who doesn't look at rough appearance, is actually a man of affection and nature.
Shi Zhongtian stood on the spot like this, silently pondering the scroll for a long time, and then he sighed in a deep voice and said in a dark voice: "Fuck!"
With a wave of sleeves, a large box on the wall was lifted by an invisible hand, and suddenly opened, revealing the inner layer of the box full of painting axes. With his movements, the piece suspended in front of him slowly rolled up and flew slowly over the box before losing support and falling.
At the same time, the big box snapped closed and dust settled.
After doing this, Shi Zhongtian took a deep breath. Suddenly turned around to face Zhang Fan, his temperament also changed abruptly, the infatuation of mourning the deceased wife was mournful, and there was only the brave and domineering expert.
"My name is Shi Zhongtian, if the younger brother does not dislike it, shouting brother is."
Zhang Fan smiled slightly and gave a little salute. Said: "Under Zhang Fan, I have seen fellow daoist."
Now the enemy and friend are unclear, and the other party’s attitude is also strange.
It seemed that he was not very satisfied with his "fellow daoist" sound. Shi Zhongtian frowned, but he didn't say much. The big sleeves wiped back and forth before the stone table. Pen, ink and paper inkstones were swept by the wind, falling to the ground, an old clumsy three-legged small tripod, two wine lords appeared on the empty table instead.
Big hand shot on the table, two fiery red water arrows shot from Xiaoding and poured into the two wine lords, overflowing instantly.
"Come on, brother, let’s have a drink and speak late."
Shi Zhongtian lifted up the wine lord and said, and then drank it.
This is also called a "cup"? Looking at the overflowing eyes, he almost caught up with so many drinks in the two sea bowls. Zhang Fan is quite speechless.
However, seeing the teacher Zhongtian being so arrogant, he was not able to say much, and he had to raise his glass to signal. Learned what he looked like and swallowed it.
Zhang Fan does not worry about any problems in wine. His fire attribute spirit strength, is the nemesis of the poison in the world, no matter what the toxicity is, it is nothing more than vain under the fire.
When the wine was just in his mouth, he felt a sudden burst of heat, reaching his whole body along the mouth, mouth, throat, and stomach, and the whole person was warm in an instant, as if soaked in the hot spring for a few hours, the exhaustion disappeared. Then, the feeling of lightness appeared, as if standing above the clouds, Tao Ran did not know where to go.
"Red sharp heart?"
The flaming color on Zhang Fan's face turned thicker, as if boiling, and the red-white transition was repeated three times in an instant. His eyes were clear again, and he asked.
The taste of this spirit wine is as if it had been drunk in the Bliss Palace before, but it seems to be more intense and overbearing. In addition, the weight is full. If he is not specializing in the fire path, the transformation is fast, I am afraid it may not be able to bear it.
"Yes, it is Chiyan Spirit Wine, but this is not an ordinary product, but it was made by my brother who picked it and brewed it. This tripod took me skill for ten years."
At this time, Shi Zhongtian had also finished drinking, and when he saw how bold he was drinking, a flash of admiration flashed in his eyes, and he laughed proudly.
Zhang Fan has no doubt about his words, it has been a great deal to make such a tripod in ten years
Yes.
With the Way of tools cultivation base of Zhang Fan, the moment when Xiao Ding appeared, the fluctuation of spirit strength on it was obscure and deep, as if it was blocked by something, not an ordinary wine storage vessel.
It has not been investigated in detail. The only thing that is known is that it is definitely far better than the red gourd used by Controlling Spirit Sect to collect dansha. It is conservatively estimated that this small tripod was emptied, fearing that this room could be submerged.
Also drinking, it’s time to talk about the topic. Shi Zhongtian shot the drunkard with a heavy arrow on the table again, and he said at the same time: "More than a hundred years ago, I and your great ancestor had drunk this wine together. And I can get a drunk with the descendants of Zhang Lie. It’s really fun!"
"Well? fellow daoist and his ancestors met?"
Zhang Fan thought about many answers, but did not expect his attitude to change greatly because of this.
“It’s more than just knowing that Brother Zhang traveled to Yong Province more than a hundred years ago. He met Shimou and saw him on the left, so he went together.”
"Later, an eye-opening little thief got on our heads. What kind of temper was Brother Zhang Lie, who immediately slaughtered eighteen cultivation families in the Yunwu Mountains together with Shimou, and then killed the encirclement under the pursuit of the family alliance. Returning to cover up and killing enemies for three days in a row, Lien Chan did not dare to look squarely at him. It’s really fun!"
"Happy!"
Shi Zhongtian seemed to remember the enthusiasm of killing the enemy side by side. He slammed the table. Even the wine lord was no longer needed. He lifted Xiaoding to his mouth and poured it into his mouth. The dripping wine was sliding down the Qiu bear. . I didn't care if I wet my chest.
Zu, Zhang Lie!
Zhang Fan is momentarily distracted. Since stepping into cultivation world, the shadow of this person has always been around. I never thought that I could still meet his old age in this overseas cultivation world.
Indulge in a drunken song and drink under the head. These days are indeed unforgettable. Even if you just listen to their narrative, a sense of pride still lingers in your heart, and you can’t wait to be born for a hundred years.
However,
Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and asked Rongmao: "How does Master fellow daoist know that it is under?"
He had previously reported only his name and Dharma Idol Sect's name. How did this teacher Zhongtian contact Zhang Lie? It can't be said that it is because the same surname and Dharma Idol Sect belong to each other, so they are considered to be related.
Shi Zhongtian hearing this put down Xiaoding, glanced at him, and sighed: "Ten years ago, Shimou was as big as a bereavement family, and he was chased to Qin Province with a child born with a net." /
"I thought Brother Zhang was so shocked that it was absolutely gorgeous. I must have become Core Formation Grandmaster, so I want to go to him, don’t want to
"That's when I heard Brother Zhang's successor in Fangshi."
Zhang Fan was silent for a moment, the teacher Zhongtian in front of him was a fake Dan expert, and even the means of its display might have reached the peak of the fake Dan. It is only one step away from Golden Core great accomplishment.
Although many people may not be able to survive this step in this step, it is a rare expert no matter what. Such a person, when he mentioned the great-grandfather Zhang Lie, still looked up and missed, and even gave birth to the heart of surrender. What kind of grace was that ancestor?
After talking about the past, Shi Zhongtian glared at Zhang Fan, and said in a rough voice: "You don’t have the arrogance of Brother Zhang, and you still look like it when you drink."
Zhang Fan hearing this smiles bitterly, people have different personalities, and cautiousness has become an instinct imprint in his heart, but how can he change it casually. Maybe it's only at the critical moment of life and death. The bravery buried deep in yourself will burst out!
"Let’s not be your sect disciple when Mrs. Qin Province is ordinary, and go to this place where the bird doesn’t shit?"
Can today's Qin Province be called "Taiping"? Zhang Fan glanced at him. If this person wasn't acting silly, it was that he was really enclosed in this small attic, and he knew nothing about the outside world.
Although it is located overseas, it is still inextricably linked with Qin Province. As long as there is some contact with the people around cultivation, it is impossible to know the big changes of Qin Province.
There is nothing to hide. Zhang Fan explained the reason for the change of Qin Province. The reason why I went overseas was roughly mentioned. It was just that when I mentioned the ancient immortal cave and the three corpses and others, I did not elaborate.
Shi Zhongtian nodded after listening to it, and did not entangle in the details. It was only when he learned of the three-state war, his face first showed a longing look of excitement, and then he was gloomy and dull, as if disheartened general.
He waved his hand to stop mentioning this matter, and he asked instead: "So what are you doing here? Did you have a crush on your brother? If it were not for you to exhibit dharma idol, I was curious for a while. Asked a question, or else he smiled, he means Zhang Fan good luck, otherwise he will die under his.
Zhang Fan hearing this is a little bit, but at most it is a bit injured. Exposing some trump card only, really want his life, and where is so easy.
However, there is no need to elaborate on this. He thought about it for a while and said: "I followed the dog eggs."
"Dog eggs?" The humble middle-aged man was stunned and puzzled: "What's wrong with this kid? The city kid."
"strange spirit root!" Zhang Fan spit out three words concisely.
"Oh, I really didn't expect it, how? The younger man is fancy?"
Shi Zhongtian's face is slightly surprised. Such an aptitude is already out of luck. I thought it was Zhang Fan who wanted to take it as a disciple, so I didn't say much.
So aptitude, even the big sect should be tempted, but this person is so careless, it seems really discouraged.
Zhang Fan's heart moved, and he didn't get entangled in it. Diverting the topic and asking: "Brother knows where is Wulipo?"
"Wu Lipo?"
"Out of the town five miles southeast of the town, also known as the burial slope, there is nothing but ghosts and fires withered bones!"
At this time, Shi Zhongtian seemed to be aroused by the arrival of Zhang Fan, drinking wine one by one, but he replied casually and immersed himself in the wine country again, as if his whole pound. In the world, there is only one king left, and nothing else.
Seeing him like this, Zhang Fan will soon stay. After drinking two glasses, he got up and said goodbye.
Shi Zhongtian didn't keep it, just waved his hand. Then he picked up Xiaoding and swallowed more, that is, he was cultivation base high and deep, otherwise he drank this way, fearing that he would have drunk and died.
Out of the attic, the sun is sinking, the moon is not in the sky, and it is gloomy and cold.
Looking back, the manor is dim, and the loft is more like a whirlpool, as if all enthusiasm can be dissipated, only the desolation and silence, what is the past, let this expert, willing to lock between the squares ?
"This person is obsolete."
Zhang Fan sighed and turned into a streamer. Going towards Wulipo~IndoMTL.com~ At the same time, Shi Zhongtian seemed to feel something in the dark place of the attic, put down his hand and stared staringly into the distance.
Silently for a while, he suddenly smiled lonely, and then got up, pen and ink and ink, a wife mourning picture slowly flowing out from under the pen.
ps: First today, 4 words, 4 minutes, there is a chapter in two minutes.
By the way, the next thing I really want to play. From 6 o'clock last night to 6 o'clock in the morning. Only a few words of Kung-duo were written in a few hours. From the noon to the end, 6 hours have passed, and I have written another chapter.
The tragedy, the legendary low tide finally appeared in the old hours of continuous struggle, and I wrote the words and still desperately, I hope to make another chapter before the mouth, I really tried my best, but there is no way It seems that all the fatigue from the time of opening the book has exploded together, and the whole person is empty, just like floating on the cloud.
If there are any uncomfortable aspects in these chapters, please ask Wan Haihan, Dongliu is dizzy now. There is no accurate judgment.
The above does not count the number of words, bow down and continue to struggle. (To be continued)