The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

Chapter 172

Although Zhang Zhihe was terrified and distressed, he felt that Shen Zhongyu was holding him tightly, and he also restrained his thoughts. With a force, he turned around and directly crashed into Shen Zhongyu's arms, and then raised Shen Bi, The two swords of Jingshan circled around the two of them, splitting the strong wind into strands of cloud.Shen Zhongyu hugged Zhang Zhihe tightly into his arms, and also held up the measuring ruler, sticking to the two of them tightly with a clear light.

The strong wind blew away the two people's spiritual consciousness attached to the magic weapon layer by layer. Zhang Zhihe gritted his teeth to support him, but eventually his spiritual consciousness was exhausted. Shen Bi and Jing Shan shrank back into his dantian with a whimper. He himself fainted.

Shen Zhongyu held Zhang Zhihe in one hand, and directed the light transformed by the Tianchi ruler into a giant net with the other to intercept the strong wind, and then fell down, until the Tianchi ruler was almost scrap iron, and could only be retracted to the dantian for warming .Shen Zhongyu managed to see the peak of the mountain.

At this time, the crazy gale was at the end of its strength, and only a wisp of cloud air was still entwined around them, and it soon dissipated.The two of them naturally fell straight down from the sky like a meteor.

First there was the peak with jagged rocks, and then it rolled down to the vast forest. The two bumped and bumped in the forest, and they didn't know how far they rolled before they barely stopped under a big tree.

Shen Zhongyu raised his hand reluctantly, and then felt as if his muscles and bones were broken, he pulled out the black pouch containing the cave from his sleeve and put it down, barely got up, and dragged Zhang Zhihe, who had fainted, into the cave. go.As soon as he entered the door, in the hall, Shen Zhongyu couldn't hold on any longer, and passed out while holding the person in his arms. Before he passed out, he thought bitterly: It's better than the last time I came.

When she became conscious again, Shen Zhongyu raised her head and felt that the bones were crushed. She coughed and spit out the blood in her mouth. She pushed back the arm that had been twisted and dislocated before, and reset the bone with a click, and looked down at the Zhang Zhihe, with his eyes closed and tears at the corners of his eyes, sighed, and said to himself, "I can't sleep well." Originally, the turtle's deep sleep is for healing, but Zhang Zhihe has something on his mind, how can he heal his wounds wholeheartedly?

Shen Zhongyu thought for a while, picked him up and went into the inner room, and changed him into a Taoist robe. Fortunately, even though Zhang Zhihe was completely unconscious, he felt Shen Zhongyu's familiar aura. Stretch your feet for someone to change your clothes.

After he changed his clothes, Shen Zhongyu went to put Zhang Zhihe in a cross-legged posture with five hearts facing the sky, and tried to use his spiritual consciousness, but found that the purple mansion was closed, the spiritual platform was closed again, and his spiritual consciousness was almost exhausted. For a period of time in the future, it will be too difficult to use thoughts and spells and mobilize the mighty power of heaven and earth.

He sighed and had to use the simplest way.He himself sat cross-legged in front of Zhang Zhihe, with his five hearts turned to the sky, his eyes downcast in meditation, not thinking a single thought, just watching the ups and downs of various thoughts in the lake of his mind coldly, gradually entering a state of tranquility, the so-called death of the mind, life of the mind, consciousness of the mind Retire, the primordial spirit comes out, and presides over the operation of his whole body.

And the two sat opposite each other, they were originally Taoist couples, their aura blended together, under the auspices of the primordial spirit, the two auras interacted with each other, evolved sweet rain, and began to repair the damage to their souls and bodies.

This is the first-class method of double cultivation. Men don't take off their belts, women don't take off their clothes, they sit facing each other, don't have desires, and have self-sufficiency.And those who practice this method should not be lustful, as lust together will burn the whole body of the two of them.

After a few days, Zhang Zhihe let out a muffled snort, and blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, opened his eyes and saw Shen Zhongyu, and smiled slightly, expressing that he was fine.Seeing this, Shen Zhongyu felt boundless joy in his heart, and after calmly reaping the rewards, he stepped forward and hugged Zhang Zhihe into his arms, and said, "Is there anything wrong?"

Zhang Zhihe struggled to get up, pulled his sleeve to wipe off the blood on his mouth, and said, "It's nothing, except that the Zifu is closed and the Lingtai is closed." Hearing this, Shen Zhongyu said, "Me too." Then The two looked at each other, and then laughed.

Zhang Zhihe said: "Shen Bi's sword contains laws, and I'm a sword cultivator, so it doesn't matter." As a sword cultivator, he doesn't rely so much on divine consciousness, and his combat power has not dropped so much.

When Shen Zhongyu heard this, one side of his head looked cute, and he said with a smile: "Then I will take shelter under Azhi's subordinates for the next few days."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhihe nodded seriously, and said, "Don't worry, sir, I will take good care of you!"

Shen Zhongyu laughed again when she heard the words, and pulled Zhang Zhihe into her arms, wishing to rub him into her own flesh and blood, and then she felt Zhang Zhihe buried his face deeply on Shen Zhongyu's shoulder, unwilling to raise his head for a long time.Shen Zhongyu sighed, knowing that Zhang Zhihe was worried about his master, so while patting his back, he said, "Don't worry, we'll go find someone after the injury heals."

Zhang Zhihe raised his head when he heard the words, and said: "Sir, don't... hurry." The words were said, but they seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and every word was full of blood, "Sir, take good care of your wounds."

"I know what you're thinking, you're thinking of going on your own, aren't you?"

"I……"

"Your business is mine. You and I are one." Shen Zhongyu said.

"Then, we must heal our injuries first." Zhang Zhihe insisted.

"You too." Shen Zhongyu said, "Besides, do I still remember the divination we made before we set off?"

"Yeah." Zhang Zhihe remembered the previous sentence "It's a matter of life and death." He couldn't help laughing, and joked: "I don't know about the others, but the sentence that the road is blocked and the wind can't be flat is indeed fulfilled. "Shen Zhongyu raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said: "Ahem, it seems that my level of divination is still good. ""Um. " Zhang Zhihe also calmed down a little, and replied, "My mind is messy, I have to meditate before I can practice. "Speaking of this, his face was stained a little red for some reason.

Shen Zhongyu looked at him with great interest, reached out and tapped his nose, and said, "I want it too. Then I'll meditate outside, don't even think about running, I'll watch you."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhihe's face turned even redder, and even his transparent jade earlobes were stained crimson. He nodded and replied, "Understood. I promise sir, I won't run around."

Seeing that his face was painted with vermilion, Shen Zhongyu felt even more cute, so he stretched out his hands to hold his chin, and kissed him again, until his heart was ups and downs, and he felt the throbbing pain in his ribs, then he reluctantly let go, before letting go. He stroked his eyebrows with his fingers.Zhang Zhihe half closed his eyes and felt Shen Zhongyu's slender fingers sliding on his face, his heart was about to move, he felt that he really needed to meditate, otherwise he was afraid that he would go crazy.

Finally, when they parted, Shen Zhongyu couldn't help rubbing his fingers tucked into his sleeves, and looked back at him before he was willing to leave.

When Shen and Zhang began to meditate, in another place, Chu Fengge had just woken up. When he opened his eyes and saw the verdant green above his head, he couldn't help but pause.As soon as he moved, he felt pain in his muscles and bones, as if all the bones and joints in his body were broken and then someone used Dafa to put them back together. He wanted to use the mana, but he felt that the mana in the veins was empty and empty. Surprised, he sat up all of a sudden, and then he groaned in pain, broke out in cold sweat, and dared not move anymore.

"Are you in pain?" A clear and cold voice sounded from the side, like the sound of strings and water falling from an ice spring.

Turning around, Chu Fengge saw a little girl sitting beside her, looking at her intently. She had a beautiful appearance and picturesque features, but she had an indifferent expression on her face.He regained his composure, and said: "I'm Chu Fengge, thank you for saving my life."

She turned her head to one side, with doubts in her eyes, and replied, "I'm not a girl, I'm Gou Mang."

Chu Fengge glanced at her, and then his eyes slid over the place where he was now, and he saw that the palace composed of forests, the trees that made up the palace walls were all alive and growing naturally, just like they were originally It looks like it grows in the wilderness, but the branches, leaves and vines form an airtight wall, and even form beautiful and complicated patterns on the wall; even the wooden bed he is lying on now is alive, a living tree The naturally curved wooden bed, he can feel the vigorous growth of the branches and leaves under his body, and the water flows from the root system to the leaf veins through the root system.Such supernatural powers are indeed only possessed by the wood god.

He no longer had any doubts, endured the pain, bent down as much as possible, and said: "Thank you, the great god, for saving me. If there is a future, I will do the work of the oxen and horses." The wood god is a well-known kind god, and he should be respected.

"No need." Gou Mang shook his head and said, "God blesses whom, or sends disasters to whom, not because of rewards, but because of willingness or not." "Yes." Chu Fengge said, "Gaoyi."

"As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw you falling from the sky and falling in front of me. As soon as I saw you, I knew that you and I were destined."

"Oh." Chu Fengge looked at her and responded.

"You came along Jianmu."

"Exactly."

"Jianmu told me that when you first came up, you encountered a strong wind, and then you and your companions were separated. Then I saw you fall from mid-air, and your bones were broken."

Chu Fengge nodded and said, "Exactly."

"That gust of wind is the vision of my return to the throne: the wind blows up the three worlds. You were separated because of this, and you were injured because of this." Jumang replied with an indifferent face and no fluctuation in his tone.

Chu Fengge was silent for a long time, and said: "There is no disaster, it has nothing to do with the Great God." It is impossible to ask the Great God Jumang to accommodate the three of them, just like ordinary people who don't know how to divination when going out, so as not to accidentally step on ants to death.The ants are indeed wronged, so are mortals guilty?It can only be regarded as an innocent disaster.

Hearing this, Jumang nodded and said, "Okay. I'll find someone for you when you recover from your injury."

"Thank you, Great God." Chu Fengge replied with cupped hands.

"Okay." Gou Mang stood up, turned around and walked away. The originally airtight wall naturally opened a path for people to come in and out. As soon as she walked to the side, she turned around and said, "Don't run around while recuperating."