Chapter 377： Bronze Scroll

"This is..." The mysterious rattan talisman that was just about to be condensed under the young man's hands instantly turned into a large group of wooden vines because of the turmoil in Guzhong's spiritual energy and his lack of concentration. The Qingfeng long sword appeared in his hand in an instant, with a cold light flashing, he swung the long sword a few times, cutting off the wooden vines spreading towards him.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the turquoise juice on the sword lightly, and stepped out a few steps towards the door. He stood on a hillside with a relatively open view, looking at the dragon-like sword hanging upside down in the valley. Volume of nimbus vortex.

Zhang Tianyu stared at the spiritual vortex, and after a dozen or so breaths, there were more than a dozen children who were younger than him, and three old Zhang family members who had wrinkles at the corners of their eyes.

"Uncle Nine, did the ancestor make a breakthrough, or did he practice some kind of kung fu to make such a big noise?" A girl in yellow, feeling the aura originally scattered in the valley, was continuously flowing. Gathering towards the valley, she excitedly asked a commoner clothed old man at the ninth level of Qi training beside her.

Zhang Hengmi didn't know what kind of method the ancestor practiced, even the few elders who established the foundation in the clan, they might not know what the ancestor practiced in detail. So he could only shake his head, and said to Zhang Tianya: "Uncle Ninth, I don't know what skills my ancestor practiced, but this kind of practice vision, I think it will be very rewarding to come to the ancestor!"

Then he suddenly turned serious, and said to the children beside him: "You can't say a word about this matter to others, even your parents, brothers and sisters, remember?"

"Remember, Uncle Jiu." The dozen or so children around shouted loudly.

"At this moment, the aura is turbulent, and your concentration is not strong enough. Don't practice for now, lest you be disturbed and give up halfway. After the aura vortex dissipates, you can continue to practice." This is called Zhang Hengmi, and he explained Zhang Shiping's cultivation. After not being able to pass it on to the outside world, he gave them a few more instructions, and then walked aside with the other two qi practitioners.

"Hen Yu, Heng Ming, those servants in the valley..." He stretched out his hand and stroked his neck, full of killing intent.

"Forget it, Ninth Brother, these servants will be in the valley for the rest of their lives, and they won't be able to get out. You and I should kill less evil." Some clansmen with white eyebrows and hair and beard couldn't bear it.

When these servants entered the Green Bamboo Valley, their life and death were no longer in their own hands, but if they accidentally bumped into each other or ran into something, they would disappear the next day, which is also very normal. This situation occurs in every family. so it is.

"That's right, Ninth Brother, just let those servants live in the green bamboo of the ancestor. Killing evil for no reason is detrimental to virtue!" Another old Zhang family advised.

Zhang Hengmi looked at the pale green aura vortex in the valley, his eyes were heavy, and after a while, he said coldly: "After the ancestor's practice is over, the ancestor will make a decision, otherwise, he will report to the patriarch."

Zhang Shiping, the ancestor of Jindan, can naturally decide all the matters of the Zhang family. But if Zhang Shiping is troubled by such trivial matters, how can he have time to practice!

After hearing Brother Jiu's words, these two people also responded: "It's up to the ancestors to decide."

However, the three of them waited for several more days, until the eighth day, the aura vortex in the valley was slowly dissipating.

The blue flames around Zhang Shiping dissipated and slowly landed on the futon, he opened his eyes, the eyes were as sharp as real, and shot in the air. With five fingers on his right hand, in the palm of his hand, a black bead the size of a quail egg is distorting the surrounding air.

With a thought in his mind, he took out a gray-colored masonry artifact, and the flame beads slowly landed on the artifact, but in the blink of an eye, the flame beads instantly swallowed the brick and stone artifact, turning it into a mass of ashes.

"Ning!" Zhang Shiping yelled softly, the black flame that had dispersed in all directions turned into a black bead again, but it was much smaller than the previous one, only the size of a soybean.

Seeing the scene, Zhang Shiping was a little surprised, but he was not overly happy, because this black lithograph brick was only a second-order high-grade magic weapon, and there was still a big gap with the magic weapon used by Jindan monks. If Black Flame goes one step further, the power of the Flame Pearl can go one level higher, otherwise it would be impossible to directly burn the magic weapons of other Golden Core cultivators into ashes like this second-level top-grade magic weapon.

However, with the current power of this Black Flame, it is enough for Zhang Shiping. He looked at the soybean-sized Black Flame Bead on his palm, and frowned slightly. He understood that it was because he had just mastered this Black Flame. If he was given some more time to refine some Black Flame, It won't be just a little bit.

Zhang Shiping opened the palm of his left hand, and he held a golden-red pagoda on his palm, and he flicked the soybean-sized black flame bead on his right hand into the pagoda. He activated the silver divine pattern on the body of the Yanyun Wanling Pagoda. The silver flames were as clean as holy, and the black flames in the tower body were slowly absorbing the silver flames that ignited from the tower base.

The efficiency of this kind of growth is naturally not as fast as his speed of using Youlan Real Fire, but as long as Zhang Shiping maintains it a little bit with his mind, his natal pagoda can emit silver flames all the time.

After finishing this matter, he immediately put away the pagoda and re-entered the dantian.

He stood up, walked around the quiet room for a while, and then repaired the quiet room magic circle that was damaged by the black flame just now. After half a cup of tea, Zhang Shiping held it with one hand. Lighting the bronze lamp, he walked to the desk, sat down on the chair, flipped his hands and took out the scroll of paintings depicted in the bronze tadpole script.

Zhang Shiping spread out the scroll and looked from right to left. On the scroll is a picture of an eagle swallowing mountains and rivers. The bronze eagle spreads its wings high in the sky, standing alone and proud of the world.

He looked at it for a long time before sighing that the painter must be very good at painting and refining, and this person is still extremely delicate, and he integrated the bronze tadpole script into the painting. If Zhang Shiping hadn’t memorized most of the ancient texts, and knew the ancient texts of the bronze and other chains, let him read it for another ten days and a half months, I’m afraid he would just lament the painter’s wonderful brushstrokes, how could he not notice it? The bronze tadpole script implied in it.

Zhang Shiping spread out all the scrolls, and after carefully examining them for half an hour, he took the green pen from the pen holder, and copied the tadpole characters hidden in the scrolls word by word on the rice paper. After two cups of tea, he put down the pen and gently blew on the rice paper. He didn't pick it up until the ink was dry.

He read these hundreds of characters lightly, these ancient prose are very different from the common language used in the world of cultivating immortals in Nanzhou today, Zhang Shiping seldom read this kind of ancient prose, so he was a bit convoluted when he read it.

When he finished reading the last word, there was a faint sound coming from the bronze scroll, which caught Zhang Shiping's attention. He looked down, and the picture in the scroll seemed to have gone through thousands of years, vicissitudes, and a cup of tea .

Zhang Shiping looked at this already brand-new bronze painting, and saw that the original picture of an eagle swallowing mountains and rivers had changed into a sea and a rising sun. And at the bottom right of the picture scroll, there are a few lines of small characters, which also lead to a seal.