Volume 1 Chapter 170 The Trio

Chapter 170 Threesome

At this time, it was almost evening, and the sunset began to emit a dreamy brilliance, covering the earth with a dark yellow color. In the distance is the barbarian army camp, behind is the Song army pass, and in the middle is an endless battlefield. I don't know how many passionate men shed their blood and wrapped their bodies here, just for that order. Zhang Ain was puzzled and asked, "Why would the warlock get involved?"

Zhang Tianfang slapped him: "I'm asking you something."

Zhang Awei scratched his head and said: "Song is the country of Yunyi. I ran over here on impulse because I was afraid that she would be worried. I really don't know what to do." Looking up and down, left and right, there was smoke everywhere in the barbarian camp, and the Song army's wife, the Huotou Army in the Pass, He was also preparing dinner and said, "How about we eat too?"

Fang Jian was a little surprised when he heard this and interrupted: "You still eat? Don't you eat grains?"

"Why don't you eat some? Why should you abuse your stomach?" Zhang Tianfang didn't react until he finished speaking and stared at Fang Jian: "You don't really plan to come with us, do you?"

Fang Jian pondered for a moment, and after careful consideration he came up with the answer: "Master asked me to follow the two donors." Zhang Tian let out a sigh and said, "Your master asked you to die, and you will die too?" Fang Jian shook his head: "My master is merciful. Won’t do that.”

Zhang was afraid that he would be happy. Well, the team has grown again. My problem of walking all the way and then receiving all the way must be corrected.

The barbarian army and the Song army faced each other from the north to the south. There was a high mountain in the distance to the east. Zhang Ao pointed to the mountain and said: "Go there and rest." The three of them were monks and they traveled very fast. They arrived at the foot of the mountain in a short time. Zhang Tianfang was afraid that Zhang Tianfang would choose a flat place, so they each threw out the tents and went inside to rest. They threw them down and looked left and right, not knowing which room to enter.

Zhang Wen lifted the curtain and said, "Come in." Fang Jianqiang suppressed his refusal and said, "As a monk, you must serve the Buddha with your body. You must be able to endure hardships, practice Zen, and..." Zhang Wen interrupted him and said, "Come in, Aren’t you bored sitting alone in the woods in Mahakala?”

Fang Jian wanted to argue again, but he was afraid that Zhang Ai would leave him alone and really leave him alone outside, so he agreed: "The donor is sincere, poor monk..." Zhang Ai didn't speak to him at all. When he got the chance, he grabbed his arm and dragged him into the house, threw him on the soft fur, and then said: "The bed is mine, and the rest can be slept anywhere." He had a strange feeling that he and Fang Jian seemed to be familiar with each other, and there was no need for each other. All that frivolous red tape.

Fang Jian has been practicing in Qingmen since he was a child. He has never escaped from poverty until he is nineteen years old. He has a genius, but he has no connections, no background, and no money. All he has access to are the cheapest and lowest-grade cultivation materials, techniques, and equipment. He finally rebelled from the Qing Dynasty, but ended up in an even more miserable place where suffering is the source of pleasure. In the Zen temple, he fell into the thick and soft fur. He sank lightly and felt extremely comfortable. He said happily: "It's so comfortable." He then said: "You two are descendants of aristocratic families, right? Each of you has a tent. I'll see you at Qingmen. Once, Master said it was flashy and not helpful for practice.”

Before Zhang Weijing could say anything, Zhang Tianfang opened the curtain and walked in, talking as he walked: "It's not fair, there are two of you here, and I am alone over there. You are busy here, but I am lonely over there. No matter what, I will sleep here too today." "

Fang Jian was surprised when he heard this: "Are you still sleeping? Ever since I became successful in practicing Qi, I have basically been practicing meditation instead of sleeping. I sleep once every few days or ten days on average."

Zhang Awei smiled softly and said: "Eat when you should eat, sleep when you should sleep, don't put yourself through so much trouble." He was thinking, has this guy not eaten since the foundation of Pigu Valley?

Fang Jian said: "I don't feel it's hard."

Zhang Wen looked at him carefully. He was of medium height, with a delicate face, a thin body, and a pale complexion. He was a nineteen-year-old genius who had formed an elixir. He was such a young man. It seemed that his life was worse than his own before, and he could only practice cultivation in his life. Pulling the table, he took out a bottle of diluted spiritual wine and two kinds of dried fruits, and asked the two of them to sit down: "Drink some, it's fate to be together." Zhang Tianfang grabbed the bottle, opened the cap and smelled it, He yelled, "No fair, this wine is better than what was given to me."

Fang Jian knew that the bottle contained wine, and he said hesitantly: "I have never drank wine, and drinking is not allowed in the temple." This guy was really stubborn, so Zhang Wen persuaded him: "You are not a monk! You are with me. Two identical monks! What’s the point of drinking?”

"Why am I not a monk?" In Fang Jian's mind, as long as he shaves his head and lives in a temple, he is a monk. The only drawback is that the people in the temple do not recognize his identity as a monk.

"Master Wuwu said before he left that you have no connection with Buddhism." Zhang Wen was very patient with him.

Zhang Tianfang was too lazy to wait for him, so he took advantage of him not to prepare a glass of wine and splashed it on his face, and then said: "It's done, he drank, let's go one by one."

Fang Jian was furious: "Why are you like this?" Zhang Tianfang was also angry: "Do you know what kind of wine this is? Spiritual wine! Spiritual wine that is helpful for spiritual practice and can improve your cultivation! I gave it to you to drink out of kindness, but you got angry at me. ?”

Fang gradually realized that the wine was unusual, but firstly, he was a little unfamiliar with the two of them, and secondly, he had lived a poor life for many years, and was taught in the temple for more than a month. He learned to restrain his mind and desires, endure everything, and stubbornly refused to ask. Zhang Tianfang lost his temper and asked in shock: "Is this spiritual wine?" Not to mention spiritual wine, he had never seen even a spiritual medicine in his life, let alone a more luxurious spiritual wine.

Zhang Tianfang was a little embarrassed to lose his temper. He poured a glass of wine and brought it over to make peace: "I won't hurt you. If you don't believe me, I'll drink it first." After saying that, he drank it up and then got angry at Zhang Wen: "Just give it to me." The wine is good, you are going too far!”

Zhang Pa ignored this, took the bottle and said with a smile: "Do you want to drink?" Zhang Tianfang rushed over and snatched the bottle. He made up his mind that he would wait until he finished drinking before he got angry. He kept saying: "Drink."

The two of them were fooling around, which made Fang Jian relax his mind. He tried to drink a few sips of wine. It was spicy on one side and a little sweet on the other side. The spiritual power contained in it was like a fishhook that hooked him directly. He comforted himself in his heart: "I'm not a monk, and drinking a little wine is nothing."

He was originally a teenager. It was rare for him to be relieved and relaxed after years of repressed life. This night he finally had the opportunity and excuse, and finally got drunk. When he woke up the next day, his relationship with Zhang Pa and Zhang Tianfang naturally took a step forward.

Because Zhang Tianfang intervened and killed three warlocks of the other side, and they were the three people with the highest cultivation in the front-line camp of the barbarian army, the barbarian army did not dare to act rashly, so they withdrew their momentum and sent back messages waiting for orders. So there was no war for the next few days.

Zhang Tianfang was lying on the grass, looking at the sky, muttering, "Are we going to fight or not?" Zhang Pa was looking through the jade slips. He hadn't read them much since he got them by killing people and robbing them. It was rare that he had time to study hard.

Fang Jian was meditating and practicing on the side. After a while, he couldn't help asking, "You never practice?" These days, Zhang Pa and the others were just drinking, sleeping, and being in a daze. They had nothing to do.

Zhang Tianfang said, "I've practiced what I should have practiced." Zhang Pa said, "It's not suitable to practice here."

Fang Jian didn't want to be different from others, so he stopped practicing and stood up, looking at the two giant tigers with envy: "This monster is awesome, it must be very expensive." After thinking for a while, he asked again, "Are you from a noble family? Are you cousins?" Both of them were surnamed Zhang, and staying together all day long would easily lead to misunderstandings.

The two hurriedly shook their heads and spoke at the same time. Zhang Pa: "I don't have such a stupid brother." Zhang Tianfang: "I don't have such a rogue brother."