Chapter 002: The Bludgeoning of the Bell
The sound of a small distance strike resonated like thunder, causing Zhang Xiaofeng to cover his ears and tremble uncontrollably. His blood surged rapidly, and he felt as if he were on the verge of fainting
Time and again enduring the reverberation of the bell, Zhang Xiaofeng has been striking it in this desolate back mountain for a week. After a week, Zhang Xiaofeng distinctly remembers having struck it eighty-one times. It is not that he does not wish to strike it more; it is simply excruciating. After each toll, he requires at least half a day's rest to recover, and the recovery time increases with each subsequent strike. One day, he even contemplated striking it again, but ultimately could not bear it and fainted on the ground. After each toll, he requires at least half a day's rest to recover, and the recovery time increases with each subsequent strike. One day, he even contemplated striking it again, but ultimately could not bear it and fainted on the ground
Boom
"What the hell is this thing, *picture* book? Why does striking a bell feel like thunder?" Zhang Xiaofeng shouted angrily. After striking it once, he felt a sense of wanting to give up. The sound of the bell gradually faded, yet it seemed to linger in his mind, echoing continuously.
Next to the bell, there is a large wooden beam, thick enough to be embraced by both hands, secured upright beside the bell. Zhang Xiaofeng exerted himself to drag this heavy beam backward, managing to create only a slight distance, after which he could no longer muster the strength to support it and let go of his hands
The old Daoist said that new disciples must come to strike the bell every day, to comprehend the realm through the sound of the bell and drum. Zhang Xiaofeng stood before the bell, touching this remarkably ancient bell, which, under the ravages of time, had evidently become somewhat rusty and deformed. He felt a sense of apprehension, wondering if striking this antique a few times would cause it to break.
When Zhang Xiaofeng approached the woman, a faint, refreshing fragrance wafted directly to his heart and nose. Just the scent alone was quite pleasant, making him eagerly anticipate the woman's appearance. As he gently arrived in front of her, Zhang Xiaofeng was momentarily taken aback.
It was an ancient bell engraved with dragon patterns, said to be a treasured artifact passed down from Longzhong Mountain, and also the founding treasure of the Longzhong Sect. After the old man briefly introduced it, he vanished, leaving Zhang Xiaofeng standing in front of the bell with a blank expression.
Upon arriving at the back mountain, it was extremely desolate, and indeed very, very empty. This was Zhang Xiaofeng's first impression. The so-called master, after guiding him to this place, arranged for him to ring the bell.
"Be good! This woman should at least have a pretty face, so as not to tarnish that beautiful silhouette," Zhang Xiaofeng said with a mischievous tone. At the same time, his steps quickened, as such a perfect silhouette was indeed captivating. Anticipation and exploration have always been inherent traits of men. However, he felt a contradiction, fearing that the reality might be contrary to his expectations—that this was merely a silhouette killer, and that her face might resemble that of a pig.
From a distance, the woman appeared with long black hair flowing like a waterfall, her dark tresses dancing in the wind. Dressed in a white gown, her figure was graceful, as if she had transcended the mundane.
In pursuit of the glorious aspirations of https://www.hetushucomcom, Zhang Xiaofeng keeps the old man's words in mind, diligently ringing the bell, so that he may soon comprehend profound realms within the sound of the bell
"Treasure of the Opening Mountain? Inherited Treasure? Such remarkable items are just displayed on a desolate mountain? Am I being deceived?" Zhang Xiaofeng pondered in confusion
Striking the bell every day is a rather tedious and boring practice, yet Zhang Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and persevered. The reasons that kept him going were all centered around the hope of achieving success in his cultivation, enjoying freedom in the world, and being surrounded by countless beautiful women. On this day, which marked the eighth day of Zhang Xiaofeng's bell-striking, he arrived at the back mountain and discovered a woman standing in front of the bell.
As the sound of the bell faded, Zhang Xiaofeng once again stood before the antique clock. He began to carefully examine this clock, adorned with dragon patterns, which was at least two heads taller than himself. Upon closer inspection, he counted that it was intricately carved with nine dragons. Each dragon appeared so lifelike, as if they were alive. The entire surface was a dark bronze color, suggesting that the material was likely a type of copper or iron. Could this truly be a magical artifact? While questioning this, Zhang Xiaofeng also sensed that this clock was quite unusual.
Dong ... ...
When she was less than one yard away from the woman, the woman gently struck the antique giant bell. After that, she made no further movements, simply standing quietly by the bell, as if she were in deep contemplation. Once a practitioner enters a meditative state, they become completely absorbed in their cultivation, and unless there is a very strong external disturbance, they generally do not awaken. Therefore, at this moment, Zhang Xiaofeng was observing her from just one meter away, completely unaware of his presence. Once a practitioner enters a meditative state, they become completely absorbed in their cultivation, and unless there is a very strong external disturbance, they generally do not awaken. Therefore, at this moment, Zhang Xiaofeng was observing her from just one meter away, completely unaware of his presence.