Into the Pirated Cultivation Text

"no!"

Rong Xin heard the voices of Xuan Ce and Feng Tingyun at the same time, one was majestic and the other was cold.

Rong Xin scratched his neck, "Hey, I forgot that pigeons can also transmit sound, did Master bring Wumiaoling?"

Xuan Ce took off the five wonderful bells from his waist, "Lihuo Qilin has gone to look for Luo Yili's reincarnation, and he is facing a bottleneck. I have ordered him to retreat at the mountain gate for a while. Now that the formation has been formed, Zongmen disciples all need to take responsibility."

Rong Xin asked worriedly, "Little brother encountered a bottleneck?"

Xuan Ce nodded, the ripples in his eyes moved slightly, "It's been a while."

Rong Xin was suspicious, but he couldn't say anything, "Then let me transmit the voice to my junior brother first."

The yin-yang gossip formation is an ancient strange formation. Shangjingxian used this formation to suppress the evil monsters in the extremely yin land, while Xie Sifang used the entire Xiangshuiyuan as a yin fish, and used the seven-kill formation as a yin eye to absorb the evil spirits of the world. Yin Qi, when the giant beast entrenched in the formation turns into a flying dragon, that Yin spirit will be bloodthirsty to the world.

They don't have much time left, and according to the speed at which Yin Qi is absorbed in the formation, the flying dragon will be about to take off in less than seven days.

Rong Xin let the pigeon fly, and when he looked back, he saw Yan Dingshan and Xuan Ce were still flipping through the classics in the pavilion looking for a way to break the formation, while Feng Tingyun was standing by the window sill, staring at the yin energy hovering over the Taishou Pond in the distance.

Feng Tingyun has undergone great changes over the years. Although he still has profound facial features and a handsome face, there is more heroism and vigor between his brows and eyes. This change makes his originally ethereal and cold temperament a bit arrogant. There is a sense of cold arrogance in the hostility.

Rong Xin remembered that when he first formed the golden core, someone slowly injected spiritual power into him when his extremely yang energy was in chaos. At that time, he didn't know how to control his own spiritual veins, nor did he know how to open up the fusion of spiritual consciousness, but the desolate and pure Spiritual power slowly led him into the river, calming the surging tide.

Back then, he thought it was Bai Xuanyu who calmed him down, but thinking about it now, the only person who could help him at that time was probably Feng Tingyun.

"Brother." Rong Xin interrupted his gaze.

People are really strange creatures. They clearly think about one thing in their minds, but they talk about another thing, "Have you seen Yuyanggen in southern Xinjiang?"

Feng Tingyun withdrew his gaze and replied, "Yes."

"Oh... Is the elm root hard to find? I promised little wanderer that I will find him to transform the root bone. He wants to take the way of cultivation. Without the elm root, I am afraid it will be very difficult."

Feng Tingyun's eyes were stern for a moment, but the words he uttered in the end were still light, "It's hard to find."

Rong Xin sighed in disappointment, "I knew it, but in order to appease his emotions, I even boasted a lot. It seems that in the future, it is better not to say yes to things that are not sure."

If I had known at that time, I would not have gone to Jialeng Monastery to clean up the mess, and should have stayed in Bailing Villa honestly.

"It's hard to find, but with me here, I can find it." Seeing what he said, Feng Tingyun added another sentence.

"Eh? Really?" Rong Xin looked at him with bright eyes, only to see Feng Tingyun's cold eyes flicker, and he nodded.

Rong Xin sang to him with a smile on his face, "Then I will trouble you, brother! After the formation is broken, I will go to southern Xinjiang to fight your autumn wind. I heard that you are one-sided in southern Xinjiang, so you can find some younger brothers for me." Is it majestic?"

Feng Tingyun pursed his lips and pondered for a while, then gradually frowned, and said plainly, "I don't have a younger brother."

Rong Xin thought that he was still angry about the fact that he had pulled his hand away earlier, he glanced at Xuan Ce and Yan Dingshan, and pulled Feng Tingyun behind Xiancai's bookshelf.

Rong Xin leaned against the bookshelf, secretly brewing in his heart what he was going to say next, his chest was throbbing, and even his fingertips trembled slightly.

Xuan Ce and Yan Dingshan were still discussing how to reverse the position of the gossip array to check and balance Yin Qi, but Rong Xin and Feng Tingyun were hiding behind the bookshelves in the pavilion, blocked by layers of shelves.

Rong Xin felt that bringing up that incident just now seemed a little fussy, so let's not mention it, he could never forget the look in Feng Tingyun's eyes at that time, so he said, "Do you have anything to say to me, brother?"

Feng Tingyun was pulled between the bookshelves by him, and he was puzzled for a moment, "What does Rong'er want to know?"

Seeing that he didn't respond, Rong Xin became anxious. Could it be that he just let go of his words and just ignored them?It's like this every time, I say a few words in front of others that make people blush and heartbeat, but when I come to myself, I don't say anything.

Rong Xin grabbed his sleeve, "What do you mean by what you said earlier? What did you do to me at the top of the pavilion yesterday... what do you mean?"

Hearing his question, Feng Tingyun slowly drooped his eyelashes, his face was complex, and his glass-colored eyes seemed to be getting darker, "You don't understand?"

Rong Xin saw that he was unwilling to answer directly, which reminded him of those scumbags in his previous life who were wandering in the feasting and feasting.The more irritable he was, the worse his tone became.

"Brother is always like this, let me guess, let me think, but I have a bad head, I can't guess, and I can't figure it out. You say that I am your destined Taoist companion. Is this your deepest thought, or is it because The agreement between my mother and father?"

Rong Xin finished speaking in one breath.

This matter has been in his heart for too long. In the past, he had to salute him at Bailing Villa because of his extreme yang energy. Although the ceremony failed in the end, Feng Tingyun never expressed his true thoughts. He always felt that The relationship between the two is like arranged by the elders.

Gradually, he felt no, yes, who would stare at him with such eyes?Which person will go through many difficulties to help him reshape his body and find his soul?Who would kiss another human being for no reason?

At the beginning, he resisted and couldn't believe the relationship between the two, and now he accepts it apathetically. It's just the time since he woke up in Taixuzong, but when he saw Feng Tingyun's silence, he couldn't help it. Eager to know - how Feng Tingyun defines their relationship.

Is that what he thought?Or are you thinking too much?

The friendship between teachers and brothers, the life-saving friendship, and the fate of his parents caused Feng Tingyun's special feelings for him - if that was the case, Rong Xin felt that he must be too ridiculous.

Hearing his question, Feng Tingyun had a subtle and weird expression. He stared at Rong Xin for a long while, trying to restrain himself. After a long time, he took a step forward, put him on the bookshelf, and stretched out his hand to brush Rong Xin's face. , "Haven't I made it obvious enough?"

Rong Xin was tickled by his cool fingers, he bit his lip, forced himself to calm down, and tried his best to speak in a calm tone, "Of course not enough."

Perhaps it was because his eyes were too provocative, Feng Tingyun lowered his head and held his lips without saying a word, and the thick and impatient kiss just fell.

This kiss was rough and anxious, the lips and teeth were cold, attacking and ravaging Kuangjuan, Rong Xin tasted a burst of fishy sweetness in no time.

Thinking of the presence of someone between the several bookshelves, and even hearing a few whispers from Yan Dingshan, Rong Xin felt his heartbeat was about to burst out of his chest, and he had an inexplicable feeling of cheating.

But thinking about it in a blink of an eye, he still didn't seem to get a definite answer from Feng Tingyun.

So he held his tearful eyes from being bitten, pushed him away, licked his bright red lips, rolled the blood stains into his lips, and complained, "If you don't answer me again, you won't be rare in the future."

Feng Tingyun hugged him into his arms, and Rong Xin even felt his body trembling, "Sometimes I wonder if you have a hard heart... I never thought that it was because I didn't do it clearly enough?"

Rong Xin's heart moved, and he raised his head slightly, but from his angle, he could only see Feng Tingyun's strong jaw, and couldn't see any expression clearly.

Although Rong Xin couldn't see Feng Tingyun's expression clearly, he could see Xuance behind a bookshelf.

At some point, Xuan Ce was standing behind the quaint bookshelf, holding an ancient book in his hand, but his expression was indifferent.

Rong Xin gently pushed Feng Tingyun away, he still couldn't get bored in front of others.

Feng Tingyun also regained his composure, but the coldness in his eyes had long since disappeared.

Xuan Ce's voice rang out from behind the bookshelf, "Find a way to check and balance this formation, come with me as a teacher."

Rong Xin and Feng Tingyun looked at each other, and when they saw each other's direct gaze, they immediately flicked away, and took the lead to leave the bookshelf, Feng Tingyun followed closely behind him.

"Master, what do you mean, is to set up guarded Qiankun formations in six directions, put an evil treasure in each formation, and then use the Guangling mirror to reverse the universe in the Taishou pool?"

"Yes."

"But where can I find the six evil treasures all of a sudden?"

"Xi Qing, Zhu Huo, and Bing Po are all evil-suppressing swords, and there are three more."

Rong Xin thought about it, and according to the original work he read, the artifacts comparable to the sword made by Yu Du should be the Tianyuan Chessboard of the Lord of Yuze Island, the Wanfang Treasure Pot of Taoist Qingyang, and the leader of Hongyigu black origami fan.

"Feng Zhi is not a cold and heartless person, let alone Taoist Qingyang. Although he has a bad temper, he hates evil like an enemy, exorcising evil and defending the Tao. As for Sheng Zun..."

Rong Xin looked at Feng Tingyun, then at Xuan Ce, until Yan Dingshan tentatively asked, "The leader of the Red Clothes Valley...what is your relationship with him?"

"Not at all." Xuan Ce said.

Feng Tingyun shook his head without even saying a word.

Yan Dingshan looked at Rong Xin again, "Young friend Rong, it seems that Wen Fengyin, who Yan saw Hongyigu at Miyin Peak earlier, is your old acquaintance?"