I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Hui Niang didn't care too much, and only called her senior brother.

Feng Yuanjiu joined this weird team just like that, his idea of ​​finding a secluded place to make clothes for the little fox while resting and recuperating was temporarily nullified.

To be honest, Feng Yuanjiu was a little annoyed even if he was invited by a beautiful woman. If it wasn't for the hexagrams that indicated that he should go with him, he would definitely refuse - delaying his practice, no matter how beautiful it is.

Feng Yuanjiu pretended to be obsessed, and was invited to walk at the front of the team with Hui Niang.

Hui Niang smiled and said, "This place is still three thousand miles away from the Six Views of Taiqing, let's hurry up, and we will be there in three days at most."

Feng Yuanjiu nodded, his voice was like a clear spring: "Junior Sister is very familiar with the Taiqing sect?"

Hui Niang blushed: "It is my long-cherished wish to worship Taiqing, so I did more homework."

Feng Yuanjiu flattered without any trace: "Ordinary people want to do their homework in advance, but they can't find it."

Hui Niang looked at the hazy palaces and pavilions in the distance, and said, "My uncle is an elder of the Taiqing sect, so he naturally knows more."

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and didn't ask any more questions.

Hui Niang's beautiful eyes seemed to look at Feng Yuanjiu affectionately: "Brother, don't you wonder why I didn't just worship my uncle as my teacher?"

Feng Yuanjiu slowed down his pace, his eyes fell on Hui Niang's dust-free feet, and he said calmly: "There are thousands of roads, and roads can lead to gods. It is your freedom to choose which way to practice."

There seemed to be starlight in Huiniang's eyes, and she looked at Feng Yuanjiu with twinkling eyes: "Senior brother is very true, but it's a pity that the family doesn't understand. Senior brother came to apprentice alone, but it was also because the elders in the family didn't agree. Did you sneak out?"

Feng Yuanjiu shook his head: "That's not true, the elders in my family know that I came to pay homage to my master."

Hui Niang let out a sigh, stared thoughtfully at the Xiangfeng dark pattern on Feng Yuanjiu's neckline, and said, "It's so lucky, it's much easier to have a family to rely on."

Feng Yuanjiu didn't comment.

The male cultivator with the tumor on his cheek sneered angrily, Hui Niang glanced back, and then muffled his voice spinelessly.

Intentionally or not, Hui Niang repeated a few more conversations, Feng Yuanjiu's mouth was like a clam shell, without revealing a single word of useful information, instead, Hui Niang filled her mouth with a lot of anecdotes about the Six Views of Taiqing .

Afterwards, Hui Niang lost the interest in talking, and the group stopped talking and hurried on their way.

They are all monks with some roots, and their physical strength is naturally much stronger than ordinary people. There are only three to five days of walking, and they don't stop to rest on the way, and they swallow a bigu pill when their stomachs are empty.

At dusk on the second day, the Six Views of Taiqing were already in sight, and we only needed to cross an [-]-mile-long line of sky to reach Wendao Peak.

The line of sky is extremely narrow, and the mountain walls on both sides are as high as ten thousand ren, which can barely accommodate a person.

The elegant female cultivator with the highest cultivation level walked in the front without hesitation, followed by the five-level Qi-refining male cultivator who was as strong as a mountain, followed by the dark and thin fourth-level Qi-refining male cultivator, and then Hui Niang , Feng Yuanjiu, and finally the one with a tumor on his face.

In the gorge, there are jagged rocks and a thick layer of moss where the mountain stream flows.

Hui Niang was walking in front, but suddenly her foot slipped and she fell straight to Feng Yuanjiu.

Feng Yuanjiu instinctively wanted to hide to the right, but a moss-covered mountain wall was just a punch away, so he could only stop abruptly, and Ren Huiniang fell on top of him with his arm lying across his chest.

The warm fragrance and warm jade in his bosom did not arouse Feng Yuanjiu's charming thoughts, which were still as clear as water.

Therefore, the murderous intent that suddenly appeared behind him was not missed.

The warm and jade-like tortoise shell moves at will, grows against the wind, and turns into a ten-foot-long shield to firmly protect the vitals behind it.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

There were three crisp sounds in succession, obviously the sound of a sharp weapon hitting the tortoise shell.

Feng Yuan grabbed Hui Niang's slender neck with nine palms, and the blade of the sword rested on Hui Niang's dantian, and asked softly, "Junior Sister, what do you mean?"

Hui Niang was strangled by the neck, and only her spiritual sense could transmit her voice: "Senior brother, little sister doesn't know either."

The tears in her eyes were like a pool of autumn water, and her cheeks were flushed like a cloud of fire.

The hair on the temples is slightly disheveled, and the vermilion lips are slightly parted, with a pear blossom and rainy appearance, but it's a pity to meet Feng Yuanjiu, who is so hard-hearted.

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyes and looked at the three monks, two men and one woman who turned around tacitly and confronted him without saying a word: "Throughout the journey, they all obeyed your orders."

Hui Niang burst into tears, and the sound transmission of her spiritual consciousness was faint and lingering, with a bit of obsequiousness: "Senior brother, you believe me."

Feng Yuanjiu silently recited the "Taishang Laojun's Quiet Heart Sutra", without being moved at all: "Empty mouth, white teeth, but it's up to you."

Hui Niang saw that Feng Yuanjiu showed no sign of softening her heart, and the teardrops in her eyes finally slid down the corners of her eyes: "Is it only the head of Senior Brother Hai that can prove my innocence?"

Feng Yuanjiu didn't say yes or no, the strength between his fingers didn't change a bit.

Hui Niang looked at Feng Yuanjiu sadly, and then looked at the delicate female cultivator who was the farthest away from them.

Thinking that Hui Niang communicated something with her spiritual consciousness, the female cultivator who was originally expressionless suddenly rose from the ground, tapped her toes on the stone walls on both sides, and landed at the end after a few ups and downs.

Qingfeng passed, and the sky was red and rainy.

A moment ago, the cultivator who was planning to sneak attack Feng Yuanjiu was separated from his body and head in a blink of an eye, staining several boulders on the steep mountain wall red.

The sword returned to its sheath, and the blue shadow fell lightly.

With a slight lift of the jade hand, the head that was originally held by her rolled to Feng Yuanjiu's feet like a rolling gourd.

Feng Yuanjiu's spiritual consciousness was locked on the three monks who had been taciturn all the time, and the hand on Hui Niang's neck was squeezed a little harder, and a smile appeared on his lips: "This senior sister is so beautiful, in case I do it for my brother!" Following in the footsteps of Senior Brother Hai, I will wrong my Junior Sister for the remaining hundreds of miles."

Hui Niang wept mournfully, and the remaining three monks confronted Feng Yuanjiu for a moment, then turned around silently, and continued walking towards the sky.

The tortoise shell moved at will, and turned into the height of the body, like a white jade tortoise shell, firmly protecting the door behind Feng Yuanjiu.

The little fox stepped on the turtle shell and got behind Feng Yuanjiu. When he came back, he had a Qiankun bag in his mouth, obviously it belonged to the senior brother Hai who just fell here.

Feng Yuanjiu inspected the contents of the Qiankun bag majestically, and moved the things that caught his eye into his own Qiankun bag: "Xiaobai, throw it away."

The little fox looked at Feng Yuanjiu, poked its claws into the Qiankun bag, took out half a stone tablet and pushed it to Feng Yuanjiu, then the fox's mouth loosened, and the blood-stained Qiankun bag slipped along Hui Niang's water-blue dress down.

Feng Yuanjiu glanced at the track where the Qiankun bag slid past, and a little doubted that this stupid fox was a pervert.

Because Feng Yuanjiu restrained Hui Niang, it greatly affected the pace.

The thin line of sky that could be crossed in a day at most, took two full days to see the vast world again.

Feng Yuanjiu looked at the three monks who were encircling him and blocked him at the exit of the first line of the sky, and tightened his neck mercilessly: "Junior Sister, do you still want to send your brother for another ride?"

Hui Niang waved her hands, and the delicate female cultivator turned sideways, giving way.

The moment Feng Yuanjiu held Huiniang past the delicate nun, he glanced sideways at the delicate nun's eyes—it was as dark as ink but without expression.

Feng Yuanjiu looked down at Huiniang who looked weak, and said, "Junior Sister, it's best not to let them follow, otherwise we might go to Taiqing with this indecent posture."

Hui Niang sent a sound transmission with her spiritual consciousness: "Senior brother, why do you have to do this?"

Feng Yuanjiu replied blankly: "Be careful sailing the ten-thousand-year boat. As a brother, I still want to learn from my teacher Taiqing and ask for longevity. I can't just fall into this deep mountain and old forest at will."

Hui Niang had no choice but to let Feng Yuanjiu coerce her to move on.

Feng Yuanjiu didn't intend to completely break with Hui Niang, and when he walked to an open place where he could escape, he sent Hui Niang a foot away from him: "Junior Sister, I offended you."

Hui Niang stabilized her figure, stroked the broken hair on her sideburns, and gave a slight blessing: "Brother, we will meet later."

Feng Yuanjiu gave a slap in the face: "There will be a period later."

The appearance of these two farewells, as if they are all innocent immortals under the light of the wind and the moon, without any grudges in their hearts, as for the truth, only they themselves know.

After Feng Yuanjiu got rid of Hui Niang, he was afraid that she and the other three monks would take a small path and rush to him to rob and kill him, so he didn't rush to go to Taiqing Liuguan, but first found a cave and retreated to rest some.

After returning to the peak state physically and mentally, Feng Yuanjiu found a piece of fish bone and ground a needle, ruining the magic robe that was "dyed" by the little fox with blossoming red plums, threading the needle to attract spider threads , made a simple set of clothes and hats for the little fox - a pirate scarf with two fox ears exposed, and a small cape fluttering on the back.

Covering the pinch of golden fur that is easy to covet, Feng Yuanjiu carried the little fox to the foot of Wenwen Peak.

There are six views in Taiqing, namely sitting and forgetting, calming oneself, clear mind, clear virtue, cultivating virtue and keeping virtue. These six views will recruit disciples every ten years, and those who pass the entrance test on Wenwen Peak will be able to Those who entered the practice of the Six Views and failed the test were willing to stay at the foot of Wenwen Peak to practice, and the Taiqing Sect did not drive them away.

Over time, a large town has formed at the foot of Wenwen Peak.

The town is called Wenxian Town, and most of the people who live there are monks with poor aptitude and low cultivation. There is a fair-scale market in the center of the town.At first, this square city was just a place for the monks in the fairy town to communicate with each other. Over time, it became a large scale, and it became very prosperous every time the Taiqing sect opened the gates.

Not only the monks on the mountain will come down, but also the monks outside the mountain will come to scour the herbs they need.

Feng Yuanjiu strolled in the market to broaden his knowledge, and saw a very familiar figure in the distance, and realized that Feng Yuanjiu gritted his teeth when he looked at the noble black robe.