I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Tu Chenglu's fox figure barely stopped in front of the sky phantom, and the distance between the two was only one finger.

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyes and looked in the direction where the voice came from just now, and saw ripples in the void between the three golden-crowned sycamore trees, and a fat one-armed monk appeared in a short while.

This one-armed fat monk, with a pale face, bright red lips, and a dark atmosphere in his hall, was holding a dragon-headed crutch in his hand, and the slightly drooping corners of his eyes concealed his suspicion. , That doll that entered three secret vaults at once?"

Feng Yuanjiu wanted to recall Tu Chenglu, and focused on his guard: "It's the younger generation."

The one-armed fat monk stared at Feng Yuanjiu for a moment, then threw a pitch-black stone: "Drop a drop of blood into it."

Feng Yuanjiu caught the stone with his true essence wrapped in his palm, and held it in his palm to play with.

The shape of this stone is irregular. It looks like a phoenix fluttering its wings when viewed from the front, and it looks like surging waves when viewed from the side.

Not sure what it is, Feng Yuanjiu naturally wouldn't directly drop blood into it.

Seeing Feng Yuanjiu's hesitation, the one-armed monk added a blank expression: "This is a bloodstone from the ancestral land. Only pure Feng's blood can make it turn into a phoenix." Otherwise, it will be photographed by a huge wave. die in this valley.

Feng Yuanjiu didn't fully believe him either.

Majesticly flipped through "Story of Foreign Objects" and "Kyushu Strange Objects Award", but didn't see anything called a blood vein stone, so he folded a paper crane and gave it to Kang Xuanyi outside Wutong Valley to fly over.

——Has Uncle Kang heard of blood vein stone?

——Bloodstone?what colour?But don't just drop blood into it.

Feng Yuanjiu glanced at the fat one-armed monk whose face had turned livid, and slowly folded another paper crane and flew out of Wutong Valley.

--black.

——The bloodstone is a unique thing in the ancestral land of the twelve cultivation families in the mainland of Kyushu. It can be used to test whether the blood of the tribe is pure.The front of the Kang Family Bloodline Stone is the image of the ancestor gods, and the punishment face is the image of Zhu Rong.From my guess, the front side of the Feng Family Bloodline Stone should be the image of Tianfeng, and the punishment side should be related to the water attribute.

——The black bloodstone is used to test magic. If the bloodstone meets my guess, you can drop blood and have a chance.

Feng Yuan nine-pointed the paper crane and turned it into a heaven and earth inspiration.

Drooping Eyes measured the pitch-black stone in his palm for a moment, then squeezed a drop of blood from his fingertips onto it.

The dark red blood fell on the stone the size of a pigeon's egg and soaked into it in an instant.

The stone that was originally as black as ink was nourished by the essence and blood, and instantly turned red, and turned into a red fire phoenix, fluttering its wings and flying high into the air with a loud cry.

Huofeng screamed and hovered over Wutong Valley for a week, then flew straight towards Feng Yuanjiu's forehead.

Seeing that Feng Yuanjiu wanted to hide, the one-armed fat monk hurriedly shouted: "Boy, stand still, there is a big chance!"

Feng Yuanjiu abruptly stopped the footsteps that were about to move, stayed in place, and looked up at the Huofeng who was rushing towards him.

Holding its long fire tail, the fire phoenix streaked across the blue sky, and pierced into the center of the eyebrows with scorching heat.

Without the expected burning pain, the fire phoenix melted into the sea of ​​consciousness and cleansed the primordial spirit, and it was as refreshing as a hot spring.

Feng Yuanjiu's primordial body was immersed in the red slurry, and became pure and solid at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the red slurry was completely absorbed, and Feng Yuanjiu's primordial body was already as solid as a solid.

The body of the primordial spirit opened its eyes in the sea of ​​consciousness, and Feng Yuanjiu also woke up from the samadhi.

Standing up, he walked towards the fat one-armed monk who was protecting him with Tu Chenglu: "Thank you, Elder, for protecting the law."

The fat one-armed monk waved his hand and said, "I have my own blood, so there is no need to be courteous."

Feng Yuanjiu got up, pondered for a while, and asked straight to the point: "The younger generation came back from the outside, and found that Qifeng Mountain was devastated, and all the people in the clan were missing. Can the elder explain the confusion for the younger generation?"

The one-armed fat monk sighed lightly, wrapped Feng Yuanjiu in his sleeves, and climbed onto the cloud head, heading towards the third sycamore tree to the west of the entrance to the Tianwei secret storehouse.

It wasn't until this time that Feng Yuanjiu knew that there was a hidden cave in Wutong Valley.

The elders guarding the secret library do not perch and practice on the sycamore tree, but meditate in the wooden state of mind inside the sycamore tree.

The wood state of mind is the space between the portable cave and the environment in which the inspiration is several times that of the outside world, but it is only based on the ancient wood of hundreds of millions of years, which cannot be moved, nor can the speed of time be adjusted.The fat one-armed monk brought Feng Yuanjiu into, which was obviously his usual practice place, but at this time, there was a commoner monk lying in the hut, occupying the only cloud bed.

The fat one-armed monk brought Feng Yuanjiu to the cloud bed.

Feng Yuanjiu looked intently at the monk on the cloud bed.

Taking a closer look, this monk looks quite similar to his second uncle Feng Xiangyu. If it weren't for the plain white coarse cloth robe, it would never be the clothes that the second uncle would wear, and Feng Yuanjiu would probably He thought this was his second uncle Feng Xiangyu.

Feng Yuanjiu measured it carefully again, and finally found a slight difference between this person and his second uncle: "This is?" First uncle Feng Jiyu?Or grandfather Feng Anlan?

The one-armed chubby monk quickly replaced the magic circle on the cloud bed with new spirit stones, and sat on the ground in front of the cloud bed: "This is the Patriarch."

There has always been only one Patriarch in the mouth of the elders of the Feng Clan—Feng Anlan.

This was the first time Feng Yuanjiu saw his legendary grandfather, but he couldn't believe that it was in such a situation that he met his sleeping grandfather.

Feng Yuanjiu felt both sad and happy, it was really complicated: "Grandpa, this is..."

The one-armed fat monk looked sad: "When he was seriously injured, he used the technique of phoenix nirvana, which hurt the original source. Originally, the heart of the true phoenix could be restored immediately, but the heart of the true phoenix that was originally stored in the secret storehouse was missing. , had to fall into a deep sleep for a while."

As he said that, the one-armed fat monk stared at Feng Yuanjiu with burning eyes, "Speaking of which, it seems that the heart of the real phoenix has been missing since you went to the secret vault."

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyebrows, thought about it, and found out from Qiankun bag the dark red dull stone that he got from the secret treasury that day and never understood its use: "But this one?"

The one-armed fat monk stood up and raised his hand to grab the stone in Feng Yuanjiu's palm: "Exactly! God bless my Feng family!"

Feng Yuanjiu clasped his palms together, clutching the stone and dodging to avoid the big hand of the one-armed fat monk's true essence, while blocking between the one-armed fat monk and the cloud bed.

Looking up, he saw that Tu Chenglu had turned into a prototype, blocking the retreat of the one-armed fat monk, Feng Yuanjiu asked unhurriedly: "My identity has been verified with the blood vein stone just now, but the identity of the elder has not been verified. However, the disciple is really not at ease."

The fat one-armed monk stood still, and lightly tapped the ground with a long crutch in his palm: "What do you want?"

"In troubled times, there is no big mistake in being more cautious." Feng Yuanjiu turned his palms and took out a black jade tablet, which was exactly the jade tablet given to him by Kang Xuanyi that day in the sea of ​​chaotic stars.

This jade card can not only protect him from all demons, but also distinguish whether others are infected by demons, and see all evil spirits.

Therefore, Feng Yuanjiu looked at the one-armed fat monk indifferently, and asked: "Please open your mind and let the disciple take a picture."

The fat one-armed monk stared at the jade tablet in Feng Yuanjiu's palm with an unsure expression.

"Or the elder really has a ghost in his heart, and he dare not let his disciples verify it." Feng Yuanjiu's mind moved slightly, and the five-stringed guqin appeared in his arms, as if to start playing if there was any disagreement.

"Let's see what tricks you can come up with." The one-armed fat monk snorted softly and opened his mind.

Feng Yuanjiu knew that this fat one-armed monk didn't pay attention to the jade tablet in his hand, and what he wanted was his contempt.

With a thought and a trick, the black jade tablet suddenly magnified and rotated.

The light and shadow from the jade tablet turned into a cage, suddenly enveloped the one-armed fat monk, and turned into an airtight net covering the one-armed fat monk, gradually penetrating into the bone marrow.

The one-armed fat monk showed a ferocious face, and the eyes of the dragon head on the long crutches became as black as ink.

Feng Yuanjiu frowned, his expression became serious: "Sixth brother, help me!"

Tu Chenglu let out a long whistle, and the cyan demon element separated from his body, turned into a long fox tail and curled towards the one-armed fat monk, interrupting the fat monk's attempt to escape into the cave in his palm.

Feng Yuan's ninety-finger gestures were as quick as lightning, and the black jade tablet dragged a jet-black figure out from the head of the one-armed fat monk.

The black figure was long and slender, with blurred features, Feng Yuanjiu looked familiar, but couldn't remember when he had seen it before.

The situation was urgent, Feng Yuanjiu didn't think about it, and directly captured the black shadow with the longevity lock.

The trick, the envoy's ink-colored jade tablet, did it again, this time with the cooperation of the one-armed fat monk, it was much easier.

After confirming that the evil in the body of the one-armed fat monk had been completely expelled, Feng Yuanjiu raised his hand and recalled the jade token: "Elder, I have offended you."

The one-armed fat monk looked even paler and weaker. He slumped on the ground and stuffed a handful of pills into his mouth. After a long time, he said, "Thanks to your ability, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. How can you offend me?"

Feng Yuanjiu spread out a piece of animal skin with a flick of his sleeve, and sat across from the one-armed fat monk: "This junior has a lot of doubts in his heart, may the elder explain it to me?"

The one-armed fat monk was silent for a moment, and said: "There is no such thing as a disaster, so I was caught off guard. Fortunately, after the magic circle is opened in Wutong Valley, only my Feng family can see it. Otherwise, even the Patriarch may be..."

Feng Yuanjiu also asked why Shandan Wutong Valley was not damaged at all, so it turned out to be like this: "What happened? Who did such a reckless act, and destroyed my Fengjia dojo?"

"Fifteen years ago, the young master who traveled abroad suddenly returned, and with him was a man wrapped in a black robe." The one-armed fat monk lowered his eyes and sighed softly, "Second young master sees that the young master has already achieved Dongxuan. , was very happy, and held a banquet to welcome him, how could he know that after a good cleansing banquet, the young master returned to Feng's house for a Shura field!"

The young master in this elder's mouth naturally refers to Feng Yuanjiu's little uncle, Feng Ruyu.

Feng Yuanjiu once met Feng Ruyu through the soul phoenix shadowing technique, and had a good impression of Feng Ruyu. Hearing this, he instinctively retorted: "Impossible!"

The author has something to say: Kang Xuanyi: I suspect that I am a tool man.

Feng Yuanjiu: Be confident, remove doubts.