I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

"Well, really." Kang Xuan said nonsense without changing his face, before Feng Yuanjiu continued to question, he grabbed the little devil who had swallowed the memories of the two Nascent Souls, and pressed his brain into Feng Yuanjiu's forehead.

Memories that didn't belong to him came flooding back.

A pair of teenagers supported each other and walked out of the mountain village. In order to survive, they joined the evil sect of the rivers and lakes.

They have worked as herb collectors and drug testers. Later, they had an adventure and entered the cave of a monk in the Qi refining period by mistake. They obtained an introductory method and learned the sense of Qi by accident. Since then, they have started their casual cultivation career .

After going through all sorts of hardships, he finally successfully entered the Nascent Soul Stage. By chance, he entered Feng's family, and discovered that they were the blood left by a monk from the Feng family's side line after a spring breeze in the mortal world.

The two brothers recognized their ancestors and returned to their ancestors, and since then they have relied on, their cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and both of them have achieved Dongxuan.

It’s just that there were unforeseen circumstances. A hundred years ago, the younger brother’s Taoist body was destroyed during a mission, and the Nascent Soul was almost collapsed.

Since then, the elder brother has been in the devil, and he used the magic secret technique to forcefully bind the younger brother's Nascent Soul and put it in a box made of soul-nourishing wood to nourish the Nascent Soul. He also made a deal with a mysterious person wrapped in thick fog—he helped The mysterious man went into the secret storehouse of Feng's family to get Tianfeng's heart, and the mysterious man helped him subdue Feng Anlan for his younger brother to seize the house.

The mysterious man kept his promise and followed Feng Ruyu to Feng's house.

Feng Ruyu stabbed Feng Anlan unexpectedly, and a mysterious person appeared, forcing Feng Anlan to be forced into Tianfeng's Nirvana, and fled into Wutong Valley in order to recover the injury immediately with the help of Tianfeng's heart.

Unexpectedly, he was tricked by the guarding elders.

It's just that the "fat" elder never expected that the mysterious person would take away all the hearts of Tianfeng, nor did he expect that Feng Anlan would have the strength to cut off his arm even if the oil was exhausted.

Feng Yuanjiu read the memory of the "fat" elder, and the doubts in his heart were answered, but new doubts arose.

Unceremoniously sacrificed the essence of the two Nascent Souls to Qin Po, and allowed Qin Po to break through layers of restrictions on its own, Feng Yuanjiu gathered in the sea of ​​consciousness the mysterious man in black robe in the impression of the "fat" elder, and asked Kang Xuan One: "Uncle Kang, have you seen this person before?"

Kang Xuan carefully looked at the phantom in front of him, his eyes stayed on the beauty groove on the man's chin for a moment, and then slid over the intricate patterns on the collar and cuffs of the black robe, with thoughts hidden in his eyes, he shook his head: "I have never seen it before."

Feng Yuanjiu frowned lightly, flicked his sleeves to disperse the phantom of the mysterious man, raised his eyes, and looked at Kang Xuanyi quietly.

Kang Xuanyi deliberately couldn't understand the deep meaning in Feng Yuanjiu's eyes, and the corners of his lips pulled out a smile that was not a smile, teasing Feng Yuanjiu: "I can't enter this secret place of the Feng family, you are now trapped in the Suoyuan Formation I can’t get out, but I have to be a Cowherd and Weaver Girl for an unknown number of years. Of course, the prerequisite for being able to be a Cowherd and Weaver Girl is that there is no second elder who has become enchanted in the Feng family’s secret place.”

Of course not, after the "fat" elder got into a demon, for the convenience of doing things, he had already counted and killed all the other elders.

Feng Yuanjiu was silent for a moment, then snorted softly: "Uncle Kang's primordial spirit is separated from the body, I'm afraid it's not that easy, so I won't leave Master Uncle entangled in my sea of ​​consciousness."

"Ah!"

Kang Xuan gave a low laugh, and told Feng Yuanjiu solemnly, "Don't act impulsively again, and wait for me to save you."

Feng Yuanjiu shook his head: "Now Wutong Valley is the last pure land of the Feng family, master, hold your hand high!"

Kang Xuanyi tapped Feng Yuanjiu's forehead with his fingertips: "Do you have a conscience?"

Feng Yuanjiu's expression changed, he stood up, saluted respectfully, and spoke solemnly: "Please trouble Master Kang to condescend to come down to the disciple's Sea of ​​Consciousness, and save the disciple from danger. The disciple is very sorry, and I dare not work with Master Kang to teach him. Please also ask Master Kang to wait outside the valley for a few days, the disciples will go out of the valley to meet Uncle Kang."

Kang Xuan shook his head, took a step forward, pinched Feng Yuanjiu's chin, and warned ambiguously: "If you dare to do things that destroy your foundation, don't blame me for punishing you!"

Feng Yuanjiu was still obedient to his disciple's duty: "Master, don't worry, my disciple's ambition is to live forever, and he will definitely not destroy his way to immortality."

Kang Xuan snorted lightly: "That's not necessarily the case."

Feng Yuanjiu was speechless. Just now, he wanted to damage his soul to compete with the "fat" elder brother's Yuanying, which was still lingering.

Kang Xuan stroked Feng Yuanjiu's tightly pursed lips with his fingertips, leaving a look of "disobedient, I must make you look good", Shi Shiran withdrew from Feng Yuanjiu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Watching Kang Xuanyi's figure disappear in the sea of ​​consciousness, Feng Yuanjiu tried to return to his body with his mind, however, it seemed that there was an invisible barrier blocking the sea of ​​consciousness, stopping him back to the sea of ​​consciousness every time.

The stronger his thoughts of leaving, the stronger the blocking power of that barrier.

Feng Yuanjiu tried a few times, but he didn't dare to try again - the body of the primordial spirit was shaken to the point of collapsing, but fortunately, a gentle force came from the soul of the piano in time, helping him restore the body of the primordial spirit dark wounds.

Feng Yuanjiu breathed a sigh of relief, and communicated with Tu Chenglu through the Master-Slave Spirit Deed - Sixth Brother.

Tu Chenglu's voice was a little weak, but the annoyance in his tone was very intense - it's better not to call me Sixth Brother, now when you call me Sixth Brother, my heart trembles, afraid of being tricked by you!

Feng Yuanjiu knew that this "old vixen" was angry at him for directly driving his primordial spirit out of the Sea of ​​Consciousness just now, so he bent the corner of his lower lip imperceptibly, and said on purpose - since that's the case, Sixth Brother will return to Wanzhangqing Come on!I will break the contract between the two of us and give you back your freedom.

Tu Chenglu was furious - stop!I said that I will ask about longevity with you, so I won't give up halfway because you don't have a conscience!Said, how can I do coolie this time?

Feng Yuanjiu chuckled, stroked his chin and pondered for a while—please trouble Sixth Brother to move this cottage out of Wutong Valley and hand it over to Kang Xuanyi.

Painted into Lu's hair - that devil boy!

Feng Yuanjiu said calmly——If you don't ask for that devil boy, I will have to be locked in the Taoist body together with my grandfather by the Qiyao Yuansuo Formation in this life, and the rest of my life will be ended.

Tu Chenglu's momentum weakened - I can take the thatched cottage back to Wanzhang Qingqiu.

Feng Yuanjiu flatly refused - no need, just do as I tell you.

In the hut, outside the Qiyao Suoyuan Formation, Tu Chenglu, who was carved in pink and jade, puffed up his face for a while, and finally walked out of the hut, transformed into the real body of a ten-foot-long six-tailed fox.

Outside Wutong Valley, Kang Xuan returned to his body, but the face of the demon body was paler than before, and there seemed to be magic patterns on the collar of the magic robe around his neck.

Kang Xuanyi silently recited the "Heart Sutra of Tranquility, Calmness, Qi, Righteousness, and Elimination of Desires" bestowed on him by the Nine Biography of Feng Yuan, and the magic lines that climbed up his neck slowly retracted into his collar.

Wiping the blood from the corners of his lips with his fingertips, he swallowed three pitch-black pills one after another, and sat in meditation for three hours before his paper-pale face regained a bit of rosiness.

Withdrawing the great array of gods and demons in the twelve capitals, Kang Xuan held the pitch-black ancient pool magic weapon in his palm and looked at the place where Feng Yuanjiu's figure had disappeared before. bottomless abyss.

If it is as expected, it should be the ancestral land of the Feng family.

Kang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a while, grabbed dozens of demon heads from the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, and threw them to the place where Feng Yuanjiu's figure disappeared.

Without the flickering of the brilliance, without the appearance of the mask, the dozens of demon heads disappeared without a sound, as if they had never appeared before, without disturbing even a single wave of inspiration.

"Sure enough!" Sure enough, it was the number of Taixuan Twelve Arrays.

In the land of Kyushu, there are twelve formations of Taixuan, which are owned by twelve families of cultivation.

It is rumored that the twelve formations of Taixuan can be traced back to the ancient times. No one knows who made these twelve formations, but they only know that these twelve formations have protected the ancestral lands of twelve cultivation families for hundreds of millions of years.

For hundreds of millions of years, sects have experienced ups and downs, but because of the protection of these twelve magic circles, the twelve cultivation families have survived disasters again and again, and the family blood has never been truly cut off.

This can be difficult.

As a descendant of the Kang family who is the head of the Twelve Cultivation Clans, Kang Xuanyi is very clear about the power of the Taixuan Twelve Arrays - even if the venerable saints come here, they are not of the blood of the Feng family, so don't even think about stepping into the Dharma. within the array.

No matter how confident Kang Xuanyi is, it is impossible for him to feel that his current level of half-stepping into the cave is comparable to that of the holy.

So he had to give up his plan of breaking into the valley to save people, and for the time being believed that his beauty under the moon really had a way to come out.

After all, there is no danger in Guzhong. Being locked up by the Qiyao Locking Yuanzhen, he can just think carefully about his past and see if he will be as reckless as this time in the future.

Kang Xuan had lingering anger in his heart, and he wanted to teach Feng Yuanjiu a lesson, but he also thought about it. If Feng Yuanjiu could not come out of the formation in a month, he would ask Qin Changsheng to take Feng Yuanjiu out of the formation. The cousin sent over to join the battle to save people.

Having made up his mind, Kang Xuan threw the ancient pool magic weapon in his hand to the open space, leaning on a golden-crowned sycamore, sitting beside the pitch-black ancient pool with a radius of one foot, drinking the immortal wine, refining the demon head, staring at Wutong Valley, waiting for news from Feng Yuanjiu.

From sunrise to moonset, Kang Xuan drank up two gourds of immortal wine, and was about to fly a paper crane to Qin Changsheng, when ripples suddenly appeared in the peaceful and beautiful golden sycamore valley in front of him.

Kang Xuan received the Ten Thousand Devils Nest one by one, stood up, stared at Tanaka with burning eyes, held the hand of the wine gourd, the back of the hand slowly bulged with veins.