I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

The black robe has three layers of interlocking collars, wide sleeves and wide robes. The golden lace at the collar and cuffs of the robe seems to have fish swimming in it. While strolling in the garden, the hem of the clothes that drags the floor seems to be rippling.

The end is that the dusty appearance and the aura of wealth are inseparable.

The wide black jade belt with countless golden threads floating around gave out a male dog's waist, hidden under the hazy cloud-shrouded blouse, looming and provocative.

Feng Yuanjiu's eyes turned around on that waist, and moved to that face with clear eyebrows. Looking at the face with a fairy face in memory, he wanted to turn his head and walk away, but the man's gaze was gone. It fell on him.

Feeling an ominous premonition of being stared at by monsters suddenly in his heart, Feng Yuanjiu stopped, scratching the little fox's jaw with his fingertips, his mind turned sharply, and he quickly thought about the countermeasures.

The man got closer and closer, and the cool aura like a cold pool on his body gradually eroded the fragrance of grass and trees in Feng Yuanjiu's nose from far to near. It was supposed to be a refreshing and pleasant breath. Sweat dripped out of his face unconsciously, fearing that this apprentice would be captivated again by a whim.

This is Wenxian Town, the most disordered place at the foot of the most orderly sect.

Even if that person kidnaps him here, no one will ask the first half of it.

Feng Yuanjiu stared at the man expressionlessly, the wood chip that his grandfather gave him was already held in his palm.To his surprise, the apprentice only turned his eyes around his face, and then moved to the booth not far from him.

As if the Yuntai Zhiguo at the booth deserved more attention from the apprentice than him, Feng Yuanjiu heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time became a little bit annoyed——the apprentice did not look sideways The way he brushed past him with ease made him look a bit like a clown when he was facing a big enemy.

Seeing that Deng Tuzi took away the five purple Yuntai Zhiguo from the booth with a lot of money, and then strolled to another stall with Yuntai Zhiguo, Feng Yuanjiu moved around without a trace, a little stiff legs, turned around and walked out of Wenxian Town—there are vicious wolves in the town, it would be better for him to take the entry test on Wenwen Peak first.

The moment he stepped out of Wenxian Town, Feng Yuanjiu suddenly heard a low and frivolous laugh: "Beauty, don't come here without any problems."

Feng Yuanjiu: "..." Suddenly, I really want to raise my sword and chop the gangster!

But the Deng Tuzi who was able to transmit the sound from Fangshi to the edge of the town, at least he has the cultivation level of the Jindan stage, and he is not able to cut it.

Feng Yuanjiu quickened his pace without any trace, and quickly walked out of Wenxian Town.

The mountains and rivers are so good to meet each other, maybe Er'er will be able to turn around when we meet next time, so I will slash him with my sword.

Then again, what is he, an old monster at least in the Jindan stage, who came here to buy so many Yuntai Zhiguo!

Yuntai Zhiguo is a unique spiritual plant in Yuntai Mountains. It is red for a hundred years, purple for a thousand years, and black for ten thousand years.

The thousand-year-old Zhiguo collected by Deng Tuzi is one of the three main ingredients for refining the foundation pill. Feng Yuanjiu randomly speculated in his mind who prepared the Zhiguo for that fellow, and guessed it from the furnace to the lover. all over.

Wenxian Town is close to the foot of Wenwen Peak Mountain. Feng Yuanjiu walked out of Wenxian Town for less than a quarter of an hour before he saw a rag flag with four big characters "Spiritual Root Test" standing beside the tea stall. Zhang's broken leg fluttered in the wind beside the table.

At that time, a young man dressed in coarse cloth and shorts was testing the spirit root.

Feng Yuanjiu stopped to tidy up the robes that were not messy, and when the young man walked towards Wenxian Town with a face full of disappointment, he walked forward unhurriedly, facing the three-legged The fat Taoist priest with a goatee who was drinking tea at the table in front of him made a speech: "Elder, please test your aptitude."

The fat Taoist took a sip of tea slowly with a thick porcelain tureen, and tasted it for a while with his eyes closed, as if he tasted the tea from the mountains and wilds like fairy tea, then he raised his eyelids and took a look at Feng Yuanjiu , Stretched out two fat fingers on the Fengyuan Jiumai gate, and slowly pinched the pulse detection seal.

After a while, the fat Taoist said indifferently: "Miscellaneous spirit roots, fire, wood, and water are relatively stronger, such aptitude..." The fat Taoist paused, glanced at Feng Yuanjiu's attire, and immediately Shaking his head and sighing softly, "Why come to Taiqing, it's better to stay in the clan and practice well, and find a reincarnation to re-cultivate."

What this Taoist priest said is an old-fashioned opinion. Most of the people who rely on the land of Kyushu and have poor qualifications choose this way. If Feng Yuanjiu's previous life spirit had not awakened, he would probably choose this way.

Now that the primordial spirit of the previous life has been awakened and has experienced three hundred years of hard work in the previous life, how could Feng Yuanjiu be willing to give up just to seek the unknown fate in the next life?

Feng Yuanjiu bowed respectfully to the fat Taoist priest, and sincerely said: "Thanks to the elder for his kind guidance, the boy is very grateful. But the boy came here through mountains and rivers, and he would always be unwilling to try his luck on the road of asking his heart. I hope the elder will help you." Complete."

The fat Taoist didn't say much when he heard the words, he grabbed the flag with seven or eight holes and pointed at Wendao Peak, and in front of the green peak hidden among the clouds and mist, there appeared an endless gut trail to come.

Feng Yuanjiu bowed again to the fat Taoist priest to show his thanks, and stepped onto the path without looking back.

The Taiqing sent into the mountain to test and ask the heart.

Ask if your heart to the Tao is firm, and ask if your heart to hold yourself is upright.

If you stick to the truth with the heart of the Tao, then the Mission Rock on the top of Wendao Peak is just around the corner;

Feng Yuanjiu has practiced Taoism for more than three hundred years, and his heart of asking questions has never wavered, and he has always held himself upright. Therefore, the moment he stepped on the road of asking his heart, the hazy path that seemed to have no end turned into bluestone in an instant The paved Kangzhuang Avenue is flat, and the Mission Rock is within arm's reach of him.

On the top of the peak, the six monks in the gazebo surrounded the water mirror on the stone table to see what was going on in their minds, and unanimously put down the spirit tea fairy brew in their palms.

The middle-aged Taoist priest, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, pinched his fingers and said: "This son has a predestined relationship with my concept of morality, so he should join my concept of cultivation."

His appearance surpassed that of Pan An's, Feng Yi's rather elegant male Taoist shook his head: "Senior Brother Zhu is wrong! Judging by his appearance, he should be my disciple of Mingdeguan."

The benevolent old Taoist priest shook his head: "You two younger brothers, this child Wuchen asked with all his heart, so he should be my disciple who has been sitting and forgetting to watch."

The boy, who was less than five feet tall, had a crisp voice, but his temper was fiery and direct: "You three senior brothers, don't fight me, I'm determined to cultivate morality!"

Kun Dao, with a little red plum on his forehead, shook his head and sighed softly, and persuaded with a flick of his whisk: "Why do you brothers do this? No matter which temple you enter to practice, after the foundation is established, you will still go to the Ninth Inner Courtyard?"

The boy rolled his eyes: "Junior sisters are all female cultivators, so naturally they can speak beautifully!"

Taoist Pan, the master of Mingde temple, said with a smile: "Before the establishment of the foundation, there are still a lot of years that can be pleasing to the eye."

Kun Dao was speechless: "Those proud sons of heaven don't need a lot of time to build their foundations. Besides, did you brothers forget that there is already a conclusion about the whereabouts of Feng's son?"

The boy choked for a moment, and stared angrily at the Xiangfeng dark pattern on Feng Yuanjiu's neckline in the water mirror.

The four Taoist priests who had been fighting fiercely before shut up instantly, and squinted at the blindfolded Taoist priest who was sitting in the wheelchair without saying a word.

Under the watchful eyes of the four brothers, the Taoist priest who was blindfolded with a blue ribbon slowly picked up the teacup at hand, and raised his glass to them: "Accepted."

Naturally, Feng Yuanjiu didn't know that because of his mixed spiritual roots, he had already been robbed by four viewers because of his firmness of mind, and he didn't know that his whereabouts as a descendant of the Feng family had already been determined.

At this time, he looked at the Mission Rock which was an arm's length away, and he was unable to take this step. It wasn't because he didn't want to, but because a passing by in Xianzhen Town and a sound transmission from his spiritual consciousness made him feel as if he was being trapped. As if a demon had been planted invisibly, Deng Tuzi's upright face was always dangling in front of his eyes, and the unique cool breath in his breath seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, which hurt him at all. Unable to move forward quietly.

Feng Yuanjiu knew that this was an illusion created by Wen Xinlu based on his omissions in his state of mind, and it was not difficult to break the illusion, but what made him frown was that the hole in his state of mind turned out to be Deng Tuzi's face, which is simply ridiculous!

Feng Yuanjiu was suspicious of Wen Xinlu in his heart, and the Mission Rock, which was close at hand, suddenly moved away.

Feng Yuanjiu looked at the Mission Rock dozens of feet away, sat cross-legged on the bluestone road, and silently recited the "Taishang Laojun's Quiet Heart Sutra".

The scriptures were recited silently over and over again, and Dengtuzi's aesthetically pleasing face gradually became hazy and finally disappeared.

Feng Yuanjiu's heart is as calm as water, and the Bodao Rock, which was originally far away, floats along the lingering clouds and mist, enveloping the beautiful figure sitting on the bluestone road and practicing, possessing the beauty of Shen Lang.

On the way to Wendao, the young man who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed disappeared, and appeared in the square in front of the gazebo on the top of Wendao Peak in an instant.

Here, Feng Yuanjiu didn't notice anything.

It wasn't until after silently reciting the Qingjing Heart Sutra again and again, and smelling the aroma of spiritual tea that was not on the road of Wendao, that he slightly twitched his nose, sniffed the aroma of tea and opened his eyes.

Seeing the six monks with dignified expressions, Feng Yuanjiu got up quickly but gracefully, and bowed in the direction of the pavilion: "Disciple Feng Yuanjiu pays homage to all the temple masters."

The Tong surnamed Tongzi of the Cultivation of Virtue Temple tried his best to put on a serious face, and asked, "What kind of spiritual root did Senior Brother Qian say you are at the foot of the mountain?"

Feng Yuanjiu lowered his eyes, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Elder Qian at the foot of the mountain said that the disciple has mixed spiritual roots, and the three elements of fire, wood, and water are slightly thicker."

The top of the mountain was silent for a moment, and the four priests, who were originally stunned because they missed the disciple with excellent temperament, relaxed for a moment, and glanced at the blindfolded monk in the wheelchair without any trace.

The master of Kun Dao in the quiet self-concept took a look at Feng Yuanjiu who looked calm, and asked the blindfolded monk softly, "Brother, do you have something to admonish?"

The blindfolded monk shook his head slightly, and said to Feng Yuanjiu: "I am the Master Meng Yan who observes with a clear mind. From now on, you will practice with me in the meditation with a clear mind. If you have no doubts, follow the boy to return to the meditation first." strike."

Feng Yuanjiu nodded respectfully: "I would like to abide by the decree of the Master Guan."