I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Feng Yuanjiu moved his thoughts, and a portal appeared on the magic circle: "Uncle Yan, please."

The person blocking the way is none other than Yan Xiuyuan, a righteous man.

Yan Xiuyuan walked through the portal in a plain robe and walked into the cloud boat.

I haven't seen him in nearly a hundred years, but Yan Xiuyuan is still as clear and elegant as when I first saw him, standing in the long river of history, like a fairy in a book, like a god in ink.

In the long river of bright history, scrolls of history are written in Xingxingfei white script. From ancient times to the present, the figures of famous saints and powerful figures have appeared and passed away one by one, adding countless mysteries to Yan Xiuyuan's long history.

Without asking Feng Yuanjiu, Yan Xiuyuan boarded the cloud bed by himself, and sat opposite Kang Xuanyi and Feng Yuanjiu.

Feng Yuanjiu held the pot and poured tea for Yan Xiuyuan, saying, "Congratulations to Uncle Yan for his achievement of Dongxuan."

Yan Xiuyuan pointed at Bai Yu's case twice, his warm eyes turned around Kang Xuanyi and Feng Yuanjiu, and landed on the overlapping robes of the two, he toasted: "Congratulations."

Feng Yuanjiu raised his glass and drank a cup of spiritual tea with him.

Kang Xuan took a sip of the fine wine slowly, raised his eyebrows and asked Yan Xiuyuan with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a long time, how did brother Yan Dao start the business of cutting diameters?"

Yan Xiuyuan chuckled lightly: "Perhaps you, the holy son of the demon sect, has your finger on the head disciple of the Taiqing, so don't you allow me to stop Nephew Feng's Yunchuan boat and buy yourself a chance to meet?"

Feng Yuanjiu: "..."

What Yan Xiuyuan said was too ambiguous, and Feng Yuanjiu unexpectedly remembered what his cheap father said when he taught him to be a scumbag online.

I can't bear to think about it!

The people around him are filled with magic, and the chaotic world is full of wind and clouds.

Feng Yuanjiu raised his hand to cover Kang Xuanyi's, and before he made a move, he said, "Please don't make such ambiguous jokes again, Master Yan."

Yan Xiuyuan's eyes fell on the overlapping hands of the two, there was no sadness in his warm eyes, not even loneliness.

Feng Yuanjiu knew that Yan Xiuyuan's words were probably intended to anger Kang Xuanyi, but he didn't know what kind of hobby it was.

Kang Xuan held Feng Yuanjiu's hand behind his back, squinted his eyes and looked at Yan Xiuyuan, smiled lowly, and said irrelevantly: "Gui Haichen Xing also survived the catastrophe of Dongxuan."

Yan Xiuyuan raised his eyes to look at Kang Xuanyi, his eyes became a little pale.

Kang Xuan waved the wine gourd, and continued leisurely: "I just don't know if I have succeeded in crossing the tribulation."

Yan Xiuyuan stared at Kang Xuanyi for a moment, turned the teacup filled with spirit tea, and chuckled: "I heard that Nephew Feng succeeded Senior Brother Qin and became the head of the Taiqing. I don't know if Senior Brother Qin knows that you have ulterior motives for his lover."

Kang Xuan snorted and said, "Don't bother Daoist Yan, Senior Brother Qin is not a layman who sticks to his sect's opinion and believes that humans and devils are incompatible." This is a reflection of Confucianism's attitude towards demons and demons.

Yan Xiuyuan took a sip of spiritual tea slowly, and said, "But I don't know what Baili Shangzun and the twelve elders of Taiqing think about this matter."

Kang Xuan took a sip of Immortal Brew: "That's right, I don't know what Master Yan thinks about the love between monsters."

Feng Yuanjiu: "..."

Feng Yuanjiu finally understood that Yan Xiuyuan and Kang Xuanyi were sitting together and hurting each other to their heart's content!

"Uncle Yan..." Before Yan Xiuyuan continued to "make moves", Feng Yuanjiu spoke first, "You knocked on the line to invite me, but do you have something important?"

Yan Xiuyuan and Kang Xuanyi simply had a disagreement in their aura, and when they sat together, a fight would be inevitable.

Seeing that Feng Yuanjiu asked about business matters, Yan Xiuyuan was also lazy and continued to grind his teeth with Kang Xuanyi, put down the teacup, and drew a map of Kyushu in the air with a pen: "It's not an important matter. Recently, there have been frequent stories in Kyushu. Martial nephew Bao Chuan wanted to have a detailed discussion with Feng Martial Nephew Bingzhu to exchange information."

Feng Yuanjiu looked at the appearance of the Kyushu landform in the sky, and said apologetically, "I have been lingering on Qifeng Mountain since I went down the mountain. I have not entered the city since I left Qifeng Mountain. I am afraid that there is no useful news for Master Yan. I want to disappoint Master Yan. gone."

Yan Xiuyuan chuckled lightly, laughing at Feng Yuanjiu's sincerity.

Kang Xuan squeezed the pulp of Feng Yuanjiu's little finger, and smiled lowly: "Brother Yan Dao may have known something important, and it may have something to do with you. I am afraid that you will go in without knowing when you meet him, and suffer a secret loss. This is here to remind you."

"Only Daoist Kang is a smart person in the world." Routinely mocking Kang Xuan, Yan Xiuyuan pointed to the mountains, rivers and rivers on the topographic map of Kyushu one by one, "Do you know which ashram these are?"

Feng Yuanjiu said calmly, "I only know Qifeng Mountain." Kang Xuan smiled lowly, laughing at Feng Yuanjiu's lack of common sense.

After laughing, I got Feng Yuanjiu's "ice-cold gaze" as I wished, and then I slowly explained Feng Yuanjiu's doubts: "The Feng family in Qifeng City, the Bu family with a hundred thousand green mountains, the Wei family with ten thousand hectares of blue sea, the Zhang family in Heifengling, Xiaoqingqiu Yao's family, Guanhai Academy Fang's family..."

After finishing speaking, Kang Xuan looked at Yan Xiuyuan: "What happened to these aristocratic families?"

Yan Xiuyuan nodded: "Not only these six families, but also countless small and medium schools of Xuan, Mo, and Confucianism, as well as the three demon tribes of ape, rat, and bear."

Feng Yuanjiu and Kang Xuan looked at each other, their expressions became solemn.

Yan Xiuyuan looked at Kang Xuanyi and Feng Yuanjiu thoughtfully.

Kang Xuan raised his eyebrows, and urged: "Brother Yan Dao, don't be so tight-lipped, and speak quickly!"

"Now there is a rumor in Kyushu..." Yan Xiuyuan pondered for a while, as if thinking about his words, "The same figure appeared in the exterminated family, sect and demon tribe."

Feng Yuanjiu secretly thought something was wrong.

Yan Xiuyuan really said: "Everyone says that man has a beautiful face, very much like Feng Miaoge, the fairy Luoxia of the Taiqing Dynasty."

There is some discrepancy with expectations.

However, his mother entered the historic site and her whereabouts are still unknown.

Reminiscent of what happened to Feng's family earlier, Feng Yuanjiu reckoned that the rumored "Luoxia Fairy Feng Miaoge" was probably the little uncle of his lady-dressing tycoon.

But there is a contingency in everything, what if it is really his mother?

Feng Yuanjiu frowned slightly: "Master Yan, do you have any other news? About that Luoxia Fairy, Feng Miaoge."

Yan Xiuyuan shook his head: "It's strange to say that there has been no news of Fairy Luoxia in the past 50 years. Occasionally, the family has been destroyed and no one has seen Fairy Luoxia. It seems to be..." Yan Xiuyuan stared at her. Looking at Feng Yuanjiu, he said slowly, "Since the Feng clan in Qifeng Mountain was destroyed, no one has seen Fairy Luoxia again."

Feng Yuanjiu had an idea in his mind - it seemed that "Fairy Luoxia" was his little uncle who was made into a puppet. "Fairy Luoxia" disappeared, nine times out of ten it was because the little uncle was restrained by his grandfather and temporarily got rid of Feng Li's driving.

But these are all the secrets of the Feng family, so naturally they cannot tell outsiders.

Feng Yuan looked at Yan Xiuyuan nine times, and said calmly: "If it is my mother, the Feng family will not be destroyed. The rumored Fairy Luoxia must be pretended by someone else."

Yan Xiuyuan didn't comment, and directly changed the subject with a smile: "Nephew Feng and Fellow Daoist Kang are heading north together, but are you going to join in the fun at the grand event in the world?"

Since time travelling, Feng Yuanjiu has been either in retreat or in a secret realm, practicing with all her heart, and her ears never ask about things outside the window, so naturally she doesn't know what is a grand event in the world.

In order not to say something wrong, Feng Yuanjiu simply kept silent.

Kang Xuan glanced at Feng Yuanjiu's pretending appearance from the corner of his eye, and said with a smile, "Exactly."

Feng Yuanjiu looked sideways at Kang Xuanyi—a great event in the world?

Kang Xuanyi pinched Feng Yuanjiu's little finger, and squeezed it lightly——the four cities of Yinghai, Hanhai, Canghai, and Tenghai jointly hold a rare event every ten years.These four cities are all on the inland coast, facing the Beiming Continent across the sea.

Feng Yuanjiu realized that Kang Xuanyi took advantage of the situation to find an excuse for him to go to the North Ming Continent.

Sure enough, Kang Xuan raised the wine gourd to signal to Yan Xiuyuan, and then asked, "Brother Yan Dao, do you know which city this year's grand event is in?"

Yan Xiuyuan picked up the teacup, took a sip of the spirit tea slowly, and asked with a smile, "Canghai City, do you want to go together?"

Kang Xuan grabbed Feng Yuanjiu's hand, crossed his fingers, and waved in front of Yan Xiuyuan's eyes: "Brother Yan Dao thinks it's appropriate to go together?"

Yan Xiuyuan turned a blind eye to the hands that were clasped together, and said calmly: "Nowadays, the mainland of Kyushu is very chaotic, and demons, demons, xuans, and Confucians are already in a mess. I think it's suitable for us to go together, and we should have someone to help us along the way."

After Yan Xiuyuan said this, Kang Xuanyi wanted to say something more, Feng Yuanjiu couldn't let him talk nonsense.

Not to mention Yan Xiuyuan's care for him in the secret realm before, just say that Xuan and Confucianism have always been in the same breath. Lost Yan Xiuyuan's face.

The matter of the three of them walking together was thus settled.

Feng Yuanjiu's cultivation level is not what it used to be, and the speed of the cloud-piercing boat is several times faster than before.

Feng Yuanjiu, Kang Xuanyi, Yan Xiuyuan, and Tu Chenglu who was released by Feng Yuanjiu from Fengtai, the four of them sat and discussed, and within two months, Canghai City was within sight.

The grand event of the four seas is about to begin, making the already prosperous Canghai City a place where monks gather.

From afar, you can see all kinds of lights and treasure boats landing near Canghai City.

Tu Chenglu turned into a little fox and jumped onto Feng Yuanjiu's shoulders. Feng Yuanjiu, Kang Xuanyi, and Yan Xiuyuan got off the cloud-piercing boat. Just as they were about to take each other into the city, they saw waves rolling in the sky in the distant sea. Time flows in the long river, even with the help of the breeze, it is finally submerged in a thick black mist.

The sleeping blood-colored phoenix spread its wings on its wrists suddenly, Feng Yuanjiu's expression froze, and the galaxy was born under his feet, and he stepped away towards the direction where the vision was rising.