I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

On both sides of the square, forty boys in gray clothes were separated.

After Meng Yan finished speaking, a round-eyed boy came out and bowed to Feng Yuanjiu: "Master, please come with the boy."

Feng Yuanjiu nodded slightly, and followed the boy to the edge of the square.

The seven peaks of Sitting Forgetfulness, Quietness, Mingxin, Mingde, Cultivation of Virtue, Shoude and Wendao form a Big Dipper formation and stand among the lofty mountains. .

The boy's meager cultivation is obviously not enough to take him to the sky, Feng Yuanjiu put his hands behind his hands and waited for the boy to release the manned airship, but unexpectedly the boy in gray transformed into a Zhang long sharp beaked bird of prey.

The raptor leaned down and let out a low cry, the voice was as cold and hard as steel.

Feng Yuanjiu regained his senses from the shock, stepped on the back of the bird, sat cross-legged, hugged the little fox in his arms, and squeezed a trick to stabilize his figure: "Please walk instead."

The bird of prey gave a long cry, vibrating Yu Chang's wings, and flew straight towards Yunxiao.

Above the clouds, a biting cold wind was blowing, Feng Yuanjiu looked up at the sky and overlooked the sea of ​​clouds with his real essence protecting his eyes.

Wenwen Peak is at the Yaoguang position, and Mingxin Peak is at the Tianxuan position, nearly ten thousand miles apart, this bird of prey carried Feng Yuanjiu on its back, but reached the peak of Mingxin Peak after flapping its wings several times.

When the raptor got on and off its back, Feng Yuanjiu couldn't help but reached out and touched the fluff on the raptor's neck, feeling really fond of it.

The bird of prey fluttered its wings, and changed back into the shape of a boy with round eyes, its cheeks became pink, a little more cute than before.

Feng Yuanjiu touched a low-grade spirit stone from the Qiankun bag on his waist and gave it to the little boy. The little boy said with a smile, "Thank you for the reward, master. The boy's name is 27. He usually travels for the masters between several peaks. If you need it, just do it." Just click on it and that's it."

Feng Yuanjiu followed the boy's finger and glanced at the Tongqin on the edge of the cliff, and nodded.

The little boy bowed politely, and said: "Master, walk along this bluestone road to the end and you will see the Mingxin Temple. The temple is the place where you master practice. You are not allowed to enter, so I will take my leave first."

It has long been heard that the Taiqing School often uses Kaizhi Lingdan to enlighten some docile low-level monsters for the disciples of low-level disciples to travel. Only after seeing it with my own eyes can I understand why Zhuang Bo said that this is the style and style of Dongqing's first Taoist sect. The bottom line.

Not to mention the value of this elixir of wisdom, but these birds of prey are not easily caught by small sects. Occasionally, three or two are caught as rewards for proud disciples. How can they be like Taiqing? It's just that the low-level disciples who have just started in the Outer Six Views have so many raptors to travel.

Seeing the background of Dongqing's No. [-] Taoist sect, Feng Yuanjiu looked at the majestic temple on the top of the peak, and his desire to be the first of the six temples was even stronger than before.

Mingxin Guanyin is hidden in the depths of a laurel forest, Feng Yuanjiu walked along the bluestone road, the osmanthus flowers that were in full bloom seemed to be unable to withstand their gorgeous appearance, golden flowers fell all over their shoulders.

The little fox sneezed, shook the flowers on his body, and stretched out his paws to help Feng Yuanjiu brush off a few broken petals among the green silk.

Feng Yuanjiu pinched a clean clothes spell, swept away the fallen flowers on his body, and told the little fox through the Yuanshen contract before entering the Mingxin Temple: "There are many people in the temple, you need to restrain yourself."

The little fox covered the little pirate's turban with both front paws, and nodded desperately.

The huge palace was quiet, except for an eight or nine-year-old blue-clothed boy who sat on the threshold and took a nap. His free-spirited posture just blocked the way to enter the temple.

Feng Yuanjiu stopped, looked at the pink and jade-carved boy for a while, and then said: "Ordinary people take three breaths, brother breathes once, the whole time of tea, brother's breathing rate is the same, it hasn't changed at all. Even in a dream You can also do meditation and breathing, the senior brother really has the talent of the sky, the junior brother really admires it."

The little boy who was sleeping soundly burst into laughter, jumped up and shouted to the empty and quiet atrium, "This round is not counted!"

The young boy with a face full of anger, with golden osmanthus flowers dotted on his head, jumped down from the laurel tree more than three feet high in the courtyard, lazily shaking the color cup in his hand, and gave the boy a white look: "If you lose, you will lose!" Shameless, do you still have the slightest sense of being the chief disciple of Mingyue Temple?"

Hearing that this little boy was actually the head of the Mingxin Temple, Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyebrows without a trace, and quietly released the divine consciousness comparable to that of a monk in the Foundation Establishment period, and looked at the little boy carefully—the ninth level of Qi Refining Consummation is only one step away from foundation establishment.

From this point of view, if he wants to fight for the first place, he will not meet this little boy.

Unobtrusively grabbing a wisp of the little boy's aura and secretly acting as a secret, the little boy really has nothing to do with him.Feng Yuanjiu calmed down, turned into a quiet and handsome man, and watched the little boy argue with that naughty boy, and collected useful information for him from their words——

That ruffian boy is Ding Lingshu, the first disciple of Xiude Temple, he should be of the blood of the Ding family of the Twelve Immortal Cultivators family. The boy's name is Xing Minzhi. There is also some background.

These two are people who have just stepped into the foundation building period. What is missing is a chance to understand the law. It is no longer beneficial for them to practice hard at present.

The disciples of the sixth outer audience were terribly miserable by being teased by them, and every day they hoped that these two would build a foundation as soon as possible so that they could harm the Ninth Inner Courtyard.

On weekdays, disciples of Liuguan would never approach these two when they could walk around them. When Liuguan Guang opened the mountain gate, he almost cried with joy—the two scourges finally stopped staring at them.

Ding Lingshu and Xing Minzhi really set their sights on the new disciples, and took turns guarding the concept of enlightened mind and cultivating morality. Coincidentally, Feng Yuanjiu won today's jackpot.

From their words, I can hear that these two disciples who originally planned to block the door one at a time to touch the new beginners, and when the sun sets, the winner will be judged by the number of winners. Fatty Ning's sense of sight.

Feng Yuanjiu coughed lightly, put on a serious look, gave Xing Minzhi a slap in the face, and asked respectfully: "Brother is well, junior brother has just entered the mountain gate, and he is not very familiar with all the affairs. I dare to ask you, I don’t know which hall my junior should go to find which elder or senior brother to get the identity jade plate?”

Xing Minzhi immediately stopped talking, turned around and looked at Feng Yuanjiu who had a stiff face and wrinkled his face, and then straightened his posture solemnly, with the demeanor that a senior brother should have: "Our Mingxin Temple is in charge of Master Gu Once you accept the gift, you can find him in the left side hall of the second courtyard."

Feng Yuanjiu thanked Xing Minzhi with a serious and rigid look, then walked through the empty front hall, and found the left side hall hidden under the huge tree canopy like an umbrella.

The green grass in front of the temple is lush, and there are several furry, rabbit-like monsters with their foot-long canines running after a starling with tied wings. The starling shouted as he ran: "Grandson! Chase me! If you can catch up with me, I will call you grandpa!"

Several rabbit-like monsters staggered, almost breaking their teeth.

At this time, a blue mynah emerged from the dense green leaves and yellow flowers, and said in a strange way: "Ugly people make mistakes!"

The winged mynah raised his head and wanted to scold blue mynah, but he was deprived of the right to speak before he uttered "Ugly your mother!" A string of fast-paced bird calls.

Feng Yuanjiu glanced nonchalantly at the talisman that floated from the side hall to the forehead of the starling with tied wings, stopped to straighten his clothes, and bowed respectfully towards the wide open door outside the hall: " The new disciple Feng Yuanjiu is asking to see you."

"Come in." Without making Feng Yuanjiu wait any longer, after Feng Yuanjiu finished speaking, a voice as hoarse as gravel came from the side hall.

Without any hesitation, Feng Yuanjiu entered the left side hall with a low eyebrow.

As soon as he entered the side hall, he saw the background of Dongqing's No. [-] Taoist sect—this inconspicuous side hall turned out to be a magic weapon of space. From the outside, the side hall was only more than ten feet long, and the space inside But it is more than a hundred feet wide.

A huge "Tao" character is hung in the middle of the front door in the hall, and a middle-aged monk with delicate features sits on the futon under the "Tao".

Feng Yuanjiu took a quick glance at the surroundings of the hall, then lowered his eyes, walked around the nine rows and nine rows of futons, walked up to the monk, bowed again, and waited quietly by the side.

After about a stick of incense, the middle-aged monk expelled the turbid air in his chest and slowly opened his eyes.

Feng Yuanjiu saluted again: "Disciple Feng Yuanjiu pays respects to the elder."

The middle-aged monk took a look at Feng Yuanjiu, wiped the purple starry sky bag hanging from his waist with his hand, flicked his fingers, and a ball of yellow true essence wrapped in a white jade tablet floated in front of Feng Yuanjiu: "This jade The card is the jade plate of the identity of the disciples in the sect, and if you print your Yuanshen seal on the jade plate, you are the disciple of my Taiqing sect recorded in the record."

Feng Yuanjiu raised his hand to hold the white jade tablet floating in front of his eyes, and immediately sent a wisp of Yuanshen to the Yin-Yang fish in the middle of the jade tablet.

The brilliance flashed, and the yin and yang fish seemed to be infused with souls, circling each other for a moment, and the original plain and unpretentious jade plaque became transparent and filled with aura, as if soaked in the spirit lake.

Feng Yuanjiu subconsciously grasped the jade tablet that seemed to have immortal energy tightly in his palm - from this moment on, he was a disciple of the Taiqing, and the long journey of immortality began.

The middle-aged decorator looked at Feng Yuanjiu with great interest, then stretched out his finger, and brought the blue Qiankun bag floating in front of him to Feng Yuanjiu's eyes: "This is the magic robe and robe given to you by the sect." This year's example."

Feng Yuanjiu took it respectfully.

The middle-aged monk gave a few more words in his rough voice that was extremely disproportionate to his appearance: "Since you have entered the wall of my Taiqing gate, you will be able to practice well. The road is difficult, so don't relax. You can go on the Mingxin Peak. Choose one of the Wuzhu caves as your future practice cave. There will be a sermon every other month in the front hall. The temple master and the elders in the temple will give lectures in turn. After the lecture, you can ask the elders for advice on practice. , the next sermon will be in three days, you can decide whether to listen to it or not."

Feng Yuanjiu bowed his head to listen to the instruction: "Please follow the elder's instruction."

The middle-aged monk gave a low laugh, and his voice sounded like the sound of metal spatulas touching: "There are sect rules on the jade plate of identity, it is best to study and understand, and don't take the sect rules seriously, otherwise , those few in the yard will be your fate in the future."

"!" Feng Yuanjiu raised his head suddenly, then lowered his head in an instant—he really didn't expect that the two starlings and monsters in front of the hall turned out to be Taiqing disciples who were punished!

Feng Yuanjiu's surprised look seemed to please the middle-aged monk very well, and the middle-aged monk laughed heartily with his rough voice, the laughter was really not very pleasant.

In this piercing laughter, a voice like the sounds of nature is suddenly mixed in, which makes it very pleasant.

A clean male voice like a spring breeze wafted in from outside the hall, and there seemed to be a three-point smile in the words: "Disciple Bu Ziming asks to see Master Gu."

After Bu Ziming finished speaking, another soft female voice familiar to Feng Yuanjiu followed closely: "New disciple Wu Huiniang begs to see Master Gu."

The middle-aged monk stopped laughing, waved his hand towards Feng Yuanjiu, and said lazily, "Come in."

Feng Yuanjiu knew that this was for him to retreat on his own, so he bowed and then retreated.

When he was about to walk out of the side hall, he had a face-to-face meeting with the men and women who entered the hall. The woman was indeed Hui Niang who had a nasty affair with Feng Yuanjiu, but the man was not one of the two monks who followed Hui Niang. One, but a suave and handsome man, it's a pity that such a straight face does not have straight eyes.

As if Huiniang had never met Feng Yuanjiu, she passed him by without looking sideways. On the contrary, the male cultivator named Bu Ziming glanced at Feng Yuanjiu several times. Nine almost drew their swords and split each other!