I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

In Fengfeng Terrace, under the Soul Cultivation Tree.

Meng Yan's soul held a piece of hairpin in his hand, and sat leaning against the tree trunk.

The body of spirit and soul hovers between solidity and nothingness. At one moment it is solidified like a real person, and at another moment it seems to conform to the law of heaven at any time, dissipating into the world, obviously extremely unstable.

This is not scientific!

The speed of time between Qifeng Terrace and the outside world is 100 to 1.

It took him and Kang Xuanyi more than ten years from Chaotic Star Sea to Wanyou Valley, and then back to Taiqing from Wanyou Valley, and more than a thousand years in Qifeng Terrace.

In a place where inspiration is so abundant, after more than a thousand years, the soul that was already solidified, not to mention turning into a ghost cultivator and becoming a ghost king, should also be like a real body.

In short, no matter what, you shouldn't be so weak, as if you are always jumping on the verge of collapse.

The black elf, which has grown to half a person's height, is facing Kang Xuanyi's face, circling and dancing around Feng Yuanjiu, sometimes touching Feng Yuanjiu's hair with its wings, and sometimes landing on Feng Yuanjiu's shoulders in circles.

Feng Yuanjiu recovered from the shock.

He raised his hand and lightly pulled the black elf's wings, took the belt and tore the black elf off his shoulders and threw it into the wooden house. He walked under the soul-cultivating tree, stared at Meng Yan's soul for a moment, and couldn't help but change his face.

The severed hairpin in the hands of Meng Yan's spirit is exactly the one he threw into the spiritual spring in the northwest corner of Qifengtai to purify, and the half of the hairpin left by his little uncle in the chaotic sea of ​​stars.

The broken hairpin, which was originally filled with demonic energy, has completely disappeared, revealing its original appearance.

Like gold and jade, the broken hairpin has an indistinguishable material, and the body of the hairpin has a hidden luster flowing; on the head of the hairpin, a fire phoenix flutters its wings and wants to fly, and there seems to be an inspiration among the trembling wings.

Feng Yuanjiu frowned.

That day, in order to prevent Meng Yan from being too obsessed with his spirit and soul, he followed his instinct to find the broken hairpin, and was infiltrated by the devilish energy on the broken hairpin. The lake was listed as a forbidden area, and the range of activities of Meng Yan's spirit was restricted within a radius of a hundred miles.

Now it seems that this double prohibition failed to stop Meng Yan's soul from looking for the cut hairpin.

This obsession is so deep that it is impossible not to be moved.

Feng Yuanjiu sighed lightly.

Without disturbing Meng Yan's meditation to stabilize his soul, his mind moved slightly, and moved into the sea of ​​purple flowers. Looking at the black elves dancing in the sea of ​​flowers, he called out: "Chiyu."

The little scarlet fox ran in the flower field, and after a while, it came behind Feng Yuanjiu, turned into a slim young man, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed: "Master."

Feng Yuanjiu looked back, took a good look at the boy in red shorts, nodded and shouted, and ordered in a manly voice: "Tell me what happened."

Chiyu stood behind Feng Yuanjiu with his arms tied, and secretly glanced at Feng Yuanjiu's back. He secretly marveled at how quickly the new master's cultivation had entered the country, and said respectfully: "Young master is ordered to take care of Master Meng on weekdays. In case of being deceived When the master has something to give, he can't find the younger one, so the younger one has been standing in front of Master Meng, not daring to take a step away."

After expressing his love and dedication, Chiyu carefully began to tell about Meng Yan's behavior for more than a thousand years, "In the first hundred years, Master Meng has been meditating under the soul-cultivating tree. For the next 300 years, after meditating, Master Meng, every ten years I'll be walking around..."

"At first, I just wandered around, listening to the rain, looking at the flowers, and talking to the elves who came in..." Chiyu sneaked a thoughtful glance at the black elves dancing around Feng Yuanjiu, "Later, Master Meng discovered the restriction left by the master, so he only turned around the edge of the restriction."

Listen to the rain, watch the flowers, talk to the elves...

This is not a random turn around.

The rain is formed by the inspiration of Jingzhongjing, and the flowers are connected with the foundation of Jingzhongjing. Through them, we can deduce how strong the Jingzhongjing is.

These elves are his demons, and talking to them can deduce his temperament and habits.

Turning along the edge of the prohibition is directly studying the method of breaking the prohibition!

It was just this stupid fox who lost his cunning nature in the middle of the realm and didn't see Master Meng Yan's purpose.

Feng Yuanjiu tugged at his wings, and threw the elf who landed on his shoulders and tried to rub his wings against his face into the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, and asked indifferently: "What did Uncle Mengyan do afterwards?"

"Later, Master Meng didn't meditate and didn't go around anymore. He just sat under the soul-cultivating tree and burned incense to calculate the secrets. When the younger one told Master Meng that the secret was hidden in the realm, he didn't listen, just like a madman. Sitting under the tree motionless and doing divination for more than a hundred years..." Speaking of this, Chiyu frowned, and with a face full of resentment that "Master Meng really doesn't know what is good", he said angrily, "It's a pity that the master treats Meng. The master is completely sincere, but the master Na Meng has no good intentions! After going crazy under the tree, he began to go crazy everywhere..."

"Stop talking about what you have and what you don't have." Feng Yuanjiu interrupted Chiyu's complaint, and ordered, "Just tell me what Uncle Meng Yan did."

Chiyu was full of resentment and paused, glanced enviously at the elf that was on Feng Yuanjiu's body and was not thrown away, lowered his head, and said: "After hundreds of years, Master Meng first attacked the area near the Soul Cultivation Tree. Afterwards, he went to break into the restriction outside the Lingquan. The small ones were low-minded and could not be stopped, so we had to fall far behind. When Master Meng was seriously injured, he was picked up and placed under the soul-cultivating tree. Rehabilitation."

"Master Meng doesn't wait for the injury to heal every time, but whenever he has some energy, he will smash those two prohibitions. Until 150 years ago, Master Meng brought back a piece of hairpin from the spiritual spring, and he never left the soul-cultivating tree."

Sure enough, it was almost the same as he expected.

Feng Yuanjiu raised his hand, caught an elf dancing in front of him, measured the elf's eyebrows and eyes that were exactly the same as Kang Xuanyi, and asked expressionlessly: "What's the matter with Uncle Meng Yan's injury?"

Since the broken hairpin was brought back 150 years ago, it doesn't make sense that it is still on the verge of collapse. "There should be no third restriction in the realm for him to break through."

"Of course there is no third restriction! In fact, not only has Master Meng never left, but he hasn't moved since he sat under the soul-cultivating tree 150 years ago!"

Chiyu put on a face of "Master Meng is unreasonable", said: "I don't know what Master Meng is thinking, the body of the soul is so badly injured, and he didn't heal the wound first. He went back to the tree and started to clench his legs Using the cut hairpin to drive away the evil energy above, it seems that the cut hairpin is more important than his life! The owner of the broken hairpin doesn’t know what kind of person he is, he cut off the hairpin and can kill Master Meng.”

What kind of character?Uncle, his peerless women's clothing tycoon!

Although Master Meng Yan's obsession with his little uncle had already been seen, Feng Yuanjiu never thought that Master Meng Yan's obsession would be so deep!

Even if you fight for the immortal soul, you want to get the cut hairpin, is it love brain?

Feng Yuanjiu's mood at this moment is simply hard to describe.

Don't ask, if you have to ask, the stomach seems to feel a little uncomfortable, being supported by melons.

The thought teleported back to the soul-cultivating tree.

Uncle Meng Yan's soul is still jumping between the virtual and the real. If there is no accident, even if it is nourished by the soul tree, it will take hundreds of years to recover.

In such a state, Feng Yuanjiu naturally did not dare to take the risk of taking him out of Qifeng Terrace.

Feng Yuanjiu thought.

The divine sense avatar/body left Qifeng Terrace and returned to Yuanhe Hall.

On Huo Yuyun's bed, two pairs of eyes looked at him in unison.

One pair is compassionate and compassionate, and the other pair is fierce and evil, but with the same concern, they ask almost in unison: "Where is the spirit of the vicious dog (Meng Yan)?".

At the same time, Kang Xuanyi and grandfather Feng Anlan who were protecting him also looked at him, waiting for his next words.

Feng Yuanjiu lowered his eyes, bowed towards the vast sky above Huo Yuyun's bed, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "There have been some accidents, Master Meng Yan's soul is really not suitable for moving, please allow the disciples some time, Patriarch."

Lord Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows.

Pointing his fingertips to his knees, he sneered, apparently not believing Feng Yuanjiu's words.

Feng Anlan cast a chilling glance at Lord Ling Xiao, and said flatly, "Jiu Geer has always been open and honest, and has never been hypocritical or deceitful in his dealings with others."

Kang Xuan nodded, and said in a gentle voice: "The little fox is the orthodox son of Xuanmen, Master, don't judge him by the virtues of my spiritual disciples, and humiliate him."

Venerable Ling Xiao smiled anxiously, pointed at Kang Xuan and cursed: "The orthodox sect of the Xuanmen is so good, yet you still find this deity to propose marriage for you. It's too liquidated for you to marry directly."

Kang Xuan nodded, and calmly said: "Master is wise, so I will ask Master to prepare the dowry for the disciple."

The wretch!

Lord Ling Xiao's fingertips were itchy, and he really wanted to shake Kang Xuan's face like a devil.

Baili Changkong tapped Lord Ling Xiao's knee lightly with his fingers, signaling him to shut up, measuring Feng Yuanjiu with his downcast eyes, and asked softly, "What happened to Meng Yan's soul?"

Feng Yuanjiu pondered for a while, and said simply: "Reporting to the Patriarch, Master Meng Yan's spirit is on the verge of collapse, and he is healing in the disciple's cave. The disciple really dare not disturb the Master, so I have to ask the Patriarch for some time."

Lord Ling Xiao sneered: "The soul of the vicious dog can also be broken?"

Feng Anlan frowned and asked, "Xifengtaizhong?"

Feng Yuanjiu nodded, and respectfully said: "That's right. After rescuing Master Meng Yan's soul from the sea of ​​turtle monsters in Chaotic Star Sea that day, Yuan Jiu took him into Qifeng Terrace to cultivate Yuanshen. In the end, Nine failed to think thoroughly, and there were some accidents, which made Uncle Meng Yan's spirit extremely unstable."

"I know Meng Yan treats you well, and it's only natural for you to repay his kindness..." A look of worry flashed across Feng Anlan's usually indifferent eyes, "However, he is the ghost of the Nether Lie Kun dog after all." In his body, even if there are hundreds of miles to seal his memory, there is no guarantee that he will not break the seal in Qifeng Terrace and remember the past."

Baili Changkong nodded: "If you ask him to recall the past, your portable cave may not be able to trap him."

Feng Yuanjiu remained silent.

Now it's not only about him wanting to repay Master Meng Yan's kindness, but also Master Meng Yan's obsession with his little uncle.

If it is said that the karma between him and Uncle Meng Yan was paid off when he helped Uncle Meng Yan recover his sobriety with two drops of Absolute Beginning Immortal Dew that day...

Wait, Absolute Beginning Immortal Dew!

For ordinary monks, one drop of Absolute Beginning Immortal Dew is enough to restore the remnant soul, but Master Meng Yan used two drops!

Recite the "Pure Heart Sutra" silently, meditate, and think carefully about the scene of the day.

Feng Yuanjiu couldn't help changing his expression slightly, turned his head and said to Feng Anlan: "Grandpa, Master Meng Yan's spirit, I'm afraid he has recovered his memory."

Kang Xuan's face immediately changed.

Holding Feng Yuanjiu's shoulders, he said in repeated voices: "Don't care what his spirit is like, quickly invite him out of your cave!"

Feng Yuanjiu shook his head, unwilling.

Lord Ling Xiao sneered: "It's stubborn!"

Baili Changkong glanced lightly at Lord Ling Xiao, and asked Feng Yuanjiu: "But there is something hidden?"

Feng Yuanjiu hesitated for a moment, and then sent a voice transmission to Feng Anlan—Grandpa, I suspect that Uncle Meng Yan has a very close relationship with Uncle Meng Yan. If it is true that Uncle Meng Yan is dead, I am afraid that Uncle Meng Yan will not let it go when he returns.

Feng Anlan frowned—why did Brother Jiu say such a thing?

Feng Yuanjiu sent a voice transmission to Feng Anlan, and succinctly told the story of Meng Yan's soul desperately trying not to pick up his little uncle's half-cut hairpin, and asked—Grandpa, look at little uncle and Uncle Meng Yan...

He sees?

He looked at Feng Ruyu's rebellious son, he really thought his life was too long, even the Nether Lie Kun dog dared to provoke him!

Feng Anlan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and sent a voice transmission to Feng Yuanjiu——You are right to think about it, so let me handle it now.

With his grandfather, Feng Anlan, carrying him around, Feng Yuanjiu instantly felt refreshed.

Raising his hand to brush off Kang Xuanyi's hand on his shoulder, Feng Yuan Nine Spiritual Minds spread all over the Yuanhe Hall, transforming into a merry eater, waiting for the three big bosses to produce melons.

Feng Anlan took a wrong step, stood in front of Feng Yuanjiu, looked up at the Baili sky above Huo Yuyun's bed, and said expressionlessly: "Baili, follow me into Fengtai to meet Meng Yan's spirit for a while. .”

The author has something to say: I am planning to publish "The Male God Who Got the Disk, He Is Something Wrong", please accept it in advance! ~~~~~~~

Copywriter:

Putting on a face and daring to trick the male god into bed.

Jiang Xiaogengzhi 怀怪 Chen used up all his little cunning to get the male god in his hands, but found that the male god he had been thinking about for many years had turned into a cunning and sanctimonious LSP.

The pan male god pans until the house collapses and there is no one left!

The male god seems to have no heart, if he doesn't run away, is he still waiting for peach?

Jiang Chen left a "Yeqing knot", turned around gracefully, and ran away without a trace, Dumei went to work on her career.

Don't ask, just ask: something is wrong with the male god, I want to return the product!

Jiang Chen was an accident in Fu Mingyi's life.

When he was concentrating on his career, Jiang Chen climbed into his bed.

When he was planning to get a date, Jiang Chen ran away without saying a word, without asking him if he would agree or not.

Fu Mingyi: Brat, do you want to run away after messing with my brother?What beautiful things do you want?

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Fu Mingyi sits firmly on the altar, and everyone who touches him will be turned off by him. He is a well-known scandal insulator in the entertainment industry.

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Super first-line and new top-tier are originally incompatible relationships.

One day, the Spaghetti were horrified to discover that their "clean and self-conscious" actor Fu suddenly started to go to business with the popular fried chicken ginger.

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Chaoyue was rushing to get traffic for their idols, but the gingers were not happy at all.

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