I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Baili Changkong flicked his fingertips lightly, moved the white real fire to the side of the golden real fire, pointed to the golden real fire and said: "The most turbid air of Kyushu is gathered at the bottom of the Wanmo Cave. Looking at the spiritual veins of Kyushu, only I am too clear. The pure aura in the eyes of the spirit can match it."

Lord Lingxiao lit a ray of purple magic flame, tied the gold and white real fire together, and said in a manly voice: "The turbid qi in the little bastard's body is full of pure qi, and the only way to practice it is in the eyes of Yuntai Fengling." It can balance the clear and turbid qi in his body, but you are too clear and have many rules, you must be the master to practice in the eyes of Yuntai Fengling."

Feng Yuanjiu had a score in his heart, and said calmly: "If the disciple's memory is correct, the master once practiced in Yuntai Fengling's eyes when he achieved Dongxuan."

Bailichangkong tore off the purple magic flame and threw it aside, put away the gold and white two-color real fire, and said unhurriedly: "Your master, as my eldest son of the Taiqing, can practice in the eyes of the spirit for a hundred years with my approval. Breaking barriers and achieving Dongxuan. Kang Xuanyi is a holy son of the Lingmen, and I have nothing to do with Taiqing. Talking about the practice of spiritual eyes, it is not easy for me to go to Yuntai Peak."

Lord Ling Xiao squinted at the sky, with a smile that was not a smile: "Nothing to do with it?"

Baili Changkong casually silenced Lord Ling Xiao, and said again: "That's why your master and I insisted on asking you to succeed Taiqing. At that time, Kang Xuanyi, as my Taoist partner in charge of Taiqing, Then you can enter the spiritual eyes of Yuntai Peak to practice."

Raising problems, solving problems, all in this conversation.

His family's patriarch helped him arrange it clearly and properly, and he really had to wait for the successor to be the head.

Feng Yuanjiu sighed, and bowed in salute: "The Patriarch and Master have made far-reaching plans for the disciple, which really makes the disciple ashamed."

Bailichangkong chuckled.

He held up Feng Yuanjiu with a flick of his sleeve, and said in a harmonious voice: "Your master and I are not without selfishness, you don't need to worry about it, just take over with peace of mind. If you really don't want to be in charge of the sect now, you can easily train your disciples, When the pure and turbid qi in Kang Xuan's body are all turned into chaos, and there is no need to double cultivate in the eyes of the spirit, you will resign."

It turns out that the disciples use it like this, and they have learned it.

Feng Yuanjiu smiled and said, "That disciple should recruit more apprentices, cast a wide net to catch more fish, and always catch one with exceptional talent."

"That's not necessary." Baili Changkong said meaningfully, "Your seat Qin Changgeng's talent is outstanding enough, with a little teaching, he can share a lot for you."

Feng Yuanjiu and Baili Changkong looked at each other for a moment, then bowed and thanked sincerely: "Disciple thanks Patriarch for pointing out the maze."

Feng Yuanjiu had no objection to the succession of the head, so he stopped evading, and directly signed a fifty-year master-slave contract with Meng Yan.

The moment the agreement was made.

Feng Yuanjiu and Meng Yan's brows instantly had a little more imprint, like stars but not stars, the color is bright red.

Feng Yuanjiu sensed the ingenuity of the master-slave contract, and immediately held his disciple to pay respects to Meng Yan: "Even though the master and disciple made a contract today, the friendship between you and me will not be changed because of this. What uncle was like before, he will be like that in the future. In the future, I will ask my uncle to take care of my disciples."

Meng Yan nodded unobtrusively: "But if there is something difficult to solve, just call me."

Feng Yuanjiu saluted again: "Master Uncle must be disturbed."

Meng Yan nodded slightly, turned his head slightly, and looked at Baili Changkong through the green veil: "The disciple has fulfilled his promise, and I hope that the master will make arrangements as soon as possible. The day Ruyu returns, the disciple will lift the agreement with Lord Ling Xiao." At the time of the contract."

Baili Changkong nodded: "The poor will never slip up."

Meng Yan bowed slightly towards the sky, then turned into a yellow brilliance and submerged into the mark between Feng Yuanjiu's eyebrows.

Feng Yuan's nine spirits entered the sea of ​​consciousness.

Seeing that Meng Yan had stabilized his soul in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, he withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness, concealed the imprint on his forehead, and bowed to the sky: "The matter of Master Meng Yan has come to an end. How to act, I also ask the ancestors to give pointers."

Baili Changkong retracted his avatar on the spur of the moment, pointed at Feng Anlan and the little fox on his lap, and said, "You settle down with your grandfather and this fellow Taoist from the Yaozu, and then come to Yuanhe Hall to find me. I'll go first." Arrange for your succession as head."

Feng Yuanjiu bowed and agreed.

After waiting for a while and seeing that Baili Changkong had no more orders, he sent Baili Changkong, Lord Ling Xiao and the human puppet "Shan" piled under the soul-cultivating tree by Lord Ling Xiao out of Qifeng Terrace.

As for how to deal with those puppets who are supposed to have no owners, that is the matter of his family's ancestor and Lord Ling Xiao.

Inside Yuanhe Hall.

Baili Changkong and Lord Lingxiao have not yet sat firmly on the cloud bed.

Then a group of puppets fell from the sky, and landed on the jade steps of the cloud bed with a splash. The Huo Qilin, who was dozing, stood up and hid behind Baili Changkong.

Ling Xiao: "..." This silly dog ​​is still so timid!

Baili Changkong looked at those puppets dumbfounded, and whispered to himself: "This is taking the opportunity to vent your anger."

Lord Ling Xiao sneered: "It's all because of you."

The sky looked sideways at Lord Ling Xiao, and asked with a gentle smile: "If you don't indulge Kang Xuanyi, why did you even enter Yan Ziqian's door because of him? If you don't indulge Kang Xuanyi, you sit in front of me What are you doing with the palace?"

Lord Ling Xiao looked at Baili Changkong, and asked lazily, "Yeah, what am I doing sitting in Yuanhe Hall? Senior Brother Baili."

Baili Changkong sneered, pointed at the gradually recovering puppet in the palace, and instructed Lord Ling Xiao: "Don't talk about gossip, and quickly send these worthless things to your Ten Thousand Devils Cave, or Feng Li will take them again." If the soul comes, it will take a lot of trouble."

Lord Ling Xiao rolled up the puppet who was no longer at a loss all over the jade steps with a flick of his sleeves, and said casually: "Don't worry, the heart demon that Feng Li carefully raised has become the belly of that vicious dog, he will heal his wounds now." It's too late, how can I take care of these?"

Baili Changkong raised his eyebrows: "Human puppets are the lifeblood of the monks of the Nether Sect. Even if he is the Great Elder of the Nether Sect, can Feng Li be an exception?"

Lord Ling Xiao snorted: "The lifeblood of other Nether Sect disciples is puppets in their hands, but Feng Li's lifeblood may not be there."

It's hard for Baili Changkong to disagree: "It's true. It's extremely difficult for the disciples of the Nether Sect to make a human puppet, but Feng Li can easily obtain it."

Lord Ling Xiao leaned over and threw the Huo Qilin who was hiding behind Baili Changkong onto the jade steps, leaving his hand behind Baili Changkong, and said in a cold voice: "Feng Li, because of that wisp of persistent Nian has gone crazy, and actually used the secret method of the blood evil sect to refine Feng Ruyu into a blood sword for killing relatives. This time, the stupid phoenix and the foolish people are lucky to escape, otherwise Feng Li might have been killed by this meeting. If you succeed, you will become a puppet of Feng Li's subordinates."

Baili Changkong snorted softly, and the big sun at the back of his head trembled slightly: "Where is a fool, there is a fool, thanks to the variable of Feng Yuanjiu, otherwise the gluttonous bird would be the first one among us to be robbed." gone."

Lord Ling Xiao clicked his tongue lightly, and said with a smile: "I hope this change can change this locked world."

Baili Changkong said indifferently: "My generation goes against the sky, and what I cultivate is the way to change the world."

Lord Ling Xiao laughed loudly: "Yes, yes, Senior Brother Baili is right. What is a mere sky lock? When we cut down the day lock, it would be a beautiful thing to ascend to the upper realm together."

Baili Changkong made a brief deduction and sighed softly: "The gluttonous bird and the old fox must be able to escape this time. Fortunately, with Yuan Jiu, it should not be difficult."

Lord Ling Xiao gloated after hearing the words: "Silly Phoenix is ​​not difficult, that old fox is not used to being a father, and I am afraid it will be very difficult for Feng Yuanjiu to help him escape."

Baili Changkong tapped his temple with his fingertips, but he couldn't hold back, and then let out a chuckle.

Lord Ling Xiao and Baili Changkong chatted a few words in Yuanhe Hall, seven or eight days had passed in Qifeng Terrace.

Feng Anlan was still sitting in meditation to heal her injuries.

It's just that Feng Yuanjiu moved the soul-cultivating tree with him to the edge of the Lingquan in the northwest corner of Qifeng Terrace.

There is a spiritual spring to nourish the Tao body, and a soul-nourishing tree to nourish the soul.

Although Feng Anlan didn't wake up for the time being, her complexion became stronger day by day.

However, the little fox who had the audacity to climb onto Feng Anlan's knee and bite Feng Anlan's tail finger still had that lifeless virtue, showing no improvement at all.

Feng Yuanjiu deliberately threw the little fox into the Lingquan to take a dip.

I hugged it with my hands, summoned it with my spiritual sense, and even used a spirit animal bag to collect it...

Feng Yuanjiu tried all the means he could think of, but he still failed to "pluck" the little fox from his grandfather Feng Anlan's lap.

outrageous.

In case of indecision, call Kang Xuanyi.

Feng Yuanjiu wanted to "summon" Kang Xuanyi from the amethyst grass, looked up at the "black elf" pinched in Kang Xuanyi's hand and rolled his eyes: "Uncle Kang, is it fun?"

Kang Xuanyi slowly kneaded the "black elf" in his hand into a ball, made a splash towards the Linghu Lake, and said casually: "There is a heartless little fox who dumped me at a word of disagreement. Do you have to have some fun yourself?"

Feng Yuanjiu couldn't help laughing, and said with a smile: "Who told you to keep tearing down my platform?"

With a thought, Kang Xuan teleported to Feng Yuanjiu's side, strangled Feng Yuanjiu's neck, and smiled: "Who am I all for? Huh?"

Feng Yuanjiu smiled and remained silent.

Leaning on Kang Xuanyi, he pointed at Feng Anlan and the little fox under the soul-cultivating tree with his chin: "Brother, Xiao Bailai looks like a dead fox on grandpa's lap. There is no improvement, why don't you think of a way to soak it in the Lingquan?"

I really call him brother if I have something to do with him, and uncle if I have nothing to do with him!

Kang Xuan laughed anxiously, pinched Feng Yuanjiu's chin, stroked the corner of Feng Yuanjiu's lips with his thumb twice, with a half-smile: "Now do you want to call brother?"

Feng Yuanjiu grabbed Kang Xuanyi's skirt and tugged lightly, covered those two thin lips, and took a bite: "Don't make trouble, hurry up."

Kang Xuan couldn't hold back his suspense.

Pressing the back of Feng Yuanjiu's head, he gnawed twice, and silently recited the "Pure Heart Sutra" three times before barely suppressing the idea of ​​dual cultivation with Feng Yuanjiu on the spot, and probing his spiritual thoughts towards the little fox who seemed to be lifting a corpse .

Spiritual thoughts landed on the little fox, and seeing the bloody sword wound blocked by Feng Yuanjiu's force, Kang Xuanyi's expression changed slightly: "Has the Lord of the Blood Fiend Sect come to Qifeng Terrace?"

Feng Yuanjiu shook his head.

Communicating with spiritual thoughts, he quickly recounted what happened during the period when Kang Xuanyi was left behind by him. Feng Yuanjiu poked Kang Xuanyi's waist: "Since I left Feng's house, Sixth Brother has been protecting me. He has helped me a lot, and today he blocked the kin-killing blood sword for me, so that the injury is so serious, I can't see him returning to the embrace of the ancestor god."

Kang Xuanyi really has nothing to do with Feng Yuanjiu who occasionally acts like a baby.

After listening to Feng Yuanjiu's storytelling, the words that were full of preaching slipped out of his mouth, and Feng Yuanjiu poked his waist back into his stomach, resigned to his fate and started to find a way for Feng Yuanjiu to save Tu Chenglu: " I just get used to you."

Feng Yuanjiu frowned slightly, and said with a playful smile: "I deserve it."

Kang Xuan smiled.

His eyes were glued to Feng Yuanjiu's rarely smiling eyes, and he extended his spiritual thoughts along the little fox's mouth to Feng Anlan's little finger that was painted into Lu's mouth: "Oh, because you are the best at throwing it away after using it? Can you just run away?"

Feng Yuanjiu had a lingering smile at the end of his eyes, and scolded with a smile: "It's almost done."

Kang Xuan laughed.

Being in Qifengtai, I didn't dare to really offend his little fox who would put aside his family if there was any disagreement, shut up immediately, pinched the back of Feng Yuanjiu's neck gently, and carefully discerned the painted Lu fox's mouth. , Feng Anlan's half cyan imprint on his tail finger.

That imprint is very familiar.

Kang Xuan frowned in thought, and after finding out the source of the blue imprint from his memory, his expression changed drastically.

Feng Yuanjiu sat up straight slowly: "But it's not good?"

Kang Xuan wandered between Feng Anlan, the half-blue mark on Feng Anlan's little finger, and the golden-haired little fox that looked like a corpse for a long time before he could confirm that he was right.

"Little fox." Kang Xuan clasped Feng Yuanjiu's shoulders tightly, and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid your sixth brother will not be saved."