I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

"Take it off," Deng Tuzi said.

Feng Yuanjiu was a little dazed, and took a step back subconsciously, with the "white jade brick" in his left hand and the sword in his right across his chest.

Deng Tuzi was amused by Feng Yuanjiu's guarded appearance.

Since the beauty still regarded him as an apprentice, he viciously stopped holding back his breath, and with a faint smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, he took a step forward unhurriedly.

Deng Tuzi's suddenly stronger momentum made Feng Yuanjiu a little out of breath. Feng Yuanjiu pursed his lips, braced his straight spine, stared at Deng Tuzi expressionlessly, and slowly took another step back .

Feng Yuanjiu took a step back, and Deng Tuzi took a step forward, just like a cat playing tricks on a mouse, it would only give up if it had to tease out all the fear of the mouse before eating.

When he retreated to the thirteenth step, Feng Yuanjiu had already retreated to the edge of the cliff.

Although the monk was not in danger of falling off the cliff to his death, Feng Yuanjiu didn't feel that he had a chance to fall off the cliff and escape in front of the apprentice who was at least two realms higher than him.

Then he stopped and stared at Deng Tuzi and asked, "Should Pindao thank you for making Pindao a dead ghost?"

Deng Tuzi looked at Feng Yuanjiu indifferently, his pair of phoenix eyes were as deep as a cold pool, without waves or ripples.

Because of her stunning looks, Feng Yuanjiu was a little apprehensive when he saw people with eyes of admiration, greed, covetousness, filth, or green, etc., by his calm eyes.

Feng Yuanjiu tightened his grip on the sword in his palm, pursed his lips, and thought about how likely it was that the wooden token given by his grandfather would help him escape successfully.

However, Deng Tuzi didn't give him enough time to think.

A black horse appeared in the palm of Yang's hand, and it was directly wrapped around Feng Yuanjiu's waist. Deng Tuzi pulled it lightly, Feng Yuanjiu didn't even have a chance to struggle, and was pulled in by Deng Tuzi arms.

The number of times he fell into Deng Tuzi's arms in the past two days seems to be a bit too many. The familiar black robes and the familiar cool body fragrance, but each time he is in a different state of mind.

It's just that the sword was thrown off the moment he was pulled into his arms, Feng Yuanjiu put away the tortoise shell in an instant, and asked thoughtfully: "Your Excellency is not someone who would wrong his size."

Deng Tuzi slid his fingertips from his chin along his slender neck to the neckline of his blue Taoist robe and stopped still. He asked casually, "So?"

Feng Yuanjiu knew that he was inferior to others, so he had to gamble his luck with his brain: "So if you really have fantasies about me, you would have taken me into a furnace when you first met me in the ruined temple."

It was clear that she was extremely anxious, but her face, which looked like a demon girl, was so cold that no trace of fear could be seen.

Deng Tuzi stared at Feng Yuanjiu's face, his eyes were unpredictable and dark: "No, I do have fantasies about you, but it's a pity that you are a descendant of Feng's family."

After finishing speaking, Deng Tuzi gently pushed Feng Yuanjiu to the center of the platform, and ordered lightly: "Don't delay, it won't be beautiful if you miss the time."

Feng Yuanjiu frowned slightly and glanced at Dengtuzi, looked up at the sun that was about to turn to the center, turned around, turned his back to Dengtuzi and gently pulled the belt on the Taoist robe.

The loose Taoist robe slipped off the shoulders, and the white as jade skin was displayed under the sky like a slowly unfolding scroll.

The blazing sun at noon coated the slender and fit figure with a layer of warm light, and everything that fell into Dengtuzi's eyes was just right, so beautiful that he couldn't move his eyes, and he could hardly restrain the restless beast in his heart .

His gaze lingered on the body like flawless white jade for a long time with scorching temperature, Deng Tuzi looked away, and said in a low voice, "Sit with your legs crossed and your gums crossed, go to Shenting, to Baihui, Xingfeng Mansion, passing Dazhui, Lingtai, Zhonghu, Mingmen, Yaoyu, and reaching Changqiang."

"Keep your energy in Changqiang, don't move." Deng Tuzi walked slowly to the opposite of Feng Yuanjiu, and sat cross-legged, "Hold Yuan and guard one, and concentrate on one's mind."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at two spots of cherry red, and added, "I need to touch a few of your acupoints and cut off the thread of the soul, not to be frivolous to you, you must not get distracted."

Even if he did something, Feng Yuanjiu would not take his own life as a joke.

Gently nodding his head to show he understood, Feng Yuanjiu calmed down and recited the "Pure Heart Sutra" silently.

Deng Tuzi looked up at the golden sun hanging high in the sky, and when the sun was hanging in the middle, he made a trick with his left hand to draw his breath, and the slender fingers of his right hand walked on Feng Yuanjiu's body, and the orifice passed by the fingertips was actually oozing Strips of filaments.

Qi has traveled through Feng Yuanjiu's body for seven to seven days and 49 days, and the figure that could have been called icy muscles and bones has turned into a splashed ink landscape with too much ink color.

Beads of sweat also oozed from Deng Tuzi's forehead.

Sitting cross-legged, he suddenly left the ground, floated behind Feng Yuanjiu, patted his beautiful back, and taking advantage of Feng Yuanjiu's forward leaning, quickly tapped the Changqiang acupoint three times with his fingertips.

The location of this acupoint is a bit awkward. After Deng Tuzi pulled out the black filaments twisted into a ball like fine hemp, he quickly backed up, stood up, looked at the beauty's red ears, and tried his best to maintain a calm posture and said: "Sit down, luck, and do it again."

Feng Yuanjiu sat cross-legged again, before luck asked: "How long does it take?"

Deng Tuzi sealed the black "silk ball" in his palm into a jade gourd, and said: "It depends on what kind of skill the person who seduced you is, and how long you have been seduced by you. Don't dawdle, before the time comes If it is not clean, you will have to do it again at noon tomorrow."

Hearing this, Feng Yuanjiu no longer cared about the shame in his heart, and quickly recited the "Pure Heart Sutra" silently, then became angry, and repeated it according to Deng Tuzi's words.

After repeating this, it was not until the fifth time that Deng Tuzi completely pulled out the black filaments in Feng Yuanjiu's body.

At that time, the person with beautiful porcelain skin was already pitch black.

This can be regarded as dyeing my beauty under the moon black!

Deng Tuzi sealed all the black filaments into the same jade gourd, and teased with a smile: "Your appearance can compare with the skin color of the spiritual pet I gave you."

Feng Yuanjiu glanced down at the sticky black on her legs, and her eyes were instantly filled with disgust.

He raised his hand and waved the sword that was thrown not far away by Deng Tuzi. The real essence was transported on the sword, and he swung the sword to chop, and quickly dug two ponds with a square meter on the top platform of the mountain.

Using water to belong to the true element pinch formula to divert water, it filled the two adjacent pools.

Feng Yuanjiu got up calmly and strolled into the pool on the left, washed away the filth all over his body, then changed to the pool on the right with a calm demeanor and took a careful bath.

Then he stepped out of the pool without any cover, and made tricks to divert the water, and drenched from head to toe several times, Feng Yuanjiu slowly evaporated all the water in his body, layer by layer, and put on the complicated and luxurious Feng family brocade robe.

After all the tossing just now, Feng Yuanjiu really doesn't care about not being naked in front of Dengtuzi, after all, no matter how embarrassing it is, the Changqiang acupoint is still sore and swollen.

Feng Yuanjiu didn't care, so Deng Tuzi grandly admired the beauty of the beauty bathing.

After the beauty put on the brocade clothes again, he secretly restrained the beast in his heart, with a half-smile: "How do you thank me?"

Feng Yuanjiu played with the sword in his hand, and said softly: "The qin I caress doesn't suit you?"

"Tsk!" Deng Tuzi clicked his tongue softly, shaking the black jade gourd in his palm, and said, "The only thing I'm getting for playing the piano is for me to release your soul pull, not including bathing in the wind and these soul strings."

Feng Yuanjiu frowned, looking at Deng Tuzi as if he was looking at a street rogue.

Deng Tuzi didn't take it seriously either, Shi Shiran walked up to Feng Yuanjiu, slid the black jade gourd over the few strands of silver in front of Feng Yuanjiu's forehead, and teased: "Thank you darlingly, we will never get along again from now on. Owe, isn't it good? Or, are you reluctant to have nothing to do with me?"

Feng Yuanjiu sneered, took the black jade gourd dangling in front of his eyes, and said, "Divination for you."

Deng Tuzi thought for a while, then nodded: "Yes."

An agreement was reached, but Feng Yuanjiu was not busy making up his mind, but said: "But you need to answer my two questions."

Deng Tuzi nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Feng Yuanjiu asked: "After breaking the soul-leading effect, will the person who planted the soul-leading effect for me feel it?"

Deng Tuzi pointed to the black jade gourd and said, "If the thread of the soul is not destroyed, he will not know."

"How to destroy the soul thread?"

"Forged with real fire."

He is just a little monk in the mid-stage of Qi refining now, where did the real fire come from before he cultivated the golden core?

Feng Yuanjiu frowned: "Is there another way?"

Deng Tuzi smiled and said nothing.

Feng Yuanjiu gave Deng Tuzi a white look, thought for a while, and took out a thousand-year-old bouquet fruit from the Qiankun bag: "Is there another way?"

Deng Tuzi took the wine fragrance fruit and took a sip of the fruit fragrance, then put the wine fragrance fruit into his Qiankun bag, and said slowly: "Kill the person who leads the soul."

Feng Yuanjiu frowned and thought carefully.

Deng Tuzi took the time to suggest: "Ten wine fragrant fruits, I will kill him for you."

Feng Yuanjiu gave Deng Tuzi a white look: "The salary is too expensive, I can't afford it."

Deng Tuzi shrugged, expressing that he was helpless.

Feng Yuanjiu put away the black jade gourd, cleaned the tortoise shell, and asked, "What do you want to divination?"

Deng Tuzi said without hesitation: "Foretell marriage."

"Birthday horoscope." "Xinyou year Guiwei month Dingsi day Jisi time."

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyebrows, looked at Deng Tuzi suspiciously, and said: "Your Excellency is not a person with pure yin characters."

Dengtuzi said indifferently: "This is the character of my younger sister."

Feng Yuanjiu nodded, calmed down, and began to hexagram.

The hexagram goes down.

Feng Yuanjiu was a little worried, if the horoscope and the hexagram were solved, would he be sent to heaven by this apprentice!

Deng Tuzi said flatly, "But it doesn't matter."

Feng Yuanjiu silently held the piece of wood given by her grandfather in her palm, and said carefully, "Lingmei's horoscope is not good for marriage, but good for her career. I'm afraid marriage will be difficult for her in this life. If she has spiritual roots, there will be no accidents." If so, the great road can be expected.”

"What if she's engaged?"

Feng Yuanjiu took a step back silently, and the tortoise shell turned into a person standing in front of him, saying: "The hexagram is in order, the other party may have the intention of regretting the marriage."

As soon as these words came out, the air around him seemed to be stagnant, Feng Yuanjiu silently circulated his true energy to resist the almost violent momentum around him, and silently groaned in his heart - if he had known this, he would never have divination for this apprentice!

Feng Yuanjiu hides behind the tortoise shell, trembling, fearing that Deng Tuzi will take his anger out on him and take his life casually.

Hiding behind the tortoise shell for a while, Deng Tuzi's anger was not greeted, and the restless aura around him gradually stabilized.Feng Yuanjiu poked his head out from behind the tortoise shell, and there was no shadow of Laoshizi Dengtuzi!

I muttered in my heart that this apprentice is not worthless, at least he really cares about his sisters.

Until this time, without the pressure of the soul, without the Dengtuzi "surrounding him", Feng Yuanjiu realized belatedly——he and the Dengtuzi had never passed each other. Name!

Perhaps he is not the only one who regards the other party as a person who met by chance!

Thinking about the various fragments of the past two days, Feng Yuan's heart that was as calm as still water actually had a slight ripple. After silently reciting the "Pure Heart Sutra" several times, he regained the state of mind that is as calm as water.

Without the hindrance of pulling the soul, Feng Yuanjiu had some thoughts of going back to Ming Xin Peak.

However, Qi Gua asked Tianji, but it was still the big murderer in the house.

Feng Yuanjiu made another hexagram out of nowhere, but it was about his and Deng Tuzi's luck, the two powerful lucks seemed to be entangled in one place.

"Perhaps it's been a long time since I've been in seclusion, and the "Lian Shan Yi" I originally comprehended is no longer enough." Feng Yuanjiu unraveled himself in this way, then sacrificed his flying shuttle, discerned the direction, and flew towards the place that was besieged by the beast horde before. Go—he still wants to catch a cutie Cyclops!

However, after he arrived at the place where the corpses were all over the place, he hadn't found the one-eyed stone ape yet, so he heard a soft and gentle voice and said with a smile: "Brother, you are really easy for me to find!"