I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Xing Minzhi has a very stubborn personality, and Feng Yuanjiu can't tell the truth from the fake just by this sentence.

The thick tree trunks, the branches with young leaves, the vines with thorns, and the dead branches of fire ants covered with long thumbs, all of them rubbed their shoulders and slid past their cheeks. The one-eyed stone ape shot two diamond talismans on his body.

Feng Yuanjiu casually broke off a branch full of fruits from the Yuehua tree that passed by: "Senior brother, walk slowly, let's find a good tree, sit on the clouds, eat the fruits and talk about how we feel ?”

Xing Minzhi didn't even think about it, so he ruthlessly refused: "Not at all, as a brother, I can't lose to Fang Wuji."

Feng Yuanjiu: "..."

"But it's not good for me to refute your intentions." Xing Minzhi smacked his lips, grabbed a fruit from the branch in Feng Yuanjiu's hand, took a big bite, and warned vaguely, "Don't move!" Wrong mind, honestly follow me back to see the temple master, you are fine and I am fine."

Feng Yuanjiu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Xing Minzhi is a real Qi Refining Ninth Level Dzogchen Realm, a person who has half-stepped into the Foundation Establishment Stage, not comparable to Wu Huiniang who just killed the Qi Refining Ninth Level.

Feng Yuanjiu didn't want to fight with his life.

Since the hatchback was able to be safe, Feng Yuanjiu was naturally happy to go back with him to meet the temple master.

Seeing that Xing Minzhi ate Yuehua fruit, it tasted delicious, and the fresh fruit fragrance made Feng Yuanjiu's mouth swell, so he couldn't help but also grabbed a fruit and took a bite - it was sour and astringent, the taste made people doubt life!

It's not what it looks like!

Feng Yuanjiu stroked his stiff tongue, and said, "Brother Si (senior) has such a rich (taste), Xiaoyi (brother) admires it."

Xing Minzhi smashed the fruit core at the little monkey swinging above their heads, made a face at the grinning little monkey, then yanked the fruit for another month, and ate it with great relish: "You can't even flatter a brother." let you go."

Seeing Xing Minzhi eating like this, Feng Yuanjiu felt that his tongue was a little stiff, and he could only express his luck for Xing Minzhi's taste.

Picking a blue and bright Yuehua fruit and handing it to Xing Minzhi who leaned over again, Feng Yuanjiu asked for advice with a serious look: "Senior brother, for the sake of this fruit, tell me why? How about arresting me and going to see the Lord?"

Xing Minzhi didn't feel that he was cannibalistic.

With bulging cheeks with baby fat, he glanced at Feng Yuanjiu after eating the Yuehua fruit in his hand, and then began to talk nonsense: "Uncle Pan suspects that you are a big boss of the magic sect who hides your cultivation. When the gate was wide open, you sneaked into the Yuntai Mountains to murder me, Taiqing Tianjiao, so I was sent to arrest you and bring you back to court!"

Feng Yuanjiu: "..." Only ghosts can believe in you!

Seeing Feng Yuanjiu's froze face full of indescribable words, Xing Minzhi only thought that he was bluffing the pretty little junior, so he talked more and more vigorously: "Tiger stool, pepper water, dragon skin whip, soul refining formation! Are you afraid? Just ask Are you afraid?"

When Xing Minzhi reached out his hand again, Feng Yuanjiu put the branch of the Yuehua tree back into the Qiankun bag, and said expressionlessly, "Well, I'm very scared."

Xing Minzhi sneered, and resentfully said, "It's boring!"

Feng Yuanjiu agreed with a serious face, but secretly thought in his heart, it must make you feel boring, otherwise how can I cultivate immortality quietly.

The junior brother was too serious, too serious to be teased, Xing Minzhi stepped on the flying boat with a bulging childish face, and the flying boat carried him hundreds of feet away in an instant.

Feng Yuanjiu hurriedly covered her face with her sleeves, fearing that if she was not careful, she would be disfigured by the thorny vines hanging from the branches.

Xing Minzhi's flying boat was a high-grade spiritual weapon, and he used all his strength to return to the place where Feng Yuanjiu and Wu Huiniang were fighting.

The corpses of monster beasts that were scattered on the ground had been burned to ashes, and the smell of burnt fragrance still lingered in the air.

Feng Yuanjiu glanced at the embers on the ground and smacked his lips secretly. He wanted to eat roast chicken a little bit. Fortunately, there was still food left in the Qiankun bag. After passing this level, he would be able to have a good meal. At this moment, he needs to thank Deng Tuzi for his generosity .

"It really is that kid from the Feng family."

A lazy and low-pitched voice with a deep and unpredictable meaning pulled back Feng Yuan Jiuguai's reverie about going to roast the chicken.

Feng Yuanjiu followed the voice and looked over, and saw a gentle and elegant Taoist priest, with an incomprehensible smile on his brows and eyes, looking at him warmly and moistly.

This person is none other than Pan Yuchen, the master of Mingde Temple, and the gaze he looks at him seems to have substance.

Feng Yuanjiu was lifted by Xing Minzhi and hung in mid-air with his belt slipped. He couldn't help himself, he didn't know how to react, Xing Minzhi stopped the flying boat just in time.

Xing Minzhi was simmering with bad water in his heart, he suddenly let go of the flying boat while it was still in the air, clearly wanting to throw Feng Yuanjiu to the ground on his face.

Feng Yuanjiu was well aware of Xing Minzhi's temper as a child, so he had been prepared for a long time. The moment Xing Minzhi let go, he grabbed Xing Minzhi's ankle with his backhand.

No matter how tall Xing Min's cultivation base is, his stature is only that of a boy of [-] years old. Feng Yuanjiu's stature is also tall, so he was caught off guard by Feng Yuanjiu, dragged by his ankles and rolled off the flying boat, and fell into the body covered with monster blood. Dyed colorful grass.

The flying boat was only about ten feet high from the ground, and Xing Minzhi didn't have time to react, so he landed directly on his face.

The tip of his nose sank into the soft soil, and the smell of soil mixed with blood made him want to vomit. He was about to get up with his hands on the ground, but was hit by Feng Yuanjiu who fell to the ground later than him for some reason!

Xing Minzhi snorted, and lay back on the colorful grass.

Feng Yuanjiu's slender body firmly crushed the small man, and he really fell into the ground.

Xing Minzhi: "..."

It's unreasonable to be able to land later than him with this amount!Could it be that he cheated people all the year round, and was actually cheated by a little pedantic who doesn't understand the past?

However, Xing Minzhi was puzzled.

Feng Yuanjiu's fall was really ingenious, not intentional at all. Although his entire upper body was firmly pressed against Xing Minzhi's body, his jaw also hit Xing Minzhi's shoulder and broke his lower lip. The bright red blood came from his plump lips It slipped down and almost dripped onto Xing Minzhi's Taoist robe.

Feng Yuanjiu flexed his fingers, wiped off the bright red blood beads with his knuckles, and climbed up from Xing Minzhi's body with his palms on the ground.

Fortunately, Minzhi's small meat pad was used as a cushion, Feng Yuanjiu was not injured except for accidentally breaking his mouth.

The whole body is just a little bit of monster blood on the palms and the hem of the robe, I don't know how much better than Xing Minzhi whose whole body is sunk in the mud.

Curving the corners of his mouth indiscriminately, Feng Yuanjiu got up in a hurry, and accidentally pushed Xing Minzhi, who was halfway up, back to the grass.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!" Xing Minzhi spat out the mud and grass in his mouth, his clear and crisp child voice was full of irritability, "Feng Yuanjiu, did you do it on purpose?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Feng Yuanjiu was very frightened, and hurriedly pulled Xing Minzhi up, "Brother, are you okay? I'm so sorry! I didn't know why I tripped..."

Xing Minzhi casually wiped his brightly colored little bun face, and with a big painted face on his face, he raised his foot and showed Feng Yuanjiu a look at the shoe prints on his calf: "You know now?"

Feng Yuanjiu couldn't help laughing, and then smiled under Xing Min's angry stare.

Feng Yuanjiu took out a handkerchief and leaned over to wipe the colorful mud on Xing Minzhi's face, apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm so worried about hurting senior brother, I'm so anxious." I didn't pay attention to my feet."

"It's best like this!" Xing Minzhi snatched Feng Yuanjiu's handkerchief, wiped his face with the water from Feng Yuanjiu's pinching formula, and pinched the Cleaning Clothes Curse several times, and finally cleaned up his dirty body .

Feng Yuanjiu put away the handkerchief that Xing Minzhi threw to the ground, with a serious face: "I dare not lie to senior brother."

Xing Minzhi glared at Feng Yuanjiu: "It's better that way."

Feng Yuanjiu looked sincere: "That's the case."

It is not an exaggeration to say that Xing Minzhi and Feng Yuanjiu's talk was nonsense, and the two temple masters did not say anything to stop it.

It wasn't until the two of them got to know each other clearly that Meng Yan, the master of Mingxin Temple, said in a flat tone: "Minzhi, don't mess around."

Xing Minzhi's demeanor faltered for a moment, and he responded with a respectful salute: "Yes."

Pan Yuchen, the master of Mingde temple, chuckled: "Senior Brother Meng's disciples are really lively, even if they are not allergic, they are also obedient. I don't know if that kid from the Feng family is also obedient."

No grievances, no enmity, the master of morality and morality repeatedly pointed the words at him, a disciple who just started, and his words were somewhat aimed at the Feng family, and I don't know why this aim came about.

Feng Yuanjiu sneaked a sneak peek at Pan Yuchen again, only to see that the man was still smiling brightly, he was like a fine smiling fox.

Feng Yuanjiu lowered her eyes, retracted her gaze, and waited for Meng Yan's reaction.

Meng Yan tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingertips, and his voice was like a fairy who could not eat fireworks in the world: "I don't need Brother Pan to worry about the disciples I see."

However, Pan Yuchen retorted: "Senior Brother, what you said is wrong! If it was just something that Senior Brother sees, Junior Brother would not say much. But now, the matter is very involved, and it is not your family's business. I hope Senior Brother Mo Yin It’s better if the personal affair misses the business.”

Meng Yan said indifferently: "It's too arbitrary for Junior Brother to make such an assertion before asking clearly."

Pan Yuchen raised his hand and pointed at Feng Yuanjiu: "Because I suspected him earlier and said that it was the senior brother who could not go far, now Minzhi really brought him back, and the senior brother said that he has not asked clearly yet, so he defended him in every possible way, is it just because His surname is Feng?"

Meng Yan asked calmly: "Junior Brother Pan doesn't ask indiscriminately, but insists that it is him. Could it be because his surname is Feng?"

Pan Yuchen chuckled: "So what? How many of his Feng family members are safe?"

Meng Yan shook his head: "Junior Brother Pan is too arbitrary."

"Senior Brother Meng is right, Senior Brother Pan, you have a good look!" A clear and cold female voice came from far to near, and Kun Dao with a little red plum on his forehead sat firmly on the lotus platform and came from the sky, waiting to get close , with a flick of the whisk, "Even if Minzhi brought him back, we can't say that that person is him, maybe he just happened to be practicing nearby, and it's not necessarily true. It's better to wait for Wuji and Manling to return, and ask them carefully before making a conclusion." Late."

Pan Yuchen: "Junior Sister, you have lost your usual integrity."

Kun Dao said indifferently: "I have always been like this."

Sure enough, where there are people, there are disputes, and where there are disputes, there will be cliques. Even true Taoist monks born in the world cannot escape this golden rule.

I knew that Taiqing was not a pure land, but I didn't expect that I could get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg just after entering Taiqing, and the dispute seemed to be caused by his Feng family.

Meng Guanzhu made it clear that he wanted to protect his weaknesses, and this Kun Dao seemed to be partial to Meng Guanzhu.

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyes and secretly looked at Kun Dao who was sitting firmly on the lotus platform, wanting to catch a glimpse of the mysterious true face of the Lord of Meditation, but this glance made his thoughts rush!