I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

It really was him!In this way, it is not considered that he deceived the elders of the master!

After teasing himself in his heart, Feng Yuanjiu looked up at Kang Xuanyi.

A pair of phoenix eyes are deep and indifferent, and the gaze that falls on him is sharper than ever before. The light-colored thin lips that always spit out teasing words at will are slightly pursed, and the smirk that comes from the heart is pursed away. The three-point unrestrained smile drawn by the subtle arc is also mixed with a hint of sarcasm.

It's just that they exchanged names, Feng Yuanjiu didn't know why this Kang Xuanyi suddenly looked like two different people.

Feng Yuanjiu frowned slightly, and then relaxed his brows, and met Kang Xuanyi again with a calm expression: "I didn't know it was my elder brother face to face when we met several times, so I'm rude."

The person is still the person who becomes more agreeable every time I see him, but this person's surname is Feng and his name is Yuanjiu.

Kang Xuan stared at Feng Yuanjiu with heavy eyes, his emotions were really complicated and difficult to distinguish, he seemed to have regrets, but also seemed to be a little bit unwilling, and finally all turned into pickiness.

Looking Feng Yuanjiu from head to toe, Kang Xuanyi asked knowingly with some impoliteness: "Are you Feng Yuanjiu?"

Feng Yuanjiu didn't know why, and didn't know where Kang Xuanyi's sudden hostility came from. He quietly held the life-saving wood chip that his grandfather gave him in his palm, and nodded calmly: "Exactly."

Kang Xuanyi's eyes still fell on Feng Yuanjiu's almost flawless face, but it was no longer ambiguous as before, and even a little cold: "Are you accurate in divination?"

This question is a bit irrelevant, however, Feng Yuanjiu seems to have been opened up to Ren Du's second vein suddenly!

"Kang Xuanyi is the second son of the head of the Kang family, and his mother is the patriarch of the Kang family..."

"Kang Xuanyi has a younger sister named Kang Linglong, who is very fond of her. Kang Linglong wants the stars in the sky, and Kang Xuanyi can pick up the Milky Way, so that all the stars in the sky fall into the mortal world, and Kang Linglong can choose which kind of favorite. "

"Kang Xuanyi only has the Dao in his heart, where did he get a Taoist partner? In the whole world, only his younger sister can leave a mark in his heart. It can be said that Kang Linglong is his only reverse scale, which cannot be touched."

On that day, Fang Wuji's casual chatter was still in his ears, and Feng Yuanjiu suddenly had a guess that he didn't even dare to think about. If the guess was true, would Kang Xuanyi hit him directly when we met again?

Thinking about the hexagrams he made for Kang Xuanyi's younger sister that day, Feng Yuanjiu suddenly felt that the whole person was not well.

With all kinds of thoughts going back and forth in his mind, Feng Yuanjiu, with a face like a flower in a high mountain, slandered himself with great desire to survive: "I have explored all the ways of divination on my own, probably nine out of ten hexagrams. No."

Kang Xuan's expression softened a little when he heard the words, and he took a deep look at Feng Yuanjiu without saying yes or no.

Gui Haichen stared at the two who suddenly became serious, smiled meaningfully, and asked Kang Xuanyi: "Does the little beauty still divination? Why don't you ask him to divination for us?" ?”

"You don't need to divination. The dewy marriage is as numerous as the galaxy. I don't need to divination. I only ask about longevity, not about marriage." Kang Xuan stared at Feng Yuanjiu after finishing this sentence, then ignored Feng Yuanjiu and directly grabbed Gui Haichen Xing walked away on the clouds.

But before leaving, Kang Xuanyi left a word for Feng Yuanjiu, he said: "Then Wan Muchun was killed by me, Kang Xuanyi, you didn't know about it."

The voice of this sentence was so weak that it seemed that it would be blown into pieces by the mountain wind at any moment, but it fell into Feng Yuanjiu's ears very clearly, causing waves of ripples in his heart, which was as calm as still water.

Feng Yuanjiu pursed his lips tightly, staring at the black cloud that melted into the sky in an instant, he was a little dazed for a while.

The fiery red soul phoenix groaned, and pulled Feng Yuanjiu's collar with its sharp beak in the southeast direction.

Feng Yuan returned to his senses, silently recited a few lines of the "Pure Heart Sutra", and said slowly, "Please lead the way."

This time the soul phoenix did not fly around Feng Yuanjiu with its huge wings, but turned into a slap and landed on Feng Yuanjiu's shoulder, pecking Feng Yuanjiu's cheek from time to time to guide the way.

The dense forest is not conducive to flying, and he doesn't want to attract attention when flying thousands of miles high, so Feng Yuanjiu had to stick two sprinting charms on his legs, walking through the dense branches and low-hanging vines, occasionally Monster snakes of various colors, as thick as a bucket or as thin as a tail finger, opened their mouths and sprayed venom at him. There were bowl-sized monster toads bouncing around his feet, and strange insects as thin as cicada wings and transparent all over the branches. Put it on his face.

There seemed to be noisy sounds not far ahead, Feng Yuanjiu was distracted, and was covered in that strange insect, the crystal clear insect body was stuck on his face, it was sticky and greasy, it was weird It smelled like cilantro, and it made him want to vomit.

This piece of forest is obviously grown by Wolongyuan, it is very moist, and the inspiration is extraordinarily strong, the water drawn by pinching formula is more than twice that of usual days, but it is still clear water several times by pinching formula, before the face is wiped clean. The sticky insect liquid was washed away, but there was still a faint smell of coriander in his breath.

Feng Yuanjiu rubbed the tip of his nose depressedly, steamed the water droplets on his forehead and chin with a formula, straightened his slightly messy robes, turned his head to look at Hunfeng who was pecking his face and urging him to move forward, and said softly Ask: "Are you sure?" The strange insects in that direction almost hung a thousand layers of curtains on the branches, with almost no way to pass.

Hunfeng pecked Feng Yuanjiu's cheek again, spread her wings and flew in the air with a pattern very similar to the Feng clan emblem, and then flew towards the densely packed monster swarm first.

Feng Yuanjiu had no choice but to slap a Vajra Talisman on his body, and followed with a frown.

Fortunately, the strange insects seemed to be extremely afraid of fire. Wherever the soul phoenix passed by, those watery strange insects all turned to dryness, and when a gust of mountain wind blew, they shattered into dust and fell into the mud made of rotten leaves.

Feng Yuanjiu walked quickly in a hurry, and followed Hunfeng straight to the noisy place.

The noise became more and more clear, and it seemed that someone was whispering.

Feng Yuanjiu slowed down, and stuck two more Vajra Talismans on his body, then followed the direction Hunfeng flew away, bypassed a clump of vine walls covered with small yellow flowers, and followed.

After turning the corner, there is a hole in the sky.

There was no confrontation between monks as expected, nor crowds of rotting corpses and beasts in mud, but a sea of ​​purple flowers.

The movement of Xixisuo is the sound of wind blowing through the sea of ​​flowers, and the leaves rubbing against one place, and the whispering is the sound of flapping grass and tree elves playing among the stamens.

At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, there is a towering old tree, with exquisite wooden houses built among the branches, vines climbing all over the roof, and tiny red flowers blooming.

This is simply a paradise, a fairyland on earth.

Feng Yuanjiu stopped, watching Hunfeng hovering on the roof of the wooden house through the sea of ​​flowers, watching Hunfeng turn around and scream at him, then plunged into the wooden house where the veil was swaying in the wind, and asked good or bad luck with the tortoise shell.

The hexagram is auspicious - it is advisable to form a relationship, meet relatives and friends, and avoid stagnation.

Feng Yuanjiu held the tortoise shell in the palm of his backhand, slid his fingertips over the hexagrams floating in the air, and stepped into the flower field.

The broken hexagrams turned into a little bit of spiritual mist and fell on the ground. Wherever they passed, the soft and tough weeds suddenly rose an inch, as if everything was growing where Feng Yuanjiu walked.

Plant spirits of different shapes came following the surging inspiration, dancing around Feng Yuanjiu's body.

Feng Yuan Jiuduan measured for a moment, then formed a seal of master and slave and shot at one of the black grass elves with a cold face.

The blood-red seal went straight to the center of the plant elf's eyebrows, but it didn't fit as expected, but passed through his body and floated into the weeds on the ground.

And the black plant elves turned into spots of light in an instant, and immediately the hordes of plant elves also turned into spots of light.

A gust of mountain wind blew by, and the spots of light flying all over the sky were wrapped in the center by miniature tornadoes and rotated with the wind. At the flick of a finger, groups of colorful butterflies flew out of the small tornadoes, dancing around the entire sea of ​​flowers.

Feng Yuanjiu sighed regretfully, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

It turns out that in this fairyland, the flowers are real, but the plant spirits are just powerful means. I just don't know if the wooden house on the ancient tree is real or an illusion, and I don't know which ancestor of the Feng family was born in this mysterious ancestral hiding place. Such a dreamy private residence has been set up in this land.

But to be able to have such means, at least one should be a Dongxuan Daoist.

Hunfeng in the wooden house seemed impatient to wait, Qingyue's voice urged Feng Yuanjiu one after another.

Feng Yuanjiu restrained his posture, didn't hesitate any longer, tapped his feet lightly, and landed on the branches of the ancient tree in a few ups and downs, pulling up the purple gauze curtain on the wooden house door.

As he expected, the furnishings in the wooden house are full of the atmosphere of his daughter's home, such as the exquisite dressing table, the purple curtains on the cloud bed and the colorful brocade quilt, and even the elegant orchid and graceful characters on the small red clay stove. ...

Everywhere shows that the owner of this place is a nun.

He was really curious about the identity of this member of the Feng clan, and what was the purpose of taking so much trouble to lure him here.

It's not that Feng Yuanjiu has never suspected that this is a temporary cave where his missing mother lived temporarily. However, when his mother left home, she was only a monk in the Nascent Soul stage. In order to make progress, it is impossible to achieve Dongxuan in such a short period of time, right?

If it is true, his mother is too arrogant.

Seeing Feng Yuanjiu coming in, Hunfeng took a purple stone from the cloud bed and brought it to Feng Yuanjiu's palm, pecked Feng Yuanjiu's fingertips abruptly, and wiped the blood on the beak. on purple stones.

As the blood seeped into the stone, a halo gradually appeared on the purple stone, Feng Yuanjiu understood, and immediately squeezed a few drops of blood onto the purple stone.

The purple stone halo flourished, holding the soul phoenix in the middle, blending with each other, and turned into a graceful beauty in an instant.

This man has a crooked head and crescent eyebrows, and a pair of Feng family's iconic phoenix eyes are shining brightly.

With the cloud bun swaying up and down, the fiery red palace dress dragged the floor, the waist was tightly tied, and golden flames danced on the ribbons of the clothes, without wind and automatically.

Feng Yuanjiu only took one look at this person's true face, then immediately knelt down and kowtowed in salute.

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