I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Feng Yuanjiu's spiritual consciousness penetrated into the jade slip, and the woman who was sitting cross-legged quietly opened her eyes suddenly, with a pair of phoenix pupils, the pupils glowed with dots of fire, with a brilliant look and awe-inspiring power.

Feng Yuanjiu's consciousness shrank back instinctively.

The woman in red curled her lips and smiled lightly: "Little Yuanxiao, why did you see mother running? Huh?"

This title, this tone, is really a real mother!

Feng Yuanjiu probed into another wisp of divine consciousness, merged into one, turned into a human form, and bowed to the woman in red: "Mother, don't blame me, I have already misunderstood my mother once, so don't dare to be reckless again."

Feng Miaoge poked out a ray of consciousness, put it on Feng Yuanjiu's body, and immediately smiled: "So I met your little uncle, is your little uncle more beautiful than your mother?"

The whole body of the incarnation of spiritual consciousness was swept away. In front of Feng Miaoge, he had no more secrets to speak of, but he never thought that his mother's first concern was not the awakening of his primordial spirit, or the arduous journey to Taiqing to apprentice, but this.

Feng Yuanjiu was speechless for a moment, and said: "Mother is heroic, and uncle is gentle and gracious, each has its own merits."

Feng Miaoge laughed heartily.

Feng Yuanjiu suspected that his mother and his little uncle might have cast the wrong gender in the womb: "Don't you think that your 18-year-old son has suddenly become 318 years old..."

Feng Miaoge raised her hand to stop Feng Yuanjiu's voice, and said: "I don't know how many monks who have no hope of immortality in this life are reincarnated and reincarnated every day. Caring about your children's past lives is no different from finding happiness with yourself. If you say you are special, it is just a place of origin. It's a bit special, I don't care where you were in your previous life or how old you were, in this life you are the son of Feng Miaoge of Feng Clan in Qifeng City."

Feng Yuanjiu bowed to Feng Miaoge, thanking her for being open-minded, and also acknowledging this mother.

Feng Miaoge accepted the gift calmly, and immediately smiled: "Furthermore, since you mastered the ancient jade when you were born, I knew that your background is not simple. If I had minded, I would not have raised you."

Feng Yuanjiu: "..." I can't say thank you for not strangling me when I was just born, only silence is golden.

Feng Miaoge had enough of Feng Yuanjiu's helpless face, smiled slightly, and said: "What I said just now is a joke, but also my sincerity, since you were born in my womb, I will respect you For the son."

Feng Yuanjiu made another salute: "Yuanjiu was raised by nature in his previous life, so it's even lucky to have a mother to take care of him in this life!"

"It's good that you don't have any grudges." Feng Miaoge said with a smile, "Actually, if Hu Laodao hadn't calculated that the variables of the world would be born in my belly, I would not have wasted my source to give birth to you. This is also the destiny of heaven, you My destined mother-child relationship."

It is considered that the variables of the world have not been strangled to death, Feng Yuanjiu has nothing to say, and can only say obediently: "Yes."

Feng Miaoge gave Feng Yuanjiu a blank look, and reprimanded lightly: "Don't just pretend to be clever, you have to live up to it, otherwise I will have to have another one."

Feng Yuanjiu thought for a while before realizing it, and said helplessly: "Then I will do my best to stir up this muddy water, and take advantage of the situation to change the old land and change the new sky, so as not to make mother work hard again?"

Feng Miaoge nodded: "That's the reason."

"..." Feng Yuanjiu was speechless, and asked Feng Miaoge, "Should I thank my mother for looking at me so highly?"

Feng Miaoge raised eyebrows: "My son, Feng Miaoge, should be extraordinary!"

Feng Yuanjiu smiled and said, "I'm afraid you have forgotten what your son's qualifications are."

"With "Tai Yi Gui Yuan Xuan Lu" in hand, and you have gained such great benefits as your little uncle, are you embarrassed to use mediocre qualifications as an excuse to prevaricate me?"

"After all, my son's aspirations are not high, and he has tried his best to figure out how to become the master of Taiqing. Who knows that my mother's expectations for me are so high, and I feel a little timid for a while, and I still hope that my mother will forgive me."

Feng Miaoge stared at Feng Yuanjiu, with a half-smile: "I'll wait for my son to become Lord Taiqing."

"..." Feng Yuanjiu looked at Feng Miaoge, "I seem to be a duck being chased away."

Feng Miaoge sneered, and waved her hand to signal Feng Yuanjiu to shut up first: "You and me, mother and son, why do you need to hide? Since you have the heart to be the master, go fight for it!"

Feng Yuanjiu bowed and saluted, which was a tacit agreement.

Feng Miaoge was silent for a moment, tracing Feng Yuanjiu's exquisite and flawless eyebrows and eyes, and there was a touch of melancholy between the brows that were buoyant: "Xiao Yuanxiao, I have something important to do right now, and I can't get away for a while. It is extremely difficult to meet you with this technique of distraction. If you have any difficulties, just go to your three uncles. They will take care of you for me. Even if they are powerless, they will disturb you Your grandfather is here to help you out."

Hearing this, Feng Yuanjiu remembered the so-called amulet given to him by his second uncle that day, and smiled: "Over the years, my son has disturbed my second uncle a lot."

"It's all one family, so if you say it's disturbing, you're seeing outsiders." Feng Miaoge pondered a little, and then said, "Taiqing is not a pure land, and there are countless fights within the sect. The first elder and the head sect have always been at odds When you enter the Ninth Inner Courtyard in the future, you must be cautious when you are a teacher." Feng Miaoge smiled and teased Feng Yuanjiu, "However, this may be a good opportunity for you to become the master of Taiqing."

Feng Yuanjiu bent halfway, then straightened again, helplessly said: "Mother, don't use me for entertainment, I know how much I am, and right now I am not even a true disciple!"

"What's so difficult about true disciples? Just go back and grab the first seat!" Feng Miaoge said it as a matter of course, as if Feng Yuanjiu should be able to grab the seat of the first disciple.

Feng Yuanjiu slightly curled the corners of his mouth, and said, "Exactly."

Feng Miaoge pinched her fingers slightly, and sighed softly: "Time is limited, gossip will stop here. There are a few words I need to say to you, and you should memorize them carefully."

Feng Yuanjiu bowed and said: "Mother, please tell me, my son will listen attentively."

Feng Miaoge took a deep look at Feng Yuanjiu, and said solemnly: "The thing in your palm is not the town tablet of the cave, but the boundary center of the environment."

Feng Yuanjiu raised his head suddenly, his eyes were full of brilliance!

Feng Miaoge smiled and said: "Although you have a heart of boundaries, it is not easy to seize this realm. The danger is beyond words. You have to decide whether to seize it or not. But if you really want to enter Taiqing , this environment should not be missed.”

Feng Yuanjiu resolutely said: "If I was greedy for ease, I would not be alone! Such a chance, even if there is a little danger, there is no reason to miss it!"

"Very good. If that's the case, I'll help you." Feng Miaoge slightly bent her lips, raised her finger, and transformed into a red glow that submerged between Feng Yuanjiu's eyebrows.

One after another, red characters filled Feng Yuanjiu's incarnation of divine consciousness, dashing left and right.

Feng Yuanjiu didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately wrapped the full-blown characters with all his strength, and withdrew the almost fragmented divine consciousness back into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The golden soul of the piano radiated brilliantly, covering all the rampant [-] characters.

The characters were rushing about in the radiance of Qin Po, but they couldn't hold back the radiance of Qin Po in the end, and gave up struggling one after another.

It wasn't until the [-] characters were quietly floating above the sea of ​​consciousness that Feng Yuanjiu breathed a sigh of relief—his own mother and his little uncle, a tycoon in women's clothing, are indeed twins, both of them are twins. The temperament of "hands-on" when there is a disagreement!

The 33 characters are divided into hundreds of columns, with [-] characters in each column, like a scroll of red characters slowly unfolding in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Feng Yuanjiu concentrating on comprehension, found that this is actually the method of absorbing and refining in the realm of the realm. Although there are some extremely strict conditions, it is not impossible for him to do it, and he was ecstatic!

Even though his heart was jumping with joy, Feng Yuanjiu did not hastily and rashly absorb the realm heart in the refining realm.

He first reviewed his experiences over the past few days, studied Wu Huiniang's bamboo flute, golden phoenix hairpin, and fragments of inscriptions, and made sufficient preparations according to the prompts in the red "character scroll". Then he calmed down and started to practice. Melt the wooden heart in your palm.

A red character appeared in the palm of the hand along the Shaoyang Meridian, and turned into a ball of red flames, replacing the pill fire that Feng Yuanjiu didn't have right now, and wrapped Mu Xin.

Mu Xin was only two inches long, but it was extremely difficult to refine it, even if he followed the instructions and dripped blood essence first, with the help of characters, he could only refine it like a strand of hair in one day.

Feng Yuanjiu had expected it a long time ago, so he was not discouraged, and just persisted.

When a character is about to be exhausted, the next character will spontaneously fill the palm, turning into a flame and wrapping Mu Xin.

In this way, one character after another, the flames did not need Feng Yuanjiu's concentration to control, so he concentrated on making the formulas, and printed each talisman into Mu Xin.

There is no time in practice, and monks do not know how long it takes to refine treasures.

I only know that when the 97 characters consumed [-], the whole wooden heart finally turned into a mass of pitch-black liquid, and along with the seal talismans printed in it, it turned into a block that was one inch long and half an inch long. A wide wooden sign, with the words "You Feng Lai Yi" written in seal script.

At the moment when the wooden sign was formed, the whole space suddenly trembled, and the unchanging clear sky suddenly surged with clouds and waves, as if it was about to split open.

A beast claw covered with silver hair tore through the clouds, probed into the middle, and scratched at the wooden house.

The wooden house shook instantly, as if it would turn into powder in the next moment.

Feng Yuanjiu stood up, poured his true energy into his feet, stepped out of the wooden house, looked up at the huge, mountain-like giant claws coming down, and raised his hand to point at the crumbling wooden house.

The inch-long wooden sign flew towards the wooden house and was firmly embedded in the door under the eaves.

The wooden house was fixed in an instant, swaying steadily with the towering ancient trees, and there was a faint sound of phoenix singing in the sky, as if it was heading straight into the sky.

"Huh!" After a soft hum, the giant claw retreated instantly.

Although it is only a short word, it seems to be full of peerless elegance and full of grace and luxury.

A voice that was neither light nor heavy came to his ears, Feng Yuanjiu's chest felt stuffy, his blood surged suddenly, a mouthful of dark red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, slipped through the windless automatic robe, landed on the ground, and soaked in the soil.