I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Liu Zhuangbo guarded the house in the bamboo house, Feng Yuanjiu took the little boy Yuanbao, and quietly went down to Qifeng Mountain.

Feng Xiangyu watched a master and a servant walk out of the Feng family's mountain guard formation without looking back at the top of Qifeng Mountain, sighed softly, turned around and bowed to the rough thatched cottage: "Father, Xiangyu asks to see you!" .”

The door on the thatched hut seemed to fall down at any moment, with a "squeak" sound, it would automatically move without wind.

Feng Xiangyu knew that this was the meaning of her father asking him to go in and answer. She straightened her extremely gorgeous robes, stepped across the threshold with low eyebrows, and her eyes slid along the potholed muddy ground to the hem of the plain white coarse cloth robe that was not stained with a trace of dust. , not daring to move up any more: "Father, brother Jiu has gone down the mountain."

After waiting for a long time, but did not get a response, Feng Xiangyu secretly transported her true essence to her eyes, and bravely raised her eyes to take a quick glance, her eyes hurt.

The invisible coercion that followed caused him to cover his eyes and take a few steps back, until he leaned against the door frame that seemed to be emptied by moths before he could barely stabilize his figure.

After the coercion faded away, Feng Xiangyu pretended to wipe his forehead: "Father! You are fine, why should I take the exam?"

The person sitting on the cloud bed has the same appearance as Feng Xiangyu, but the temperament is quite different.

Feng Anlan was wrapped in a coarse cloth robe, with a section of her hair that was folded casually with a branch of a bud, like an ethereal fairy, without a trace of smoke and fire all over her body: "If your heart to the Tao is half as firm as that of Brother Jiu, you He has already achieved Dongxuan."

Feng Anlan restrained her momentum, and Feng Xiangyu dared to look up at her father. Looking at her father who was several thousand years old but looked a little younger than him, Feng Xiangyu smiled lazily and said, "Father, you still Forgive me, the road to eternal life is difficult, I can't bear that hardship!"

Feng Anlan sighed lightly, and didn't say anything about him: "The fate of Brother Nine is not in Feng's house, let him go."

Feng Xiangyu stared at Feng Anlan and complained: "That's the only flesh and blood of my little sister. You brought a child down the mountain at a young age, and you just said lightly that fate is not here and it's over?"

Feng Anlan glanced at Feng Xiangyu indifferently, but said nothing.

Feng Xiangyu shrunk her neck, and boldly said: "The Dao forgets feelings, everyone pursues the Dao to seek longevity and loses any human touch. What's the point of seeking longevity?"

Feng Anlan pointed and drew a purple character, printed it on a piece of wood at hand, and swept towards Feng Xiangyu's face with a flick of his sleeve: "It's too late for you to give it to him now."

Feng Xiangyu raised her hand to hold the piece of wood, and squeezed Feng Anlan: "That's your only grandson, just give me a broken piece of wood..."

Before Feng Xiangyu finished speaking, Feng Anlan swept her out of the thatched cottage with a flick of her sleeve. Feng Xiangyu was silent for a second to the closed door, and saluted respectfully. Lazy, with a dignified and majestic patriarch.

Feng Yuanjiu took Yuanbao down Qifeng Mountain and out of Qifeng City, suddenly felt something, looked back at the "Xifeng City" embedded in the stone wall on the city gate, and did not move for a long time.

"Since I can't bear it, I just go back with my uncle." Feng Xiangyu stepped down from the void, and stood beside Feng Yuanjiu, "Uncle can protect you for a day, it's better than going out by yourself."

Feng Yuan regained his composure, smiled and shook his head: "I know that my aptitude is mediocre, if I am greedy for ease, I am afraid that I will miss the Dao in this life."

Feng Xiangyu sighed lightly, touched the top of Feng Yuanjiu's head, feeling a little sad: "You have a mind, and uncle knows he can't stop you, but you have to remember that you are a descendant of my Feng family, and your grandfather is With one sword, Feng Anlan from the Six Demon Division of Xihuang Two Prefectures was leveled. Your eldest uncle Feng Jiyu is the second-ranked Dongxuan Daoist in the Heaven Rankings. He is only one step away from the fusion period. Your mother and younger uncle are traveling abroad to find The opportunity of Dongxuan, the achievement of Dongxuan is a matter of time. You are the flesh and blood of my Feng family and the backbone of my Feng family. You don’t need to be afraid of anyone, and you don’t need to be soft when you have disputes with others. Don’t leave troubles for yourself.”

Feng Yuanjiu's eyes were a little sour, and he took a wrong step and moved to the right, hugged Feng Xiangyu's waist, rubbed his eyes on his luxurious robe, a drop of crystal clear liquid slipped down the robe, and landed on the bluestone: "Uncle, don't worry, no one can make me suffer. After I achieve Dongxuan, I will go find the immortal elixir for you, so that you can live forever without suffering, and enjoy the prosperity of the world."

Feng Xiangyu choked for a moment, put the piece of wood he had begged from Feng Anlan into Feng Yuanjiu's hand, and said, "Little brat, just take care of yourself, don't worry about me. This is a gift from your grandfather." The talisman, which can block the blow of the master in the lower body integration stage, you put it away, and it can protect your life at critical moments."

Feng Yuanjiu clasped his palms tightly, lay still on Feng Xiangyu's back, and clear teardrops trickled down the purple robe.

The second uncle treated him better than his parents and sons, and it was his inseparable family affection. In the past three hundred years, he was an orphan who was born as an orphan and suffered all the loneliness in the world until he was brought back to the Taoist temple by his master.

Feng Xiangyu let Feng Yuanjiu hold him and cried for a while, then patted the back of Feng Yuanjiu's hand: "Uncle won't let you go if you cry again."

Feng Yuanjiu let go of his hands, and drew a water polo to wash his face: "When I become a disciple of the Taoist teaching, I will come back to see my uncle."

Feng Xiangyu turned around, looked at the young boy with red eyes, with the green mist lingering around her fingertips brushing over those clear and cold fox eyes, and said with a smile: "Uncle will give you a ride, I hope my young Phoenix will be here from now on." Fairyland is magnanimous."

When the words fell, Feng Xiangyu pointed a little, and a blue cloud landed on Feng Yuanjiu's feet impartially. He grabbed Yuan Bao and Feng Yuanjiu to the top of the blue cloud, raised his hands and flicked his sleeves, and the blue cloud slowly lifted into the sky, floating To the direction of Yuntai Mountains.

Feng Yuan's nine real essence poured into his feet, he grabbed the ingot that was dangling here and there, and looked down at the purple figure standing in front of the city gate, his eyes were a little wet again.

Yuan Bao hugged Feng Yuanjiu's arm tightly, yelled twice, and said excitedly: "Haha! If the fifth young master finds out that the master gave his cloud boat to the young master, he will be so angry again! "

Feng Yuanjiu glanced at Yuanbao, raised his hand to catch the paper crane flying in front of him, and silently transported his true essence, the second uncle's voice came out: "The Taiqing faction has high mountains and long roads, and this cloud boat is still useful, so I will give it to you." I will travel with you instead. There is a sacrificial refining method in the jade slips in the boat, after my spiritual power is exhausted, it will not be too late for you to find a proper place to refine the cloud boat and then go on your way."

There are not only jade slips in the cloud boat, but also more than ten jade bottles, Bigu Pill, Huiyuan Pill, Zhixue Powder, Dudu Pill, and Obstacle Avoiding Pill, and there is even a Foundation Establishment Pill.

Presumably, because he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with the entry test of the Taiqing sect, the second uncle specially gave him the cloud boat, but this cloud boat is a rare magic weapon, and it is also extremely useful to the second uncle, so giving him it is a little bit It's a waste of money.

Feng Yuanjiu held the cold jade slips in his hands, glanced at the crumbling Yuanbao out of the corner of his eye, and an idea came to his mind.

The monk Yuanyingqi sent Feng Yuanjiu and Yuanbao to the border of Lianyun Mountain and Yuntai Mountain with a piece of real yuan, saving them a lot of walking.

The Yuntai Mountains stretch for tens of thousands of miles, like a sleeping giant dragon lying on top of East Qingzhou. Under the protection of the Taiqing School's mountain guard formation, this giant dragon has gathered the essence of East Qingzhou's inspiration. The richness is unmatched by the Lianyun Mountains.

It's just a weed, and the ones on the Yuntai Mountains are much stronger than the ones on the Lianyun Mountains.

Looking at Yuntai Mountain towering into the sky amidst the lingering spiritual mist, Feng Yuanjiu couldn't help being fascinated.

The true energy in the cloud boat was exhausted, and it turned into a cloud the size of a fist and landed in Feng Yuan's nine palms.

Feng Yuanjiu held two flying talismans, let his body fall from a thousand miles high, and stuck the flying talismans on Yuanbao and himself just before falling to the ground.

He landed gracefully and perfectly, while Yuan Bao nearly broke into a pancake when he landed on his buttocks.

Yuan Bao got up from the ground clutching his buttocks, daring to speak out.

Feng Yuanjiu straightened the sleeves of his robe that were a little messed up by the wind, and walked towards the ruined temple not far away.

It was probably because the second uncle sent them off when his mood was unsteady and he turned the direction. The place where they landed was a bit far from Shuangyun Town, which is sandwiched between the Yuntai Mountain Range and the Lianyun Mountain Range. However, there are disadvantages as well as advantages. It can save Xiao Xiao from coveting this cloud boat.

The cobwebs in the ruined temple were densely packed, and after half a foot of dust, it was obvious that no one had come to offer sacrifices for a long time.

Feng Yuanjiu pinched a few dust-removing formulas in succession, collected three large groups of accumulated dust and threw them out of the temple, and then summoned a group of clean water to disperse the floating dust in the temple, and returned the temple to its original state. face.

The mottled shrine enshrined turned out to be a statue of the God of Wealth. Feng Yuanjiu took out a few fresh melons and fruits from the Qiankun bag and placed them on the altar, and prayed decently with his hands clasped together.

After paying homage to the landlord of the God of Wealth Temple, Feng Yuanjiu took out a moonlight straw mat from his Qiankun bag and spread it on the open space, sat on it, and called out: "Yuanbao."

Yuan Bao lowered his hands and stood outside the straw mat: "Master."

Feng Yuan Jiuduan measured the little boy with baby fat on his face, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I forgot to give Second Uncle something, I want you to send it back for me, maybe you can do it?"

Yuan Bao's round face wrinkled into a bun: "Master, do you think Yuan Bao is useless and don't plan to ask for Yuan Bao anymore?"

Feng Yuanjiu really regretted bringing a mortal boy on the road, so he said bluntly: "The future is unpredictable, and I regret bringing you, but there is indeed an important thing that I need you to send to the second place for me. Uncle's hands."

Yuan Bao stared at Feng Yuanjiu with a weeping face, and finally lost to Feng Yuanjiu's flawless face: "After delivering the things to the master, where can I find the young master?"

Feng Yuanjiu shook his head, raised his finger and pointed to the mountains outside the temple, and said: "I want to worship in Taiqing, if you want to find me in Taiqing, there is nothing wrong with coming to Taiqing. However, you, a mortal boy, want to Going across the Yuntai Mountains is nothing short of a dream, after delivering the things, go to the bamboo house and be Zhuangbo's companion."

Yuan Bao grinned, and his smile was uglier than crying: "Master, Yuan Bao is your life and death is your ghost. Since you think Yuan Bao is a drag, Yuan Bao will go to the bamboo house and wait for you to return to Feng's house before serving you."

Feng Yuanjiu handed a piece of handkerchief to Yuan Bao, and asked him to wipe away his tears: "It's because I didn't think well enough to bring you out hastily. I can allow you one thing. You can say what you think."

Yuan Bao took the handkerchief that Feng Yuanjiu handed him, put it into his bosom, raised his arm, wiped his nose with his sleeve, knelt down and kowtowed: "Young master, Yuan Bao has nothing else to ask for, but the young master to bestow a cultivation method. , after Yuan Bao has practiced his skills, he can come to the young master again."

Feng Yuanjiu sighed softly, feeling the love of master and servant, and finally gave Yuan Bao the Feng Clan's entry method.

Yu took Yuanbao to the chariot and horse dealer in a nearby town by flying shuttle, rented a carriage and sent Yuanbao and his second uncle's cloud boat away. temple.

The dilapidated temples, the blue lanterns accompanied by the gods, seem to have returned to the days when they were alone in the quiet room accompanied by the blue lanterns in the previous life.

Feng Yuanjiu couldn't help but feel a little melancholy, Yubai's hand brushed across his chest, and the beautiful jade around his waist turned into a Fuxiqin and laid it on the piano table.

Concentrate and calm, burn incense with clean hands, and play strings with bare hands, and the long and distant sound of heaven and earth pours out.

Feng Yuanjiu was so excited, one song after another, unconsciously played the meditation song in the "Secret Book of Immemorial Heavenly Music", like the sound of the sound of nature flowing out endlessly, from the ruined temple with air leaks everywhere Floating to the distant mountains and forests, it calmed down the nocturnal animals, as if even the mountain wind had calmed down.

The crescent moon hangs high, and the clear and cold moonlight sprinkles into the ruined temple, reflecting the people in the temple like grass and tree spirits that make people forget their souls, and they can't help but stop for them.

Feng Yuanjiu played the last note of the song with his right hand in the harmony of a phoenix and a phoenix. With a touch of his left hand, he put away the Fuxiqin that had turned into a jade pendant again, and looked at the man under the moonlight outside the temple indifferently.

The man stood there quietly, with a radiant look, and a three-point smile on his light-colored thin lips, as if he wanted to ridicule all the people in the world, as if he had seen all the injustices of an immortal, and Feng Yuanjiu secretly praised him A good song.

With the help of the sound of the zither, Fang got rid of the danger of being insane. Following the sound of the zither to this point, he came here as a thank you. When he met Feng Yuanjiu's gaze, he suddenly felt a sense of meddling. The visitor's eyes were as calm as an ancient pond With a hint of a smile, he said with a bright smile: "Beauty under the moon, you forget the vulgarity when you see it."