I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Feng Yuanjiu looked at that person indifferently, and the good feelings he felt at the first sight dissipated in an instant. If it weren't for the fact that his late stage primordial spirit couldn't see through this person's cultivation, he must have already slashed out with a single sword. .

The visitor didn't seem to realize that he was an abrupt beauty. He walked into the ruined temple under the moonlight, and the layers of black robes swayed, and the hem of the wind swayed with water patterns, reflecting a little bit of starlight. .

Feng Yuanjiu sat without moving, only when the man came to his mat, he threw out a ripe persimmon to occupy the place ahead of time.

The orange persimmon juice dripped, Feng Yuanjiu frowned, and felt the urge to strike with a sword.

The visitor looked at Feng Yuanjiu and gave a chuckle. With a flick of his hand, he rolled up the juice on the moon-white mat and threw it to the open space next to him. He lifted up his robe and Shi Shiran sat on the mat: "Beauty The invitation is kind, but it is not beautiful, so I have to be abrupt."

Having been disturbed by Qingxiu, repeatedly called a beauty, and touched twice in a row, Feng Yuanjiu seemed to live in a small puffer fish in his heart, with thorns all over his body, on the verge of bursting.

However, the coming person's cultivation is advanced, and he can't cut it off if he wants to. He can only cut off the good mat with a sword to show the boundary.

The visitor seemed to have seen through Feng Yuanjiu's hidden grievances, and laughed unscrupulously, laughing at Feng Yuanjiu's childishness, looking at Feng Yuanjiu's cool and beautiful face with a full smile, and continued to tease: " If you meet Xianyin by chance, you will know that the opportunity has come, and following the fairy sound to find this place, it really led me to find my beauty under the moon, luckily! Fortunately!"

Meng Lang behaved like this, really blinded Zhou Zheng's handsome face and wasted his dusty temperament!

It's a pity, it's a pity, otherwise, with this face alone, he would be very willing to make friends with this person, now!

Feng Yuanjiu laughed heartily: "It's a blessing for you to disturb people's Qingxiu."

The visitor smiled, and casually entangled with Feng Yuanjiu: "Heaven and earth have no master, you cultivate your way, and I cultivate mine, so why bother? You open your mouth and say that I disturbed your Qingxiu. What about the sound of your piano disturbing my meditation?"

Feng Yuanjiu said indifferently: "There is nothing wrong with the sound of the piano. If you are disturbed, it is because your mood is unstable. Besides, how do I know if you have benefited from the sound of my piano or whether you have benefited from it? Are you really disturbed by the sound of my piano?"

"What a sharp-toothed, sharp-mouthed little beauty!" The visitor smiled, "However, your appearance is the source of trouble, and your mouth is the cause of trouble. If you don't grind your temper, I'm afraid you won't." There are a few opportunities to clean up."

Even though he had [-] years of cultivation in his previous life, Feng Yuanjiu was still aroused by this man's few words, and his mood was almost broken.

Feng Yuanjiu flipped his palms, and a round turtle-back scute the size of a pigeon egg appeared in the palm of his hand. Yubai fingertips brushed against the warm tortoise shell.

The visitor's eyes fell on those hands that couldn't pick out any blemishes, admiring them majestically, and didn't look away for a long time.

It wasn't until Feng Yuanjiu collected the tortoise shell and played with it in his palm that he asked with interest: "Is this Yi Shu? Are you the descendant of Tianji Pavilion?"

Tianji Pavilion is a very special sect in Kyushu. The dojo is a floating heavenly pavilion. It is said that the floating heavenly pavilion floats on Kyushu all the year round.

Tianji Pavilion is neither mysterious nor demonic. The disciples don't ask about longevity, they only ask about the secrets of the heavens, and all they practice are the skills of spying on the secrets of the heavens. It's not surprising that this disciple asked this question.

Feng Yuanjiu raised his hand and waved away the hexagrams condensed in the air with his inspiration, thinking secretly. Sure enough, the hexagrams showed that this child was actually entwined with his luck, and it was in a dark and incomprehensible state. I'm afraid it was either an obstacle in his immortal journey or he asked variable.

Feng Yuanjiu frowned in thought, ignoring the person he had identified as a disciple.

The visitor didn't take it seriously, and pointed at the inspiration vortex created by Feng Yuanjiu's wave of his hand: "What did you figure out?"

Feng Yuanjiu glanced over that jade-skinned hand. The index finger was long and slender, with well-defined joints, but it exuded endless strength. It should be a person who cultivated both strength and law.

Secretly thought it was a pity, the soul of a disciple was contained in such a good-looking skin.

Feng Yuanjiu suddenly raised his eyes and smiled: "I figured out that you are born with evil spirits, the five elements are immoral, and you are doomed to be lonely all your life."

The person who came came smiled, but without seeing how he moved, his figure had already moved within nine feet of Feng Yuan.

The hand that was secretly praised by Feng Yuanjiu just now stretched out slowly, pinched Feng Yuanjiu's chin, and asked with a smile: "Believe it or not, I will make you into a furnace and always be by my side. Solve the lonely life."

Although this person had a smile in his eyes, what he said was not a joke or a threat, but he meant it seriously.

Feng Yuanjiu looked at the other party's handsome and upright face expressionlessly, and silently clenched the piece of wood that was hidden in his palm by taking out the tortoise shell: "Letter."

The visitor looked down from Feng Yuanjiu's eyes, glanced at the auspicious phoenix pattern on Feng Yuanjiu's collar, and finally settled on Ruochun peach-like lips, and said: "It's a pity."

Feng Yuanjiu pretended that he was regretting his immortal journey, and was about to activate the talisman on the wood chip to block the apprentice's capture, but unexpectedly, the apprentice suddenly let go of his hand , Feng Yuanjiu was a little dazed for a while.

Looking at the beauty's dazed look, he felt a little eager to blacken him.

The visitor suppressed the delusional thoughts in his heart, chuckled, suddenly swept Meng Lang away, and punched Feng Yuanjiu with a serious look: "Forgive me, fellow daoist, I just made a joke with you on a whim. "

A dull pain in his jaw reminded him that this was no joke.

Feng Yuanjiu looked at Deng Tuzi who had suddenly become a modest gentleman with a blank face, and mocked lightly: "Fellow Daoist, this interest is really unique."

The person who came laughed loudly, took out a wine gourd from the Qiankun bag with his backhand, raised his head and poured a sip of the immortal wine, and said, "It was me, Meng Lang, just now. But it is fate that you and I meet in this ancient temple on a barren mountain. Why don't you let it go?" Prejudice, wouldn't it be pleasant to sit and discuss the Tao by the moonlight, and drink a pot of immortal wine?"

The visitor seemed to sit down casually, but blocked all his exits, Feng Yuanjiu couldn't leave, and he was really against his will when he answered, he took the wine gourd handed to him by the other party without expression and didn't put it in his mouth. While sending him off, he nonsense lightly: "If we meet by chance and discuss with you without knowing the basics, I will be served by my father's family law when I go home."

The visitor was unmoved, pointed at the wine gourd, and insisted on asking Feng Yuanjiu to have a sip: "Meeting by chance is also fate, or does it mean that you want to be with me day and night, and meet me after you relieve my lonely fate?" drink?"

Feng Yuanjiu stared at the fox eyes slightly. He has lived for 310-[-] years in two lifetimes, and this is the first time he has encountered such a person who contradicts himself, turns black and white, and has no face: "If you are a fellow Taoist who deceives people too much, it is not easy to escape, but it is not difficult to seek death." .”

The visitor raised his eyebrows and chuckled, pinched Feng Yuanjiu's wrist with his knuckle-boned hands, and forcibly brought the wine gourd to Feng Yuanjiu's lips, forcing him to take a sip of the immortal wine: "So that you know, if it falls on me In my hands, begging to die is more difficult than begging to live. But since you are a descendant of the Feng family, I will spare you this experience, as long as you are obedient, I will not use you to relieve my lonely life."

As a human being in two lifetimes, the first time he drank was the extremely potent immortal wine. Feng Yuanjiu was choked and coughed for a long time, the burning sensation went from his throat into his internal organs, and then returned to his face, making him feel so hot. His face seemed to be dyed red, and his eyes seemed to be condensed with fairy dew. It could be seen that the delusion that was forcibly suppressed was a little bit ready to move.

The visitor raised his hand and pinched Feng Yuanjiu's cheek, hiding his selfishness and said dignifiedly: "This amount of alcohol is really worrying, you are not allowed to drink in front of others in the future, shame on you."

Feng Yuanjiu was a little dizzy from the sip of the wine, narrowed her naturally charming fox eyes slightly, stared intently at the apprentice who seemed to have turned into two, forgot to guard for a while, and said curiously: "If so If there is no difference, the Taoist friend should practice the method of the Demon Sect. The monks of the Demon Sect have always sought freedom from their own hearts. I don’t know what the relationship between you and the Feng family is, but they are so deep that they are willing to curb their desires and hinder them. The level of practice."

The visitor raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, if Feng Yuanjiu's eyes were not too clear, he almost thought that this beauty was trying to seduce him.

Stretching out his hand to brush the back of Ruomei's porcelain hand, he took back the wine gourd held in the arms of the beauty, and took a sip of wine by himself. It's too much, I allow you to call me brother."

Feng Yuanjiu frowned, stared at Deng Tuzi, and didn't respond.

The visitor looked at Feng Yuanjiu with great interest, and said in a persuasive manner, "Good boy, call me brother to listen."

Feng Yuanjiu shook his head, and said, "Teacher Deng."

The visitor laughed angrily at Feng Yuanjiu's sound as an apprentice, reached out and pinched Feng Yuanjiu's chin, and asked, "What did you call me?"

Feng Yuanjiu was taken on the head by the gods, and he said frankly: "Dengtuzi."

"Since I've been called a disciple, I'd be too sorry for my stature if I didn't do something like a disciple." She kissed the lips he had coveted for a long time, and fed the hard-to-find spiritual wine into Feng Yuanjiu's mouth one mouthful at a time.

Feng Yuanjiu swallowed the nectar instinctively, even wanting to swallow it with his wantonly aggressive tongue.

The man gave a low laugh, pinching Feng Yuanjiu's chin, Renyou Feng Yuanjiu entangled him for a while like a drunk cat, then turned his defense into an offense, and tasted the full wine Fragrant, soft and delicious lips and tongue.

Reluctantly let go, the man stroked his moist and attractive lips with his thumb, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that you are from the Feng family, otherwise..."