I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

When Feng Yuanjiu woke up from the hangover, the sky was already bright. He rubbed his aching temples and woke up. He looked around, but he didn't see the figure of Deng Tuzi. A false alarm is just a dream.

However, the dried persimmon juice on the ground, half of the moonlight straw mat missing, and the bold and unrestrained handwriting on the remaining half of the mat all reminded him that he was almost caught and made into a furnace last night. That Deng Tuzi recognized him as a descendant of the Feng family and stopped him in time. I'm afraid last night was more than just a drunk.

——If you have to take a step ahead, you must call me brother when we meet again.

On the remaining half of the moonlight grass mat, Feng Yuanjiu was at a loss to see the flamboyant handwriting.

His memory disappeared when the first sip of wine entered his throat. He really didn't know what happened after he was drunk, and whether there was any abnormality in his soul. This joke was just a momentary whim of the apprentice.

Feng Yuanjiu was a little annoyed because of the sudden visit of the apprentice, and delayed the whole night's cleansing. He habitually looked inside to check the operation of his own true essence, but was pleasantly surprised to find that the true essence in the sea of ​​qi was actually condensed and pure. Quite a lot, after thinking about it, it can only be attributed to the sip of strong wine that the apprentice forced him to drink.

The wine is good wine, but it is too strong, so hot that his lips and tongue are still hot and uncomfortable.

Feng Yuanjiu touched his lips that seemed to be a little swollen than usual, swallowed a pill of Bigu Pill, flicked his sleeves and put away the mat that had been trampled by the apprentice, and walked out of the ruined temple.

This temple is located at the boundary of Lianyun Mountains, but it is facing Yuntai Mountains. Walking 200 meters forward, you can enter Yuntai to find immortals.I am afraid that it is such a convenient location that made this Temple of the God of Wealth gradually fall into disrepair.

The Yuntai Mountains are the Taoist place of the Taiqing Sect, the number one Taoist sect in East Qingzhou. It is shrouded in clouds and mist all day long, like a vast sea of ​​clouds connecting the sky. When the mountain gate is opened every ten years, the clouds and mist will dissipate a little, revealing a faint Joyo's mountain ranges come here, so that those who can devote themselves to the Tao can enter and seek the Tao.

At this time, the figure of Taiqing disciple Feitian Dundi will inevitably appear in the world, and mortals will look at it as if they saw a fairy.

If it is spread among mortals, it will become a god in the sea of ​​clouds, living on the fairy mountain in the sea of ​​clouds.

At this time, when the Taiqing sect opened the gate of the mountain, the green hills stretching thousands of miles are hidden among the surrounding clouds and mists, the pavilions, towers and pavilions are indistinct, and the monks walking in the sky are ethereal like immortals, which is nothing more than a fairyland on earth.

Talking about mortals, even Feng Yuanjiu is fascinated by looking at the past, wishing to become one of those flying and escaping immediately.

But he also knows that he still has a long way to go to travel freely among the ten peaks of Yuntai.

The Taiqing sect has three halls, nine courtyards and six temples. The third hall is located on Yuntai Mountain, the deepest part of the Yuntai Mountains, which goes straight into the sky. Surrounding the nine peaks on the side of Yuntai Mountain is the Inner Nine Courtyards. These ten peaks are the Taiqing sect. Its core, non-inner disciples are not allowed to enter.

Beyond the ten peaks, it is the place where all kinds of disciples practice, and the blessed land and cave have their own distribution rules.

The Taiqing sect opened the mountain gate widely, and it was not the gate of the inner nine courtyards, but the outer six temples.

There are no distinctions in the outer six temples, as long as you pass the three entrance exams, you can stay in the temple to practice, and if you succeed in building a foundation, you can enter the inner nine courtyards.

Before leaving, Zhuang Bo told him one thing - in the Taiqing sect, only the first disciple of Liuguan cannot be the real disciple, and the non-true disciple cannot compete for the position of the nine great disciples.Only by becoming a disciple of the Ninth Great Disciple, can there be an endless supply of resources, and only by becoming a disciple of the Ninth Great Disciple, can one be qualified to seek news about his mother.Therefore, whether it is to ask about longevity or to search for the trace of his mother, since Feng Yuanjiu is determined to be Taiqing, he has no choice but to become a true disciple.

For Zhuang Bo's words, Feng Yuan Ninth Grade went out to ask endless fights on the road, but he was not afraid.A monk practiced against the sky, where did he come from the magnanimity of the immortal journey?In his previous life, he was born in the doomsday era, with a lack of inspiration, and the spiritual plants were almost extinct. Every chance was a conspiracy between the weak and the strong. He still exhausted his lifespan for 300 years, and finally died because of incomplete skills and lack of inspiration. at any chance.

The nine disciples are Zhuang Bo's expectations of him, but his ambition is on Yuntai Mountain.

Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, he is not afraid.

Feng Yuanjiu straightened his robe, and stepped into the cloud-shrouded mountain forest without looking back. This journey of one hundred thousand miles is the first journey of his long life, and the appearance and six views in the depth of one hundred thousand miles are The beginning of his journey.

After crossing the border between Lianyun Mountain Range and Yuntai Mountain Range, a strong inspiration poured into his body from his limbs and bones, and the drowsiness caused by hangover disappeared, and Feng Yuanjiu looked refreshed in an instant.

The Taiqing Sect really has a profound background, and the mountain guard formation is extraordinary. The concentration of inspiration in the border of the Yuntai Mountains alone has surpassed the concentration of inspiration in the spiritual veins and eyes of the sect in his previous life. I don't know what the richness looks like, I'm afraid it's not because the thickened water has gathered into a large expanse of spiritual lakes.

It really makes people who lack inspiration and fear have to covet and have high morale.

Greedyly breathing in the fresh and rich inspiration, Feng Yuanjiu pinched the tortoise shell to predict the good and bad luck of all parties, and without hesitation chose the southeast direction of the auspicious sign.

I wanted to take advantage of the lack of people at this time, sell some spirit stones, and use spirit boats instead of travel to save some footsteps, but found that flying is banned in this place.

The spirit boat couldn't work, the flying shuttle couldn't work, and the flying talisman couldn't work either. Feng Yuanjiu took out two crumpled yellow papers from the Qiankun bag -- these were the sprinting talismans looted from Yuanbao on a whim.

According to Yuan Bao's explanation, this sprinting talisman does not need to be activated by real energy, and there is no magic formula to activate it. It only needs to be pasted on the legs to be able to walk like flying.

Feng Yuanjiu lifted up his robe and measured his legs for a moment, finally chose a part that would not affect the appearance, and pasted the two running talismans on it.

It was the first time that Feng Yuanjiu used such a talisman, it was a novelty. With one step, he went straight a foot away, and bumped straight into a big tree that was as thick as two adults hugging each other.

With a muffled sound of "Boom!", Feng Yuanjiu's forehead suddenly felt a big bump, and the yellow-haired monkey who was dozing in the branches and leaves suddenly jumped out and laughed at Feng Yuanjiu.

Feng Yuanjiu glared at the mischievous little monkey angrily, and wiped the Qiankun bag on his waist with his right hand, and a black sword with no trace appeared in his palm.

Holding the sword in his hand, Feng Yuanjiu slashed at the little monkey.

The little monkey nimbly avoided the trajectory of the sword, grabbed the branch and swung to the big tree next to it, threw something backhand at Feng Yuanjiu, made a grimace and disappeared without a trace.

The bag that was knocked out of the tree just now was hit by a stone again, and it hurts.

Green true essence appeared in Feng Yuan's nine palms, and he repeatedly rubbed his forehead a few times dumbfounded, only then did the swelling and pain disappear.

The appearance of the little monkey reminded Feng Yuanjiu that this place is not a past life with a lack of inspiration, but a land of Jiuzhou full of inspiration. Even an ordinary monkey is so psychic, it is impossible in the thousands of miles of mountains. There are no monsters.

The sword that was taken out was not put back into the Qiankun bag, but was carried upside down in his hand to use it to cut through thorns and thorns and wild beasts.

Presumably it is because of the nourishment of inspiration, there are no rotten leaves in this mountain forest, the green grass is flexible everywhere, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere.

Along the way, insects chirped, birds chirped, butterflies fluttered, and it was a good atmosphere.

Holding the sword, Feng Yuanjiu followed the auspicious direction shown in the previous hexagram for a distance of three thousand miles. He talked about monsters and beasts, but he didn't even meet any beasts that were only nourished by inspiration and became smarter.

This is very unusual.

However, Feng Yuanjiu didn't have the heart to think about these things at the moment, and after counting his speed with his fingers, he felt a little worried.

However, for a distance of three thousand miles, Feng Yuanjiu still walked for more than half a day with the help of the sprinting talisman, and this was without any unexpected factors interfering.

His speed will be halved when the sprinting talisman expires. If he encounters an accident or encounters a monster, he doesn't know how much time will be delayed.

Calculated in this way, it is impossible for him to reach the outer Liuguan within three months.

Feng Yuanjiu had no choice but to stop, and performed the Lianshan Yishu again to calculate the secret.

The tortoise shell asked the sky, and it turned out that the auspicious direction was still southeast.

Feng Yuanjiu had no choice but to continue walking in this direction. After walking like this for another three days, he finally met his second living creature since he entered the Yuntai Mountains—a dying white fox with only half a breath left.

This white fox was half a meter long. It had a sword wound on its back from the left ear to the root of its tail.

Feng Yuanjiu stopped beside the fox for a moment, the little fox opened its round eyes tremblingly, saw his eyes light up, let out a feeble howl, and stamped a blooming flower on the hem of his robe with its paws. There are blood-red paw prints like red plums.

Feng Yuanjiu frowned slightly, he was always happy and clean, he didn't feel disgusted, he actually felt that this little fox was quite close, and he felt pity: "You are hurt too badly, I can't save you with my cultivation .”

The little fox's eyes gradually dimmed, and his little paws fluttered and printed a few red plum blossoms on the hem of his robe.

Feng Yuanjiu glanced down at the hem of his robe, and said unhurriedly, "But it's not impossible."

The little fox's eyes regained their brilliance.

A faint smile appeared on Feng Yuanjiu's lips: "I have learned a secret technique, I can accept you as a spiritual pet and save your life with this technique, but, from now on, your life will be tied to me, and I will be with you I am dependent on each other, and my life is connected, are you willing?"

The little fox nodded without hesitation.

Could Feng Yuanjiu really be unable to save its life?of course not.

He has a lot of life-saving pills in his Qiankun bag, but they are not for monsters who meet by chance. He has no interest in being Mr. Dong Guo.

But since this little fox is very close to him, he doesn't mind trying out "Nine Chapters of Yuling" on it, and taking a spiritual pet as a companion.

Now that the little fox agreed, Feng Yuanjiu didn't delay any longer, and directly chanted the mantra and drew a seal between the white fox's brows with the blood of his fingertips.

The little fox willingly opened up his primordial spirit, and the bond was formed very smoothly. At the moment the contract was completed, the injuries on the little fox's body healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Feng Yuanjiu glanced inside at the little white fox that had grown out of the sea, and with a wave of his hand, the little fox quickly jumped onto his shoulder, twisting left and right, forming a fox circle around Feng Yuanjiu's neck collar.

Strangely warm, Feng Yuanjiu didn't refuse.

The little fox was obviously injured by someone, and he was involved in many troubles. This place is definitely not a place to stay for a long time. Feng Yuanjiu covered the pool of blood with a layer of fallen leaves, and then continued walking towards the southeast.

Sure enough, after traveling for two thousand miles, Feng Yuanjiu was suddenly stopped by a young monk Yujian in Taoist robes of the Taiqing sect.

The monk asked him proudly, "Have you ever seen a fox?"