I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Feng Yuanjiu left the pass temporarily, and someone brought the visitor to the moon-watching hall in Shouyang Mountain to meet them.

The visitor had a round face, round eyes, and a funny mustache on a doll face.

Even though he hadn't seen him for decades, Feng Yuanjiu still recognized the person at a glance: "Yuanbao?"

Yuan Bao knelt on the ground with a plop, and knocked his head three times in a row: "Master! Yuan Bao can be regarded as seeing you! Woooooo..."

The child who had grown into a middle-aged boy cried like he did when he was a child, without the slightest sense of self-awareness as a fifth-level Qi Refining monk.

Ren Yuanbao cried enough, Feng Yuanjiu sighed lightly: "Don't cry, if you suffer any grievances, feel free to tell me."

Yuan Bao wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, and cried, "What kind of grievances are you suffering? It's just the tempering given by the heavens!"

Feng Yuanjiu smiled: "You do have savvy. Don't cry if you are not wronged. It doesn't make you sad. Let me ask you, how is the second uncle? How is Zhuang Bo?"

Yuan Bao lay on the ground, buried his face in his sleeves, and said in a muffled voice, "Second master is well, he has improved his cultivation level a few days ago, and he is already a great monk in the late Yuan Ying period."

Feng Yuanjiu frowned and stared at Yuan Bao who was kneeling on the ground: "You came to Taiqing to look for me, did Second Uncle know? Does he have anything to tell me and Fifth Cousin?"

Yuan Bao sobbed and said, "Second master said that the young master and fifth young master should not worry about the family, and practice with peace of mind." As he spoke, Yuan Bao found two Qiankun bags from his bosom, hung his head, and held them above his head, "This is the second The master asked me to bring it to the young master and the fifth young master. The second master also said, but if there is anything missing, just go to Feng’s store to get it. If there is no one on the store, send someone to bring him a letter, and he will find it for you. , trying to send it to you."

Feng Yuanjiu raised his hand to take two Qiankun bags, one with the word "Wu" in the middle, and the other with the word "Jiu" in the middle, the one with the word "九" was obviously more bulging than the one with the word "Wu".

The second uncle's eccentricity really hasn't changed over the years.

Feng Yuanjiu was holding two Qiankun bags, her eye circles were a little sore.

Yuan Bao lay on the ground, his buttocks upturned and his face buried, his posture was really funny.

Feng Yuanjiu suppressed the soreness in his heart, and cursed with a smile: "Get up and answer, don't make trouble there!"

Yuan Bao lingered and got up, but still drooped his head, teardrops hitting the ground one after another.

Feng Yuanjiu frowned, feeling suddenly ominous in his heart: "Yuanbao, are you hiding something from me?"

Yuan Bao shook his head: "No, no!"

Feng Yuanjiu played with the tortoise shell in his palm and examined Yuanbao: "You know my temper."

Yuan Bao naturally knew about it, but the second master did not dare to disobey his orders, so he just said: "I know, I know."

Yuan Bao's virtue is obviously insincere.

Feng Yuanjiu was not in a hurry to ask him, and raised his hand to throw the tortoise shell, making a hexagram.

The inspiration surged along with the seal of his fingertips flying, and gradually condensed a hexagram image in the air.

The hexagram goes down.

——Death and parting, new acquaintances, life is impermanent, sorrow and joy are indefinite.

Feng Yuanjiu's face turned frosty in an instant, he flicked his sleeves to disperse the hexagram, and asked Yuan Bao in a cold voice: "I'll ask you again, do you have something to hide from me?"

Yuan Bao lowered his head, moved his lips, but did not make a sound.

Feng Yuanjiu said coldly: "Let's think about who you are before you speak." The implication is that if you continue to deceive him, you will get out of Taiqing.

Yuan Bao knelt on the ground with a thud, crying loudly: "Young master! Uncle Zhuang has fallen! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

This bitter cry, to Feng Yuanjiu, was like thunder on the ground.

Although the hexagram image made him mentally prepared, he never thought that the hexagram image should be on Zhuang Bo!

He has been in the Feng family for 18 years, and Zhuang Bo treats him like a teacher and a father, and the kindness he treats him is even more than that of his second uncle.

All kinds of love and care in the past floated before his eyes again and again, Feng Yuanjiu suppressed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and asked the crying Yuan Bao in a cold voice: "Didn't Zhuang Bo clean up in the bamboo pavilion? How did he fall?"

Yuan Bao barely stopped crying, and wiped his tears, sobbing and choking: "Master, you don't know. That day you took the little one to the Yuntai Mountains, Zhuang Bo was afraid that the young master would encounter bad people on the way, and always followed us in the dark. .”

Feng Yuanjiu closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "Continue talking."

"The youngest was sent back home by the young master, but Uncle Zhuang followed the young master into the Yuntai Mountains. It was not until the young master visited the Outer Ten Peaks that Uncle Zhuang returned to Feng's house." Yuan Bao couldn't help crying again, "When Uncle Zhuang returned to Feng's house, his face was as pale as paper, and he vomited a mouthful of blood when he entered the bamboo pavilion. He was obviously seriously injured."

Feng Yuanjiu's qi and blood surged, wishing he could tear the corpse of the person who injured Zhuang Bo into pieces.

Yuan Bao wiped away his tears, cried and said: "Uncle Zhuang's injury is really too serious. I heard that the second master said that the golden core was almost shattered. Thanks to the second master, he helped Zhuang Bo stabilize his injury."

Feng Yuanjiu tightly held the tortoise shell in his palm, and asked coldly, "Since the second uncle helped to heal the wound, why did Uncle Zhuang still perish?"

"Uncle Zhuang has been recuperating in the Bamboo Pavilion for decades, and his injury has healed. Who would have thought that he took a sound-transmitting paper crane, left a storage bag behind, and left quietly," Yuan Bao said as he spoke. Wiping away tears, "Three months after Uncle Zhuang left, the soul jade pendant he left at home was shattered. Fortunately, the spirit pendant returned home to protect him."

"This Qiankun bag was left by Uncle Zhuang that day. The second master said that it was left by Uncle Zhuang for the young master, and asked me to take it with me, and present it to the young master when I see the opportunity." Yuan Bao took out another Qiankun bag and sent it to Feng Feng. Yuan Jiu said, "It's not that I want to hide it from you, it's because the second master has issued a ban. I am not allowed to tell you before you have cultivated the golden core."

The second uncle is afraid that he will lose his mood!

Feng Yuanjiu forcibly suppressed the surging blood, and asked Yuan Bao: "Did Zhuang Bo ever say who hurt him?"

Yuan Bao shook his head.

When his closest relative died, he didn't even know who the murderer was!

Grief and anger tangled in his chest, Feng Yuanjiu couldn't hold it back any longer, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the shiny jade floor like this.

Yuan Bao was taken aback, and hastily stepped forward to recite Feng Yuanjiu's words: "Master, I'm sorry for you, think about Zhuang Bo's love for you the most, and I'm never happy to see you like this..."

With blood on the corner of Feng Yuanjiu's mouth, he raised his hand to pinch Yuan Bao's fat chin: "Is there really no clue at all?"

Yuan Bao stared at Feng Yuanjiu's crimson eyes, tremblingly: "Zhuang Bo never said who hurt him, he only said in the chat that Taiqing is worthy of being the number one sect of Taoism, and all the true disciples Not to be underestimated, tell my little one to be careful when serving the young master in Taiqing in the future, and not to bring trouble to the young master."

Feng Yuanjiu closed his eyes and recalled his experiences in the Yuntai Mountains that day, and belatedly realized that it seemed a bit too easy for him to get rid of Wan Anping that day: "So it hurts Zhuang Bo by being too halal?"

Yuan Bao shook his head: "I don't know. I don't think so. The second master also said that Zhuang Bo's meridians are entangled with demonic energy, which is difficult to get rid of."

magic repair?

Kang Xuanyi's face suddenly came to mind, Feng Yuanjiu shook his head, he could have vetoed it, but couldn't help doubting it.

Because of the death of Zhuang Bo, a crack appeared in his mood.

As soon as he had doubts in his heart, the mental barrier suppressed in his heart took advantage of the void and broke his round and tough state of mind.

The black hair like a long cloud gradually turned silvery white, furry fox ears emerged from the silvery hair, three fox tails protruded from the moon-white robe, and the hands that were originally shiny and white were covered with silver fur. , the phoenix eyes were no longer clear, but were infested with scarlet.

Feng Yuanjiu seemed to be unaware of his changes, and let out a long howl, full of grief and indignation.

The howling sound alarmed Qin Changsheng who was meditating in the Shouyang Palace.

Qin Changsheng stretched out his divine sense and swept it away, his expression changed immediately, and he entered the Moon-Watching Hall in a flash.

The exquisite and luxurious Mochiyue Temple was in a mess, his half-beast-shaped lover, like a demented monster, instinctively attacked everything within reach.

The middle-aged man with a mustache was being chased like a dog, and when he saw him, he rushed towards him as if he was seeing a savior.

Qin Changsheng staggered away from Yuanbao, raised his finger, and the forbidden world of the Yuanying stage monk fixed Feng Yuanjiu, who was almost bewitched, in mid-air.

Qin Changsheng walked through the air, walked up to Feng Yuanjiu, and raised his hand to cover Feng Yuanjiu's head.

As the scorching true energy penetrated into Feng Yuanjiu's meridians, the monster characteristics of Feng Yuanjiu's body gradually faded.

Until the last trace of Yaozu characteristics - ears, disappeared.

Qin Changsheng stretched out his arms to catch Feng Yuanjiu, who had softened, and hugged him onto the cloud bed, posing in a posture of sitting and meditating, and made a few tricks, which led Feng Yuanjiu to start to fuse the nine in his dantian. a golden lotus seed.

After finishing all this, Qin Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, obviously in a gesture of protecting his disciple.

It took three months for the first lotus seed to blend with the second lotus seed.

It will take another three months to fuse with the third lotus seed.

In this way, it has been three years since the nine lotus seeds were fused together, the law of sound was complete, and the round and flawless golden elixir was formed on the blooming nine-grade lotus platform.

For three years, Qin Changsheng stayed in the Moon-Watching Hall to meditate all the time.

On this day, he suddenly felt a surge of inspiration in the hall. Qin Changsheng opened his eyes and looked at each other. He saw Feng Yuanjiu rising from the cloud bed and walking down the cloud bed with a soft five-color halo. The voice crooned:

Overcoming the thorns and thorns to win the true biography, you can enter the immortal door to practice the true scriptures.

Who knows that the gate of immortality is not a pure land, where flies and dogs compete to be light on each other.

The teacher protects the mentor, and the brothers are not alone when they meet again.

Nine fires and black ice change the world, and the golden core road becomes smooth!

The author has something to say: Well, the next volume is finally about to be opened! ~