I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

This monk, dressed in the purple Taoist robe of a true disciple of the Taiqing School, is short, fat and round, like a purple potato ball.

However, just because of this purple Taoist robe, no one dares to underestimate him even if this person looks like a cook—there are no true disciples of the Taiqing Sect who are ordinary, and if there are no accidents, they will be fine at least. Accomplish Dongxuan.

Feng Yuanjiu stopped, looked at the monk blocking the way without any trace, lowered his eyebrows, and replied respectfully: "I have never seen it before."

Purple Potato Yuanzi obviously didn't believe it, and the smile on his fat face like Maitreya Buddha became more and more kind, but he no longer suppressed his momentum: "You have to think it over before answering."

The majestic coercion came head-on, Feng Yuanjiu was crushed until he slowly bent his knees, but his spine remained straight: "It's true that I have never seen it before."

She is so beautiful and has a proud body, which is simply annoying.

Looking around on Feng Yuanjiu's almost indistinguishable face, Zishu Yuanzi snorted coldly, and said in a toneless way: "People with soft looks are more likely to have swords in their stomachs, and people with handsome looks are the best." You can lie, but your words are not very credible."

This person just pointed to his nose and said that Feng Yuanjiu looks like a good girl.

Feng Yuanjiu hates others talking about his appearance the most, but the current situation is stronger than others, so he can only endure it for a while, anyway, there will always be a time to meet again in the immortal journey, not to mention this is his future It's even easier to settle accounts with my fellow disciples.

Zishu Yuanzi didn't notice the coldness in Feng Yuanjiu's eyes, and after waiting for a while, Feng Yuanjiu didn't reply, so he sneered, "Why? Not only does she look like a woman, she even has a temper like a woman's." , I don’t know how to reply when I see you?”

Feng Yuanjiu was furious, raised his eyes slightly, looked at the pair of spotless French boots on Zishu Yuanzi's feet, and said, "Senior won't believe me if I tell you, so it's better not to say anything, so as not to annoy senior."

Purple Potato Yuanzi snorted coldly, and the momentum around him became stronger again.

Feng Yuanjiu bit her lower lip, tried her best to straighten her spine and let Zishu Yuanzi look at her.

Zishu Yuanzi sized up Feng Yuanjiu for a moment, looked at the white fox fur connected head to tail on Feng Yuanjiu's neck, and asked, "What's that on your neck?"

Feng Yuanjiu raised his hand to touch the fox's mouth on his neck, and said calmly, "Fox collar."

When he realized that the little fox was in trouble, Feng Yuanjiu used the secret method in "Nine Chapters of Yuling" to seal the little fox's breath, so he was not afraid of the fat Yuanzi's exploration.

Sure enough, Zishu Yuanzi spun around the "fox collar" recklessly with his spiritual sense, but he didn't recognize the little fox.

After thoroughly inspecting the "fox collar", but not detecting the breath of living things, Zishu Yuanzi believed Feng Yuanjiu's words, turned to stare at the "red plum" on Feng Yuanjiu's robe, and asked : "What are those red dots?"

Feng Yuanjiu followed Zishu Yuanzi's pointing finger, glanced at the "blood paw print" on the hem of the robe, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "My mother dyed the red plums by hand, and said that this red plums can protect me from worshiping Taiqing smoothly." Immortals are teachers, and they will live forever.”

Zishu Yuanzi used his spiritual sense to investigate Feng Yuanjiu's aptitude, and sneered: "You'd better tell the truth, if you let me know that you lied to me, I'll be fine with you."

This neither soft nor hard threat, Feng Yuanjiu didn't take it to heart.

Although the Taiqing Sect allowed or even encouraged disciples to compete for seats in a benign manner, it strictly prohibited their disciples from killing those who came to seek the teacher.

If not, it is unlikely that Feng Xiangyu and Zhuang Bo will allow Feng Yuanjiu to take a child on a long journey.

Right now is the time to open the mountain gate widely, and this is the momentum that can be used at this moment.

Feng Yuanjiu supported the ground with the sword in his hand, and his calm eyes fell on Zishu Yuanzi's face for the first time: "In front of seniors, juniors dare not speak nonsense."

"I'm sorry you don't dare." Zishu Yuanzi snorted softly, Yujian lifted into the air, and disappeared in an instant through the lingering clouds and mist.

The aura that was pressing on her body like a boulder disappeared suddenly, and Feng Yuanjiu, who had always paid attention to her image, slumped on the ground with a look of lingering fear.

Feng Yuanjiu sat paralyzed on the ground for a long time, from sitting high in the sun to setting sun in the west, stood up slowly, cast a clean clothes charm to remove the floating grass clippings on his body, and put the slightly messy robe After being meticulous, he walked towards the southeast.

After Feng Yuanjiu left, there was an idea fluctuating in the void, Zishu Yuanzi, who had clearly left before, appeared, looked gloomyly in the direction Feng Yuanjiu left, snorted coldly, stepped on the flying sword and flew towards In the direction of the ten peaks of Yuntai.

Feng Yuanjiu glanced back at the yellow streamer in the sky, and continued on his way in a slumber, until he walked nearly ten thousand miles away, then slowed down, using a trick to wake up the little fox who was forcibly banned by him.

The little fox let go of the base of his tail, stretched his body, firmly grasped Feng Yuanjiu's shoulders with his hind paws, swung his waist, and transformed from a fox collar into a dignified and proud white fox, squatting on Feng Yuanjiu's shoulders.

Feng Yuanjiu scratched the little fox's jaw with his fingertips, inspected the little fox carefully, and frowned: "A first-order monster?"

The little fox narrowed his eyes comfortably, rubbed Feng Yuanjiu's face with his nose, and licked the corner of Feng Yuanjiu's mouth with his tongue.

"..." Feng Yuanjiu grabbed the fur on the back of the little fox's neck, brought the little fox up to his eyes, and seriously considered the edibility of this fox.

The little fox sensed danger, moved all fours, and struggled hard.

Feng Yuanjiu used the spirit-controlling contract to unhurriedly impose a primordial spirit suppression on the little fox, and the little fox froze instantly, his figure frozen in a posture that tested his flexibility to the extreme.

The little fox blinked his eyes, and a layer of mist gradually covered his eyes.

Yuanyuan's fox eyes lost the agility and ignorance of the first meeting, which made Feng Yuanjiu feel compassion again and relieved the suppression of Yuanshen.

Feng Yuanjiu looked at the little fox who seemed to have become silly for a moment, and asked, "Regress?"

The little fox affectionately rubbed Feng Yuanjiu's face.

The soft fluff rubbed against his face, itching, Feng Yuanjiu lost his temper even more after being quarreled with, thought for a while and said: "Since you have already regressed to the point where you have forgotten your past, you can call me Feng Xiaobai for the time being." stop."

The little fox gave a soft "owwow" to express his agreement.

"Fortunately, you're not too stupid." Feng Yuanjiu put the little fox back on his shoulders, and asked casually, "Xiaobai, you are a monster from the Yuntai Mountain Range, and you are considered the landlord of this world. Is there a way to go?"

The little fox squatted on Feng Yuanjiu's shoulders, flicking its tail, looking leisurely and content.

Feng Yuanjiu squinted his eyes to measure the little fox, and said, "I need to go to Taiqing Liuguan, which is [-] miles away, within two months to take part in the entry test."

The little fox's tail froze, standing straight behind him, turning its round eyes slowly, as if struggling to comprehend Feng Yuanjiu's meaning.

However, Feng Xiaobai has already regressed to a first-order monster after all, no matter how cunning he is, he can't hide it from Feng Yuanjiu.

Feng Yuanjiu continued to walk for about three thousand miles, and when he passed a lake, he suddenly said: "When I was young, I read the travel notes of the predecessors, and it was said that there is a fairy mountain in Dongqingzhou, which is located to the west of Lianyun Mountain. It will appear once a year to overcome the misery of the world. It is also said in the travel notes that there is a fairy lake at the foot of the mountain, thousands of miles deep.

The little fox shrugged his nose, as if he was sniffing for anything special about the mist floating over the lake.

Feng Yuanjiu stopped, looked at the clear lake water, and asked the little fox: "Do you think the water in this fairy lake can get rid of the smell of fox meat?"

The little fox froze, and turned his head one by one to look like Feng Yuanjiu. After staring at Feng Yuanjiu for a moment, he lowered his head dejectedly, and pointed his tail to the east direction unwillingly.

With the secret technique in "The Nine Chapters of Yuling", Feng Yuanjiu completely believed in the little fox's loyalty to him, but the little fox wanted to erase the Taiqing sect from his life Virtue is not fake at all, thinking about the arrogant purple potato ball before, it is right to think that this little fox is a desperate beast that caused trouble in Taiqing.

A hexagram is formed with the tortoise shell, and the hexagram image shows the prosperity of the East.

After brushing the hair on the little fox's neck casually, Feng Yuanjiu filled some lake water with a meson bottle, and shook the jasper bottle in front of the little fox's eyes: "I'm so good to lead the way, otherwise I'll try to see if the water can get rid of the fox meat." Stink."

The little fox slouched and pulled Feng Yuanjiu's collar with its small paws. After Feng Yuanjiu looked at it, he first bowed, and then raised a small paw to make an oath.

Feng Yuanjiu chuckled softly, his faint smile dispelled the indifference on his pretty face like the spring breeze thawing, the eye-catching brilliance firmly attracted the little fox's sight, two bright red lines Blood dripped from the little fox's nose, slipped over the fluff on the neck, and drew two blood lines on half of Feng Yuanjiu's skirt.

Feng Yuanjiu: "..." This perverted fox should be stewed!

The little fox moved its paws timidly to the outside of Feng Yuanjiu's shoulder, but was not willing to jump down to take refuge.

Feng Yuanjiu breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "After entering Taiqing, the first thing to do is to buy a spirit animal bag."

The little fox whined, and weakly expressed his protest.

Probably because he knew he had made a mistake and was eager to please Feng Yuanjiu, the little fox then took the initiative to show Feng Yuanjiu the way.

Feng Yuanjiu hid her whole body's cultivation with breath-holding techniques, and carefully avoided the monks who went into the Yuntai Mountains to pick the unique spiritual plants here when the Taiqing School opened the mountain gates. Going into the water, drifting along the mountain stream, and suddenly climbing up the steep cliff with green vines, the hardships and dangers need not be described, one can imagine.

However, after traveling so hard for thirteen days, Feng Yuanjiu had nowhere to go.

Feng Yuanjiu's first reaction was that he had been hunting wild geese all day long but was pecked by geese, and he was fooled by a stupid fox, shame on him.