I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Yuntai Peak is at the heart of the veins of the Yuntai Mountains, and the Hall of Yuanhe is located in the center of the veins. It is the place with the most spiritual energy in the Yuntai Mountains.

Even the Xuanyuan Hall and Xuanqing Hall, which are both on Yuntai Peak, are not as clever as Yuanhe Hall.

Feng Yuanjiu complied with the sect leader's decree, went up to Yuntai Peak, and when he reached the outside of the hall, the repressed true energy in his body was ready to move, showing signs of breaking through barriers and becoming a baby from a shattered pill.

In the end, with the assistance of Qin Soul, the realm was temporarily suppressed.

It is a rare opportunity to go to the Yuanhe Hall, and he still has to work hard to resist the strong inspiration that spontaneously surged into his body, which is really a waste of opportunity.

Feng Yuanjiu tidied for a while but didn't see the messy robes, and bowed to the boy in front of the hall: "Please tell me, Feng Yuanjiu of Shouyang Mountain, please see the Patriarch."

The boy in front of the hall has a tender face and round eyes. He looks only seven or eight years old, but he is actually an old monster who is thousands of years old.

This tender old monster usually likes the good-looking disciple the most. When he saw Feng Yuanjiu, his eyes lit up and he wanted to pinch Feng Yuanjiu's face as soon as he poked his claws: "Master has ordered you, you don't need to tell me when you come." You can just enter the palace directly."

Feng Yuanjiu swayed slightly, passed the boy in front of the hall in the blink of an eye, and walked slowly to the front of the main hall.

The boy in front of the hall withdrew his hand resentfully, and opened the hall door with a flick of his sleeve.

The two-foot-high and eight-foot-wide vermilion gate slowly opened, and the strong inspiration in the hall came rushing in, and the just-suppressed true energy was about to become a demon again.

Feng Yuanjiu stood in front of the hall, silently channeling his true energy, isolating the inspiration outside his body, and then stepped into the hall.

Inside the Yuanhe Hall, it was empty, solemn, solemn, and silent.

Feng Yuan held his breath for a long time, lowered his eyes, and walked straight to the depths of the hall along the fiery red animal skin blanket.

He walked steadily and his posture was calm.

Li Li's eyebrows and eyes are as calm as water, neither arrogant nor impatient, neither fast nor slow.

There was no trace of joy or impetuosity, and it didn't look like it was the first time stepping into Yuanhe Hall.

Even though the animal skin blanket under his feet seems to have no end, he is still calm and composed.

Sitting high on the cloud bed, Bailichangkong looked at the calm and calm person walking on the fiery red animal skin, as if seeing Feng Miaoge who first stepped into the Yuanhe Hall a hundred years ago.

It is clear that one is as cold as water, and the other is as hot as fire, so people can see his mother's shadow through him at a glance, but they will not be confused.

After thinking about it carefully, the similarity is not only in appearance, but in the pride hidden in the straight spine.

Baili Changkong raised his finger and flicked lightly, drawing a mirror of water.

Feng Yuanjiu's figure instantly appeared in the water mirror.

Qin Changsheng's eyes fell on the water mirror, and the corners of his mouth were slightly bent, and he said, "Senior brother Meng said that on the way to ask the heart that day, the road in Yuanjiu was smooth, and we arrived at the preaching rock in a short time."

"The changes in the world are naturally extraordinary." Shen Haotian's eyes fell on Qin Changsheng, and a smile appeared in his slightly stern eyebrows, "If it wasn't so, how could you accept him as a disciple?"

Qin Changsheng got up and thanked: "The disciple pays homage to the master, and the master bestows good disciples."

Baili Changkong looked at the successor he had personally chosen calmly, and said flatly: "This is the destiny of heaven, and you and Yuan Jiu are destined masters and apprentices."

Qin Changsheng calmly walked to the cloud bed, and held the pot to fill the Baili Changkong with teacups: "Since the fate is already determined, why don't the ancestors hold your hand high?"

Baili Changkong sneered, and said to Shen Haotian: "He is very protective of the calf."

Shen Haotian said blankly: "It is right to take care of disciples."

Qin Changsheng lowered his eyes, hid the smile in his eyes, and said solemnly: "It's all because of the good teaching of the patriarch that this disciple can achieve what he is today."

Baili Changkong snorted lightly, which was his default.

Qin Changsheng looked at Feng Yuanjiu who was walking calmly in the water mirror, his thoughts changed slightly, and he said: "That day in Wanzhang Qingqiu, the fox master really loved Yuanjiu, and sent him to the ancestor's mysterious place to temper his soul. Not to mention purifying the blood, he even wanted to personally protect the Dharma for Yuan Jiu's baby. Fortunately, Yuan Jiu's heart is too pure, and he bluntly rejected the fox master's kindness in order to win the position of the ninth disciple."

Shen Haotian raised his eyes and glanced at Qin Changsheng, took a sip of the spirit tea, closed his eyes for a moment, and clapped his hands in praise: "The entrance is like a clear spring, and the return is like a burning fire. One piece of water and one fire melt into a sip of tea. It's really wonderful! Wonderful song! My nephew's skill in making tea is really unmatched."

This seems to be a casual compliment, but it also has a deep meaning.

Baili Changkong understood the implication of his apprentice and grandson, raised his finger and pointed at Shen Haotian and Qin Changsheng, and scolded with a smile: "You bastard! You are so courageous, you dare to coerce me with singing and singing."

Qin Changsheng put down the jade pot unhurriedly, and bowed with a look of panic: "Master, please calm down. Even if this disciple borrows courage from the sky, he would not dare to threaten the master. Just now he suddenly thought of Wanzhang Qingqiu. It’s just a casual statement of the facts.”

Shen Haotian took another sip of the spiritual tea slowly, aftertaste for a while, his face was full of sincerity: "Master Mingjian, this disciple is really captured by the spirituality of this spiritual tea, and sincerely praises nephew Miaoge's tea-making skills, there is no intention of disrespecting the master .”

Said, Shen Haotian raised his eyes to look at Baili Changkong: "Didn't Master Chang praise the spirit tea made by nephew Miaoge as quite spiritual?" Well, not only often praised, but also often asked Feng Miaoge for spirit tea.

Baili Changkong raised his finger and pointed at Shen Haotian, and scolded with a smile: "Sinister."

Shen Haotian curled the corners of his lips imperceptibly: "Master Mingjian."

Baili Changkong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "That's all. I didn't expect him to go through seven levels and pass seven battles."

As he said that, he brushed his sleeves away from the water mirror, and raised his finger to point a ray of red true essence light towards the empty front hall.

The red light streaked across the empty hall, like a shooting star, and disappeared at the entrance of the hall.

The scene in front of Feng Yuanjiu's eyes suddenly rippled.

The solemn and solemn palace was shattered into fragments of light and shadow by the ripples, and replaced by the elegant and dedusted Xianjia Qingxiu.

Until now, Feng Yuanjiu knew that the long road paved with red animal skins was just an illusion.

Feng Yuanjiu recited the "Pure Heart Sutra" silently, and raised his eyes to look deep into the hall.

As far as the eye can see, the Fire Jade Cloud Bed is like a flaming red lotus floating in the air, reflecting the red mole on the forehead of the real master sitting on it, which is particularly eye-catching, and complements the method behind his head.

The red mole hides the truth, and the law accepts the avenue.

The brilliant sun shines on all things, the power of heaven and earth is in its eyes, and the great compassion is in its heart. When people see it, they feel awe and admiration.

On the jade steps in front of Huo Yuyun's bed, his benefactor Qin Changsheng stood beside the real master, holding a pot and smiling.

The hem of the cyan magic robe meanders above the fiery red jade steps, and the red birds that spread their wings and jump on the hem of the robe seem to have a little more agility.

Below the fire jade steps, there are two white jade tables facing each other, on which there are spiritual fruit and spiritual tea, spiritual fruit dew, and spiritual tea surrounded by fairy mist.

The futon behind the white jade table on the west side is vacant, but on the futon behind the white jade table on the east side is a stern-looking lord wearing a blue robe sitting on it.

Although the curling tea smoke almost blurred the eyes of the lord, but from the image of the golden crow falling on the back of his head, he knew that the lord was his master Shen Haotian.

Patriarch, master ancestor, master, spiritual fruit, spiritual tea, this summoning is like a small gathering of teachers.

Of course, the premise is that there is no illusion in front of you.

Feng Yuanjiu's eyes fell on Qin Changsheng, looking at him from afar.

After seeing Qin Changsheng's robe sleeve, a stream of fine red light flashed, forming a light and shadow of the Fire Feather Fan Talisman Treasure.

Feng Yuanjiu was certain in his heart, he lifted his foot and walked slowly to the Huoyuyun bed, lifted his robe, knelt down and kowtowed, respectfully and respectfully said: "Disciple Feng Yuanjiu pays homage to Patriarch, Patriarch, Patriarch."

Baili Changkong, Shen Haotian and Qin Changsheng's eyes fell on Feng Yuanjiu at the same time.

Feng Yuanjiu's forehead touched the back of his hand, and he knelt down on the ground, as if he didn't realize it.

Baili Changkong lowered his eyes, his eyes stopped for a moment on the strand of silver-white hair in front of Feng Yuanjiu's forehead, and he cried out slowly.

Feng Yuanjiu stood up according to his words, straightened his slightly messy robes, then stood there with hands down, waiting for the teacher's instructions.

This movement is like flowing clouds, like flowing water, the calm posture, and the elegance of Fengyi can be regarded as a model of the aristocratic family, which is very pleasing to the eye.

With a flick of the wide sleeve, a white jade table flew out from the sleeve, and landed steadily in front of the stone steps, and the empty white jade table on the west side came down.

Baili Changkong raised his finger, and the same spirit fruit and spirit tea landed on the white jade table: "There is no outsider in the hall, please sit down and talk."

Feng Yuanjiu respectfully agreed, but raised his eyes to look at Qin Changsheng, and did not move his footsteps.

"You didn't protect him in vain." Baili Changkong squinted at Qin Changsheng, who was standing beside the cloud bed, pretending to be obedient, and with a smile at the end of his eyes, he pointed to the vacant white jade table on the west side, "I will spare you Respect the crime, and go sit down."

Qin Changsheng filled the Baili Changkong with spiritual tea, and then he put down the jade pot, and respectfully complied with his promise.

After waiting, Qin Changsheng sat down in the first seat on the west side.

Feng Yuanjiu finally raised his foot, walked to Qin Changsheng's first white jade case, and sat down on the futon.

This white jade table is not an ordinary thing. Even though it was close to the white jade table just now, it did not smell the slightest fragrance of tea fruit. The breath was wrapped in a strong inspiration and penetrated into the mouth and nose.

The Zhenyuan that was trying to suppress was a little restless, Feng Yuanjiu had to hold his breath and cut off the exchange of energy between his mouth and nose and the outside world.

Although I don't know what the spirit fruit on the table is, what kind of tea the spirit tea is, but just this scent, I know it is extraordinary.

Feng Yuanjiu stared at the crystal-clear spiritual fruit and the white jade pot filled with spiritual tea on the tables, feeling regretful.

But Baili Changkong was still there and said to Feng Yuanjiu: "This is the Qianyuan Jade Crystal Fruit, one of which can increase one's cultivation for a hundred years, and the effect of eating it is the best in your current state."

Feng Yuanjiu picked up a fruit according to the words, the tentacles are cool, the fruit is crystal clear, it is refreshing to look at, but it is a pity, if this fruit enters the stomach, there is no need to listen to the instructions of the patriarch, just congeal the baby immediately.

Therefore, the green fruit turned around in Feng Yuanjiu's palm, and then returned to the white jade case.

Feng Yuanjiu frowned slightly, and replied with a smile: "I really don't dare to disturb the master's inspiration to cultivate the cave."

Hearing this, Baili Changkong was slightly surprised.

A ray of true essence was separated into the eyes, and he fixed his eyes on Feng Yuanjiu.

In an instant, it was as if the clouds and mists were cleared to see the blue sky. In his eyes, Feng Yuanjiu's cultivation base, which was originally only at the late stage of Jindan, had become a state of great perfection at the late stage of Jindan.

"Also Wan An is always cautious, why is he so frivolous today..." Baili Changkong chuckled, "It turns out that the technique of concealing breath is so subtle."

Feng Yuanjiu bowed slightly: "It's just a method I got by chance, but I never thought it would be useful."

Baili Changkong chuckled, and didn't pay attention to the flaws in Feng Yuanjiu's words, but said: "In this case, you should eat this Qianyuan jade crystal fruit."

Feng Yuanjiu thought about it, and raised his eyes to look at the sky, a little in disbelief.

Qin Changsheng raised his hand, patted Feng Yuanjiu on the back of the head with his big hand of true essence, and lightly scolded: "Hurry up and thank the patriarch for your kindness!"

Feng Yuanjiu understood, and immediately got up to thank him—whether he meant it or not, let's sit down first before talking.

Baili Changkong glanced at Qin Changsheng and Feng Yuanjiu, and snorted softly: "You can congeal a baby in this palace, it will have your own benefits."

Feng Yuanjiu was ecstatic in his heart. He thought that if he missed Qionglou Yuyu, he would miss the best blessed place for Ningying, but he didn't expect that there would be unexpected joy.

You must know that what he practiced is the authentic Xuanmen method, but this Yuanhe Temple is more suitable than Qionglou Yuyu.

Feng Yuanjiu expressed his gratitude this time with a lot of sincerity: "Disciple thanks the patriarch for the gift."

Baili Changkong nodded: "You are my descendant and grandson, so it is my duty to take care of you."

Feng Yuanjiu's face was full of gratitude, but he said in his heart - you have hundreds of disciples and grandchildren, but only your master has had such preferential treatment.

The eyes of Bailichangkong are like torches, and Feng Yuanjiu's careful thinking can't escape his eyes: "When it comes to taking care of the juniors, the fox master is not as good as me."

That's it, I didn't want to be compared to the fox master, but it made him cheaper.

Feng Yuanjiu pretended not to understand what Baili Changkong meant, and asked for instructions with a face full of gratitude: "In this way, this disciple has the courage to conceive a baby here."

Baili Changkong nodded: "Yes."

Shen Haotian pinched his fingers and deduced a little, then nodded: "When you succeed in condensing your baby, you will just have a taste of the spiritual tea cooked by your mother."

Qin Changsheng lowered his eyes when he heard the words, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly uncontrollably: "The spiritual tea that Senior Sister Feng put on the fire before leaving will be available in another 20 years."

Baili Changkong's eyes lingered on Shen Haotian and Qin Changsheng.

Feng Yuanjiu always felt that there was a trace of wishing to clean up the house in that gaze.

Shen Haotian continued to stroke the tiger's beard fearlessly, raised his extremely serious eyebrows and eyes, and said in surprise, "Master, will you not forget that pot of spiritual tea?"

Baili Changkong seemed to be smiling but not a smile: "The disciples with love will remember this matter for the teacher, how can the teacher forget it."

Shen Haotian nodded calmly: "Master has something to do, and it is the eternal righteousness for disciples to obey him."

Baili Changkong didn't say yes or no, but he didn't bother to pay attention to the unfilial disciples. He just skipped this point and asked Feng Yuanjiu, who listened to the excitement with his eyes downcast, "Even with this deity who protects the Dharma, the Nascent Soul needs to be so condensed." In 30 or [-] years, if you have something urgent, you might as well deal with it first."

Feng Yuanjiu pondered for a while, and said: "I do have two unfinished business. First, I wanted to convene the nine major disciples to discuss the matter within ten days, change the course, and reassign the task. The second is that the devil's holy son Kang Xuan Yi has an appointment with his disciples, and he is still staying on Shouyang Mountain."

Qin Changsheng raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "You want someone to investigate the matter of the cave?"

Feng Yuanjiu's respectful voice should be yes.

Qin Changsheng nodded, and pondered for a while: "You might as well postpone these two matters, and discuss them after the Nascent Soul is condensed."

Feng Yuanjiu and Qin Changsheng looked at each other, and after a little thought, they understood the meaning—condense the Yuanying, and the realm of cultivation is higher than that of the other eight disciples, and only then can they simply and rudely convince the crowd and achieve the effect of order and prohibition.

As for that Kang Xuanyi...

Feng Yuanjiu lowered his eyes, and respectfully agreed: "Disciple will abide by Master's decree."