I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

The blessed land of Yingri Peak has changed greatly.

In the ten thousand hectares of green lake, koi roam in the emerald green, and golden lotus blooms in the mist of water.

On Wanren Mountain, Qionglou Yuyu is hidden among the greenery, and colorful birds linger in the blue sky and shuttle among the clouds.

Just at noon, a magnificent red "ribbon" erupted from the crater on the mountainside at the east foot of the mountain, passed through the lush green mountains, and flowed into the emerald lake, arousing endless water mist, hazy the mountains view.

Looking at it at a glance, it is a good scene of a fairy family.

Feng Yuanjiu stopped to measure for a moment, then stepped on the Milky Way to land on the peak of Yingri Peak, stepped into the palace built of white jade, and sat on the cloud bed.

The eight major disciples entered the hall one after another and seated themselves on both sides, with Wei Wufang as the head on the left and Fang Wuya as the honor on the right. It seemed that the sect master's line and the great elder's line were still distinct, but they all knew in their hearts that the present and the past were far apart. is different.

The catastrophe of heaven and earth is approaching, and the Great Elder is dead. There is no need for them to fight, they need to work together with one heart and one mind to guard the foundation of the Taiqing.

Seeing that the eight disciples were seated, Feng Yuanjiu flicked his sleeves and released eight pieces of white jade, and his servants in gray clothes offered fresh fruit spirit tea: "The house is simple and simple, if there is any lack of hospitality, please invite all juniors and sisters Haihan."

The eight disciples bowed one after another, but dared not.

Fairy Lingbo, who was outburst and straightforward, said with a smile: "Just look at the golden lotuses all over the lake. If the elder brother's place is simple, my place can only be regarded as a dilapidated house."

Feng Yuanjiu laughed lightly, and joked: "That pond of golden lotus was just dug from Shouyang Palace for appearance?"

Wei Wufang, who was graceful and elegant, with an inscrutable face, said with a smile: "The golden lotuses in the pool of Yanggong, the head of the strange way, are quite sparse. It was originally moved to this Moon Lake, and Elder Qin is willing."

After Qin Changsheng resigned from the position of the first disciple, he became the deputy hall master of Yuanhe hall, and he should be called an elder.

Feng Yuanjiu cupped his hands in the direction of Shouyang Mountain: "Master's kindness, it really made me get a lot of good things."

As he said that, Feng Yuanjiu took out the Immortal Brew that he got from Kang Xuanyi, put a pot on each of the eight white jade tables, and said without changing his expression: "This Immortal Brew is also a gift from Master. Brothers and sisters, let's drink together."

Immortal wine can remove the turbidity and preserve the clearness, and condense the real essence. Such fine wine is very rare.

Everyone here was secretly delighted when they got the good wine, and raised their glasses one after another.

After drinking a cup of fine wine, there are lotus seeds picked from the lake, and spiritual fruits just picked from the mountains are edible.

After drinking for three rounds, Feng Yuan Jiufang brought up the important matter: "Historically the nine disciples have been in charge of the nine courtyards. After this competition, the master of the nine peaks has changed, so a new chapter should be made."

As he spoke, Feng Yuanjiu looked down at the crowd.

The graceful and elegant Wei Wufang had a slight smile on his brows and eyes, and his thoughts were deep, as unpredictable as ever.

The stern and aloof Fang Wuji, like a cold jade sculpture, sat there motionless as a mountain.

Bu Xiangguang, who used to be invincible in the past, lowered his eyebrows and eyes slightly, and he didn't know what he was planning.

Meng Wujun sat there quietly and didn't pay special attention. It was really easy for people to ignore his existence, and they didn't know how to reduce the sense of existence to almost nothingness with his delicate eyebrows and eyes.

The violent loli Lingbo Fairy has all her thoughts on her face.

Yao Bai with straight eyebrows is like a combination of Fang Wuji and Wei Wufang, with a stern expression, but it is difficult to discern his thoughts.

Ding Lingshu was as usual, sitting there lazily, his muscles and bones seemed to be made of cotton, as if he wished he could lie down and talk.

Fairy Miaoyin's eyes are like autumn water, her face is like a peach blossom, but her demeanor is cold and aloof, as if nothing outside can disturb her mind.

All of them are outstanding characters, they are pleasing to the eye, and they are also very knowledgeable. They all responded: "Please show me, senior brother."

Feng Yuanjiu thought about it for a while, and said: "From now on, Wei Wufang is in charge of Tianfu Academy, Fang Wuji is in charge of Tianlu Academy, Meng Wujun is in charge of Dianzheng Academy, Bu Xiangguang is still in charge of Danding Academy, Fairy Lingbo is in charge of Tianying Academy, Yao Bai is in charge of Tianren Academy, Ding Lingshu is in charge of Shangxian Academy, Fairy Miaoyin is in charge of Tianyan Academy, and Gongde Academy is in charge of me."

Regardless of what they thought in their hearts, the eight disciples all bowed and promised: "I will abide by the decree of the elder brother."

Feng Yuanjiu nodded, and said: "The responsibilities of the juniors and younger sisters may change, you need to hand over them with all your heart, and you must not have any grudges. After taking over the management, you need to spy on the old disciples of the principals as soon as possible, and secretly eliminate those who are under the influence of the devil. Infected disciple, I am too pure and clear from now on."

The eight major disciples had a complete look on their faces, and they all respectfully agreed.

Feng Yuanjiu sat on the cloud bed, and the colorful clouds and mists were dense on the moon-white robe, just like the morning glow above the blue sky: "The catastrophe of the world is coming, you and my brothers should put aside the past, work together, and overcome the catastrophe together .”

The eight disciples got up one after another, respectfully agreed, and said: "We will work together to help senior brother."

Feng Yuanjiu flicked his sleeves and saluted him with fine wine: "Great kindness!"

The eight disciples made proper arrangements, and Feng Yuan traveled thousands of miles across the Milky Way, and arrived at Shouyang Mountain again.

On Shouyang Mountain, the grand scene remains the same.

Feng Yuanjiu climbed the mountain on foot, and walked to the curved corridor between the Shouyang Hall and the Wangyue Hall, stopped to admire it for a while, and caught a hundred fish from the Phoenix Terrace and put it into the pool.

This fish is a strange species that he got from the secret place of Xuanbingtan. According to "Story of Foreign Objects", this fish is called Yinghuo, and it will turn into a woman's body after a thousand years, and its tail will turn into starlight. It seems that there are stars flowing while swimming.

In ancient times, this Yinghuo was a must-have item in the cave of the fairy family, but now it is a rare item.

The inspiration surged, and ripples rose in the air.

Kang Xuanyi quietly appeared next to Feng Yuanjiu, and chuckled lightly: "You are willing, you got a hundred tails in total, and you picked up all the old ones as filial piety to Qin Changsheng."

Feng Yuanjiu looked down at the stars on Yinghuo's tail in the pool, and said calmly: "It's only natural for disciples to respect Master."

Kang Xuan gave a low laugh, without comment.

Side by side with Feng Yuanjiu, he admired the stars wandering in the clear water for a moment, and said, "Feng Yuanjiu."

Ever since we met, Kang Xuanyi seldom spoke to him in such a serious tone.

Feng Yuanjiu withdrew his gaze from the pool, turned to look at Kang Xuanyi.

Kang Xuanyi's eyebrows are like a poem, his temperament is like a god, like a fairy, standing on the clear water, among the golden lotus, he seems to be the most outstanding arrogance of Taoism.

However, he happened to be the Holy Son of the Demon Sect.

Feng Yuanjiu's eyes finally fixed on Kang Xuan's eyebrows, and he responded softly: "Yes."

Kang Xuanyi and Feng Yuanjiu looked at each other for a while, and the words that came to their lips stayed between their lips and teeth, and became a sentence: "When I was practicing today, I suddenly felt that there was going to be a storm in the world. Take care of yourself."

Feng Yuanjiu's cold brows and eyes were suddenly stained with a smile, and he nodded: "Of course, I still hope to be able to obtain the Dao of Longevity."

Kang Xuan's eyes were glued to Feng Yuan Jiu's beautiful eyebrows, and he couldn't take his eyes off: "Ranking at the top of the Nine Peaks, if there is no accident, there must be a bright future."

"Borrow auspicious words from my teacher and uncle." Feng Yuanjiu's eyes fell on Kang Xuanyi, with rare warmth, "Being in the first place, although I have gained a lot of resources and convenience, but it also has a lot of constraints, and many things need to be considered. The interests of the sect cannot be arbitrary."

Feng Yuanjiu's words had no deep meaning, and he was afraid that if he let him go on, the next sentence would be that it is impossible for a disciple of Taiqing to form a Taoist partner with a holy son of the Demon Sect, which would cause unhappiness for no reason.

Kang Xuanyi pretended not to understand, and calmly cut off Feng Yuanjiu's voice: "You are not a monk of my spiritual sect, and your cultivation is not very comfortable. Just choose the immortal path that is beneficial to your cultivation, and you don't need to worry too much."

Feng Yuanjiu and Kang Xuan looked at each other for a moment, and saw that Kang Xuan's glance was about to win, so he lost his mind and didn't continue talking.

The catastrophe of heaven and earth is approaching, and under the law of heaven, everything is a humble dog.

It's not easy to get through this calamity safely, why bother to worry about what's there and what's not?

Well, it's better to leave this matter to the Dao of Heaven, otherwise, every time the divination is made, what's the point if the divination says that the two of them are a match made in heaven?

Kang Xuanyi didn't know what was going on in Feng Yuanjiu's mind. Seeing him staring at him thoughtfully, he felt a sudden change in his heart, and hurriedly opened his mouth to change the topic: "I think you have gained a lot of benefits from your ancestor these few days. But it has benefited a lot.”

The improvement in cultivation base was because the death of the Great Elder removed the mountain hanging over his heart.

No worries, the state of mind has improved, and the cultivation base will naturally improve accordingly.

Just thinking about the scene of the Great Elder's death, Feng Yuanjiu felt no joy in his heart, but a tinge of regret lingered in his heart: "The Yuanhe Palace is full of inspirations, and I will naturally benefit from staying in the palace for a few days."

Kang Xuanyi remained silent, but not because of Feng Yuanjiu's words that obviously prevaricate him, but because of the picture that emerged in his mind.

Above the Huanghuang Hall, the Lords of the Three Taiqing Halls, the Twelve Supreme Venerables gathered.

The ordinary-looking monk stood in front of the stone mirror and told shocking secrets.

He said, "Boxuan is coming back soon."

He said: "He wants to send Boxuanhe back to heaven."

He said: "In this life, I have no regrets in entering the Taiqing. I hope that I will be lucky enough to enter the fairy gate again in the next life, and I will be blessed by my senior brother."

Afterwards, I saw the majestic dharma form falling apart, the exploding inspiration tore apart the space, and the power of nothingness slowly devoured the majestic master at that moment.

Kang Xuanyi was shocked by the death of Great Elder Taiqing, and even more shocked by the news about Lord Boxuan. Countless questions arose in his heart, but he couldn't ask.

One is that Taiqing did not ring the death knell, so it must have kept the death of the Great Elder a secret.

The second is, if he asks, how can he explain such a secret thing from where he learned it?Tell the truth?Just kidding, do you think he didn't chase his beauties hard enough?

Kang Xuanyi's silence really caught Feng Yuanjiu's sideways glance.

Feng Yuanjiuduan measured Kang Xuanyi suspiciously: "Uncle?"

As soon as Kang Xuan collected his emotions, he responded calmly: "Huh?"

Feng Yuanjiu narrowed his fox eyes slightly, sized up Kang Xuanyi, and said firmly, "You have something to hide." After finishing speaking, he added, "It's a matter of guilt."

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