One inch loyalty

"One Inch Loyal Heart" Author: Mei Rudai

Introduction

Green eyes and green feathers, pillowed on the moon and quilt clouds, the queen mother of Yaotai couldn't call, and the temple king couldn't call, so she strayed into the black-hearted loose cultivator's house.

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The great power wins the vitality of the world, the ancestors win the lineage inheritance, and the scattered cultivators win the chance of one person.

If you seize the broken pill and broken baby, you will not enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Fight for the bell of destiny, and add luck.

Throughout the ages, thousands of people have wanted to rely on their own strength to go against the sky, and they have all been like this.

But if it's the opportunity that was taken away... why don't you want to?

——Introduction

Yu Yanxian entered Taoism at the age of four, and learned the art of capturing dragons and controlling phoenixes. After 30 years of kung fu, he can achieve a small success.

The flying frost is like catkins, the wind of swords is like practice, and the wind and snow for several days and nights have blown the immortals to hide from the world, and the ghosts are dormant.

Although Yu Yan was not afraid of the cold, he was blocked by the heavy snow, and he was at a loss as to his future. He could only raise his eyebrows, picked a withered old tree nearby, shook the thick snow under the tree, and crossed his knees. Sit down, spread out the cups and pots, pour wine under the dead tree and drink it yourself.

After several rounds of drinking, Yu Xian's long shoulders were covered with crushed snow, and he tapped the wine vessel and sang gracefully through sporadic drunkenness.The only thing he sang was—"Fei Guang, Fei Guang, persuade me to have a glass of wine."

"I don't know that the blue sky is high and the yellow earth is thick."

"Only seeing the moon is cold and the sun is warm, come to fry life..."

The voice was deep and pleasing to the ear, and he laughed before saying anything, until the sound of wind and snow started again, and the gust of wind completely covered Yu Yan's voice. Candle-bearing dragon. I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew the dragon's meat—"

Before the words fell, a sound of panic was heard in the sea of ​​consciousness, Yu Yan's drunkenness disappeared suddenly, and he hurriedly fell silent.

When he came back to his senses, the smile in his eyes continued unabated, and he said with a low smile, "Fei Guang is too serious."

Just as a gust of cool wind blew by, Yu Yan's eyelids drooped slightly, and after listening for a while, he suddenly said, "Here we come."

After finishing speaking, he wrapped the large and small wine vessels into his arms and swept them up from the snow.

Sure enough, three beautiful female cultivators came from a distance, all dressed as outer disciples of Wanxia Mountain, wearing bright yellow brocade clothes, tied with emerald green silk ribbons.

The three female cultivators rushed to this place while calling for help; there were more than a dozen casual cultivators in the Qi refining period, chasing behind, clearly intending to kill and seize the treasure.

Yu Xianchangsheng was afraid that he would not be able to recover in time, so his movement was two points faster. He performed a fire control technique far away, sacrificed a few fireballs to separate the two people, and then pulled out the copper coin and iron sword, and jumped into the battle circle among.

Others saw that he was going forward like this, and he was building a foundation, and he felt a little timid in his heart.

A dozen or so qi refining monks retreated while fighting, parrying more than ten moves, only to find that this person does not know any unrivaled skills, and does not have one or two powerful magic weapons.

Yu Yan kept on fighting wildly, and occasionally turned into three or two fire crows and fire birds, so naturally he couldn't get any advantage; it was extremely difficult for these ten or so Qi refining monks to scratch his body and take his life.

With such a stalemate for half a stick of incense, the three disciples from the outer sect of Wanxia Mountain had already fled far away.

Yu Xianchang took a look, and then he jumped back, put away the broken iron sword, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "It's a moment of skill, since it's hard to distinguish Xuanzhi, let's say goodbye."

When the casual cultivator stepped forward to yell again, Immortal Yu turned his back, waved his hands, and performed the technique of shrinking the ground to an inch, trying to escape ten miles away.

After standing still, he stroked his temples and asked again with a smile: "Fei Guang, look, I saved three more people, right?"

Along the way, Yu Xianchang always answered questions and chanted by himself.

He waited in the snow for another seven days, watching many Wanxia Mountain disciples returning to the mountain one after another after going out for training, until no one returned for several miles, he drank the wine in the pot, strode away, and picked a room. The dilapidated gymnasium settled down.

The gymnasium is cold and windy all day long, and only one low-grade spirit stone is consumed a day.The store brews its own village wine, which is called "Ruanyun Burns the Throat". The wine is bad and turbid. Every day you stay, you can give three catties for free.

Yu Xianchang was greedy for being aroused by the smell of wine, so he couldn't help but pay the rent for a few more days. Law.

Bystanders saw that Yu Yan was born with a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, which pointed to the temples with awe-inspiring manner, very much like a sword cultivator; but under the peak of the proud eyebrows, there was a pair of smiling eyes, shining like stars when talking, as if he was taught by a great sage and a Confucian, he always asked from his family background.

Yu Yan was not shy, and replied in a clear voice: "The teacher's school is in the nameless barren mountain, and the teacher's reputation is not obvious. Yu is not talented, and he only knows a little bit about how to control beasts."

Many people were dumbfounded, and asked back, "Didn't you, Daoist Yu, have heard people mention that there are all kinds of magical methods in Taoism, the first one is about cultivating the mind, the second one is about casting tools, the second one is called alchemy, and the second one is about controlling beasts?"

While speaking, many well-informed casual cultivators raised points from the sidelines.

It turns out that those who cultivate the mind do not need to rely on external objects, but only look at the root of understanding, look up to the epiphany, and put the knife on the shore, so it is the way to seek immortality.

Casting depends on firepower, and it takes several years to turn gold and stone, and there are times when sincerity comes.

Alchemy requires not only a wealth of wealth, but also the opportunity to find fairy plants and rare herbs. It takes a hundred years to make up a prescription, which is really very difficult.

As for the imperial beasts... For hundreds of years, spirit beasts have disappeared deep in the mountains, and spirit birds have not been seen for a long time, and there are no beasts to guard against.

Yu Yan still had crooked smiling eyes. Others lamented that he wasted 30 years, so he toasted, drank the cup to the brim, and sighed sincerely: "Everyone said it is true. In the past, Zhu Yongman Learning to slay dragons from Zhiliyi, he has completed three years of skills and has not used his skills. Now the world has changed a lot, and there have never been any strange beasts or fairy birds. Not only are Yu's skills useless, but his magic tools are useless. Talismans are also clueless..."

In the cold eyes of the world, he entertained like this for a long time, and when he returned to his room at night, he couldn't help being stunned.

It took a long time for people to think of offering the concealment formation. Five fingers formed into claws and tapped on the heart. There was an extra person in the room. clothes.Even for a rare and handsome man like Yu Yan, compared with him, it is extremely difficult.

It's just that this person's lips are now pale, and his forehead is hot and sweaty, as if he was trapped in a furnace for refining and tormenting.

Yu Yan smiled and called out, "Fei Guang."

Hearing Yu Yan's voice, the man's face changed slightly, as if he hated Yu Yan and hated being in the same room with him.

Yu Yan was still smiling, looking at the man for a moment: "One of the beasts, I should have chosen thousands of choices to find a spirit beast and spirit bird with the same attributes. Now I am the root of fire, You are a water spirit root, not only do you have incompatible attributes, but you are also quite restrained, the more sincerely I cultivate, the hotter Feiguang feels...You are so uncomfortable, blame me for hating me, it's all justified."

When the man named "Fei Guang" heard this, his face became even more furious, and a bloodthirsty color flashed in his eyes. The strange thing in it was like a piece of auspicious jade suddenly turned into an evil soldier.

But Yu Yan wasn't afraid, and said with a soft smile, "But I've only seen you."

Seeing that Fei Guang was silent, with murderous intent in his eyes, Yu Yan also slightly suppressed his smile: "I only met you, only I met you. Counting up, my master, grandfather master, great-grand master... there are ten of them in the family. Among other descendants, I am the only one who is so lucky to have obtained a spirit bird."

The beast-monitoring gate has been handed down from generation to generation, and in four or five hundred years, no beasts that can be controlled have been seen, the techniques are withered, and the incense will soon be cut off.

He was the only one who suddenly got Feiguang.

Once the obsession is paid off, it will naturally be in every possible way...so amiable and lovely in every way.

Whatever Fei Guang said was good.

Yu Yan's eyes were slightly sore, he calmed down, and persuaded with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you don't want me to drive you around. Fei Guang, as long as I see you, I will be very happy."

The more Yu Xianchang talked in such a soft voice, the more angrily Fei Guang became, but the scorching heat all over his body was like a gangrene attached to the bone, stirring up the flesh and viscera to be hot for a moment, and in an instant, people were sweating. eyelashes.

In such a situation, no matter how condensed Fei Guang's killing intent was, others couldn't help but take a second look at the color.

With a quick glance, Yu Yan turned his back, walked to the window, took in his hand the half pot of Ruanyun Shaothroat that he drank during the day, and persuaded in a low voice, "Fei Guang, this wine Cold in nature, after chilling, it has more stamina than ordinary shochu, just take a look, does it feel better?"

As Yu Xianchang said, he stretched out his hand and waved out the window, grabbed Ye Xue from the branch, poured it neatly into the pot, mixed half of the bad wine with half of the snow water, shook it for a while, and then drank with his head up.

The wine melted into the snow water, drinking it like drinking ice, and burning the throat like a steel knife. After entering the stomach, even a single-fire spiritual root like Yu Yan shivered from the cold, and it took a long time to laugh out loud Come on, loudly said: "Happy!"

Ever since he got Feiguang, he often walked in extremely cold places, ate cold soup and cold wine, every time he felt the chill, Feiguang always got better by two points.

When Yu Yan wiped the corners of his mouth and looked back with a smile, he found that Fei Guang's gaze was also on him. The gaze was very strange, and there was vague hesitation in it. Once the gaze met, he quickly avoided it and became Hard as iron.

Yu Yan couldn't understand it, so he couldn't help asking again: "Fei Guang, are you feeling better?"

The man obviously heard it in his ears, but he took a few steps back, holding his hands behind his back and not saying a word.

Yu Yan had no choice but to look at it for a while, and saw that Feiguang's breath was gradually slowing down, and his sweat was a little less, only his long hair was still a little wet, like a spider's web, wrapped around his neck and arms with wetness, so he laughed softly. : "It really works."

Fei Guang didn't know why his expression was a little weird, and he sneered coldly: "You are a fire spirit root, if you go on like this..."

There was no sound in the surroundings, which made it even more obvious that his voice was gentle, it was better than lightly tapping on a jade pendant and a tray full of beads, it was really extremely pleasing to the ear.

It was rare for Yu Xianchang to hear him speak, but surprise flashed across his face