Cultivation

Fengyulou stretched out his hand to support Zhang Linggu, and said to Mingying: "I heard that the exquisite heart with seven apertures is the most clever, but I think the heart of junior sister is afraid of more than seven apertures, it is really tricky."

After speaking, without waiting for Ming Ying to reply, he took off his crane feather cloak and put it on Zhang Linggu: "You are Wu Jiu's apprentice, so please call me uncle."

The old eight flew to Zhang Ling's bone, stretched his neck and shouted: "Master."

Zhang Linggu had no choice but to salute: "Uncle Master."

Fengyulou turned to look at Mingying: "Where is that child of yours who committed a catastrophe?"

Ming Ying waved to the main hall, and the thing wrapped in silk flew out, and was picked up by Fengyu Tower halfway, and after a glance, it was stuffed into Zhang Linggu's arms.

Only then did Zhang Linggu lower his head to look at the ball in his arms. The shawl was so wrapped that only a small face was exposed outside. The face was covered with soft gray hairs. It was hard to tell whether it was a wolf or a dog cub. He closed his eyes and hummed twice, rubbing against Zhang Linggu's body.

The half-demons in the storybook are all human-like with multiple ears or multiple tails. I didn't expect that such a cub would be born to the magnificent Ming Ying.

Seeing Fengyulou stuffing the cub into Zhang Linggu's arms, Ming Ying let go of her bitten lower lip, and with a relieved expression, she kowtowed upright: "Thank you, brother."

Feng Yulou took her worship for granted and ignored her. With a wave of his hand, Wu Jiuzi's body on the ground was smoothly sent to the bed in the room by an invisible wind. Roll up the bricks and tiles of the houses in the Taoist temple, piece by piece, and build them up again around Wujiuzi's body, and finally build a seven-story stone tower with hexagonal cornices, no windows, no doors, but simple and solemn.

It's not a difficult task to keep objects. It may be possible to accurately place thousands of bricks with spiritual sense and pile them up into a stone tower in an orderly manner, but that is not an easy matter.

Mo Wentian reckoned that Fengyu Tower had already entered the realm of fusion of human and sword, and he was only a realm of flying objects, not his opponent at all. He estimated in his heart that if everyone went up together, he would temporarily entangle Fengyu Tower and fight to kill him. How big could Ming Ying be?

Looking at the stone pagoda in front of him, Zhang Linggu knelt down and bowed three times.

But Fengyu Tower said: "There are a few bells under the eaves."

The cultivators on the side have long been impatient to wait, but the dead are the most important, and they have to wait patiently to see the body of Wu Jiuzi placed in the Fengyu Tower. Seeing the completion of the stone pagoda, Qiu Ru couldn't help but jumped again come out.

She stared at Fengyu Tower: "I don't know that Master Feng is going to clean up the house now?"

"I swore I would never hurt her..." Feng Yulou said flatly, "She is at the end of her strength and will fall if the wind blows. If you want to eliminate demons and defend the way, do it."

Mo Wentian was a little dubious, he really didn't dare to follow up with such a cheap freshman: "Headmaster Feng's deep understanding of righteousness is admirable..."

Daoist Qiu got impatient a long time ago, and she stabbed Ming Ying who was kneeling on the ground with her sword: "Since Master Feng said so, then I will be disrespectful!"

Although she acted impetuously, she didn't push her too much. The sword energy was released before anyone moved, and a shallow groove was drawn on the ground where she passed. The sword light stirred up a wind blade, which was very impressive.

"It's up to you?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Ming Ying's mouth. Although she couldn't stand up because of her broken knee, she still showed an unyielding attitude towards people other than Feng Yu Lou. She would not evade this sword. , when the sword stabbed in front of her, she realized that a black ice wall had erected in front of her,

Qiu Rushi's sword light hit the ice wall and smashed the ice wall to pieces, but the shattered ice edge hit Qiu Rushi sharply, covering the sky like a icy rain, and the ice edge was faintly entwined with black air. I know it's not easy to mess with.

Qiu Rushi hurriedly took the sword flower to protect herself and went back. She was about to land on the ground, but a cluster of sharp ice edges appeared on the ground. She had to take a deep breath, and the sword hit the frontmost ice edge to use her strength to continue going. Backing away, the black air on the ice eroded the light of the sword, making the sword in her hand as dim as iron, and she had to grit her teeth to break the sword and cut a few ice edges and continue to retreat.

He rushed up aggressively but retreated all the way down the mountain in embarrassment, and those ice edges fell down one after another like losing control, which made Qiu Rushi escape.

"It was only because I was seriously injured that you escaped with your life." Ming Ying said disdainfully and looked around at the monks: "Which one of you has the ability to kill me? If you can't fight alone, you can still swarm me, anyway. There’s nothing shameless about eliminating demons and defending the Way.”

Originally, those monks really planned to do this, but after she said it so bluntly, the monks who were still planning to lose face had no choice but to stand still.

Seeing them like this, Ming Ying couldn't help laughing again, stopped laughing and said, "I don't want to die at the hands of these ants."

As soon as this sentence was finished, blue flames burst out from her skirt, and the flames immediately melted into a sea of ​​flames and engulfed her. Her whole body was lifted up by the flames and suspended in the air, her hair danced lightly, and the hem of her skirt fluttered , blood was reflected in his eyes, and there was a smile on his face that could captivate all living beings.

This smile was fleeting, and only a piece of ashes remained behind the flames, which was blown by the wind and turned into a little smoke, flying around the stone tower where Wu Jiuzi was buried, and disappeared without a trace.

Mingying's death was so straightforward, which made the monks who were waiting in battle a little disappointed.

Mo Wentian's eyes fell on the cub held by Zhang Linggu: "Is this the half-demon born by Mingying?"

He said with a solemn expression: "The half-demon appears in the world, and the demon is reborn. This is the prophecy left by the master. The noble faction sits guarding the sea of ​​stars, and every calculation is sure to be true. Why not..."

"It's better for you to go back to retreat and improve your cultivation quickly, and clean up all the magic weapons." Feng Yulou cut off his words: "The rebirth of the demon is worth fighting, everyone must work hard."

What he said had nothing to do with him and he was extremely rude, but the scene of him catching the sky thunder with one hand was so shocking that the monks present asked themselves that they were not his opponents, so they had no choice but to watch him pick up a leaf and throw it in the air. When he grew up, he lifted Zhang Linggu up and flung his sleeves to leave.

Qiu Rushi had an idea, and shouted at Zhang Linggu: "You are holding the son of the seductress who killed your master, why don't you kill him now to avenge your master?!"

"It was Ming Ying who killed my master, not this cub..." Zhang Linggu turned his head and glanced at Qiu Rushi. He was aroused by the aloof and aloof temperament of Fengyulou, and said loudly: "Even if the future If I want to settle accounts with him, I will fight him openly when he grows up, instead of attacking him when he is young and weak."

Suddenly he felt contemptuous of these so-called right ways. What is the difference between killing unarmed children and those demons and heretics?

It doesn't matter if such a way is not cultivated.

Fengyulou took out a flute and put it to his mouth, the melodious sound of the flute carried them up into the air and drifted away in the distance.

The remaining monks looked at each other in blank dismay.

The demon was beheaded by Wu Jiuzi, and Ming Ying committed suicide. They came to slay the demon with great momentum, but in the end, Ziwei Xingxi closed the door and finished everything by herself.

It's so frustrating.

"Why does this Headmaster Feng have such an attitude towards the prophecy of the previous generation? Does he know how serious the rebirth of the Heavenly Demon is?"

"I heard that he entered Taoism with the sword, and he didn't use astrology, astrology, and geomancy at all."

"Ziwei Xinghuo has always used astrology as the foundation of its sect, how could it choose a leader who is not good at it?"

"You don't know, all those in his generation who were good at this way were killed by the temptress Mingying, probably because he had no choice but to choose such a headmaster."

"The Ziwei star has completely disappeared."

After discussing for a while, everyone felt that the merits and virtues were complete, and they dispersed contentedly.

Zhang Linggu stared at the back of Fengyulou on the leaves that were quickly shuttling through the clouds here, and felt that this person had a kind of aloofness and indifference that looked down on all living beings. It is really unreasonable for Ying to bear the sky thunder but not to help when everyone wants to kill her, but she is not afraid of public anger and takes away Ming Ying's child.

If I had three points of his ability, how could I be frightened by a few little demons and ask Ming Ying to save me, and why would I take her to the Taoist temple and kill Wu Jiuzi? In the final analysis, I am too weak and incompetent .

The leaves are wrapped with an invisible film like an eggshell, which blocks the wind three inches away. They flew obliquely towards the setting sun, and could only see the undulating mountains below them, the trees piled up with waves, the lakes like beads, and the rivers like jade belts. The sky and the earth are boundless and vast.

How insignificant it is to stand alone between the heaven and the earth, if you want to look down on the mountains and rivers, you must have the ability of Fengyulou, so that you can stand upright in the wind and rain and face the turbulent waves with a smile.

When the leaves fell, Zhang Linggu saw a vast snow mountain in front of him. There was a small village under the snow mountain. There were only a few scattered families in the village. The houses here were all made of huge stones, square and square. standing in the snow.

Fengyulou fell in front of the largest stone house, and the barriers they protected disappeared as soon as they landed. Zhang Linggu only wore the crane feather cloak given to him by Fengyulou. He was also not resistant to the cold, so he pulled his clothes tightly to cover himself and the cub in his arms, but the biting cold wind still blew in from the cuffs and collar, making his spirit bones shiver from the cold.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old child came out of the cellar next to the house with two cabbages in his arms, and hurriedly saluted when he saw Fengyulou: "Yuan Qi has met the real head teacher."

He ran into the stone house at a trot: "Uncle Bei, the master teacher is here."

It's coming, it's not coming back...

Zhang Linggu heaved a sigh of relief, if this is the so-called Ziwei Xinghuo who was once famous all over the world, he might be disappointed.

In the story book, the places where immortals practiced are all covered with white jade paved with cranes, but it is so cold here that cranes cannot be raised... Maybe it is such a difficult place that can practice the domineering swordsmanship of Fengyulou, Zhang Linggu is despising it in his heart For my own vanity, I saw a tall bearded man lift the cotton curtain and come out of the house.

He hurried over and said in an urgent voice: "Senior Brother Feng, did you bring back Senior Brother Wu Jiu..."