Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

"Sister Feng, has Ji Lingyu gone back?"

"Ok!"

"Sister Feng, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, sister Xiaoyao, why did you leave Ji Lingyu alone just now? Didn't you bring him here? You're not worried about him not being able to get out."

"Ji Lingyu is actually quite annoying. Sister Feng, let's just ignore him. He thinks of me when he asks for something, and wishes I would disappear when he has nothing to do."

"Ok!"

"Sister Feng, something's wrong with you. Did Ji Lingyu piss you off just now? I'm going to teach him a lesson for you. I haven't given this guy the magic weapon alchemy furnace he begged me for. Now he is completely broke. He has no magic weapons, and he doesn't even have a furnace to make elixirs. Ha ha……"

The Seventh Young Master, Feng Xiwu, turned his head when he heard this and glanced at Xiaoyao Meng, who was lying outside and laughing.

At this time, the two of them were dressed in white clothes and lying on a black simple bed.

"Ji Lingyu may be in trouble when he asks you for the alchemy furnace. It's less than ten years since the Imperial City Tournament. Sister Xiaoyao can't act willfully. You must know that his cultivation is weaker than other talented monks from other major sects..."

Xiaoyaomeng stopped smiling and stared at Feng Xiwu with her big bright eyes, as if she wanted to explore something.

"What's this? It's just a furnace. He is so powerful, and my mother thinks so highly of him that she actually made him my father's direct disciple. Could it be that a furnace can stump a heroic man?"

Feng Xiwu turned his head and looked at the top of the black wooden bed, his eyes wandering and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Xiaoyao Meng stopped joking when she was like this. She said calmly: "Okay, okay, what Sister Feng said is right. I will give him the alchemy furnace tomorrow."

She rolled her big eyes and said with a smile: "Sister Feng, come with me. What's the point of staying in this deserted inner palace?"

"Monks from all sects have gathered in the Imperial City. I have to hold an exchange meeting to win over them, see if there are any powerful monks, and make more preparations for the Imperial City Competition."

Xiaoyao Meng pursed her lips and said in displeasure: "These things are really boring. I'd better go find Ji Lingyu. Now that he has become my senior brother, how could he not give me a greeting gift and actually ask me for the magic stove first..."

Feng Xiwu's eyes were slightly closed, his face was calm, but his pink and red lips exuded a seductive charm.

Xiaoyaomeng just stared at it for a while, and after a while, she also hugged her sideways, hugging the plump and delicate body that was much bigger than her. She put her right hand on the majestic part of her chest and slowly closed her eyes.

……

Ji Lingyu returned to the Tianzi room of the Plaza Inn. When he sat at the table, he couldn't wait to turn his left hand over, holding a fiery red elegant and slender flying sword in his hand.

He looked at it for a while, but couldn't feel anything, so he no longer hesitated, and the blood-red light in his left hand shone brightly, and he began to practice.

In the outer room of this sky-sized room, fiery red light flashed.

a day later.

The outer room was still flashing red. A young man in white clothes in front of the table had his eyes closed tightly. At this time, his right hand was also filled with blood red light and continued to inject spiritual power into the fiery red slender ruler Xu Feijian in front of him.

But at this moment, the wind chime at the door rang.

Ji Lingyu's eyes suddenly opened and he looked at the forbidden formation light curtain at the door.

"Who will come looking for me now?"

But he didn't bother to pay attention to it. Now was the critical moment, and he couldn't interrupt the flaming flying sword ritual. Otherwise, all the extra spiritual power spent on the ritual would be in vain.

But at this moment, a red jade pendant on his waist flashed with light.

Seeing this, Ji Lingyu had no choice but to retract his magic skills with both hands, hold the flaming red flying sword in the middle that had been practiced for a day with his left hand, and put it back into his sleeves.

He stood up and rushed to the front of the room. He changed the magic formula on his right hand and opened the formation with a burst of spiritual power.

Seeing that Xiaoyaomeng was at the door, he returned to the table and sat down.

Xiaoyaomeng stepped in and the door closed automatically. She saw Ji Lingyu staring at her in a hazy manner.

He frowned and said in confusion: "Senior Brother Ji, now you are my real senior brother. Why are you showing off before you even give me a greeting gift?"

Ji Lingyu sighed and said: "I was refining an ancient flying sword just now. You can only fail to refining it as soon as you come..."

Xiaoyao Meng frowned upon hearing this, sat down at the table, picked up a colorful spiritual fruit, and started eating it.

He also muttered: "Tsk, what do you think this girl is doing? You look so ugly, why don't you just re-sacrifice it? Where did you get the ancient treasure?"

Ji Lingyu had nothing to hide. He flipped his left hand and threw the flaming flying sword on the table.

"Well, the Seventh Young Master gave me the ancient treasure in advance, otherwise I wouldn't have much confidence to compete in the Zhongdu Imperial City Tournament."

Xiaoyaomeng's big eyes widened as she stared at the long red flying sword on the table.

"Is this an ancient flying sword made by Fire Phoenix Feather? Sister Feng's family heirloom, she actually gave it to you..."

Ji Lingyu's expression changed, and he asked doubtfully: "What? It seems like this flaming red flying sword has a big reason?"

"Of course it's very big. This is one of the pair of ancient treasures left to Sister Feng by her mother. She has never left her. Now she gives it to you. It seems that she is betting that you can win the fight."

Ji Lingyu heard this and continued to ask: "You said that her fiery red flying sword never leaves her body. It seems that no one has refined and used this sword for a long time?"

Xiaoyao Meng stared at Ji Lingyu as if he was looking at an idiot.

"This is an ancient flying sword of the fire type! Sister Feng also has another ancient flying sword of the wind type called Qingluan. It was originally a pair with this fire phoenix flying sword. It is an ancient sword passed down from ancient times by the Feng clan. precious."

Ji Lingyu was thoughtful, his expression changing.

Seeing this, Xiaoyao Meng said softly: "Ji Lingyu, you must win the competition. Sister Feng is actually very difficult in this palace. She took her mother's surname of Feng and was excluded by other palace owners, and... "

When Xiaoyaomeng said this, she suddenly stopped talking and covered her small red lips with her hand.

Seeing this, Ji Lingyu did not explore any of the secrets of the Seventh Young Master. He nodded and said: "This is certain. I must enter this secret realm of the royal family. How can I not do it with all my strength? Even if I use all my cards, I will definitely win the battle." Ranking.”

He looked at Xiaoyaomeng again and continued: "Junior sister Xiaoyao, did you come to me specifically to ask for a meeting gift today? Unfortunately, senior brother, I don't have much, and I am short of money..."

Xiaoyao Meng pursed her lips and looked disdainful.

"As a senior brother, I have the nerve to say such things. Since you don't have a meeting gift, senior sister, I will give you this little junior brother meeting gift. When you see me from now on, you will call me Senior Sister Xiaoyao."

Throwing a palm-sized triangular bronze alchemy furnace onto the table.

Ji Lingyu looked at it for a moment, hesitated for a long time, and then asked: "Is this a magical alchemy furnace? It seems to be an old object that has been used for many years. No one has used it for a long time."

Xiaoyaomeng stared at Ji Lingyu and smiled meaningfully: "This is what my mother asked for. If you call me, senior sister, this will be yours."

Ji Lingyu looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Junior sister Xiaoyao, my wife accepts me as master's direct disciple, which means that I am your senior brother's. How can you let me call you senior sister casually?"

Then he continued: "Besides, Senior Sister asked me to keep you safe and sound. Are you going to protect me as Senior Sister in the future?"

Xiaoyaomeng didn't care when she heard this. She laughed and said: "Who wants your protection? My father's sword can't even block the Nascent Soul monk. Now you are Wu Shan, who is in the middle stage of Jindan, and you can only dodge here and there. How about you?" Said to protect me..."

When Ji Lingyu heard this, his expression was dull, and he stared at Xiaoyaomeng in front of him silently.