Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

"It is this spirit beast, but now it is a little tired, so it has returned to the spirit beast ring to rest. Does Mr. Feng know what kind of monster this kind of invisible fiery red insect is?"

The old man in white frowned and pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "This monster is most likely Yan Ling'e. It belongs to a rare monster race in ancient legends. There are very few in number. This insect does not have strong attack power, but it is good at hiding. And illusion, this is the monster that the monks are looking for hard, and the illusion it transforms can help the monks survive the tribulation of the mortal world."

Ji Lingyu looked surprised when he heard this, and couldn't help but lost his voice: "I didn't expect this fiery red insect to come from like this? Its nest is on the edge of the earth fire dragon's habitat, and I don't know if it has left there yet. This information must be valuable. "

The old man in white said with a smile: "This is just a possibility. This kind of monster is extremely vigilant and will never stay in its original lair."

Ji Lingyu came back to his senses, feeling a little disinterested. Seeing that Feng Xingyun on the side also had a look of disappointment, he smiled lightly and said: "This demon cultivator in shape is not something that my disciples can deal with yet, let's not talk about this insect."

Feng Xingyun said at this time: "Senior brother, I am chatting with my great-grandfather first. Junior brother, I feel a little uncomfortable and have gone back to my room to rest."

Ji Lingyu was speechless when she saw the young man in white going back to the thatched house very lonely.

But the old man in white chuckled and said: "Don't pay attention to him, there is nothing wrong with being a mortal. Didn't the old man turn from a Nascent Soul monk to a disabled person in an instant? It is rare in the world to live for a thousand years, why bother to fight for the opportunity to become a god? , in this case, even those decades or hundreds of years of hard work and cultivation will be nothing but nothing in the end.”

Ji Lingyu nodded and added: "Junior Brother Feng must not be willing to waste his time like this. He still has three to four hundred years to live, so it is not impossible to seize his body and rebuild it."

The old man in white clothes stared at the young man in white robes in front of him, his eyes flashed, and he laughed and said: "My little friend must have come to Lao Chen's secluded place for other reasons. What Xingyun did is something that Lao Chen regrets in his heart. If If you have a way, you might as well say it straight, I always go straight and don't like to make twists and turns."

Ji Lingyu said with some confusion: "It is said that Mr. Feng doesn't like being disturbed by outsiders and has a weird temperament. Now it seems that... the disciple is quite puzzled..."

The old man in white clothes laughed and said: "How can anyone be relieved that their cultivation has been ruined? I have lived in seclusion in this barbaric area for hundreds of years. Now my life is short. There is nothing left to see. In the end, I am just a piece of loess. Compared with those What's the difference between a powerful monk and a dominating monk?"

Ji Lingyu was silent for a long time and then nodded and said: "Old Feng can see clearly that this disciple has been too abrupt and talkative."

At this time, he changed his tone and said: "I am not completely sure that I can help Junior Brother Xingyun get out of this predicament. Let me think it over carefully before talking to Mr. Feng."

At this moment, Feng Xingyun rushed out of the thatched hut and said eagerly, "Senior Brother Ji really has a way? You might as well tell me that as long as there is hope, I will be willing to bear any price..." "

When Ji Lingyu saw him staring at her, he was unmoved and just looked at Feng Lao.

When the old man in white saw this, he sighed.

"Little friend Ji, if you want anything you want, just ask."

"This disciple has always been interested in the way of sword cultivation, but now he can't practice the sword technique first. He can only learn the sword and look to Feng Lao for guidance."

When the old man in white heard this, his pale face wrinkled up, his eyes brightened, and he looked at Ji Lingyu for a long time.

After a long while, he shook his head and said: "I have never heard of such a method. Only those who are extremely talented in sword cultivation can do such a thing. But little friend Ji, you don't have any talent in swordsmanship. This is even harder than reaching the moon in the nine heavens. Don’t do it…”

Feng Xingyun also said at this time: "Senior Brother Ji, I have also practiced swordsmanship since childhood, but I have only heard of such things in the legends of Xiaoyao Sword Sect, but they are all possible because of their amazing natural swordsmanship. To understand the meaning of the sword, generally the golden elixir sword cultivator has to acquire a clear sword mind to become one with his own flying sword deity, and can use possessed techniques such as sacrificial sword technique."

Ji Lingyu's eyes showed disappointment when he heard this, but it disappeared in a flash, and he smiled and said: "This is really the disciple's whim."

Then he looked at Feng Xingyun and said with some helplessness: "The thing I mentioned before that can help my junior brother is the news that my senior brother has some spiritual objects that can transform. Now like this..."

"Senior Brother Ji, Junior Brother..."

At this time, Feng Lao interrupted Feng Xingyun and said: "Xingyun, there is no need to say more. What you gain is a blessing, and what you lose is fate."

"Great grandpa, my great-grandson no longer wants to live like this. He wants to go out and see the outside world..."

Feng Xingyun knelt down in front of the old man in white, tears rolling down his face, and cried out in pain.

"Hey! I am now a useless person, what can I do..."

Feng Lao held the young man in white in front of him in his arms, his eyes full of pity, and his thin and withered figure was crumbling.

Seeing their grandfather and grandson like this, Ji Lingyu smiled awkwardly and said, "This is going to bother Lao Feng. Junior Brother Feng, Senior Brother will come see you another day."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Little friend Ji, please stay!"

The old man in white robe turned to look at the young man in white robe, his cloudy eyes full of determination.

Ji Lingyu stopped and heard Feng Lao say: "Young friend Ji, you don't just have news about transformed spiritual beings. You can tell me whatever conditions you want. I can give up all my old bones in exchange for them."

Hearing this, Ji Lingyu smiled lightly and said: "Mr. Feng is joking, there is no need for this. I really don't have wind-type spiritual objects, but there is a gold-type spiritual object, Huanglongjing. It is also a thing that can transform quickly. Junior Brother Feng relies on this thing to be very important." It is possible to shape a physical body.”

Feng Xingyun also wiped away his tears at this time and looked at Ji Lingyu with burning eyes.

Feng Lao said: "The transformation of this kind of elixir is not tens of thousands of years old. I'm afraid it won't be possible. Since I exchanged it for such a thing, what else can this old man get into my eyes?"

Ji Lingyu thought for a moment and said: "Mr. Feng used to be a swordsman. He must have a lot of experience in swordsmanship, so please record it all. The disciple may gain something, but not necessarily."

After saying this, a red jade box appeared in his right hand.

"This object is sealed by a fierce sword. I wonder if Feng Lao can open it?"

As he spoke, he threw the red jade box towards the old man in white.

"Oh! This..."

Feng Lao caught the red jade box with one hand, looked at it carefully for a moment, shook his head and said: "If such an old sword spirit is still cultivated, it will not be difficult to unlock this restriction. Now I am afraid..."

"Grandpa, let your grandson try it."

Feng Xingyun stood up, took the red jade box in one hand, closed his eyes, and began to explore it with his spiritual consciousness.

After a moment, the boy in white's right hand shone brightly with white light, filled with sharp sword intent, and the red jade box was wrapped in a flash of white light.