I cultivate immortality only by mouth

At night, Feng Yu flicked his sleeves towards the top of the tent, and made a magic trick. The top of the white tent reflected a night sky, on which the moonlight was like water, and the stars were bright and clear.He stood cross-legged and breathed with his eyes closed.

Mu Wenguang has already left, and Shi Zili still has a childlike heart. He just got a new toy, even if Feng Yu rang the school bell in disguise, he still couldn't bear to let go.

He was playing wax drop play, using the flame of a candle to light a piece of paper, pointing to it and saying, "Hi everyone, you are about to burn."

A faint blue flame sprang up, and Shi Zili used his talent of speech to set the fire. The flames he summoned were extraordinary and random in type. This was the first time he had seen this fire.The flame covered the surface of the talisman paper with a shallow layer, burned for a few seconds, and still extinguished by itself.

Hi, it works.Shi Zili took a sip of water, stroked his throat, and brewed for a while.

"Burn it, Firebird—" [burns for two seconds]

"It was I who gave you freedom and went too far—" [It's even worse, it didn't even catch fire]

"Rushing through Kyushu in a hurry--" [After burning for half a minute, the heroic song is still powerful]

"The green mountain is my love, the raging flame is my love—"

Obviously God knows that he has no love for this paper man, and this time there is no flame.Shi Zili didn't care, he was having fun, twisting his buttocks and continued to sing: "Baby~ your love is fire, my heart is fire, love is fire, we are fire—"

Feng Yu's eyelids twitched, and he grabbed the little junior who was absent in class and made noise and disturbed the people, and sat down next to him. He crossed his legs, put his hands on his knees, pinched two orchid fingers, and posed like a doll for meditation. gesture, and squinted at him.

Shi Zili wondered and asked: "Isn't it nice?" He is very confident in his voice, we rely on our voice for food.

Feng Yu didn't raise his eyelids, he was very indifferent: "It sounds good."

Feng Yu is an elegant demon, and Shi Zili's singing is really nice.He was full of compliments, such as "the singing is as melodious as the half-transparent camphor leaves under the thin sunlight in the morning, rolling with a little dewdrop" and other sour words, but thinking about it, love songs are not sung to He listened, this behavior is not worth advocating.

Shi Zili looked down, and saw that the paper figurine had been burned by various flames, its surface was as smooth as new, and its mouth still couldn't move, obviously scolding him silently.

Feng Yu said: "Although the flame you summoned is of extraordinary quality, it is heterogeneous and not pure. He is not afraid of it." He added, "Today, he made Shuda a big mess."

This is just a little monster in the middle stage of concentration, and his attack methods are also flashy, so it's not worth paying attention to. The younger brother has already finished playing, so he can learn with peace of mind.

Shi Zili's eyes lit up, Neng panicked, obviously the Huo Neng really hurt him.Shu Da is a spirited mouse, but in the world of comprehension that pays attention to bloodlines, Zhenyi, an ordinary mouse, has not cultivated to the soul-condensing stage.

To be precise, Shuda is a fire mouse, a monster of level [-] or [-] in Feifanjian online games, but a kind of strange mouse in ancient Han legends, also known as the fire beast, whose fur is indestructible by fire. In "Shen Yi Jing" and "Ten Continents" are recorded.

Poets of various dynasties often used the image of the fire mouse in their poems. For thousands of years, it has accumulated a lot of blessings for the fire mouse family.Huoshu lived in seclusion in the volcano at the end of the South China Sea. No one from his clan was born for hundreds of years. Shu Dacheng was born by luck of the clan. He opened up his spiritual wisdom 20 years after he was born, which is the hope of the whole clan.

Sure enough, as soon as Shuda's name was mentioned, the paper figurine's squirming mouth stopped, its entire facial features disappeared, and the complicated and delicate clothing patterns on the paper disappeared. At first glance, it became an ordinary piece of paper. , No matter how much you poke, you are still playing dead.

Shi Zili squeezed out a ferocious look, and asked, "Why don't you have a monster aura?"

A bulge appeared on the piece of paper, and the voice said softly: "I am a master of calligraphy, played by mortals every day, contaminated with too much popularity, and there is also the dragon spirit of the emperor, and my own way has been shattered." It's all here and there, and the monster energy is as thin as the monster power."

"No wonder." Shi Zili was stunned, this guy clearly had a mid-stage cultivation, but he was so weak that he could be poked down with a single finger.

This was a bit hurtful, but he didn't say it out. Thinking about this kid's weak foundation, he didn't have any magical weapons, so he could only fool people around by waving pieces of paper, and his path became narrower and narrower.

The paper figurine begged: "I shouldn't take the initiative to pick things up. It's just that I just reached the middle stage of Condensation Soul. I wanted to test my own depth and offended a few people. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Everyone is a demon cultivator, and you are all gods." My favorite son, the road can be expected, so please let me go!"

What he said was extremely pitiful, and the life of casual cultivators was really difficult. Thinking about it, the monks of the three schools who walked outside were at the lowest stage of concentration, and he himself was only at the stage of concentration, and he could only bully anyone Fate, full of misery and desolation, couldn't help crying loudly.

The surface of the paper figurine seemed to be covered with a layer of wax. The teardrops did not soak the paper, but floated on it, rolling around, and dripping on the table.

"..." Shi Zili was so old, it was the first time he saw someone cry, he was at a loss for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he said, "You swear on your own soul that you will not hurt my Penglai students in the future, so I will let you go."

The paper figurine still cried for a while, and then slowly stopped the tears. Sobbing, he put his left hand between his eyebrows and his right hand on his dantian: "I will live in this world for a day, and I will never hurt any student of Penglai Xianjia Academy. , the demon god is above, if you violate this oath, your cultivation base will be wiped out, the demon core will be wiped out, all three souls will be lost, and all seven souls will perish."

As he spoke, his stature grew bigger, and he became an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with tears on his face. He stretched out his chubby little hand and high-fived Shi Zili.

A deep purple chain emerged from between the two palms, hiding between the young man's eyebrows, the iron chain trembled, and there was a rattling sound of the lock being locked.

The oath was fulfilled, Shi Zili opened the tent and let people out, and when he returned to his room, Feng Yu sighed: "If you make people cry twice, you will lose your balance, you can't do this."

Shi Zili rubbed his face: "It's pitiful for me to look at it. People haven't done anything crazy, so forget it." A doll with a water gun trying to rob eight adults is not considered an attempted murder. It's called being unclear.

As long as he can remember, he has basically spent time on campus, and his actions are pure and immature.He is not the only one who has this problem, the little monsters born in the past hundred years, who have not been tortured by the flames of war, are all innocent and childish.

This incident was quickly over, and what made Mu Wenguang happy was that when someone came to attack again the next day, several of them responded more quickly. The four of them worked together to restrain the intruder, and the other two sacrificed A magic weapon that blocks the sky in all directions.

They have already entered the boundary of Yanjing, and they can see the imperial city from a distance. The dragon aura has dissipated early, only a few golden spots remain, lingering over the imperial city for hundreds of years, stubbornly recalling the glory of the past.

These spots of light have long since lost their memories of life, leaving only a little obsession, but they are also good materials for refining weapons.It's just that the emperor's dragon spirit is the most difficult to deal with, decent monks don't want to provoke it easily, and the idle demon cultivators can't match the righteousness of the people in the imperial city, so let them circle around.

Babao Mountain is near the mountains in the west of Yanjing. The closer they are to the destination, the more attackers will be attacked. The most dangerous time was that they had just experienced a small battle when they bumped into a magic cultivator in the Dzogchen period.

The two team leaders finally made a move, Feng Yu released the body of the swallowing dog, and jumped into the battle with the demon cultivator.Mu Wenguang's robe stretched out like flowing water, surrounded the six students, put them in the sleeves, and did not forget to turn the cuffs outward so that they could watch the battle.

The demon cultivator was dressed in a navy blue magic robe, and he didn't spell spells. He would entangle him as soon as he met him. He was like a ghost, hammering, smashing, chopping, twisting, and using various methods.

Mu Wenguang explained: "He lacks a magic weapon. He knows that the two of us have reached the mid-term cultivation level, but we are still brave and unafraid of fighting. He really relies on it. The prototype of this person should be some kind of vicious and vicious soft weapon. Like a ghost, it changes freely."

When decent monks fight, they mostly smash spells at each other several miles apart, the rhythm is quite slow, and there are empty chatter, you mock me once, and I mock you once.

In such a close combat, Mu Wenguang thought to himself that he would be at a disadvantage, afraid that the opponent would fight with this idea, and take advantage of the unpreparedness to kill an opponent in the middle stage of the fugue first, leaving one person to slowly attack, As for the little guy with the remaining six body training stages, he doesn't care at all.

He looked at Feng Yu with a cold expression, advancing and retreating freely, without letting the hem of his robe touch him, he felt ashamed, and sighed: "It is said that Feng Yu can temper his body in one battle, I thought it was just a compliment from a good person , Seeing you today, you will know that there is nothing wrong with it, and it may not be without reason."

He is one of the few on the leaderboard who hasn't competed against Feng Yu. Feng Yu is notoriously difficult to challenge, and his mother Wen Guangben also had the intention of competing against each other. When he saw Feng Yu fighting with his own eyes, he gave up even more.

He thought about it and sighed for a while, and said in his mouth: "All concentrate on watching and learning. Don't just look at senior Feng, look at the behavior of that demon cultivator. His set of exercises is extremely proficient, and there is no flaw in his movement. Lu, the trick is fierce."

The rest of the people had their eyes widened and concentrated their magic power on their faces, and they were reluctant to blink, for fear of missing the wonderful moment.But Shi Zili knew that Mu Wenguang's words were meant for himself—such as the magic cultivator's move, he actually saw two flaws—and couldn't help being distracted.

Feng Yu had used Gein's attack methods on him before in the arena, and he tried his best to dismantle most of them, but the remaining half couldn't be broken, so Feng Yu repaired it severely.

During this trip, he has experienced seven or eight battles, big and small, enough for Shi Zili to realize that his fighting consciousness is far superior to that of his peers, and even slightly stronger than Mu Wenguang.

——There may be geniuses in the world, but there has never been a genius who knows fighting skills from birth. This is the result of Feng Yu's ten years of constant changing attack methods in the arena, patiently training one move after another.

This kind of kindness will not be wiped out because Feng Yu beats the crap out of him every time and looks for his teeth all over the place.Shi Zili is lazy by nature, if he hadn't been urged by such a person every day, he would not have entered the country so quickly.

Shi Zili was deeply moved when he suddenly saw the good intentions of his senior brother.

That night, when they reached the boundary of Babao Mountain, Mu Wenguang took out the tent and sent everyone to rest.

Feng Yu was about to sit cross-legged when he saw Shi Zili walking in slowly, with his hands behind his back, looking at him with soft, shy eyes.

Feng Yu's heart tightened, he lowered his eyes for a while, and then looked at him again, with a very soft tone: "What are you doing?"

Shi Zili smiled and said: "Brother, take off your shoes and give me your feet."

Feng Yu was a master in the Tang Dynasty, and the ancients loved to use "feet" as their sexual intention.Feng Yu took a few breaths, his expression complicated and indescribable: "You, Junior Brother...I didn't expect to have this, this habit?" It was a little bit beyond his lower limit, but if Junior Brother likes it, he...

"What?" Shi Zili frowned, and found a basin out of nowhere, "I'll wash your feet."

Feng Yu: "... Cultivators don't stain the world, why waste their time..." It's so clean that you don't need to wash it, how do you want to play?

"That still needs to be washed." Shi Zili is not good at sensationalism, but he is very sincere. He deliberately recited the 400-word digest of "Grateful to Water-I Wash Mom's Feet" and said affectionately at this time, "Brother The kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain, and I will never be able to repay this love and this debt! I can only be a caring person at ordinary times, seize every opportunity, care for you, and repay you with my own practical actions——Chang Accompanied The old man chats, often helps the old man with some housework, often washes the old man's feet..."

His senior brother was really moved, even though he wasn't in the arena, he still beat him to the brim, making teeth all over the place.

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