Who is Dao Ling?[Cultivation]

Yun Cong has always felt his nose is very itchy these two days.

He rubbed his nose: "Isn't someone talking about me? Master misses me?"

Xia Jing picked a plum from the plate: "Maybe, since Yun Cong came to our Fuxue Gate, the owner of the gate has held him like an eyeball."

"I can't say that. It should be that after Yun Cong was 12 years old and the foundation was established, the sect master paid special attention to him. Before Yun Cong was 12 years old, although the sect master was very kind to him, it seemed that he was just teasing him. Now I want to train Yun Cong as an heir, even the talisman formations are taught by hand." Su Yu also said, "Since Yun Cong came to Fuxue Gate, at most he just wandered around Fuxue City, It seems that they have never been out before, and now you can take this opportunity to take a good look at it. In the vast world outside, you don’t need to worry about the affairs of the Feng family in Tu Lancheng. According to the news from Master, the Feng family is now in danger, not only It's the Feng family, even the one above them, the Tong family can't take care of themselves."

Speaking of the Tong family, Xia Jing also became interested: "What's wrong with the Tong family? Didn't they already create a sword spirit on their own, and have been in Tulan City for more than ten years?"

"The problem is that the fact that Tong Ling is not a sword spirit was exposed by the owner of the Tianji Pavilion." Su Yu replied with a smile, "Don't say it, when I heard the news, I really wanted to go back and watch it." Look, the faces of the Tong family and the suzerain of the Tulan Saber Sect must be pretty."

Yun Cong and Su Yu are already quite familiar with them. There are only a few direct disciples in the Fuxue Sect. Even if some elders like to accept disciples, it is impossible to accept dozens of them at one go. They can teach five or six at the same time. The number of disciples in Fuxue Sect is already beyond their capacity, each of the elders of Fuxue Sect can have five direct disciples, counting the entire Fuxue Sect, there are not fifty direct disciples in total.

More, just like the master of the sect, he only raised one disciple.

Because there are not many disciples under the sect, when facing good seedlings, there is even more reason to compete with other elders.

He is free, there are not so many disciples under his sect, he is more free than the disciples who come in one by one, because he can raise the new direct disciples better.

Although it is not yet possible to make a conclusion, Yun Cong has a strong premonition that Fengchen is another five-phase spiritual root, and it is something that the elders in the sect can fight for.

He saw that Feng Chen seemed to be Lanzhou who had just entered Fuxue Gate. Although he had been on the boat for a while, he still seemed a little cautious, whether it was the disciples of the Foundation Establishment Stage outside or the disciples of the Golden Core Stage in the small room now. , he doesn't seem to be able to get into it.

At any rate, it was the child he picked up, so Yun Cong thought about bringing up a topic and handed it to Feng Chen: "Then, what does Feng Chen want to learn in the future? I think you have already drawn your breath into your body."

Su Yu felt that his lips were dry after kneading too many melon seeds, and poured himself a cup of spiritual tea: "The wind is stronger than the clouds, and the clouds guide the air into the body, but there are door masters to guide it, and it takes a lot It took a long time to induce Qi into the body successfully."

Shu Yin, who is good at concealment, suddenly appeared next to Su Yu and snatched his teapot: "That can't be counted like this. Yun Cong was only four years old when he entered his body. At Feng Chen's age, Yun Cong could even The foundation has been laid."

Xia Jing rested her chin and looked at Feng Chen for a while: "So, will there be thunder disasters when Feng Chen builds the foundation? I heard that when the clouds build the foundation, there will be thunder disasters. At that time, the sect master My first reaction was 'I'm going to die, Ah Cong'."

Yun Cong smiled slightly and handed him a piece of melon.

Feng Chen took the melon from Yun Cong and took a bite.

"I think, practicing swords," he said.

This is his old line of work. Compared with others, practicing swords makes him more comfortable.

It's just that the clouds now seem a little far away.

Feng Chen and Yun Cong were born in the same world, and they have been together since they transformed into spirits. Even Yun Cong watched him give birth to spiritual consciousness from a knife, and they have been together forever. For thousands of years.

Until, Fengchen experienced calamities.

In fact, there have always been legends about Qi Ling transforming into gods, but no one has actually seen it. At least it has been a long time since there has been no such thing as Qi Ling.

Fengchen has always been an extremely powerful knife, and he is also an absolute top existence among the spirits of their great world. In their great world, many spirits regard him as the supreme, thinking that if there is a spirit If he can stand out and turn his spirit into a god, it must be Feng Chen.

But in fact, as they thought, Fengchen finally ushered in the opportunity to transform into a god.

Before Feng Chen, Qi Ling Huashen was just a legend. As Qi Ling, they had already stood out from a bunch of cold weapons. If they want to go further, they need to pay more effort.

Feng Chen has really paid a lot on the road to making himself stronger, but Yun Cong, who is always by Feng Chen's side, doesn't care much about these.

He doesn't seem to be interested in becoming a god, or in making himself stronger. He is even more interested in other weird methods of human monks.

Feng Chen had told him many times that as a sword spirit, it is more important to focus on oneself, but Yun Cong didn't seem to listen seriously, although at the time he readily agreed, but obviously, it was just perfunctory .

Until the next time, Yun Cong will still think about those things that are useless to Feng Chen.

Feng Chen and Yun Cong are very compatible in other places. Even in cultivation, Feng Chen can clearly feel that there are two completely different feelings between having Yun Cong by his side and without him. Chen even felt that the aura in his body was fettered, and it couldn't run smoothly.

Only in the pursuit of power, the attitudes of the two are almost two extremes.

Before going through the catastrophe, Feng Chen talked with Yun Cong for the last time, but he still died without a problem.

During that time, Feng Chen was really angry.

It is really hard to find an opportunity to turn a weapon into a god. After he was ready, he waited for so many years for this opportunity to come, but Yun Cong didn't take it seriously at all.

Even, Yun Cong said to him with a smile: "You can go through the calamity anyway, don't worry about me, I'm not a child anymore."

"Although, go and walk your broad road!"

It seemed to be wishing him a bright future, but to Feng Chen's ears, it sounded very unpleasant.

During the dozens of reincarnations that Feng Chen experienced, he would often pull Yun Cong out from the bottom of his heart to whip him several times.

Until, after going through dozens of reincarnations, he finally successfully passed through the God Transformation Tribulation and became a god body. With the god position, he also had a few familiar friends in the upper realm. In the past, he realized that this matter might be different from what he thought.

The difference lies in the relationship between the two of them in Yun Cong's eyes.

The drinking buddy who often went to his place to hang out drinks once said while shaking the wine cup: "I don't talk about who, in your heart, what is your relationship with him, have you ever thought about it? It's a relative, a friend, Or something else?"

Feng Chen thought for a long time, and finally replied: "Yes, it can be said to be a close friend."

"...Close friend, do you know what the relationship between close friends is? If you look at other people's close friends, they lie in the same bed every day."

Feng Chen scratched his chin, thought about the scene of Yun Cong nestled in his arms and lay on the same bed with him, his face was inexplicably hot: "Yeah, it's not impossible."

"...Then what about him, who of you is willing to lie in bed with you? If in his eyes, you and him are just closer friends, then there is nothing wrong with his attitude, maybe just It's because you want to get closer to him that you feel that he is indifferent to you, and maybe he treats you like this because he sees clearly."

When Feng Chen heard this, his heart suddenly "thumped", and he poured wine for his drinking buddy himself: "How do you say it?"

"Look, when you were in the lower realm, were you the kind of spirit who focused on cultivation? From what you said, the one in your family doesn't seem to be very keen on cultivation. In this regard, there are two big When you realize this, your reaction is to urge him to practice with you, but when he realizes this, maybe he is ready to part ways with you one day..."

"Impossible, Yun Cong won't want to separate from me!" Hearing this, Feng Chen couldn't help but retort.

"However, this is actually a fact. As cultivators, even if we have become gods, when the two of you go to extremes in cultivation, it is often irreconcilable, and in the end it is very likely to lead to separation. Life is not in sync with each other." The drinking buddy poured himself another glass, "It turns out that his idea is right, you see, you have become a god, but your family is still in the lower realm, and you are still in the lower realm in the end. Separated, he may have expected such a day!"

"Then... Yun Cong can also find a way to become a god, the opportunity is hard to wait, but..."

It's not that I can't wait.

The drinking buddy shook the wine bottle and changed his posture: "Well, this is not my ambition!"

It's also possible that it's not my ambition.

Feng Chen thought.

And the reunion now seems to confirm Feng Chen's thoughts at that time.

Thousands of years have passed, Yun Cong is still the same Yun Cong, even if there is no Feng Chen by his side, he still lives quite comfortably.

Even more at ease.

As for Yun Cong himself, when he faced Feng Chen again, he didn't react at all, as if he had forgotten that there was this person by his side.

Looking at Yun Cong's face as if nothing had happened, Feng Chen couldn't help feeling a bit of resentment.

Sooner or later, he will make Yun Cong cry his name!

Feng Chen took a bite of the melon viciously.