Little Anding is two and a half years old, and his face looks like that of his mother Ni Qiufeng, who is pink and jade-shaped. But his figure looks like that of Fei Jingting, who is only two and a half years old and looks almost one meter tall.
This person has a good foundation inherited from his fairy father, plus he spent a lot of time in a small world full of ideas, so his body is much stronger than that of an ordinary child.
Fu Yunzhao had just complained about the restless little Anding, when the brat's giggles came from outside.
Ni Qiufeng shouted in the yard: "Come down! If you don't come down, I will beat you!"
Fei Jingting walked to the window and saw little Anding climbing up the treetop. He didn't care about his mother's threat. He let go of his hands and stood on the trembling branch of the tree. He took aim at the lynx and jumped down.
This jump frightened Ni Qiufeng half to death. Fortunately, the lynx was quite reliable. It jumped up a foot high and hugged little Anding down firmly.
Ni Qiufeng instantly blushed, pulled the child over, and spanked the child with a feather duster: "I want you to be naughty! Do you dare to disobey me? I think your skin is itchy!"
After being beaten, little Anding immediately became honest.
Fu Yunzhao came over happily and said, "Look, this kid is getting more and more naughty."
Fei Jingting smiled and said nothing. Where did he come from? Most of the children, regardless of gender, were picked up. Speaking of which, when he was a child, he was not any better than Anding. Every year during the holidays, he would
His parents would always criticize Fei Jingting for his outrageous behavior when he was a child.
Ni Qiufeng was also very cruel, and finally used a lot of strength to beat little Anding to tears. He led him into the bungalow, and when he raised his head, he caught a glimpse of Fei Jingting looking down from the study window.
Ni Qiufeng came up to kill him shortly after, and said angrily: "I can't control your son... People say that you are a strict father and a loving mother, but it's better for you. The elder just doesn't care about anything, as if the son is not yours."
What could Fei Jingting say? He hurried over and apologized: "What the hell, why don't you care? Anding is just being naughty now and hasn't made any mistakes. I will teach him a lesson when he makes a mistake."
"Make a mistake? I'm afraid that Tao will die before he makes a mistake. Did you see? When you climb up such a tall tree, you have to jump down. At least there is a lynx watching from the side. If no one is watching, what will happen?
What should I do if something goes wrong?"
Fu Yunzhao couldn't help but said: "Sister Ni, little Anding is very smart. He never jumps when no one is looking at him."
Ni Qiufeng was furious: "Then we can't go on hunting for him, right?"
Fei Jingting said, "Don't worry. In two years, when the child is older, we will teach him how to read and write."
What else could Ni Qiufeng say? After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't rest assured and went down to see Little Anding.
Fei Jingting came downstairs and met everyone, and then he, Fu Yunzhao and Zhang Leyao understood the mystery of the art of disguise.
The technique of false form incarnation also originated from the Nangong Sect. This technique can only be disguised at first, that is, changing the form. After reaching a certain level of cultivation, you can transform into a dragon, move clouds and spread rain, or transform into a roc to travel around Kyushu. Of course, this is
In a state of abundant inspiration.
The heaven and earth in this area are cut off from inspiration. Even if Fei Jingting can transform into a dragon, he is not that capable of making clouds and rain. At most, he can affect the climate of a place when there are many dark clouds.
When you practice to the extreme, you can separate the incarnation outside the body. The spirit and soul are differentiated, and the incarnation and the body are separated but unified. You must have the cultivation of an earthly immortal to perform actions.
Wei Jiang is a special case. He has a realm but no cultivation. Therefore, after replenishing a large amount of spiritual energy, he will immediately regain the cultivation of the Earth Immortal Peak, and then differentiate into an external incarnation in the void.
Fei Jingting supposedly had reached the threshold of the Earth Immortal, and all that was left was the last step. But it was this last step that directly made it impossible for him to create a clone out of thin air like Wei Jiang.
If you can't learn Wei Jiang, you can only find other methods. In the art of false form incarnation, there is a method of incarnation of false objects. However, this method requires a lot of real energy to be used, and it consumes a lot of real energy to maintain it.
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It would be fine if Fei Jingting was always by his side. Once he was far away and the method would be ineffective, it would be equivalent to giving up part of his soul out of thin air, which was really not worth the gain.
Fei Jingting expressed his doubts, and the two women in front of him looked at each other, and then Zhang Leyao said: "Husband... have you ever thought about your natal magic weapon?"
"Um?"
Fu Yunzhao said, "Brother Jingting's Shen Tongqi method is weird. He wears the skin of Zhengyi, but inside he is the bones of Quanzhen."
Zhang Leyao nodded: "That's true, so your husband has never cultivated a magical weapon?"
"Um...have you all cultivated your natal magic weapon?"
Zhang Leyao said: "I started cultivating as soon as I entered Taoism. Later, I refined the Dharma Seal myself, and then I re-entrusted my life to the Dharma Seal."
Fu Yunzhao simply took out the nine-section whip from his waist and said: "This nine-section whip is my natal magic weapon, and I have never changed it."
When you enter the Tao, you must place your mind on the natal magic weapon. At first, you only nourish it with the true air, and then you place your mind on it. Later, you place part of your soul on it. From this, the natal magic weapon and the Taoist mind
Connected, as indicated by the arms.
After hearing this, Fei Jingting asked puzzledly: "How come I haven't heard you say this before?"
Fu Yunzhao said confidently: "Brother Jingting has shared the Shen Tongqi technique with me a long time ago. I looked more like it was from the Quanzhen lineage, so I thought I didn't need to practice the natal magic weapon, so I didn't mention it."
Zhang Leyao said with a smile: "My husband is such an expert in cultivation, how can I know that my husband doesn't know the magic weapon of my destiny?"
This is dark under the lamp.
However, Fei Jingting became excited. This natal magic weapon is entrusted with the soul, connected to the body and mind, and can be controlled by the art of incarnation. Wouldn't it be just right?
I first asked the two women how to practice their natal magic weapons, and then they started practicing with great enthusiasm.
Unexpectedly, just after lunch, Marshal Zhang came to visit.
As soon as he saw Fei Jingting, Marshal Zhang couldn't help but express his bitterness: "Mr. Fei, I've been here more than ten times, and you are finally out of seclusion."
Fei Jingting smiled and led Marshal Zhang to sit down: "How are you doing, Marshal?"
"not too good."
Marshal Zhang was beaten by me and became the commander of the Northeast Air Force. Marshal Zhang was depressed for a while, but finally got back on his feet with the encouragement of the Young Masters.
In the past year or so, the air force has been deployed in many battles between the armies. Although the biplanes of today are not very lethal, they are good at boosting morale and destroying the enemy's morale.
After swooping over, firing a machine gun, and dropping two bombs, the enemy can only shoot randomly into the sky with rifles. The probability of knocking down the aircraft is about the same as knocking it away and hitting a satellite, which is basically impossible.
Marshal Zhang was young and good at learning, and he soon discovered the huge role of the air force in the war. So he set his mind to strengthening the air force. However, after Fengjun entered the customs, although the territory expanded, so did his team.
In addition, the scattered military leaders basically did not listen to the propaganda, which meant that the Feng army was essentially divided into many large and small military leaders. As a result, the finances of the Feng clan not only did not improve, but were worse than before entering the customs.
Nowadays, the domestic situation is treacherous. Feng Yuxiang is a good troublemaker. In addition, the Democratic Party in the south is getting stronger and stronger. Lao Zhang is obsessed with expanding the military and preparing for war. How can he have any money left to invest in the air force?
As a result, Marshal Zhang's life became difficult. He couldn't buy new planes. When old planes broke down, there were no spare parts to repair them. In the end, such a large air force only had dozens of planes left, many of which were training planes.
Shaoshuai Zhang vomited for a long time and suddenly yawned, which made Fei Jingting feel something. He had mastered the Celestial Eye Technique and could barely see through walls, but it was no problem through clothes.
His eyes were opened and closed, and his heavenly eyes were open. Through his clothes and skin, he could see through Marshal Zhang's internal organs. Fei Jingting suddenly frowned: "Young Marshal, have you been smoking?"
Shaoshuai Zhang was stunned for a moment, then said awkwardly: "I have nothing to do, I smoke something to refresh myself. Don't worry, Mr. Fei, I don't have any addiction."
"Oh, Marshal is not telling the truth. I see that you are quite addicted now. Smoking is very harmful to people. Marshal, you should quit as soon as possible."
"Well, I know what I know."
Does he know what he knows? How does this prodigal son know? Marshal Zhang is not Lao Zhang, so where does he have such great concentration?
Fei Jingting thought about it for a moment and simply pointed it out with a finger. A beam of true energy penetrated into Shaoshuai Zhang's chest three feet away. The true energy traveled around in his lungs and brought out the poison. Fei Jingting was still uneasy, so he simply
Another prohibition was left in Shaoshuai Zhang's mind, making him feel disgusted when he smelled smoke.
With his true energy withdrawn, Fei Jingting pointed at the tea cup in front of him, and the black smoke infiltrated into the tea, immediately turning it black.
Opposite me, Marshal Zhang felt his mind was slightly clearer. After careful inspection, he didn't notice any major changes in his body. He caught a glimpse of the color in Fei Jingting's tea cup and immediately asked: "Um, Mr. Fei, what are you..."
"Help you clean up the smoke poison in your body."
"Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Fei." He said so, but Marshal Zhang didn't take it seriously. After pouring out the bitter water, he finally explained his purpose.
Nowadays, the Feng Clan is like a flower blooming with brocade, and the fire is cooking oil. If something goes wrong, they will be driven back outside the customs. At this time, Lao Zhang is in Jinmen, discussing with the big and small military leaders how to deal with Feng Yuxiang and the Kuomintang.
Lao Zhang is no longer as arrogant as he was last year, and he is inevitably a little worried. In his wild thoughts, he wants to seek some inner comfort, so he thinks of Fei Jingting.
"The old man has mentioned it several times. If Mr. Fei hadn't been in seclusion, he would have come to visit him long ago. Now that he has been released from seclusion, I will inform the old man immediately so that I can finally meet him."
"Okay, I have some time recently."
Marshal Zhang is a cheerful person. After finishing the matter, he drank a cup of tea and stood up to say goodbye. He returned to the hotel and reported the good news to Marshal Zhang. He received a lot of compliments, and then went to have some fun on his own.
Marshal Zhang, the commander of the air force, was so idle that when he came to Jinmen, apart from hooking up with Miss Zhao Si, all he could do was play mahjong with his subordinates.
When I returned home that day, I contacted my subordinates and had a mahjong game together. After a round of playing, someone said, "Young Marshal, would you like to have a couple of games?"
Marshal Zhang was feeling sleepy. After thinking about it for a moment, he nodded and said, "Okay, let's take two bites."
Immediately someone brought the pipe in, and Marshal Zhang lit it. Before he could smoke it, he felt a little awkward when he smelled it. He asked doubtfully, "Is there something wrong with this tobacco paste? Why does it smell like stinky feet?"
The subordinate yelled at Qu and said, "No, it's the best Diandi tobacco ointment. This is what the young commander smoked last time."
"Really?" Marshal Zhang sniffed and said, "The weather has changed in the past two days, and my nose is not working well."
After saying that, I took a sip and immediately choked and coughed repeatedly. Not only that, I felt extremely sick, as if I had eaten a dead mouse.
"Take it, take it, don't smoke anymore, what a weird smell!"
The subordinates were at a loss and quickly asked someone to take down their pipes. Marshal Zhang opened the window and took a few deep breaths of cool air before he recovered. He was confused for a while, and thinking about what happened to Fei Jingting's house this afternoon, he felt something in his heart.
Clearly enlightened, he murmured: "Mr. Fei is such a master."
The master Fei Jingting simply acted casually. This is a parallel world. No matter how the world line changes, it will not affect his original world.
He thought about Xiao Liuzi's indecisiveness. On the one hand, it was due to Lao Zhang's suppression, and on the other hand, could it be caused by the smoke?
Lao Zhang’s job is not easy to do, so let’s start with smoking.
Having done this casually, Fei Jingting did not wait for Lao Zhang to come to the door, but concentrated on studying the natal magic weapon.
His Qing Ming Sword was forged by his own hands using the weapon forging method, and he was often warmed and maintained. Although it is not a magical weapon, it can still be regarded as a spiritual weapon.
When confronting the enemy, every time the sword is drawn, the Qingming Sword trembles and hums, like a dragon roaring.
After receiving the Zhengyi authentic natal magic weapon method from Zhang Leyao, Fei Jingting took out the Qingming Sword, extracted the innate Qi, and spit it on it.
Such actions will not be considered complete until the Qingming Sword is connected to his mind.
Even so, after practicing for several days, Lao Zhang never came to the door. He was probably still arguing with the various military leaders.
On the first day of December, major newspapers in Tianjin published headlines stating that Marshal Zhang took the lead in forming the Anguo Army, and he was appointed commander-in-chief of the Anguo Army.
Not only that, Lao Zhang also wore a big dress and knelt down to worship the heaven.
Alas, the once-in-a-lifetime hero, faced with such a situation, is no longer so confident, and has begun to have some intention of not asking about the common people or ghosts and gods.
The next day, several Ford cars drove into the concession, followed by a group of Fengjun soldiers unscrupulously, keeping vigil along the way, and then stopped in front of Fei Jingting's bungalow.
The adjutant trotted over and called the door. The car door opened and Marshal Zhang in a big dress came.
Seeing that his men were about to enter Fei Jingting's house to check around, Dashuai Zhang cursed: "What the fuck, I'm here to ask for help. What are you doing with all these useless things? Get them all out, don't be an eyesore here."
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Shaoshuai Zhang drove away the adjutant and went to call the door in person. The person who opened the door was a lynx. Feng Jun, who was unaware of this idiot, glanced at Shaojun Zhang, then looked at Marshal Zhang, and grinned: "Hey, your father is finally here.
Well, we masters have been waiting for several days."
Zhang Dashuai asked curiously: "Does your accent sound like a foreign language?"
"Yeah, it turns out it's Nagada in Changbai Mountain."
Marshal Zhang became interested and was about to chat when Marshal Zhang hurriedly tugged on his father's sleeve and whispered: "Dad, this is also a great immortal."
"Um?"
Just when Marshal Zhang was confused, the lynx leading the way turned his head and said, "Listen, what can't you say? I'm just a monster, not a great immortal."
As if he was afraid that Lao Zhang wouldn't believe it, the lynx shook his head and his head suddenly appeared, and then he turned into a big man with a beard.
Lao Zhang blinked and shouted: "Good guy, you tiger mother!"