In June, the food supply of the two little girls was at the bottom.
Fruits and vegetables are okay. There are wild vegetables and mushrooms in the mountains, and you can also dig bamboo shoots. Wang Mintong is very agile and runs around like flying. Occasionally he will catch wild boars, rabbits and the like to improve the food. But there is really nothing he can do about staple food.
Already.
The noodle bag shook, and the little maid Mo Xiang pursed her lips and said: "Miss, there is only one bowl of noodles left, how about we eat pimple soup at night?"
"Whatever you want." Wang Mintong did everything she could. In the past two months, she had cultivated herself and cultivated her character. Her cultivation had improved a lot, but she was still far away from breaking through.
The girl sat on the bamboo chair where Yan Shuangying once sat, looking at the sunset in a daze.
To practice, you need to endure loneliness, to practice hard, to live in isolation... She is just a fourteen-year-old girl, how can she endure loneliness? The first month was okay, running around in the mountains and fields every day, after practicing,
The days passed by teasing and teasing the little maid.
But recently, Wang Mintong has become increasingly bored and began to miss the urban atmosphere of the capital. In the capital, she can read serialized novels every day, chat with Meng Xiaodong next door, and play freely in the yard.
And she began to worry about her Goro Mama, her mother, and her unconscious father. Are they... all okay?
Mo Xiang took a bowl of noodles and poured it with water from a bamboo tube. He kept stirring the bamboo in his hands and made half a bowl of noodles. Then he choked on the soup and cooked a pot of noodles soup.
"Miss, the salt is almost gone."
"Oh, I know." Wang Mintong took back her nostalgia and said casually: "Tomorrow I will go down the mountain to the town to buy some."
Mo Xiang waited for the pot to be picked up and squatted aside, holding a ladle in one hand and supporting her chin with the other: "Miss, you said Brother Yan hasn't come these days. Is something wrong?"
"Eh? You girl, why do you mention him every two days? Could it be that you have a crush on him?"
Mo Xiang's face turned red quickly, she shook her head and stuttered: "I, I don't have it, I, I don't have it!" She took a deep breath and said angrily: "I just thought, if Brother Yan is here,
If so, we won’t have to go down the mountain to buy food.”
"Hey, guess whether I believe it or not."
Mo Xiang looked at the teasing look in her young lady's eyes, pursed her lips and said, "What's wrong with me just because I like you? Brother Yan is a great hero, so he wouldn't like a little maid like me..."
As for you, miss, I think you are a good match for Brother Yan."
Wang Mintong was startled for a moment and scolded: "That's nonsense, how could you see it with your eyes?"
Mo Xiang said in a daze: "My mother said, no matter how strong a woman is, she will eventually get married. Marry a man, marry a man, wear clothes and eat. We ran out of the capital. If it weren't for Brother Yan to take care of us, we might have been there long ago.
Something happened. I think Brother Yan is a very decent man, he can read and write, and most importantly, he is a spiritual practitioner like the young lady. Isn’t this a perfect match?"
After humming twice, Wang Mintong did not agree. There was always a shadow of Fei Jingting in her heart that could not be dissipated. A young girl would always escape her dreams into reality, and she could not tell who the Fei Jingting in her impression was.
Is it true, or is it something I forcibly made up.
As for Yan Shuangying...he is born with a lazy face, and his words are not as nice as Mr. Fei's. How can he compare?
"Ah, it's ready. Miss, hurry up and eat."
Mo Xiang filled two bowls of pimple soup. Her cooking skills were quite good. The white and tender pimples were dotted with green wild vegetables. There was also a roasted pheasant on the left.
While eating, Wang Mintong paused briefly, then turned around and looked towards the mountain crest. In the afterglow of the setting sun, a figure wearing a bamboo hat walked slowly towards this side as if walking on the ground. As he sensed it, that person
There was a strong evil spirit entangled in his body.
Wang Mintong frowned instinctively, and Mo Xiang looked back curiously, then quickly put down the bowl, jumped up happily and said, "It's Brother Yan, Brother Yan is here!"
The figure moved from far to near, and the path from Mohu Lake was clear, followed by the strong smell of blood.
Mo Xiang, who had been eager to greet him, suddenly stopped and gently covered her mouth and nose: "Brother Yan, what do you smell like?"
"Oh, I met a few wolves on the road and killed them easily."
Yan Shuangying said casually, looking past Mo Xiang, nodded at Wang Mintong, then took off his bamboo hat, threw it away, and hung it under the eaves.
We haven’t seen each other for two months, and Yan Shuangying has not changed at all, just as before.
He said he encountered a wolf, but in fact he encountered an infantry battalion besieged by the civilian army. Southern Hunan was mountainous, and they met on a narrow road. The civilian army only used two Maxim heavy weapons, but they could not harm Yan Shuangying at all.
Like a ghost, he tore apart the battalion commander and two officers, and then the civilian army of this battalion collapsed. There was blood on Yan Shuangying's body. Even if he used Jingyi Jue, the strong smell of blood was still not removed.
.
If it were Fei Jingting, he would have to change clothes and take a shower. Unfortunately, Yan Shuangying has no sense of smell, so he came here like this.
"Wolf? Yes, there are indeed wolves in the mountains. Miss killed one the day before yesterday...but wolf meat is not delicious at all." Mo Xiangming, with bright white teeth, said happily: "Have you eaten, Brother Yan? There is still something in the pot.
There are some, uh-"
The pimple soup in the pot had already reached the bottom, so Mo Xiang could only smile.
"No, I'm going to live without grain."
Wang Mintong thought thoughtfully and said, "Brother Yan seems to be fasting all the time. Does he never need to eat?"
You do need to eat, but you need to eat wisely.
Yan Shuangying came over, casually moved a stool and sat down: "I eat little, one meal can last for half a month." After a pause, he waved his hand casually, and rice, flour, grain and oil appeared around him: "These two months
You have some things to do, are you going to run out of food?"
Mo Xiang clapped her hands happily: "Brother Yan, this is such a timely gift!" She ran over and picked up a batch of flour and carried it to the bamboo house.
Wang Mintong pursed her lips and said in a low voice: "I feel really sorry for always troublesome Brother Yan - I will give it to you now, how much it cost."
Yan Shuangying said with a smile: "We are destined to meet each other, and talking about money is just a heretic. Oh, it's over here, I'm going to Wudang."
"Wu-Tang?"
Wang Mintong's heart tightened, and then she remembered that Yan Shuangying's original destination was Wudang. The other party was not chasing her, surrounding her, or having plans for her.
"Wudang?" Mo Xiang walked out of the room, her face clearly disappointed. She didn't have any big ambitions, she just wanted someone to support her.
Mo Xiang rolled her eyes and saw that her young lady had a dull face and was a little at a loss. She immediately got anxious and leaned over and said, "Miss, how about we go to Wudang too?"
"What are you doing in Wudang?"
"Um... maybe you will meet a living god, and with some enlightenment, the lady will attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven?"
"That's nonsense. Where did the living gods come from?" There are only two living gods in this world, one is Wei Jiang and the other is Fei Jingting. Unfortunately, they are both gone.
Mo Xiang said sternly: "I can't say for sure... You see Brother Yan is so powerful, why don't you go to Wudang to learn the scriptures?"
"Those who learn Buddhist scriptures are Buddhists, and Brother Yan and I are Taoists."
"Oh, that's just a general idea."
Yan Shuangying ignored the quarrel between the two little girls. Feeling that the stool was uncomfortable, he simply got up and went to the eaves, placed a recliner casually, sat on it, and took out his tablet to catch up on the show.
He said casually: "I'm afraid it will take a long time to go. I will set off tomorrow morning. If you want to go, pack your things before leaving."
After hanging up the Bluetooth headset, his ears were filled with the sound of laughter and laughter. After two months of fighting, his body was not tired, but his heart was very tired. He knew that a lot of burdens had been placed on him. But what did it matter?
Neither the left nor the right can become an immortal.
When it got dark, Wang Mintong came over and said, "It's cold at night. If Brother Yan doesn't mind it, why not go inside and spend the night together."
Yan Shuangying had no trouble in his heart... He was a sword now, so what bad intentions could he have?
"Forget it, this chair is quite comfortable. See you in the morning."
Wang Mintong looked at him for a long time, then bowed slightly and turned around to enter the house.
The oil lamp was on, and the light was like a bean. After an hour, it went out again, and then it was dawn.
Yan Shuangying thought that the two little girls would stay, but unexpectedly, the door of the bamboo house opened, and out came a master and a servant carrying burdens.
Wang Mintong's eyes were blazing, and Mo Xiang's smile was like a flower: "Brother Yan, the lady said that she wants to go to Wudang with you to see something."
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The realm of nothingness.
Fei Jingting was hovering in mid-air, looking at the huge Yunzhuan characters in the ocean of souls below, and compared with the Yunzhuan annotations obtained from the Nangong Secret Realm, he was able to identify a lot of characters.
This cloud seal script is quite strange, with the same characters but different shapes, or it can be said that these words all emphasize the meaning rather than the shape. If it were not for the fragment, Fei Jingting would have been promoted to an immortal, and he would not be able to understand it.
meaning.
But once you understand it, you can easily decipher the meaning of the magic circle immediately. It is recorded in the fragments that Yunzhuan was written by ancient people observing the heaven and earth, and it contains all the principles of the world.
Even the innate magic techniques are all imitated by Yunzhuan.
Fei Jingting's Taishang Dongyuan secret method is an innate magic method. When casting the spell, the true energy in the body flows according to a specific shape, the magic formula in the hand is transformed and guided, and finally it is displayed. According to the fragmentary scroll, this process is to copy the cloud in the body
The seal characters are inspired by the true energy, and then the magic techniques are formed.
Therefore, the more complex the spell, the longer the process of performing it.
Of course, complexity and simplicity here are relative terms. Just like the Small Teleportation Technique and the Sky Thunder Technique, in terms of power, the latter is obviously stronger. In actual execution, the former takes longer.
The Heavenly Thunder Technique consumes much more infuriating energy than the Small Movement Technique.
Understanding this principle, Fei Jingting, Zhang Leyao, and Fu Yunzhao studied it for a while, and finally cracked forty-seven cloud seals to form the art of void creation.
This technique involves the great avenue of heaven and earth and consumes a lot of energy. Even with Fei Jingting's cultivation level, he can only create a small piece of glass now.
But this still made everyone excited. Creation of the void! This is a true immortal method. What flying swords and thunder are so different compared to them.
Therefore, while he was able to communicate with the human world, Fei Jingting promised the clone that he would reshape his physical body when he had enough cultivation.
Now Fei Jingting had temporarily put aside the practice of sword control. Except for practicing the Heavenly Eye Technique, he spent the rest of his time studying the broken cloud seal scripts everywhere in the void world.
It's a pity that the Yunzhuan script left by the predecessors in the sea of souls has been lost too much, and the formation is huge. I have studied it for a long time, but now I can only get a glimpse of it. If I want to truly understand it, I am afraid it will take a long time.
He retracted his mind and finally recognized that the broken Yunzhuan was the character "地". Just as he was about to move to the next place, he felt something in his heart and suddenly looked up.
Then he saw dark clouds covering the sky and the earth, and nothing could be found. I don't know when the beings in the void world who had fallen into Taotie's scheme suddenly shrouded the sky.
Without thinking, Fei Jingting shook his hands and took out the flying sword and ran away. At this moment, a huge spiritual consciousness swept over him, and then a thought exploded in his mind: "Let's talk?"
Fei Jingting was on guard while communicating with his spiritual consciousness: "Okay, what should I call it? Mica?"
"It's up to you, a name is just a code name, and I happen to have a lot of code names."
"a lot of?"
"Mica, Erlikhan, oh, and called Zeus for a while."
Fei Jingting stopped escaping and thought deeply in his heart. Mica is the name given by Taoists in the realm of nothingness, Erlikhan is the immortal in Turkic mythology, and Zeus is the supreme god in Greek mythology. Could it be that they are all like this?
Guy?
"For a life like mine, there is neither escape nor death. All that is left is curiosity. So when wandering in the void world, I happen to encounter a gap where I can project power, and I will project it.
Go down with some of your strength.”
"Just curious?"
"Otherwise? Everything that happens in the human world is beyond doubt to me."
Changing place, Fei Jingting thought that if he were mica, he would have no emotions and no need to maintain his life. I'm afraid all that would be left would be curiosity. Eh? Isn't this the state of his clone now?
After all, his clone still retains his humanity, so he still has emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. But for a life form like Mica, which was born and raised, it seems that only curiosity is left.
So those crazy shamans in the human world are busy working here and there, but in the end it's just because of the curiosity of this guy Mica? And Zeus... Western civilization won't have a direct relationship with this guy, right?
"I see, then you came to me because of curiosity?"
"Of course." Yun Mu's consciousness swept over with a hint of expectation: "Taotie attacked me once and I made trouble for him several times. Then he told me that you have some fun here."
Fei Jingting almost scolded his mother. Lao Tao is so unreliable, why is he still being caught up by Mica? It's enough to catch up, so why is he using himself as a raft?
Where can he find any pleasure that can satisfy him - well, it seems that he does.
Fei Jingting thought for a while, then a tablet computer appeared in his left hand with a shake of his hand. He threw it lightly, scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, and instantly told Yun Yu how to use it, and then said: "You can take a look at this, it should be quite interesting.
"
The dark clouds rolled and separated a slender claw to grab the tablet. After a while, Mica's thoughts came: "Although I don't understand it, it is indeed interesting - well, what benefits do you want?"