In the early morning, when the bright sunshine shone into the house, Feng Bingwen, who had practiced all night long, was refreshed and relaxed, and he opened his eyes with a comfortable mind.
"Hmm~"
When his mind returned to the sea of consciousness, Feng Bingwen opened his eyes and smelled a refreshing floral fragrance. It was an extremely complex fragrance with many sources.
Chrysanthemum, osmanthus, crape myrtle, magnolia... In an instant, Feng Bingwen identified the sources of more than ten kinds of floral fragrance. With a little surprise in his mind, he opened the door and walked into the courtyard. He immediately saw a scene of flowers in full bloom, all competing for beauty.
A prosperous scene.
"You guys, please restrain yourself."
Looking at the blooming flowers, lush vegetation, green grass and osmanthus trees in the courtyard, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but roll his eyes.
He taught the plants and trees in the courtyard that were born with spiritual wisdom through his grace, to abide by the power of the four seasons cycle of heaven, not to go against the natural timing, to bloom when they should bloom, and to bear fruit when they should.
Cultivation is something that defies heaven and earth, but in the initial stage of practice, you must follow nature. The price of going against heaven cannot be paid by ordinary people.
The flowers blooming in the courtyard, apart from the flowers that are supposed to bloom in autumn, are more of the flowers that should bloom in spring and summer. These flowers also bloom at this time, as if they have received some kind of tonic.
It's the same as venting everywhere.
This situation is indeed pleasing to the eye and refreshing. However, anyone with a little common sense will be able to detect something abnormal.
"Master, don't blame them. They stayed with you all night last night. They were full last night and are working hard to digest it now."
At this time, on Feng Bingwen's shoulder, a large flower essence with golden hair and a body three feet tall appeared. It habitually landed on Feng Bingwen's shoulder. With pride on his face, he explained to Feng Bingwen triumphantly.
road.
"You stayed with me all night?"
Feng Bingwen raised his eyebrows and smiled on his face
He was not unaware of the movement last night, but he really couldn't feel the danger, so he was too lazy to move. Cultivation is something that accumulates over time, how can it be interrupted just because of some trivial matters.
"What happened yesterday? Tell me in detail. If you really protect me, I will spare no effort and you will be rewarded."
Feng Bingwen noticed the movement, but the people who came to attack were too weak to distract Feng Bingwen, so he couldn't figure out the scale of the attackers last night. The specific situation still needs to be asked.
Ask about the nature of the vegetation and the strange creatures in this mansion.
"Master, as soon as it got dark last night, three guys sneaked in through the wall. As soon as those guys came in, they were caught by Liu Da, Liu Er, Liu San and the others..."
After hearing Feng Bingwen's inquiry, Boyao went to the Dragon King's banquet and ate a lot of spiritual creatures and fruits. He was reborn again and his spiritual body became much larger. Boyao said excitedly.
"Oh, Boyao, you are too verbose. Let me tell you, Master, there were many bad guys of unknown origin who wanted to get in last night..."
Feng Bingwen asked this question, and the seemingly quiet and deserted courtyard suddenly became lively. The bluestone under his feet grew a big mouth, the osmanthus tree in front of him revealed his facial features, everything started to move, and even the flowerpots sprouted a pair of eyes.
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Under the chatter of a group of weird people, Feng Bingwen roughly figured out what happened last night. To put it simply, it was a group of people with low strength but extremely complex composition from various religions. After nightfall, they attacked Feng Mansion.
.
However, these guys were useless. Apart from their numbers, they had no other advantages. Even the weird spirits in his courtyard who were born less than three years ago fell down one after another before they were over.
However, this group of guys who attacked him inexplicably, although they were very picky, made Feng Bingwen very confused. He has always been kind to others and never made enemies with others. The fact that so many people came to his door last night meant that he was being targeted.
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"I didn't do anything. Could it be because of the policy paper I wrote? It doesn't matter."
Feng Bingwen muttered, probably the most outrageous thing he has done in this period is the article he wrote on a whim due to the stimulation of ghosts and gods in the examination room.
He admitted that originally he was just writing for fun, but he couldn't bear to write more and more, and his blood surged up as he wrote. He couldn't help but write a few more sentences and made some relatively simple and crude suggestions.
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Thinking of this, Feng Bingwen suddenly thought of the Book of Heaven. His mind fell silent, and the Book of Heaven that bloomed with billions of glorious lights suddenly opened deep in his consciousness, turning the pages.
Name: Feng Bingwen
Good deeds: Five thousand three thousand seven hundred and twenty eight (53728)
Evil deeds: Two Thousand Nine Bos 1 Thirteen (2913)
Looking at the good deeds that surged to 30,000 overnight, Feng Bingwen blinked. He had already developed a good habit of reading the book of good deeds and bad deeds once a day.
If he remembered correctly, when he read the Heavenly Book yesterday, the number of good deeds in the Heavenly Book was only just over 30,000, but now, overnight, the number of good deeds increased by more than 20,000.
The sum of this good deeds is not small. He did almost nothing and the number increased by 20,000. Of course, his evil deeds also increased a little, but compared with the good deeds, they were insignificant, not even a fraction.
Record of good deeds
The broom spirit beats the evil monk, good deeds, five hundred and eight pieces (580)
The stone spirit cuts off the ghost's feet, good deeds, three hundred and twenty (320)
…
Feng Bingwen didn't like being confused. When he opened the record of good deeds, he saw a whole page of refreshed records.
Each record shows that the increase in good deeds is not much, most are a few hundred, and few are thousands.
Although this does not intuitively reflect the strength of those punished evildoers, it can actually reflect a little bit. After all, those who are too weak cannot make any trouble even if they have evil intentions.
"You guys did a great job!"
Feng Bingwen, who had obtained the verification from the heavenly book, raised his head with a warm smile on his face. He affirmed the behavior of the plants and animals in the courtyard and said that they would be rewarded in the near future.
After comforting the happy little ones, Feng Bingwen turned around and returned to his room. His face instantly fell down, revealing a look of pain and sorrow.
Wrong!
Although he didn't know the origin of the group of guys who wandered into his yard last night, but according to the feedback from the Heavenly Book, it was certain that they were not a bunch of fun people.
In other words, it was a group of good deeds that came to his door. He had never encountered such a good thing in his life. Oh, he only encountered it once - while swimming in Wolong Lake, he bumped into an absconding man.
murderer.
But this is simply incomparable to what happened last night. He had gained 20,000 yuan of good deeds in vain by the group of vegetation spirits he had raised. If he had done it himself, without any causal discount, then conservatively it would be too much.
Turn it over.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
At this time, a timid voice sounded, Feng Bingwen looked up, and immediately saw a cute little face on his bed, which made people couldn't help but feel affection, with a confused look on his face.
He looked at him, his clear eyes full of doubts.
Xiaobai Shao and Su Ya also took part in the Dragon Palace Banquet and were reborn. Their spiritual bodies are now three feet long.
However, even though he has accumulated spiritual power that has surpassed that of Yao Wanggong before becoming a god, this great elf still likes to sleep next to him when he is doing his energy and qi.
"It's okay, I just lost two magic weapons!"
A very forced smile appeared on Feng Bingwen's face, and Su Ya, who had slept comfortably all night, was even more stunned.
"Yeah, I lost two magic weapons. Don't be sad, sir."
Even Su Ya, who is not familiar with the world, knows the value of magic weapons. She flapped her petal wings and flew to Feng Bingwen. She beat Feng Bingwen's shoulder with her small hands and comforted her softly.
"Su Ya believes you can get it back."
"Can't get it back."
Feng Bingwen looked up to the sky and sighed. If he saw it correctly, a lot of nutritious flower fertilizer was buried under Feng Mansion, which gave rise to the current scene of hundreds of flowers blooming.
"Then Su Ya believes that I can get better magic weapons!"
"You're right, sir, I can get better."
After the words fell, Feng Bingwen's spirit was shaken. Thinking of tonight, his eyes suddenly showed a five-color light.
If the group of people who attacked last night really came because of the policy paper he wrote, it means that there will definitely be follow-up to this temptation.
"Hahaha, Su Ya, you are awesome!"
After saying these words, Feng Bingwen's mood suddenly improved, and he stretched out his hand to rub the big elf's face.
If everything goes well, the main meal hasn't started yet, and only an appetizer has been served, so what's the rush?
"Ah, sir, you make me uncomfortable."
So Xiao Bai Shao likes Feng Bingwen's breath very much, but Su Ya, who has become a large elf, doesn't like the strength of the kneading. It's too rough.
"I didn't pay attention for a moment. I'll be gentle and let you rub it again."
"Woo~"
Under the quiet night, on the top of an old locust tree several miles away from the Feng family's mansion, a skinny old Taoist priest looked at Feng Mansion from a distance, his eyes filled with solemnity.
"The master of the house is indeed right as he expected. Those people in the master's family are really not worthy of being human beings. The things they are told are not simple. If you are not careful, you will lose your life."
Recalling the scene I witnessed last night, although those who rushed into the mansion were a group of losers who had not even fully crossed the threshold of cultivation, none of them could come out, which is enough to illustrate the danger involved.
"Let's wait and see a little longer..."
"Old man, what are you looking at when you stand so high?"
A sudden question made the old Taoist priest tremble. When he lowered his head, he saw a young face that was unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar, looking at him with a smile.
"Why don't you come down? If you stand high, it will hurt if you fall."
"..."
The old Taoist priest said nothing, turned into a gray rainbow, and prepared to escape.
"You're already here, please wait a while before leaving!"
Feng Mingwen's smile did not change, he reached out and pulled out a red sword from his sleeve robe, pointed it at the rainbow light, and slashed it in the air, the light shattered, and a figure could be vaguely divided into two.