Qi Feitian looked at Feng Jinghong solemnly and said solemnly: "Junior brother, senior brother plans to participate in the 'side sect' competition. You listen to me and enter the 'left way'. With your ability,
I hope I can come out safely."
"I know, senior brother." Seeing Qi Feitian's serious expression, Feng Jinghong agreed without hesitation.
"Oh? Is Little Brother Feng still proficient in weapon refining?" Guan Bing asked curiously. Although Youyou didn't speak, she had a look of doubt on her face.
"My little brother is not proficient in the art of refining weapons and elixirs, but he only has some knowledge of physiognomy." Feng Jinghong replied sheepishly.
Physiognomy? Youyou and Guan Bing were shocked when they heard Feng Jinghong's words: Listening to his senior brother's tone that he could come out safely, Feng Jinghong's physiognomy must be quite good. No wonder they were surprised.
The so-called physiognomy of the immortal cultivators is naturally very different from the physiognomy of secular people. Immortal cultivators compete with the heaven and the earth. All kinds of exercises and Taoist techniques have been indispensable since ancient times. However, when it comes to the cultivation of this physiognomy, I am afraid that it has never existed since then.
From ancient times to the present, not many people know how to do it. After all, if everyone who practices immortality can know the art of physiognomy, why do they still need to practice hard in seclusion?
If that's the case, just by calculating, you can know where your chance is. Becoming a god is just a matter of pinching your fingers. So the two of them were shocked when they heard that Feng Jinghong knew the art of physiognomy. The physiognomy mentioned by the immortal cultivators is naturally not that of ordinary people.
The so-called physiognomy.
"It seems that Mr. Guan is still looking down on fellow Taoist Feng."
"I wonder when, little Jinghong, can I do something for my sister?" Youyou also said in agreement.
"Well, as long as sister is free, I can do it at any time, but my physiognomy is a bit strange..." Before Feng Jinghong finished speaking, he heard Qi Feitian coughing, and Youyou and Guan Bing did not ask any further questions.
, after all, this is related to the privacy of other people’s cultivation of immortality.
"Okay, now that Fellow Daoist Qi and Brother Feng have made a decision, let's go and register for admission." Guan Bing laughed.
"I don't know what kind of test Brother Guan is going to take?" Feng Jinghong asked curiously.
"Gee, little brother, you don't have to worry about your brother Guan. He is already a core disciple. He just went in to have fun. He will be fine. Besides, he is the treasure of our Yingui sect. Who dares to hurt him? I won't go, sister.
Well, I'm waiting here for you and fellow Taoist Qi to make a triumphant return." Youyou said with a delicate smile.
"Oh, that's it. Then I went with my senior brother." After hearing this, Feng Jinghong cupped his hands and walked towards the three stone tablets with his senior brothers Qi Feitian and Guan Bing.
The three people stayed with Youyou for a long time, and naturally attracted everyone's attention. When they saw these three people coming, everyone wanted to see which kind of fight they would choose. If they could be together with you, they must let him understand what it means to shoot the first bird.
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Of course, no one dared to offend Guan Bing. Everyone present knew that he was from the Yin Gui sect, so their attention was focused on Feng Jinghong and Qi Feitian.
What everyone in the square didn't expect was that the three people who walked over each chose a fighting method, which made dozens of people a little confused.
Feng Jinghong watched his senior brothers Qi Feitian and Guan Bing enter the arena. He handed over the jade ring that Youyou had brought to the woman who had asked him several times. The woman was already a little annoyed because Feng Jinghong ignored her. At this moment, she saw
When Feng Jinghong handed over the jade ring, she thought it would be best to let him beat a more powerful opponent and get out as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, when the woman heard Feng Jinghong talking about physiognomy, she was shocked. It turned out that until now, no one had competed in physiognomy. The woman was embarrassed for a while, but she still let Feng Jinghong enter first.
Seeing Feng Jinghong and the other three entering the arena, everyone in the square crowded together to hand over the ultimatum and entered the arena to find their opponents. Everyone was thinking about how they should teach the two brothers Feng Jinghong a lesson.
In front of the 'Zuo Dao' stone monument, the woman who was in charge of entering had a gloomy look on her face. She didn't expect that none of the people who came to participate in the competition were capable of physiognomy. Wouldn't this make it easy for the boy who ignored her to win?
The woman was feeling depressed when suddenly a voice of inquiry came to her ears: "Are there any monks who know magic arts?"
When the woman looked up, she saw a woman wearing the clothes of an elder of the sect asking her question. She quickly knelt down to greet her and respectfully replied: "Elder Qi, there is indeed a monk who knows the art of physiognomy, but only
One disciple just doesn’t know how to report to the deacons and elders.”
"Oh?" The woman in elder's clothes said nonchalantly, "I'll go in and take a look, please step back." After saying that, the figure flashed and disappeared.
But it was said that Feng Jinghong was teleported to a pavilion after entering the venue. He sat down quietly on the side, not in a hurry, closing his eyes and waiting for his opponent to come. Suddenly he heard someone say: "Young man, you are waiting.
Your opponent?"
Feng Jinghong opened his eyes and saw a woman with a vague figure sitting opposite. Feng Jinghong could clearly feel that there was someone opposite, but he felt that the person sitting opposite seemed to be a human-shaped cloud. If he hadn't heard the sound, Feng Jinghong would have
Hong barely knew whether the person on the other side was a man or a woman.
"I don't know..."
Feng Jinghong was in a dilemma as to how to call the other person. Let’s call him senior. This is just a competition, in case the other person is similar to her age. Let’s call him fellow Taoist. The other person should call him young man. Besides, he looks so mysterious, so he might be senior. Feng Jinghong was shocked for a moment.
Hong couldn't continue in the middle of what she was saying.
"Haha." The figure opposite slowly became clearer, and the clouds in Feng Jinghong's eyes turned into a charming and beautiful woman with black hair and plain clothes, and her eyes were flowing. Although she did not deliberately seduce all living beings, she had no intention of enchanting them.
His peerless elegance was incomparable, and his appearance was even better than Youyou's, but his temperament that was difficult to describe in words made Feng Jinghong deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate himself.
Feng Jinghong was immersed in the beauty of the woman and could not wake up. The woman waited for a stick of incense, shook her head, stood up and was about to leave, but saw a golden light flashing in Feng Jinghong's storage ring, and Feng Jinghong
Jinghong suddenly woke up from his trance, the woman's eyes flashed with surprise, and she sat down again.
"Boy, um, junior... I have met this sister, Feng Jinghong."
Feng Jinghong didn't know how to call the woman in front of him who had fascinated him for a long time. When he saw that she was similar in age to him, he called her "sister" just like when he first met Youyou.
"Sister?" The woman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "No one has called me sister for a long time, but you are the first one." Seeing the look of fascination in Feng Jinghong's eyes again, the woman softly shouted: "What's your name?"
Phoenix Jinghong?"
Feng Jinghong was shocked and subconsciously responded: "Yes"
"By the way, Jinghong." Seeing Feng Jinghong wake up, the woman said in a slightly gentle tone, "Did you also call that girl Youyou sister?"
Feng Jinghong looked at the woman in front of him inexplicably, but quickly lowered his head. He didn't want to let himself be addicted anymore. When the woman asked him, he lowered his head and replied, "Yes, my name is Sister Youyou."
"Haha, then you should call me grandma according to your seniority. But I don't want to have a grandson like you who looks as old as me. Besides, you are not a disciple of my Yingui sect. Immortal cultivators do not follow customary etiquette, but my sister is
Sister." The woman smiled.
Seeing Feng Jinghong's confused look, the woman asked again: "I heard that you know physiognomy, right?"
"Yeah." Feng Jinghong opened her mouth to answer almost as soon as the woman finished asking.
"Then can you look at your face for me? If it's accurate, I'll give you the first place in this competition. If you win the first place, you'll get a prize." The woman said with a smile.
"Then, sister, what do you want to ask about?" Feng Jinghong said hesitantly.
"What kind of appearance can you see?" the woman asked.
"I can see the past, present, and future. It's just about the reward." Feng Jinghong was still a little uncomfortable with the woman's appearance, and answered with her head lowered.
"Oh? Can you see the past, present, and future?" the woman asked in surprise.
"Yes."
"Then give me a look first." The woman said with a smile on her face.
"Boy, I have to tell my sister something first."
"What are you talking about?" the woman said strangely.
"The boy's reward for fortune telling is longevity." Feng Jinghong took a breath and said in a gradually calmer tone, "You will be rewarded with one-sixth of the fortune you get from fortune telling."
"Oh? Does that mean that if you look at me, I will give you one-sixth of my past life?" After hearing Feng Jinghong's words, the woman asked with a serious face.
"Exactly."
"Okay, I'll trust you for once. Let's get started." The woman thought about it for a moment, then made a decision and said to Feng Jinghong.
"Sister, please extend your right hand. I will put my hand in my sister's right palm. Please don't be offended." It was the first time for Feng Jinghong to read a woman's face, not to mention that she was such a stunning woman.
Can't help but hesitate a little.
"It doesn't matter, we are cultivators. Besides, although you call me sister, you are much younger than me." The woman finished speaking nonchalantly and put her right hand on the stone table.
When Feng Jinghong saw the woman like this, all the hesitation in his heart disappeared. He took a few deep breaths and started to run the "Subversion of the Heaven and the Sun". He put his hands together in his sleeves, and the mysterious talisman in his right palm flashed red. Feng Jinghong stretched out his right hand.
Face to face with the woman's palms.
The two people's bodies suddenly glowed with red light, and Feng Jinghong's whole body life force was violently drained. After enough time for a cup of tea, Feng Jinghong took back his hand with sweat and took out the spiritual wine sent by "No Noon" from the storage bag.
He raised his head and drank three sips, closed his eyes and practiced his martial arts. After nearly an hour, Feng Jinghong woke up. Seeing that the woman opposite was still there, Feng Jinghong smiled at her.
"Are you awake? I never thought your physiognomy was so amazing, and the spirit wine you just drank is a rare treasure. It seems you have a good chance." The woman praised.
"Sister is overly praised. The art of physiognomy was passed down by the master, and the spiritual wine was given by a senior. If my sister likes it, I can share it with her."
"Haha, you are very generous. If you don't say that, just tell me about the physiognomy you gave me." Seeing Feng Jinghong's modesty, the woman didn't say much and got back to her subject.
"My sister is not from Huazhou. She was born into the royal family. Not long after she was born, her entire family was killed by rebels. However, my sister was saved by your master. After practicing Taoism for 800 years, she joined hands with her brother to avenge her family, but she also lost her life because of it.
The senior brother who was about to become my sister's Taoist companion died trying to save you..." The more Feng Jinghong said, the more shocked the woman's face became.
Later, the woman shouted angrily: "Stop talking."
Feng Jinghong was shocked by the shout and flew a hundred steps away from the pavilion, vomiting blood.
The woman woke up soon and saw that Feng Jinghong was injured by her. She quickly carried Feng Jinghong back to the pavilion and fed her a pill. She wanted to use her kung fu to help Feng Jinghong absorb the power of the medicine. Unexpectedly, Feng Jinghong stood up and said
: "Sister, it doesn't have to be like this. My injury is not serious. Besides, you and I have very different skills. Your Qi can't help me heal my injuries."
When the woman heard this, she no longer pressed her, and said to Feng Jinghong: "You can take your reward."
Feng Jinghong saw that the woman was neither surprised nor happy, and sighed secretly in her heart. She was not sentimental, and after taking the woman's one hundred and sixty years of life, she used her martial arts to suppress her injuries.
The woman waited for Feng Jinghong to suppress her injuries before she spoke: "You are the first in the competition this time. You go back to retreat to heal your injuries. I will personally reward you in ten days."
After saying that, the figure faded away, leaving only Feng Jinghong, whose heart was filled with waves because of the woman's life experience, standing blankly in the pavilion.