Back in the village, Feng Ziqing went to Wei Jing's house. The flower and bird ring was lying on the dressing table. It had long since withered, leaving only the wild vines.
He found a wooden bird hairpin under her pillow. He rubbed it for a long time before putting it in his arms.
When he came to the backyard, Fu Gui'er was sleeping in the stable. He smiled and cursed, "You have nothing to do," and then woke him up.
Fu Gui'er was so happy when he saw Feng Zi Qing Lai that he neighed incessantly. After having a full meal, he went out slowly and soon started running around the village.
Maybe it was tired from running, or maybe it didn't see its hostess, so it was a little depressed. It returned to the stable alone, and saw that the wind was still standing there, and it became a little happier.
Holding the reins of the horse, Feng Ziqing touched Fugui'er's head and whispered in its ear, "Fugui'er, from now on, you will follow me. We will go out and explore together. When I succeed in cultivating immortality, I will let you become a
A fairy horse, when the time comes, all the horses in the world will look after you!"
Fu Guier shook his head, obviously not believing it.
Feng Ziqing was a little helpless, forget it, let's get out of Qingfeng Village first.
In front of the altar.
He was not sure if there was any danger down there, so Feng Ziqing used an ox cart to transport the excavated soil one cart at a time and filled it up so that the children in the village could be buried in peace. As for the bodies of Wei Fangxun and the other villagers
, they randomly found a place to bury them together.
The place where the bloody battle was fought was not suitable for living, but the place near the mountain and lake was okay, so he plundered the village for useful things, such as pots and pans, etc., and used an ox cart to pull them back and forth several times.
In the meantime, Feng Ziqing was still in the cellar and discovered the wigs and beards that the villagers used to disguise themselves when going out. The craftsmanship was good and it was more than enough to deceive ordinary people.
More than half a month later, several houses made of wood and bamboo appeared near the lake near the mountain, lining up with the original bamboo houses.
On the right side of the bamboo house, there are horse stables and cow sheds, with a small corridor in the middle, and then the wooden house where Feng Ziqing lives. The house is quite big, and next to it is a small haystack pavilion, where the young man is sitting.
He was reading a book inside, wearing a green shirt, with an unknown bamboo hairpin in his hair, and a broad sword resting on the table.
Fugui'er and Big Fat Little Flower were drinking water by the lake, and long-tailed monkeys, one big and one small, were squatting on them, chirping non-stop.
If you are a good hunter of animals, building a house out of bamboo trees is naturally a piece of cake.
Almost all the unread books in the waterfall cave were brought out, with Chi Yue placed in front of him and the bamboo hairpin pinned in his hair. Of course, the spiritual lotus roots in the lotus pond were not spared, so they were given to them one by one.
It has to be said that after eating spiritual lotus roots, they became much stronger than before and grew stronger.
According to Chen Shiye, there should be a few days before the barrier breaks apart. He also tried it in the first few days, but couldn't find the solution. He still couldn't get out, so he could only wait. After practicing, the wind cleared up easily.
I will bring some wine and go to Jiemuqiao Tomb to chat for a while.
After the bloody battle, although his level has not improved, his strength has increased a lot. With the blessing of spiritual power, Chiyue can now swing freely. He still has the ability to fight back when he goes out to fight.
It was a very quiet day on this day. Fortunately, the rich and noble children were with me.
Autumn Equinox brings cool autumn air.
Feng Ziqing, who was practicing, suddenly felt a tremor of spiritual power in the sky above his head. He looked up and saw that at the edge of the barrier in mid-air, the spiritual energy seemed to be out of control and began to run wildly.
After a while, cracks appeared one after another, and then continued to grow larger, and finally exploded with a bang, and spiritual energy surged everywhere.
Feng Ziqing stood up and wanted to retreat, but found that his body refused to obey him. Then his head sank, he lost consciousness, and fell backwards.
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In the pavilion, the young man lying on the ground with his eyes closed, muttered something in his mouth. The originally random spiritual energy suddenly became gentle. He slowly opened his hands, and every trace of spiritual energy was absorbed into his body.
As he absorbed more and more spiritual energy, his face flushed a little, and his veins showed slightly. He burped, and a large ball of turbid air came out of his mouth. His face gradually turned rosy, and then returned to normal.
Immediately afterwards, a white shadow floated out from the young man's head and took shape when it met the wind.
The white shadow floating in the mid-air stretched, yawned, looked around, and nodded, yes, the scenery is nice. Seeing it with my own eyes, it is really different.
He turned around and looked at the young man who had fainted in the pavilion, and looked at him carefully.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, the appearance is acceptable, but this level is too low, it is only at the late stage of Yuling Realm, it is really not good enough.
Oh, this bamboo hairpin is actually a small object, or it is made from the purple bamboo of the Ziluo Kingdom. When did the boy's net worth increase? Could it be that trip to the cave?
Hmm...it's a bit of a blessing.
Bai Ying slowly approached the boy, moved his fingers slightly, and hit the boy on the forehead with a stone.
Feng Ziqing woke up from the pain. When he opened his eyes, he saw a young man in white robes, whose soul consciousness was condensed into a soul body, floating in front of him.
The young man looks to be in his thirties, handsome, with slanted eyebrows at the temples, a pair of peach blossom eyes that are full of energy, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his long hair casually pulled up into a bun, and he is dressed in a white robe, which makes him look really chic.
At this time, the man in white robe was sitting with his legs crossed, his hands folded up and his sleeves folded, his posture a bit lazy.
Feng Ziqing stood up instantly, picked up the broad sword Zhi Yue from the table, stepped back a few steps, holding the sword in front.
Seeing him like this, the man in white robe waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the clone named Ming Meng has been taken care of by me, and he is very safe now."
He leaned forward slightly and said suddenly with a serious look on his face: "Boy, it's a great opportunity for you to see me, so why don't you hurry up and meet me!"
Feng Ziqing remained motionless and hummed: "I don't care about opportunities, young master. Who are you!?"
The man in white robe laughed and said: "No, don't beg me later, hey, who am I?"
He stood up and shook his hair, put his hands behind his back, and said seriously: "Listen carefully, sir, I won't change my name even if I sit down, I am the greatest swordsman in the world, Wu Wu Wu."
Feng Zi snorted softly, "Wu what? Why can't Wu come out? Give it back to the Great Sword Immortal, and the Great Divine Staff is still about the same."
The man in the white robe coughed twice quickly, rolled his eyes, and said, "Well, it's been so long that I can't remember. You can just call me Brother Ang. You don't mind if you call me Lord Wu."
Feng Ziqing rolled his eyes at him. This person was not very smart and could even make such a false excuse. He said disdainfully: "Master, I don't want to accept this. Hey, who is that? Why are you here?"
The man in the white robe stared, "Boy, do you have some manners, eh? If you don't call me Angkor, Lord Wu, you can call me Lao Wu, really."
"As for why I'm here, it's a joke. I've been here for more than ten years, just like you."
Feng Ziqing spat on the ground, "Fart, young master, I was born and raised here. I have never seen you. You are still like me. You don't even make up lies. You are really unskilled. You don't have a real body. If you really treat me like this,
For more than ten years, could it be possible that you have been hiding?"