Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 286

In the middle of winter, the weather is extremely cold.

A small flake of snowflakes fell silently, An Qingli did not raise his eyes to watch, but raised his hand to catch it lightly, the flake of snowflakes fell slowly, impartially, just on the tip of An Qingli's index finger.

After cultivating to the middle stage of foundation establishment, there was also a sound from Xueluo.

The journey of cultivating the Tao is really wonderful and full of surprises.

"It's snowing again."

The breath turned into frost, and it was getting late, An Qingli released his spiritual consciousness, probed to a temple in front of him, then used his lightness technique, and hurried over.

This temple is in the outskirts, and it is not considered dilapidated, but it was occupied by a group of refugees after the ghosts and butterflies made trouble.

This group of refugees suffered floods in their hometown, and they heard that the Son of God's land was sparsely populated, so they trekked for several months to come here.

Moreover, there are quite a few bald heads among the hundreds of refugees. They should have heard that bald heads are quite protected in the Son of God, so they deliberately shaved their heads and came to surrender.

An Qingli took off the bamboo hat on her head, revealing a dusty face. She was already an ordinary middle-aged female casual cultivator, and her cultivation base was also low, just in the early stage of Qi training.

Even so, more than a dozen spiritual senses quickly swept over, but seeing that An Qingli was only on the third level of Qi training, and there were no heavy treasures near him, he didn't take it seriously.

An Qingli didn't intend to reveal her cultivation, so she looked around with her eyes. Apart from the refugees suffering from hunger and cold, there were also a few real traveling monks, and there were also quite a few Taoist monks.

Among those Taoist monks, there are actually a few familiar faces.

An Qingli recognized Yue Hongyun, and Yue Hongyun, who was a fourth-stage purple, was too rare, and Little Pegasus was already in the crowd, so he recognized him at a glance.

Yue Hongyun's dual spiritual root value is not too outstanding, but he has also cultivated to the middle stage of foundation establishment.

An Qingjin was also there, he was already a single gold spirit root, and his cultivation had already broken through to the middle stage of foundation establishment.

There are also a few disciples of Anyue's family, three men and two women, all in the Foundation Establishment stage, a round or two older than An Qingli.

However, the disciples of Anyue's two families did not wear Zongmen costumes, they were all casual cultivators, and they were also dressed down, their buns were messy, their faces were covered with mud, and their bodies were full of exhaustion deliberately made up.

An Qingli understood that this group of disciples of the sect did not come to the Holy Son Country to escape and settle down on purpose, but most of them formed a team to practice.

I don't know what secrets are hidden in this group of refugees, which will make the disciples of Anyue's family hide their faces and follow closely.

"Why is An Qingjin here? This is the territory of Buddhist cultivators." Lei Yihu said in the spirit beast bag, "Do you want to say hello to that kid?"

"No rush." ​​An Qingli looked as usual, cross-legged in the corner.

When An Qingli entered the temple, An Qingjin looked at An Qingli defensively, then sat cross-legged quietly, and there was no more movement.

The disciples of the Anyue family sat quietly together, and on An Qingjin's left sat a beautiful female disciple of the Yue family.

Little Pegasus and Little Huzi started a bet in the spirit animal bag, betting whether the female disciple of the Yue family fell in love with An Qingjin.

An Qingjin is Shan Jin Linggen now, and he is also a direct disciple of Elder Yuanying, and the An family is also thriving. In addition, An Qingjin has a strong body, strong muscles, and a masculine and handsome face, so the market is also bullish all the way.

In the sect, there are some female disciples who take the initiative to show affection to An Qingjin, which is normal. It is strange that young talents are not favored by the opposite sex. Besides, the sect encourages disciples to practice double cultivation.

But An Qingjin made it clear that he didn't consider the matter of forming a couple before forming an alchemy.

"Master, what do you think? Are the two of them having fun?" The two little ones were not easy to deal with at first, but now they were in the same spirit animal bag, so they couldn't avoid bickering.

An Qingli glanced at the seven people sitting cross-legged quietly, and said calmly: "The daughter of the Yue family does not get close to the Yue family, nor does she get close to the disciples of the An family, but sits next to her cousin. What else can I say? things."

Little Pegasus shook his head triumphantly, and it really has bright eyes.

Little Huzi lost the bet because he didn't know the rest of the family well and didn't know who was whose family.

Xiao Lingxi said with concern: "What about An Qingjin, what does he think about the female disciple of the Yue family?"

An Qingli said: "You can see that my cousin is slightly sideways, with his left shoulder forward, obviously showing some avoidance."

Little Huzi snorted, "That's why I missed it."

An Qingli agrees: "An Qingjin is more willing to go alone when building roads, and he doesn't want to be dragged down. If he is still the patriarch of the An family, he may choose the right person at the right time."

The female disciple of the Yue family quietly moved closer to An Qingjin, and An Qingjin suddenly stood up.

Many people's eyes were on An Qingjin.

An Qingjin went out as if nothing had happened, punched a few sets in the snow, and returned to the temple.

The female disciple of the Yue family was already sitting with the Yue family.

An Qingjin sat back in his seat again, and was teased by the male disciple of An's family through sound transmission, teasing him for being a bit confused.

Several fires were lit in the ruined temple.

The light of the fire reflected on the face of the man, flickering and then dimming.

The corners of An Qingli's mouth rose, holding back a smile.

Many people who came here also laughed and said nothing.

Although the girl was in a state of embarrassment at this time, even her face was muddy, and she didn't want to show her true colors, but her figure was graceful, especially as a cultivator, she had an indescribable temperament.

The young man who went out to fight was somewhat ignorant of good and bad.

But that girl is not alone, the male disciples of the Yue family's An family have voice transmissions to comfort her.

There are also a few noble sons who are in distress, boldly, take the initiative to take a few steps, wanting to ask for their relatives.

The daughter of the Yue family who was rejected by An Qingjin, in the eyes of those secular nobles, is like a dusty jade, so beautiful that it makes people's hearts beat endlessly.

It was snowy and windy at night.

Many people in distress cuddled together and fell asleep with anticipation.

After tonight, after walking for another day or two, you can reach the territory of the Son of God.

Just go to the Son of God, and everything will be fine.

At that time, there will be new fields and new land. I heard from the eminent monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple that there are still ready-made houses in Shengzi Kingdom, so you can live in them directly, and you don’t have to worry about being flooded and rained anymore. .

An Qingli also closed her eyes and leaned against the wall to doze off.

Several traveling monks were also drowsy.

The Anyue family also closed their eyes and rested tiredly. Everyone else looked drowsy. Even if they sat with their backs straight and meditating, they seemed too out of place.

The whole temple was quiet, as if there was only the sound of firewood burning.

Someone closed his eyes, but moved his hands in his sleeves, and the colorless and odorless medicinal powder quietly spread in the air.

As an alchemist, An Qingli is so keen, not to mention there is a little Lingxi who likes to devour poison the most.

"Hold your breath, finally do it!"

Yue Hongyun sent a voice transmission to several people around. They dressed up as troubled monks who dare not show their faces too much. They walked and stopped with this group of refugees for a month or two. Seeing that they were about to reach the foot of Foshan, some people couldn't help it and finally made a move. .

(End of this chapter)