The Protagonist Makes You Retreat About Thirty Miles

Ji Mo has informed Chang Hui of the success of the peace talks with Mo Yuxian Pavilion. After that, it will be up to Feng Chao to arrange what to do. However, he is still puzzled about the appearance of Fengxian.

According to Ye Mingjun, because there are too many small worlds opened by immortal gods, in order to facilitate management, a heaven will be set up for every ten-party world, and the newly ascended fairy will stay here for a hundred years to a thousand years, and once again pass through the heavens. May voluntarily go to the main heaven court where Ye Mingjun is located.

Speaking of this matter, the look of the fairy was still a bit depressed, just wondering: "In fact, where is the cultivation and how is it different? The main heavenly court is just a little longer in history, and the new heavenly court with new architectural functions is much more advanced, I don't understand Why do they rush to see us antiques. "

Such a state of mind Ji Mo can understand, after all, not everyone can treat all equals like Ye Mingjun. At this time, he replied lightly: "Perhaps they think that the harder it is to enter, the more benefits."

Just when the two were talking, it seemed that they were touched by this remark, and suddenly a sigh came out of the window, "Yeah, if people learn to be content, they are afraid to be much better."

This voice Ji Mo is no stranger, it is the farmer who changed his name to Chong Er. Opening the window and looking at it, as expected, the man was riding on the oxen and watching them, but this image has nothing to do with the rumored graceful fairy.

Although Ji Mo didn't understand what this person meant to come by initiative, his voice was extremely calm. "Your Excellency chose to listen to the corner so late at night.

Seeing the image of Fengxian, Ye Mingjun reacted a bit, and immediately guessed: "You are indeed a member of the Shennong Ding family, I remember the entire heaven is so idyllic for your land."

He said that Ji Mo only found that Fengxian's painting style was exactly the same as that of an uncle Li. He was secretly thinking that something had happened to Shennongding, but the farmer was caressing the ox's horns. In the past, I usually pretended to be crazy and sold silly things, and only said plainly to Ji Mo: "Young people, can you talk a few words alone?"

Looking for him? What way is this? Did Shennong Ding finally think of the consequences of Qi Mingzhu's elopement with others, ready to play a mandarin duck?

The question is, do you a group of folks in the countryside who do this kind of thing do not feel half the atmosphere?

Although his heart was sullied, Ji Mo wanted to find out the other party's truth and reality. Since Fengxian took the initiative to come to the door, he pointed to the lobby, "Please."

Ji Mo knew his influence on Ye Mingjun and could not be alone. He could meet with Fengxian alone in the hall, regardless of Huiyue or Ye Mingjun, he could support him at any time to make sure there were no accidents. What does Senior Feng want to say to me? "

There was nothing to say about his vigilance, Fengxian. His face, which was intentionally very honest, can now be seen as calm and calm. I saw him looking for the stool to sit down, and calmly said: "Aren't you curious who I am? Since you are the one selected by Qi Mingzhu, I should satisfy your desire."

After investigating a person, the other party took the initiative to send information. Ji Mo didn't think there would be such a good thing in the world, but when in doubt, Fang Fengxian had already opened his mouth.

That is a story that is now unknown. Before the blockade by Heaven and Earth, many romantic figures have appeared in this world, and Fengyue Erxian is two of them.

Of course, this is a thing that happened thousands of years ago. At that time, there were no celestial beings in the world, and the three major schools did not appear today. The world has not yet unified, and the nations have been fighting for years. It is a chaotic era.

Before the war, the big worm was the most stubborn child king in the village. He went to the river to catch fish and trees to steal dates. He was proud to enjoy the headache of the adults and the admiration of the children;

And she, the young lady of the rich family, has never walked out of the gate since she was a child. Even after going out, she always followed the maid nurse to keep these dirty children far away.

At that time, he climbed on the tallest tree in the village, peeping across the high wall to peek at the most delicate little girl, thinking, wondering what the voice of such a doll is talking about?

So when the enemy army entered this small village and killed all the villagers he had killed, he summoned the courage of his life to bring out the frightened girl.

While the enemy army was searching for money among the wealthy households, two 10-year-old children fled along the way. That was the farthest road the boy named Big Worm had traversed, the softest hand he had ever held. He had never been out of the village and did not know where he was going. He stared blankly at the deserted field, but in the end he was just right The girl said, "I don't know your name yet."

"Month ... moon."

The girl was terrified by the **** scenes she saw and shivered with fear when she answered. It was like a porcelain doll that shattered at the touch. However, the voice was as clear and crisp as he thought. Good Oriole.

He clenched the girl's hand and said to her, "Don't be afraid, Brother Da Chong protects you. None of the children in the village have beaten me."

In the troubled times, the two orphans have nowhere to live. They can be blessed with one or two buns if they are lucky. If they are unlucky, they can only find wild vegetables and fruits in the mountains. When they are very hungry, they can even eat the bark.

At that time, the boy and the girl shrunk in the corner to warm up. He looked at her increasingly thin face because of the displacement. He thought that this would not survive the winter. He had to find her a cotton coat before the winter.

So he sneaked into the big households in the city, and wanted to steal the clothes of the next person and left. Who would have been found to hang up and hit the skin.

Xu is the road to invincibility, or he is really destined to die. At that time, the body of the dead refugees will be found every day in the city. One or two people are dead, but on this day, a Taoist is here. When the family was a guest, they suddenly discovered that the child had good muscles and bones, and seemed to have excellent training talents, so he rescued him.

The Taoist school is small, but it is also enough to protect a mortal from worrying all his life. However, in the face of the luck of the sky, the boy just pulled his robe in death and death. Although the pain was almost irrational, there was only one word in his mouth. , "I want Yue'er, where is she, where am I ..."

In this way, the boy and the girl were brought into the fairy mountain in the eyes of mortals. The Taoist suspected that the name of the big insect was too tacky, and gave him the name of affection and sentiment.

In this way, the future Fengyue Erxian embarrassedly embarked on the road of cultivation.

At that time, Feng Hanqing didn't even know what Feisheng was. He only knew that his porcelain doll was finally able to eat and wear. In order to make her laugh in the garden as before, he must become the best disciple in the school and get his own yard.

This child from the countryside has unparalleled qualifications. After the war, he is far more able to endure hardship than ordinary people. It only took ten years to emerge among the monks.

No one in the world can remember the kid king who farmed cattle in the countryside, and the monks talked about the genius of the young genius and the sister who was inseparable from him at the age of 20; after 20 years, they became In the eyes of everyone, Fengyue Venerable; another fifty years, is the strongest monk in the world, Fengyue Erxian.

Feng Hanqing, who has been working hard all her life, is not really good at Fengyue. Even when she invited her sisters to become Taoists, she just stuttered and asked, "Can I hold you for life?"

"it is good."

At that time, Feng Hanqing was already a well-known powerful monk in the world, and she had seen countless beauties. Although Yue Wuyou was born to be beautiful, she was only the uppermost posture. In his eyes, she still attracted herself to climbing trees every day. The most beautiful little girl in the village in the distance, just a word of a shy response can make him ecstatic.

Feng Hanqing has been a beggar and has been a refugee in his life, and he has become the first person in the world to enjoy the respect of the world, but at any time, it is like the day when he escaped from the village. He let everyone in the world remember that where there is wind, there must be a moon, and the two immortals of wind and moon will never separate.

But he never found out that, with the help of his constant search for Tiancai and Dibao, Yue Wuyou's cultivation practice has been ascending with him, but he has shown exhaustion when he arrived at the Mahayana period. It is difficult for him to seek various advanced methods.

From the day they entered the school, the school decided that Yue Wuyou had no worries and no qualifications for cultivation.

He is indeed a rare wizard who has been seen for thousands of years, but there is no shortcut to soaring. Even if no matter how talented, he is better than others.

Yue Wuyou's cultivation is stagnant, but Feng Hanqing has been steadily improving in the process of searching for advanced methods, and soon reached the eve of the robbery.

On that day, Yue Wuyou, who had been following him obediently, let him lead him, but stopped. She looked at the man who had been together since she was a child, and asked him for the first time.

"Senior brother, it is up to you to decide your own path. I will do whatever you want me to do. I know you are good to me, but at least let me take the road to ascension."

It was only then that Feng Hanqing found out that from the beginning, he had never asked Yuewuyou what he wanted. He gave her everything she thought was the best, and the woman who was born with a temperament and a graceful woman responded with joy, as if she gave it as long as she liked it. The life he decided for her, even if it was not the reunion family she wanted, she was willing to regard it as true happiness.

Until she said this, Feng Hanqing was thinking that since Feisheng was the monk's lifelong pursuit, he should naturally let her step into the cloud and become a real fairy. This is his way.

What he didn't know was that Yuewuyou always thought that he owed him, so even for the unqualified people, the practice was boring and boring, still as his husband wished, and went along for a hundred years.

But she also really understands that she doesn't understand the heavens at all. Those things that she can comprehend by watching the sky and clouds with love and emotions are very profound to her.

This is the case with spiritual practice. Three points depend on talent, and seven points depend on hard work. However, even a one-point difference between talents is a difference between heaven and earth.

Yue Wuyou became more advanced, and the more clearly she felt the gap between the two, she knew that Shimen ’s relatives and friends were talking about her drag on her husband. Without her, Feng Hanqing was already the first soaring monk in Shimen. Without her, a romantic life will never encounter so many twists and turns.

This was the case from the beginning. The boy gave her all the clean food, and she had no effect except to make it harder for him.

So, this time, she took the initiative to stop and smiled at the person in front of her, saying goodbye: "Brother, I will catch up with you soon, so please let me see how you look like a fairy."

Feng Hanqing never refused her request. Even if she refused, she finally decided to fulfill the self-esteem of her favorite woman as a monk and responded to the catastrophe.

As expected by everyone, once she was gone, he survived the Thunder Tribulation smoothly and rose to immortality. At that time, looking at the sky, a golden auspicious cloud symbolizing the success of the ascent, the disciples in the door happily rushed to tell each other, but she quietly dropped a tear, wiped gently with her finger, smiled and accepted the congratulations from others, and then began Had a long retreat.

What no one knew at that time was that the world after the ascension was not as easy as mortal imagination. The fairy of the ascending small world needed to continue to practice in the heavenly branch and survive thousands of disasters before entering the main heavenly court.

Feng Hanqing thought that he must find a way to help his wife to ascend. Even Cheng Xian never gave up practicing in one day. After hundreds of years, he finally succeeded in ascending to the main heaven. He heard that Shennong Ding can refine the best in the sky. The magic medicine, please be a fairy to guard the artifact.

Shennong Ding was stubborn, and he begged for many years. The ancient artifact finally agreed. After investigating the self-destruction of the artifact, he refined the panacea for him.

Fengxian hadn't rejoiced for a few days, they followed the clues and came to this world. At first, he was almost excited to return to the former residence of the two. He wanted to tell her that he was better than the sky after all, he found it for her The method of becoming immortal, however, only a lone tomb finally appeared before.

Their disciples who stayed in the world told him that after he ascended, she stayed in the house and kept retreating and practicing.

When he was there, she was the happiest monk in the world. Even if she was not qualified enough, she could still rely on him to advance easily; and after he left, she became the hardest monk in the world. As long as it can increase the success rate of soaring, no matter how painful the method will be, Wuyue will try it, except to practice, she will not care about anything. She wants to prove that Yuexian is not a burden of Fengxian, and wants to truly become a windy moon that walks side by side with him. Two cents.

She used to be a flower-like woman who seemed to be injured with a light touch. She couldn't stand the wind and frost, but now she escapes from death to death again and again. She wants to try to persist in overcoming the gap in qualifications. Their agreement. However, in the end, it was still no match for destiny and was killed in thunder.

"That day, the master was trying the tenth torture, and it was clear that the ninety-eighty-one thunder robbery was over, and when we were all happy to celebrate from our hearts, suddenly several more thunders fell. There has never been such an accident in the robbery. The mother and mother are exhausted and cannot be defended. After being shattered, the rescue will eventually fall. We later learned that it was Heaven.

"Brother, I'm sorry. I only hate myself, why can't I get more upset?"

Fengxian almost numbly listened to the disciple's words about the past, until she heard her last sentence before she died, her tears fell silently. At this time, there was no reason to think about what happened, he only knew one thing Thing-His favorite woman died, and when he died, he was not with her.

"This is the world of monks. The existence of Heaven and Man is too jealous."

Reminiscing the efforts of these people to ascend, the endless life and death that I have experienced, and then looking at the heaven and man who can easily achieve the cultivation of the fairy by virtue of all kinds of abilities. Finally revealed a little self-deprecating and unwilling.

No matter how talented he is, and how he soars into immortality, he and Shennong Ding find the culprit, but the result is a terrible defeat.

He was not reconciled, unwilling to admit defeat, even if it was the strongest ancient artifact, he would destroy it. It is worth paying any price for this.

In order to match the preferences of Shennong Ding, Feng Xian, a generation of Xiao Ran Lang, put down his long white sword and returned to the life of herding cows. With his rough hands, all the trance in the past was just a dream. In fact, there is no cultivation of fairy, nor these fantasy adventures, he is a country cow herd, and the girl is still living in her yard, living a happy life of their own.

However, he is very clear that this is the reality. There is no full moon and no wind and moon. There is only one solitary tomb, where the former wind moon and two celestial beings are buried.

"A deer asked me to persuade you not to be too obsessed with self-esteem. Many crucial choices have only one chance. Once you miss it, you will never be able to come back."

In the end, Fengxian looked at Jimo, who fell into silence due to these past events, and finally expressed his intention. In their plan, Ren Qingya was too important. He would try his best to fulfill the White Deer's request.

Ji Mo understands the meaning of Fengxian, and now he and Yemingjun are the former Fengyue Erxian. Like Ren Qingya, it is difficult to have a second person who voluntarily transfers cultivation, and the chaos of heaven and man will eventually end. Perhaps this is his only chance to become an immortal.

However, thinking of Bailu's stubbornness that was not inferior to his own, Ji Mo still couldn't help but sigh: "It's ironic that he said it by him."

Fengxian had no intention to intervene in their affairs, but the deer was very self-willed, staying under the tree all day long and not doing the right thing. The honest and kind Shennong Ding couldn't take it. Dad solved the problem, and at this time he could only persuade: "Perhaps it was because I missed it, so I understood it."

After hearing this, Ji Mo was silent again. He did n’t understand what Ren Qingya was doing. However, since it was determined that the key problem was at Lingshan Xiaozhu, he did not want to continue to escape because of the past and would not wait for ten days. The covenant, determined to say: "Tomorrow I will go to Lingshan Xiaozhu, what will he do, tell him to tell me personally."

The author has something to say: Ren Qingya: I want to give people a head, no one can stop them.

Ji Mo: Do ​​not accept, get away.

Ren Qingya: Depression, spring water is hanging.

Shennong Ding: What the hell? Is the output stroked? Is there a competitive spirit!

Chang Hui (heavy): I understand this kind of pain.