At the top of the cliff, the shallow grass is not more than an inch, but it makes the ground soft and comfortable.

The breeze caressed and brought up the green waves. The clouds in the sky, passing by the sun, flowing over the continuous grass at the top of the cliff, gently caressing the white giant egg below, as if gently calling the sleeping spirit within.

The white dome was placed in the middle of the grass, and two meters away, a boy in a Taoist robe sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his hands flat on his knees, palms facing the sky, pinching his fingers......

Zhou Zhou: Woolen yarn and flower fingers! This is the trick!

Although in his own opinion, this posture of pinching the Tao trick ...... It's a bit of a mother.

In fact, the thumb and middle fingertips are opposite, turning in a circle, which is still a little different from the signature movements of the Oriental sect leader.

Looking closely around him, I saw that everywhere around him, the small body was shrouded in a shallow white light. Looking closer, the light was made up of tiny flames burning all around him.

He sat there cross-legged for a long time without moving, his closed eyes peaceful. He had already discovered that as long as the White Dome was by his side, it was not difficult to meditate. But if the White Dome is farther away, it will be a little uneasy.

As the saying goes, there is no nail in the mountain, and the cultivation of immortals does not count the years.

At this time, half a year has passed since Zhou Zhou woke up from the stream. In the past half a year, the giant egg that envelops the angel has not changed, and Zhou Zhou's body has grown a little longer than before, and the immaturity on his face has not changed much.

The only thing that has changed is his realm of cultivation at this time.

From the moment a little light of spiritual consciousness was lit to this time, the fire of spiritual consciousness was distributed all over his body, slowly absorbing the pure vitality of this heaven and earth, he was already in the late stage of spiritual consciousness. Casting the Dao body depends on a little bit of accumulation, and it takes some time.

He had just cultivated the technique of spiritual sense exploration, and at this time, his combat effectiveness had not improved much compared to ordinary seven or eight-year-old children.

The old man Gongji often warned him that cultivating immortals is not afraid of slowness, but he is afraid that the foundation will be frivolous and greedy, and in the end he will not succeed in the foundation and it will be difficult to become a great road.

The old man's rickety figure slowly appeared from ten feet behind the boy. This distance was the limit of the range that Zhou Zhou's spiritual sense could feel at this time, and the old man didn't want to disturb Zhou Zhou's cultivation.

The silent eyes, looking at Zhou Zhou's thin back, became softer and softer.

This idiot is a piece of jade.

The old man stood there, dissolved in the breeze, and stood for an unknown amount of time, until at last he waited for the boy's 'huh'.

Around Zhou Zhou's body, the fire of spiritual consciousness slowly retracted into the center of his eyebrows, he exhaled lightly, turned his head to look at the old man, and grinned:

"Grandpa, you're here!"

"The scope of spiritual detection has actually increased a bit, which is good. The old man Gongji chuckled and nodded, his figure moved slightly, and appeared in front of Zhou Zhou. He sat down cross-legged, and a futon appeared on the grass, and the old man was a little more casual, and Zhou Zhou had an extra food box in front of him.

"Oh!" Zhou Zhou's eyes lit up, rubbed his little hands, opened the food box and looked at the food inside, and the saliva at the corner of his mouth stayed.

"Don't worry," the old man casually patted Zhou Zhou's little hand to grab the chopsticks away, "Test your homework first." ”

Zhou Zhou sat upright, calmed down, and what he said had nothing to do with the Dao Method.

The immature voice began to tell in a serious manner: "The ancient sage Shennong, who tasted all kinds of herbs and used medicine, educated all the people to farm, feed on grain, and avoid the suffering of famine among the human race...... Reciting the kindness of the sage, it is not easy to touch the prosperity of the human race, so you should not waste food at will. ”

"Hmm. The old man slowly closed his eyes.

Zhou Zhou grinned, grabbed the rice bowl, picked up the vegetables, and began to eat in a big gulp.

I didn't eat for a day, and I didn't feel anything when I was practicing, but now that I'm out of the meditation environment, I'm starving.

Before Jindan, all that circulated in the body was the true element, and this true element, in addition to absorbing the essence of heaven and earth and refining, was obtained from the digestion of food. Before Jindan, all monks needed to eat.

The rice that Zhou Zhou ate was also the spirit seed of the flood wilderness that the old man Gong Ji had spent some trouble searching for in a spiritual valley in the flood wilderness. It was carefully planted and cultivated by the old man, and only then did he have grains of rice containing aura. The same is true of the green vegetables, and as for the fat used to cook the vegetables, it is not an ordinary thing.

The old man didn't say it, Zhou Zhou didn't know this intention, but he just felt comfortable eating.

While eating, Zhou Zhou suddenly asked, "Grandpa, why do you want me to learn the history of the human race?"

"Because you are a human race, and the one blessed by heaven is also a human race. The old man Gongji said lightly, "Demons, witches, and spirits all have inheritance, but ordinary human races do not live for more than 100 years, and most human races only know life, but do not know where their bodies come from and why they live, which is ignorance." ”

"Oh......" Zhou Zhou nodded as if he didn't understand, it turned out that in the wilderness, there was also gratitude education.

He swallowed his meal, concentrated on the vegetables in front of him, and said casually: "Grandpa, I should be more grateful to you, we are not related to each other, you teach me the method of cultivation, give me a place to stay, and cook for me every day, and help me carry angel eggs...... That, thank you. ”

The old man Gongji didn't speak, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but Zhou Zhou was concentrating on eating and didn't see it.

Zhou Zhou said again: "People say that there is no merit and no luck, old man, do you have any work that I can help you do? I may not be able to do this small body work, but I can still sweep the floor, wipe the tables and chairs, or something!"

He looked up at the old man Gong Ji very seriously.

"No, you and I are like this. ”

Zhou Zhou: "I don't want to go. ”

The old man Gongji pondered: "Then cultivate the Tao and seek the truth, and when you achieve the Great Luo Dao Fruit, maybe there is something that can help me." ”

"What's the matter?" Zhou Zhou immediately put down the dishes and chopsticks and listened intently. He has been thinking about these words for a few months, and today he seems to have said them inadvertently, but he just feels that it is not good to be too strict and polite.

"I have a friend who was suppressed under the Qilin Cliff of the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain," the old man Gongji opened his eyes, and there was a slight sadness in his eyes: "When you become Daluo, you can go to visit the saint's dojo, and go to help me see how she is doing now." ”

Zhou Zhou wrote these down in his heart, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart - since the spiritual realm entered the later stage, he often remembered some details of the novels he had read, which were vague information hidden in the depths of his mind and could not be searched by his memory on weekdays.

"Sky Lady!"

The old man Gongji looked a little surprised, and asked, "Have you heard of her?"

"Well, I've seen it in the novel," Zhou Zhou thought about it carefully, and opened his mouth to say: "The Jiuqu Yellow River Array and the Mixed Yuan Golden Dou cut off the three flowers of the Twelve Golden Immortals, damaged their Taoism, and then were killed by the sage...... Grandpa, are you alright?"

When he saw the sad face of the old man Gongji, he quickly shut up and didn't dare to say more.

"It's okay, it's just a catastrophe, Qiongxiao and Bixiao's true spirits are not extinguished, but they are trapped in heaven. The old man sighed, "I can't explain it to you." Before the countless Yuan Meeting, I hid in the mixed Yuan Golden Bucket and became its Yuan Spirit. After accompanying the three nights of the little girls to practice, it can be regarded as watching them cultivate immortals and become enlightened. ”

There were tears in the old man's eyes, but he was moved.

His old voice was a little remorseful, and he said in a deep voice: "When the gods were sealed, Zhao Gongming died, and the three of them were furious and responded to the catastrophe...... I shouldn't have helped the three of them to descend the twelve golden immortals, which angered the Origin Sage, I could have stopped it with all my might, I could have ......"

"Grandpa, those seem to be the calculations of saints, don't feel guilty. Zhou Zhou listened, but picked up the dishes and chopsticks and continued to eat. "Speaking of which, the old man is very powerful, and he can subdue the twelve golden immortals, it should be the realm of Da Luo, although it is not as good as the saint. ”

The old man said, "I am different from ordinary monks, except for saints, no one can hurt me. ”

"Then why don't you go and save Yunxiao Niangniang?" Zhou Zhou asked as if inadvertently. Looking at the old man's expression, he must have a deep relationship with the three mothers.

"Heavenly Dao wants to take me, the mixed yuan golden bucket was collected by Taiqing Laozi, and I can only escape from it, so as not to be detected by it. The old man's expression gradually became calmer, and soon it was the same kind of silence again, "At this time, what is in front of you is just my incarnation, and the real body has to be hidden." It is not easy to save people at the hands of the primordial saints. ”

"Okay, I know!" Zhou Zhou looked up at the old man in front of him, "When I am successful in cultivating, I must go to Qilin Cliff and take a look at Yunxiao Niangniang!"

In various novels, Sanxiao is a standard idol character, and the saint was forced to take them down......

It must be beautiful! Maybe I can develop a little bit...... Hey, hey, hey.

A wizened finger tapped.

"Oops!" Zhou Zhou clutched his head and screamed, and a red and swollen bag immediately bulged on it.

The old man said coldly: "Don't have such a dirty thought!"

Zhou Zhou said angrily: "I'm not in the late stage of Turin Consciousness!, how can you still see what I'm thinking!"

"Da Luo Jinxian is in front of me, and he can't be blinded by what he thinks in his heart, it's up to you? ”

was deeply despised by the old man......

Zhou Zhou burst into tears and ate honestly, but he was more curious about Sanxiao in his heart.

He cultivated for half a year, sorted out his thoughts, and made a table - the list of goddesses of the flood wilderness. List evaluation criteria: only about appearance, regardless of morality.

He hadn't seen anyone, so he could only think about it here.

The goddess of the flood desolation first recommended the saint of Nuwa, the posture of the saint, that must be indescribably beautiful, the king of Xuan was not because of the desecration of the jade statue of the saint and led the Shang Dynasty to be defeated.

Then, it's Daji, the nine-tailed demon fox...... Chang'e must be a big beauty, and the queen mother will also be, and I heard that there is also the Queen Mother of the West. Sanxiao Niangniang must also be a big beauty, and maybe she has different styles......

Bang!

Zhou Zhou covered the other half of his forehead, burst into tears again, and two symmetrical bags swollen on his head.

"There are always these thoughts in my heart, how can I find the true way of cultivation?" said the old man Gongji with a stern face.

"Grandpa, don't sue me, you still have to abstain from sex in cultivation?"

"It's not necessary to be abstinent," said the old man Gong Ji indifferently, "but you can't indulge in your humane seven emotions and six desires, and you will be deeply trapped in them, and the karma will be in vain, and the path of cultivation is also destined to be full of disasters." ”

"If you scare me, you can't help it, so as not to be a 10,000-year-old place...... Ahem, ahem!"

As if something had been accidentally exposed, Zhou Zhou subconsciously glanced at the angel egg.

I secretly promised in my heart that in the future, I must take a look at all the fairies in this wilderness, evaluate one, two, three, four, five, six, and make a list of goddesses! Well, just go and see them, it shouldn't be too difficult.

Of course, if they could pose a few times, like a model pageant, and then wear a bikini down the catwalk......

Zhou Zhou's saliva was flooding, sitting there with silly music, and his Dao heart was dangling.

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched slightly, and with a flick of his long sleeves, his figure and the empty dishes, chopsticks, and food box in Zhou Zhou's hand turned into green smoke and disappeared.

"Cultivate your Dao well!

Zhou Zhou rolled his eyes, what happened to the Spirit Consciousness Daoist? Who didn't come from this stage!

Brother is now just the age of elementary school, seven and a half years old!

Well, it doesn't seem to scare people to death when you say this...... I heard that many children of immortals are born immortals......

Perfect Origin Crushing.

He hung his head a little apprehantly and looked at the white dome beside him.

After a while, a little fighting spirit burned in his eyes.

"People must always have dreams to live, and the same is true for cultivation. Cultivating the Golden Immortal Immortal is my ultimate goal, so doing a good job in this Flood Desolation Goddess List is my stage dream!"

Zhou Zhou looked at the sky with burning eyes, "One day, I will achieve this dream!"

In the sky, a white swift bird soared into the sky.

……

In the quiet room, facing the old man meditating in the bronze mirror, the corners of his mouth twitched a little.

Fortunately, Zhou Zhou soon entered a state of meditation and understanding, and the spiritual fire around his body was dense again, and the old man didn't go over to kick him.

"This sub......"

The old man was also a little speechless.