In fact, not all people in the cultivation realm have spiritual roots, and those who do not have spiritual roots also have zài, but there are many fewer than in the mundane realm. People who have been living in the cultivation realm take it for granted that spiritual power is innate, but in fact, their thoughts are wrong.

The spiritual root is not innate, nor is it unchangeable, it is just an ability. Many secret methods have the effect of changing the spiritual root, but the price paid is very high, which is why the righteous monks have always refused to admit him.

It is precisely because of the monk's misunderstanding that there is a division between the mundane realm and the cultivation realm. There is no clear dividing line between the mundane realm and the cultivation realm, and there is no obstacle to the coming and going between the two realms except for the road.

After understanding that he only needed to find the right direction to go back, Feng Ning felt that he couldn't wait any longer, living in the cultivation realm, surrounded by monks who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years, if he didn't deliberately calculate time, he couldn't feel the passage of time at all, and a few years would pass in the blink of an eye.

Borrowing a book on the geography of the mortal realm from the library pavilion, Feng Ning released the spirit sword and stood on the sword.

After a period of hard work, Feng Ning was finally able to control the spirit sword to fly in the air. Perhaps it was the influence of his previous life, Feng Ning especially liked the feeling of flying with the sword, even if he was not comfortable standing on the sword and using the wind trick to fly, Feng Ning has always insisted.

As it turned out, this insistence was unreliable.

I don't know where I flew? The Lingshan Sect is composed of many peaks, each of which is about the same length, and for Feng Ning, who has no sense of wind direction, it is like turning in a labyrinth.

Feng Ning tested the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, took the spirit sword in his hand, pinched the wind trick with his fingers, and flew to the sky to inspect the surrounding scenery.

Not far away seemed to be the edge of the sword, a group of bare stones, standing out in a green peak. The tallest house standing on a boulder should be Chu Lan's home.

The boulder is full of sword marks, and although it does not have the grace of the mountain peak, it is very sharp.

"I've never been to Chu Lan's house, so I'm going to see it today." Feng Ning thought as he flew towards Chu Lan's house.

I've been to Jianfeng a few times, but I just glanced at his house from a distance, and he has been busy with the affairs of the sect competition in the past few days, so he didn't come to Yushan Peak, just to see what he was doing?

It's all at his doorstep, Feng Ning only realized that he should prepare some gifts for the first visit? Wouldn't it be nice to go in empty-handed like this?

Whatever, let's go first. After hesitating for a while, Feng Ning walked to the door of his house, looking at the whole house in this way, it was very empty, this was probably related to the habits of sword cultivation, even though Chu Lan's father was the master of the first peak, he didn't see any extra decorations.

"Anyone?" Feng Ning knocked on the door, and waited for half a sound but no answer.

"Nobody's here." Feng Ning was a little disappointed, and was about to turn around and prepare to leave, when he suddenly felt a strong wind coming behind him.

Hurriedly used the sneak attack behind the crotch of the spirit sword, jumped forward, and opened a distance before turning around in the gap.

"Chu Lan?" The person who attacked her was none other than Chu Lan, and Feng Ning shouted, "It's me." ”

"It didn't hurt, did you?" Chu Lan withdrew her sword move and ran to Feng Ning's side to see if she was injured, "Why didn't you inform me in advance, I thought someone wanted to break into my house?" ”

"I've been waiting for a long time, if it's really not a well-intentioned person, I would have broken in a long time ago." Feng Ning grumbled.

"You wait for me for a while, I'll go back as soon as I go." Bringing Feng Ning to the house, Chu Lan confessed, and left in a hurry.

Feng Ning looked at Chu Lan's room boringly, although it was simple but clean and tidy, there was a faint fragrance in the room, which was very similar to the smell on Chu Lan's body.

Could it be incense? I can't imagine that Chu Lan still has this preference?

Feng Ning walked around the house to see where he put the incense burner, but the incense burner was not found, but he saw rows of jars placed under the window, the jars were sealed, and the fragrance emitted from them was exactly what Feng Ning was looking for.

Feng Ning stood in front of the window, struggling with her head down for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back, she hugged a jar to the table, and when she untied the cloth on the jar, the room was instantly filled with a refreshing fragrance.

took out a jade bowl from the storage bag, held the jar and poured out the liquid inside, looking at the liquid that was fragrant from the jade bowl, Feng Ning licked his lips.

I drank a bowl in one go, and my mouth was full of sweet fragrance.

"It's delicious!" Feng Ning burped, his face flushed, and he felt everything in the room shake, and stumbled out of the house.

Following the memory back to the peak of Yushan, he saw the figure of Yu Changshu from a distance, Feng Ning instinctively pounced, plopped, and fell to the ground.

"Wind condensation?" Yu Changshu looked at Feng Ning on the ground in surprise, "Why are you drunk like this, where did you go to drink?" ”

"I didn't drink." The wind condensed on the ground and muttered loudly.

The Imperial Chief was stunned for a long time, and the back of Feng Ning's head was frozen for a long time before he walked over and helped her up, and carried her into the house.

The drunk Feng Ning slept very comfortably, and his mouth still made a humming sound from time to time.

How comfortable he slept was, and when he woke up, he saw how petrified the wind condensation standing in front of Yu Changshu was.

"Master?" Feng Ning's voice was visibly very shaky.

"Wake up." Yu Changshu's voice couldn't tell if he was in a good or bad mood.

"Hmm." Feng Ning Mu nodded.

Yu Changshu moved a plate of pastries to Feng Ning, "Let's eat something." ”

Feng Ning took a piece and put it in his mouth and chewed it, thinking about how he had returned to Yushan Peak, but his mind was blank.

Seeing that the wind was condensed, Yu Changshu flicked the placket lightly and prepared to leave.

"Master" Feng Ning stopped him and asked uneasily, "I'm drunk, I didn't say anything strange, did I?" ”

Yu Changshu smiled and didn't answer her question, but asked, "Can't you remember it yourself?" ”

"Well, not at all." Feng Ning smothered his face in the quilt, and his voice was deep.

"I didn't say anything, I just slept in the face" Yu Changshu didn't continue.

"Really?" Feng Ning raised his head and blinked in disbelief.

"Really." Yu Changshu nodded.

Feng Ning happily bounced up and hugged the defenseless Yu Changshu, and Yu Changshu's long black hair sprinkled on her neck, making people feel a little itchy.

Feng Ning took a strand of hair and played with it in her hand, and said enviously, "Master, your hair is really good, how do you maintain it?" ”

Yu Changshu gently pushed Feng Ning away, pulled back the hair in her hand, and looked at Feng Ning expressionlessly, "You are not allowed to drink alcohol in the future!" ”

"Oh." Feng Ning lowered his head guiltily, without the slightest objection.