Ling Feng didn't expect Ling Shuang to be so sensitive, but thinking about it, Ling Shuang had always been so concerned about her own affairs, how could she be satisfied with what she had to do.

In Ling Shuang's puzzled gaze, Ling Feng was a little awkward about his childhood, because the master was the head of the sect, he often had no time to discipline himself, and he was young and ignorant, and he always took him by his side as if the master was herding sheep.

Since all the miscellaneous things in Fengxian Pavilion are the responsibility of the head of the house, so Ling Feng, the only disciple who Tianjue takes with him wherever he goes, has become a frequent visitor in Fengxian Pavilion, and after a long time, Tianjue saw that Ling Feng was playing very well when he was busy alone, and because of his young age, he was not very interested in the things in Fengxian Pavilion, so he let him go and leave freely.

How do you know that it didn't take long for Tianjue to let Ling Feng go, and after leaving once, he forgot to water the spiritual grass in Fengxian Pavilion, and as soon as he returned to the door of Fengxian Pavilion, he heard a muffled sound of something falling from inside.

Tianjue thought that there was a thief in Fengxian Pavilion, but when he pushed the door in, he saw that it was still a soft Lingfeng bun, like a turtle with a shell turned over, holding something on all fours, lying under the offering table and looking at himself in surprise.

When the little bun Ling Feng reacted and saw clearly that the person who came was his master, Ling Feng Xiaobao children's shoes, who still had any idea about the development of things, received the first severe punishment in history, and copied the children's enlightenment books of the three hundred thousand ten times.

This kind of punishment of disguised corporal punishment is not a few words for the first acquaintance. As far as Ling Feng, the little bun who has just corrected his posture with a pen, can be regarded as a great punishment.

It's a pity that the purpose of Tian's punishment of Xiao Baozi Ling Feng has not been achieved, but under the effect of the rebellious psychology of the year. Ling Feng's little bun's research heart for chasing fish jade pendants has been raised to the top.

So much so that it hasn't been half a year since Ling Feng punished the little bun in the sky, and once again inadvertently caught this little bun that seemed to have been reformed.

It is said that love is deeply responsible, and Ling Feng's little bun's behavior is simply provoking the reverence of the ancestor of the heavens, so the little bun, who was only four or five years old, became the smallest permanent resident in the library. It wasn't until Xiao Baozi was about to grow into a Zhengtai that he was released from the library by the Heavenly Absolute True People.

For this kind of punishment, Ling Feng did not grow up until he became an adult. It's all fresh in her memory, so much so that when Ning Sheng, the elder in charge of the Library Pavilion, was directly or indirectly blocked by Ling Feng when she pursued him, and in the end, she even killed herself before it ended.

Ling Shuang listened to Ling Feng's concise abridged version: The Adventures of Little Buns. Looking at Ling Feng, he couldn't figure out what kind of naughty mischievous he was when he was a child. Only then did the head of the heavens, who had always been hip-hop and not have a decent line, punish him to the library where almost no one was there, and he would be gone for a few years.

Ling Feng looked at Ling Shuang's strange eyes, smiled a little embarrassedly, and wanted to divert her attention, so he moved his gaze to the Chasing Fish Jade Pendant again.

It didn't matter if he looked at it, at the position of a sharp corner of the hexagonal Hualing, Ling Feng strangely found some faint traces of imprinting. Hurriedly called Ling Shuang to her side and asked her to watch carefully.

It is said that there are 100 kinds of Hualing. Three-six-nine heavy, three-pointed Hualing main Yin Division, hexagonal Hualing Shouchang, Jiuji Tianding will enjoy immortality, this hexagonal Hualing in front of him is obviously known as the longevity of Anchang's bell, according to the merits of the ancestor of the Jinxiumen Mountain in the cultivation world, not to mention that the hexagonal Hualing can be worn naturally, and then after he ascends, even the nine-pole Hualing can naturally be worthy.

Thinking like this, the question of the two people came again, Ling Feng looked at Ling Shuang and said: "Senior sister, Master Zu is a person who loves to write notes, the codex of his life has always been treasured in the Fengxian Pavilion for worship, I have been in and out of the Fengxian Pavilion since I was a child, and I have never seen the record of the desolate realm in the Codex of the Ancestor and the classics of the master, do you say there is anything strange in this?" Or, what is Master Zu hiding? ”

After being with Ling Shuang for a long time, and seeing more immortal elders in the upper realm, Ling Feng naturally would not be so pedantic that he would only cover up when encountering problems, instead of seeking the truth, so he asked Ling Shuang at the moment when he had doubts in his heart.

Ling Shuang belonged to another master, although the Elder of the Earth was also her master, but it was only a good name, so naturally she didn't have much awe of the ancestor who opened the Jinxiu Gate, and replied truthfully: "I have been to Fengxian Pavilion once, and the impression is not too deep, not to mention the ancestral master classics inside, so this point can't help you, but, as you said, since we didn't find anything when we were in the master's gate, why don't we jump out of this circle and put the things of the master aside first, Let's study the strangeness of this hexagonal bell first. ”

Ling Shuang said, and his fingers followed the obvious mark of the hexagonal Hualing.

She thought that with her current cultivation, it should be easy to deal with such a small thing that could isolate the divine sense, but it was only carved in stone, but that one didn't leave any traces on that imprint for a long time.

Ling Feng looked at Ling Shuang's movements in surprise, and when she took her hand down, the two glanced at each other in surprise, and suddenly remembered that the exercises that Ling Shuang had practiced were the 'Divine Killing Technique' taught by the Lord of the Chengtian Palace, Yuheng Shangxian, not the Splendid Hualing Secret of the Splendid Sect Descendant Exercises.

So Ling Shuang, who had figured it out, looked around vigilantly, and after making a safe gesture to Ling Feng, he stood on the side behind Ling Feng and gave up his position.

Ling Feng nodded at Ling Shuang, concentrating and wanting to mention spiritual power, but suddenly remembered a question, turned his head to Ling Shuang and asked, "Senior sister, when we came, didn't your master spread the sound and said that you can't use spiritual power?" Are we violating the rules? ”

Ling Shuang was waiting to see a miracle, but the stupid cute appearance that was suddenly made by Ling Feng almost burst out with blood.

I saw her raise her hand and hold Ling Feng's head, and said 'let' to his lips, and when she looked back and remembered that the occasion was not right now, she pulled Ling Feng, who was dissatisfied, and let him face the idol and said: "The master is a voice transmission and can't use spiritual power at will, that's also because the spiritual power here is extremely shallow, if the two of us mobilize all our strength, it will deplete the already scarce source power here, so there is this limitation, I think if nothing else, you just need to mobilize a little spiritual power on this imprint, I believe that there should not be much damage to the source power of this realm. (To be continued.) )