Xu Feifei is improving the double flying goose butterfly method, and the previous double flying goose butterfly method requires the cooperation of Daosheng's fandi. However, most of the time in the cultivation realm of cultivating truth, life, and opportunity is personal cultivation. She needed a set of methods of her own: formation, unswerving, and harmony. The formation has nine puzzles to base upon, and with the improvement of her cultivation and perception, she is integrated, so she doesn't have to worry too much. Unswerving was already supernatural, but now it is even more extraordinary with the addition of divine concealment, and it only needs a small amount of divine sense and spiritual power to manipulate it freely. The rhyme is quite painstaking, first of all, she has to choose a magic weapon of her favorite instrument, the sound attack and the magic circle complement each other, you can be confused, attacked, and defended. She once read the Bai family classics, there is an eight-sided exquisite jade in the fairy world, wind power, spiritual power can stimulate the rhyme, ethereal and beautiful like a fairy chant, moving people's hearts. It's a pity that the Bai family has never been found. I had to find a way to find other musical instruments to replace them.

Su Feifei searched for the musical instruments in his memory, such as the qin, the hu, the flute, the flute, the drum, the ser, and the cymbal...... None of them moved her, and she suddenly remembered a Xun song she had heard when she was a child. The simple, rich, low, vicissitudes, mysterious, and mournful rhyme, the solemn, ancient, and sad special effects, such as the singing of the earth and the sound of heaven. Isn't the realm of being far away from the hustle and bustle and being pure and beautiful exactly the artistic conception he needs?

Su Feifei is an anxious child, leaving the secret room, wanting to find Dao Sheng and refine Xun together. After asking Ji Lingchen, I found out that Dao Sheng had been gone for almost sixty years after they went into retreat. The ancestor is proficient in music and rhythm, and Xu Feifei plans to consult her first and listen to the ancestor's opinion. The ancestor was not there, so he went to visit friends. Bai Lingmiao is still in retreat. In desperation, she was ready to try one herself. Back at the mansion, Su Feifei drew a sketch, selected the magic circle according to his own needs and the characteristics of Xun, and adjusted the distance of the sound hole. Just when she was thinking about what to use as the main material, Ji Lingchen led Bai Cheng and Yuan Yueyang to visit, and Bai Cheng left after explaining a few words. Ji Lingchen stayed behind to act as an attendant.

"Far away, Yang Zao came to the door, sister forgive me. ”

"Friends from afar are polite, please use tea. ”

Yuan Yueyang thanked him politely, and after drinking the spiritual tea, he asked, "May I ask Sister Su, I don't know when my brother-in-law will come back?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know when my husband will come back, I don't know what's going on with Daoist Yuyang?"

"Yuan Yueyang is entrusted by the family, and he does have something to ask for. My brother-in-law was not there, so I had to beg my sister cheekily. ”

Su Feifei didn't make a sound, added tea for Yuan Yueyang, and waited for him to continue.

"After the ancestors of the family have seen the magical magic circle of the Bai family's hanging peak, they have never forgotten it, they have long wanted to come to the door to beg, but they are worried about the deep words, but fortunately, the two families of Yuanbai have been friends for generations, so they have to ask the third uncle Bai to help introduce them. Yuan said that the word Yang carefully considered the sentence, and carefully indicated his intention.

"The distant family wants us to transform the hanging peak?" asked Su Feifei knowingly.

"It is precisely because I want to bother my sister and my wife, and the family promises: to transform a hanging peak and thank you with five million top-grade spirit stones, and within the scope of the distant family's ability, I promised Sister Su and her wife a condition. Yuan Yueyang said tentatively.

Su Feifei's heart moved, five million spirit stones were not less. She knew that if it was a moderate amount of points, the distant family should also agree. But she has a good impression of Yuan Yueyang. This handsome monk man is a little elegant and dusty, and there is no need to harsh him for a little profit. What's more, she attaches great importance to that condition, but she doesn't know if there is a distant family.

Su Feifei drank the spiritual tea, stared at the teacup in his hand, and said slowly: "It's not impossible to transform the hanging peak, it's just that the three of us will all participate in the next realm of sect order competition, and we still need to prepare some things, and we are currently looking for them." Yuan Yueyang saw that Xu Feifei agreed, and was overjoyed, and without waiting for her to finish, he immediately asked, "I don't know what my sister is looking for?"

"Eight-sided exquisite jade. Su Feifei spoke.

"How many do you want?"

Su Feifei was stunned in his heart, there are still a few secret ways, could it be that there are many far away? If the Daoyou family can help find it, in the next few hundred years, we will ask Brother Ji to assist, and when we are ready, our husband and wife will personally participate in the transformation. ”

"I don't know if the family can be satisfied. My sister allowed me to go back and tell the ancestors, and then reply to my sister. After Yuan Yueyang finished speaking, he looked at Ji Lingchen and said enviously: "Ji Dao is friendly and lucky, I am afraid that with this ability, I can call the wind and rain in the Lower Immortal Realm." ”

Ji Lingchen couldn't hear the deep meaning of Yuan Yueyang's words, stood up and arched his hand: "Daoist friends have won awards, all of which are cultivated by Mr. and Mrs. Ji Lingchen's qualifications are shallow, and he is appreciated by Mr. and Mrs., and in this life, he only wishes to saddle the horse before and after the horse to serve his weak strength. ”

Yuan Yueyang smiled and left. Ji Lingchen sent it off.

Su Feifei held a glimmer of hope and did not immediately start refining Xun. She has only read the records of the eight-sided exquisite jade, from nine holes to one hundred and eight holes. But seventy-two holes, one hundred and eight holes are just legends, and the best one seen in this world is thirty-six holes. She had no hope for thirty-six holes, and was satisfied with nine holes and eighteen holes. She continued to draw and deduce, if the distant family couldn't find the eight-sided exquisite jade, she still had to refine Xun.

When Dao Sheng returned to the mansion, Su Feifei was leisurely drinking tea, chewing spirit fruits, and drawing pictures.

Husband and wife have not seen each other for decades, and it is inevitable that they will practice with passion and share their feelings and thoughts for decades. Feifei's eyes were as confused as a mystery, and Dao Sheng's sword intent was like a tide. The mattress woven with acacia magic grass is a good thing, and although it is worth a lot of money, it is worth the money.

Daosheng and Feifei repeatedly deliberated for more than a month to improve the design and composition of Xun. Yuan Yueyang brought an ancestor from the Yuan family to visit. Seeing that Daosheng had returned, Yuan Yueyang and his distant ancestors were very happy. The ancestor of the distant family was also neat, and took out three eight-sided exquisite jades, one with nine holes, one with eighteen holes, one with thirty-six holes, and a boutique storage bag. said: "The old man is not good at beating around the bush, and the transformation of the hanging peak is for the little friend and wife." The old man came today to ask for something, the next clan order to fight, the Yuan family asked the three of Xiaoyou and his wife to help the children of the Yuan family if they could. I didn't dare to speak, but before leaving, I happened to meet a fellow Daoist who was going to talk about the competition for this clan's order, and after the guidance of Daoist friends, I was brazen and disturbed. After speaking, he handed out a storage bag and continued: "The Hongyan Xianxia of the distant family is famous, and I brought some to the little friends to add some fun to the road of cultivation." The recipe and brewing method are also included. It's just that the distant family begged the little friends not to spread the word, after all, it was our home food. ”

Su Feifei's eyes lit up, he had heard the name of Hongyan Xianxia for a long time, and he was afraid that something would be strange to him, so he hurriedly took it over and said: "Thank you seniors, the juniors promise that only the three of us know." ”

Dao Sheng understands the flying and misty Dao, and with the help of the red face Xianxia, he is like a tiger with wings. But the focus of the distant ancestors is not wine, but people. After pondering for a moment, he said: "The juniors can only say that they do their best, and the powerful people of the seniors should know the hard work of the juniors." ”

"Xiaoyou rest assured, my generation of monks, cultivate the truth, cultivate life and luck, and the promise of Xiaoyou from afar is enough. ”

Dao Sheng gave back a willow branch and a few tea seeds to the ancestor of the distant family, and Ji Lingchen followed Yuan Yueyang and them to the distant family to help.

The eight-sided exquisite jade is not eight-sided, similar to the oval shape of Xun, and the holes are irregularly distributed. Both of them saw each other for the first time, and they kept fiddling with their research, forgetting the passage of time, and they didn't even pay attention to when they came out. One person's hand, Daosheng's nine holes, Bai Lingmiao and Su Feifei refused, eighteen holes in Xi Miao's hand, and thirty-six holes in Su Feifei's hand.

For a while, the ghosts cried and the wolves howled, the chickens and dogs crowed, and the clouds were gloomy. The guards and maids stayed away. The three of them tossed the eight-sided exquisite jade with all their imagination. Three years later, when Taizu returned to the peak, he couldn't stand the ordeal and personally came to warn: "The noise you cast is seriously exceeded, and Ben Taizu solemnly warns you and the other three not to disturb the people." But there was no fundamental improvement in the situation, so they had to ask each other softly, the three of them were righteous and strict, soft bubbles and hard grinding, and the nine-hole exquisite jade in Daosheng's hand was in the hands of Sexi Taizu. Dao Sheng became air in the eyes of the three beauties, one old, two young, and three beauties. This time, it was Daosheng's turn to be the object of discomfort. Dao Sheng wants to escape, but where can he escape? Unless he can escape from marriage, escape the red line, escape the fetters of fate, and escape the boundless tenderness of the red face. Because of the two peerless ladies and a Taizu, they repeatedly emphasized that there must be a profound and loyal audience. Dao Sheng wanted to block the sound of the exquisite jade, and had to admit that the legend of the eight-sided exquisite jade was by no means a lie, penetrating the gods, the soul, and the body, pervasive, and pores were no exception. Dao Sheng can only passively accept it, the three of them don't use spiritual power, and it's okay with divine sense, once they use spiritual power and the power of their souls, Dao Sheng has a feeling that he has nothing to love.

One day, Dao Sheng, who was pale and had sunken eye sockets, had to speak: "Taizu, plus the two ladies, please let me go, please." It's okay to take a few days off for me. ”

The three beauties who were interested said in unison: "No." ”

Bai Lingxi opened her pretty face as bright as a hibiscus, delicate as a peony, full of interest, and the fairy voice was as misty as a cloud: "The husband only needs to endure for about a year, and there will be a big surprise for you at that time." ”

Dao Sheng is like the sorrow of an eggplant after a severe frost, endless sorrow. sighed: "It's unknown whether your husband will survive in a year?"

"Come on, husband!" Su Feifei waved his little fist.

"Come on, boy!" said the Taizu blinked.

"Go other people's way and leave others with no way out. "Dao Sheng's head hurts.

"Let others have no way out, hehe, I am a husband and not a husband, and I will not be on the house for three days. If you don't use color, how can you paint the eternal style. The tiger is not powerful when I am a sick cat. Let the ladies understand what it means to be a 'husband', just practice the sword. Dao Sheng smiled secretly.

At a distance of about 3,000 meters, he threw out a flying snow, and his sword intent rose in the air like a snow dance in the wind. The all-pervasive strange sound was blocked, compressing the snow-like sword intent, and the rhyme that the divine soul could not block was actually blocked and cut by the sword intent. The sound is like a tide, the rhyme is like the way, it seems to have spirituality, once it is blocked, it swells wildly, and it is like a flame. The sword intent and rhyme are like two Tai Chi masters, pushing back and forth; like a passionate couple, lingering and compassionate; if the village woman who has reached the peak of gossip, she is extremely full of words, and the rhyme of meaning is without a trace, hurting people and destroying the heart invisibly.

The three beauties forgot about the Tao, and the strange sound of the eight sides became a rhythm. The rhythm is meaningful, the mystery is pervasive, and the agitation. Dao Sheng took Feixue to the extreme, and his sword intent turned into a form. The void is like a dough kneaded by four people. The sound and sword rhyme are drawn by the spring, and the void keeps exploding, dazzling, like a blooming peony and a blood flower. Then it turned into a gentle drizzle, the shape is unpredictable, but the feelings are sincere. Spring is often rain and wind, and spring is empty when the wind and rain are sunny. The sword intent is fluttering and sprinkled like a gentle wind and drizzle, and it is misty, every path is fate, all are luck, all are calamity, and all are difficult. The catastrophe disappears, the fate is empty, and the wind is small. The Xuanyang Sword shone brightly, trembling and ranging, overshadowing the strange sound of the eight-sided exquisite jade. Taizu came to his senses, Taizu Dao had been formed, and he couldn't be strong. Xu Feifei and Bai Lingmiao fell into their own perceptions, tasting their Dao, magic, art, and array, and tasting their Baiwei life. The flying flies into a mystery, and the white spirit is misty.

Sexi Peak finally calmed down, Sexi Taizu and Daosheng sat down in the hall, the main seat of Sexi Taizu held the teacup, stared at the tea such as smoke, fog, like pine needles of the cui fog sighed: "It's so beautiful! I didn't expect there to be such a magical green fog in the world, tsk tsk, the girl is good, and she is willing to send me an enlightenment futon." ”

"The geese plucked their feathers, and the ancients were honest and did not deceive me. Dao Sheng said bitterly.

"Boy, I sigh for me, what do you have to do with a bitter melon?"

"Taizu-level characters are really different, and they are even arrogant to ask for things from younger generations. Hey, hehe. Admire, admire, admire. ”

"Taizu is gone, it hurts my self-esteem too much, when the two girls wake up, I have to have a good chat with them. What a man, really. ”

Dao Sheng hurriedly got up, accompanied by a smiling face, and took out a jade box and held it up respectfully and silently.

"Hehe, it's good to be so knowledgeable earlier. Sexi Taizu pursed his lips and left comfortably.

Flying snow, welcoming spring, and the wind are three small successes, Dao Sheng sits and comprehends, strives to go to the next level, and quietly waits for the two beauties to wake up. He had already prepared the jade box for the ancestor of Sexi: willow branches, tea leaves, and tea seeds. It's just that Daosheng likes that atmosphere, that feeling, the feeling of home. That feeling is like the warm sun of spring, the gentle wind of the beginning of summer, refreshing people's hearts, so that sorrow is no longer sad. It's not a sword-style Japanese style, there is no anger, no harm.

Although the daylily is slightly flowered, the lonely show can extricate itself, and the pavilion is in the chaotic leaves, one by one. The warmth of carnations cannot be forgotten, and I don't want to forget.

"Are you all doing?" Dao Sheng whispered with tears, he hadn't felt tears for a long time, and the feeling of tears was so beautiful.