The fairy aura surrounds the cloud bone abyss, and the lonely pavilion is on the cold mountain. Feng Aohan walked down the stairs leisurely, and ate some tea and pastries in the morning, his stomach was empty, and he was so hungry at the moment. He took the picture and walked to the disciples' quarters. Passing through the familiar small mountain spring, the beautiful scenery of the lake and mountains is still there, but the woman who smiles like a white lotus is gone.

Feng Aohan, "The old man just said that my father failed my mother, and he was still drinking tea and cold soup in the pavilion." Is my father really dead?"

The clouds and bones in early spring, the fairy flowers all over the mountains, the green mountains and green waters, the rippling blue waves, the murderous atmosphere of thousands of miles, like a fairyland, beautiful as a picture. In the words of another world, any screenshot is a beautiful wallpaper. If you squat in one place casually, all you can pick are rare medicinal herbs. Some of the mountains are too luxuriant because the flowers are blooming, and they look like they are on fire from a distance, and thousands of flowers are pressed down on the branches, and passers-by are amazed to see them.

Feng Aohan's stomach had already made an empty plan, but the medicinal herbs not far away made him forget about hunger for a while. With one hand, he climbed out of the corridor, his feet lightly stepping on the grass. The red flower bones are a poison, the blue buds are a poison, and then look at the things in the corner, Feng Aohan's eyes lit up, as if he had seen some great treasure.

He ran over, crouched on the ground, and counted the emerald leaves on the ground.

Feng Aohan: "One, two, three,,,,,, nine pieces." It's a pity that it's only a thousand years away. ”

There were herbs along the road, and Feng Aohan continued to walk deeper into the forest, and he was getting farther and farther away from the corridor. There are a dazzling array of medicinal materials, and Feng Aohan can't wait to take out the Qiankun gourd and pack it all. Although the old man said that Feng Aohan was the owner of Yun Gu Yuan, but he had not inherited it at the moment, Feng Ao Han felt that this Yun Gu Yuan did not belong to him, he didn't dare to take it all, he had to pick the best few things. His steps were slow, but his eyes were quick. He was thinking about Weilong's affairs and urgently needed several medicines to lead Weilong to the right path.

Feng Aohan gradually came to the halfway point of the nameless mountain, and at this time, the haystack not far away actually appeared with a faint light.

Feng Aohan: "Immortal Elm, it's you." ”

There was wind under his feet, and he almost fell, he came to the immortal earth elm, quickly squatted down, took out the knife, and prepared to slowly dig out the medicine. He was digging happily, and at this moment, a woman's voice came from not far away.

"Xiandi elm is a good thing! different from other medicines, you can directly wash the decoction!"

Feng Aohan: "Who?"

Feng Aohan stood up and looked around, there was no one around. Feng Aohan was startled, he squatted down in a panic and continued to collect medicine, loosening the soil little by little, and the flower bones were trembling. The corners of Feng Aohan's mouth rose slightly, and he dug quickly, and the soil was completely loose.

"Didn't the kid hear me?"

He picked up the fairy elm on the ground and stopped the dagger that was swinging the dirt.

Feng Aohan: "Fairy elm, is it your voice? Listen to your voice, you are a woman, come out!"

"Stupid, go twenty meters ahead. ”

The soil on the ground was half loosened, and Feng Aohan stood up curiously and walked forward more than twenty meters. A pile of reeds taller than a man appeared before him, and he heard the sound of water. He picked up the reeds, and the girl he had seen before was smiling in the water. Feng Aohan didn't think about this woman, he was thinking about another question.

Feng Aohan muttered, "Why does the fairy elm grow so close to the water? You are a pink skeleton!"

"Xiandi Yu doesn't pick a region at all. Don't get away from the topic, who are you? Why do you use the sect master's herbs? What kind of skeleton do you say, you are the skeleton. Have you ever seen a skeleton soaking in water, have you ever seen such a beautiful skeleton?"

Feng Aohan: "I am injured, this is simply a medicine storehouse, I will take this plant." The old sect master has already agreed to me to collect medicine. ”

Girl: "This is not an ordinary herb, this is the fairy elm." ”

Feng Aohan: "I don't use this medicine, and they won't use it." If you don't have it, it's a tyrannical thing!"

The woman's palms ignited with murderous aura and slowly swam to the shore. Feng Aohan put down the reed grass, turned around and ran back to the position of the fairy elm, the soil had already been loosened by him, he pulled it hard, a whole fairy elm broke out of the soil, the moment it was unearthed, the light was leaked, it lost its light in an instant, and it became an ordinary elm, Feng Aohan picked up the elm and ran. The girl in the water pouted and frowned angrily, and she slapped the water with both hands. She had a small bottle hanging around her neck, and she was about to drink the bottle of Chinese herbs. Looking at the figure of Feng Aohan in the distance, the woman put down the bottle, shook her head, and swam towards the deep water.

The wind was blowing under the feet of the wind, and after a while, he returned to the wooden corridor. A kick of mud caused him to fall as he climbed back. The palms of his hands were scratched, blood was out, his hair was messy, and he looked very embarrassed. Feng Aohan walked towards the place where the disciple was staying, and the beautiful scenery along the way caught his eye.

Feng Aohan thought about the old man's words, if he learned the eight cups of tea, he would be able to inherit this place, he was a little excited in his heart. He wondered what the group of people who had taken his mother had come from. Feng Aohan quickened his pace, and he put the fairy elm into the Qiankun gourd.

At the end of the corridor, I saw a cave, the cave was lit with a lantern, the cave was not long, and I walked for more than ten minutes. Out of the cave, a boy of the same height and clothes as a white dove outside the cave was sweeping the stone stairs with a broom.

This little boy looks a little cute. A pair of big grape-like eyes. The boy swept the floor plaintively, his lips white. There are thousands of stone stairs, and the little boy has a sad face and is covered with sweat.

Feng Ao stood on the stone platform outside the cave, he covered his forehead with his palm, and began to look. Before passing through the cave, there are thousands of wooden corridors, and the line is not finished. After passing through the cave, you will be greeted by a valley. The disciple's residence was built in one of the more than a dozen valleys of Yunguyuan. At the bottom of the steps, a small stream encircles the valley, and the disciple's dwelling is hugged by the stream, and from a distance, the disciple's dwelling looks as if it was built on an island. Three bridges connect the valley-bottom island to thousands of stone staircases. The shores of the valley bottom island are covered with blue-purple flowers.

Feng Aohan: "How many valleys are there in the Cloud Bone Abyss?"

At this moment, the little boy suddenly came to Feng Aohan with a broom, and he looked at Feng Aohan with blank eyes.

Xiao Tong: "Brother Aohan, do you have anything to eat, I'm so hungry!"

Feng Aohan: "Who are you, how do you recognize me?"

Xiao Tong: "My name is Thrush, and I am a child adopted by the old sect master. For the past three days, it has been me and the white dove who have taken care of you. You are the honored guest of the old sect master. ”

Feng Aohan: "Doesn't the disciple have anything to eat?"

Thrush: "The disciple lives for three meals a day, and he puts all meals." I offended Mingming, he designed to frame me, and I fell into a trap, so I swept the floor here, and he said when he would come back and when I could eat. Do you have anything to eat?"

Feng Aohan's inner thoughts, it's broken! Mingming's gang was locked in the white pigeon's house by me.

Feng Aohan: "Little brother, let's go!

Thrush: "I'm leaving, if Mingming comes back later, I'll be beaten." At this point, the chef has gone out to buy things bald, and there is no one in the kitchen, and there is no food. ”

Feng Aohan snatched the broom: "Mingming, that kid, can't come back for a while, go!"

The words fell, and the broom was thrown aside. The little thrush obediently followed behind, running and jumping.

On the island, there are dozens of houses. Jet-black tiles, wooden houses. The roads are paved with stones, and chrysanthemums and bamboos are planted on the roadsides. This huge disciple lives in the valley, empty as a wilderness, and the wind and cold can't help but be curious.

Feng Aohan: "In such a big place, why are you alone?"

Thrush "Inner disciples, there are few. In the spring, the inner disciples were the busiest, because they had to prepare for a Ten Thousand Peach Heroes Meeting. Some went to purchase supplies, some went out to cultivate, some went to sell pills, and some cultivated in the abyss. There are still many birds and beasts in this cloud bone abyss, and it can be beneficial to kill those birds and beasts. ”

The thrush leads the way, the two step on the bridge, the stream gurgles, and the jacaranda petals float to the water, and the picture is extremely comfortable. There are some blue-purple nameless flowers and plants planted on the ground. The two of them walked off the small bridge and walked some more distance, passing through several houses until they reached the edge of the island.

On the edge of the island, there is a small clearing. Above the clearing was a chimney house with black tiles, which the thrush said was the kitchen.

In front of the house there is a wooden shelf, and on the shelf is a dustpan and a wooden sieve. The dustpan is stuffed with dried sweet potatoes and other dry goods. Feng Aohan's stomach began to rumble, and he rushed into the kitchen.

There are three stoves and four or five pots in the room. On the table, the vegetable basket is placed with fruits and vegetables, the corner is filled with potatoes, the rice bowl is bottomless, the bowls and chopsticks in the cabinet are all made of copper, the old bacon is hung on the beam, and the garlic bud is hung on the side of the column. Feng Aohan took a large bowl, opened the noodle jar, and filled it with a few scoops of flour.

Thrush walked over to the stovetop, on which there was a cage drawer, and he opened it, and it was empty.

Thrush: "There is no steamed bun left, what shall we eat?"

Feng Aohan: "Some vegetables, there is flour, my brother I give Ru Lu a hand." ”

Thrush "There are some green and red peppers and some pickles on the table, what can you do? The bald uncle went out to buy vegetables, hey." ”

Feng Aohan smiled, took out another large bowl, and filled it with a few scoops of flour. The murderous aura ignited in the palm of his hand, he added water to the powder, the powder turned into dough, and kneaded it vigorously, and the noodles were two. Thrush stepped aside in confusion.

Thrush: "The murderous aura can also be used to cook rice and cook vegetables?"

Feng Aohan: "Murderous aura can be attacked, defensive, of course you can cook and cook!"

Thrush: "I've never seen it before, it's amazing!"

Feng Aohan kneaded the two doughs and set them aside to rise. He washed his hands and took the chili pepper to the door to wash it. The thrush squatted at the water's edge to help wash the vegetables.

Feng Aohan: "Why did the thrush you want to be an immortal killer in the first place?"

Thrush: "I'm an orphan, I've been adopted since I was a child, and I've been asked to learn murderous qi since I was sensible, if I have a choice, I want to be an ordinary small businessman, or do something else, it's too miserable to be an immortal?"

Feng Aohan: "Miserable, what do you mean?"

The thrush touched Feng Aohan's shoulder, and a burst of images was transmitted to his little brain, and he saw some incredible images. Thrush's eyes widened, and he suddenly knelt down in front of Feng Aohan. The chili pepper in Feng Aohan's hand was almost washed away by the current, and he looked at the doll kneeling towards him in surprise.

Feng Aohan: "Get up quickly, what are you doing on my knees?"

Thrush: "I am an unknown person, and I should have been killed a long time ago." If I want to do something wrong in the future, please don't blame me, can I worship you as a teacher?"

Feng Aohan: "How do you know about the future?"