Today is a festive day, the ancestral land of the Feng people in the Wujin River Basin is lit up, the big red happy words, the gongs and drums are continuous, and the red makeup is eighteen miles. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sun was shining three poles, and it was noon, but there was still no couple in sight.

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Zheng Xuan is very busy today, really busy, but he doesn't dare to forget the ten years of practice.

The north of Qinglan Mountain is a cliff, the cliff is high into the sky and reaches hundreds of zhang of the sky, a waterfall is like the Milky Way from the nine heavens to fall into the mortal dust, the gurgling water plays a beautiful music, floating white.

She has a very beautiful name, which is known as the water of heaven and earth by the world, and has flowed into the water of mortal dust since the nine days.

Under the waterfall, a gray-clothed young man stood with his head held high against the huge water pressure, he was cultivating? No, his eyes were squinted, and he looked like he was standing and sleeping...

At this time, a rush of footsteps sounded, and with it, a petite figure appeared on the shore.

"Zheng Xuan!Come here, it's time to go back!!"

Hearing the shout, Zheng Xuan opened his eyes suddenly, and the color of sharp qi flashed, turning into the original blandness, as if it had never appeared.

He is indeed practicing, which is different from ordinary cohesive practice. He was practicing swords, but he was practicing swords without a sword in his hand. Sword practice is not sword cultivation, but entering the Tao with a sword. He practiced the murderous sword, sharpened a sword for ten years, and only wanted to kill with one blow.

As far back as he could remember, a voice in the back of his head told him that he should do it, and he did it, and for ten years, rain or shine, he was here at this hour of every day.

"Haha, the little girl is still so frizzy, how will she get married in the future?"

Zheng Xuan stepped on the stubborn stone under his feet, his body jumped high, and landed on the shore in the air, at first glance, this simple jump actually spanned a distance of nearly ten steps.

"Hmph, it's not your fault! Don't you remember what day it is?" Fengyu pouted, puffed up a bun face, and complained cutely.

Zheng Xuan showed a stupid look, and wanted to reach out to tease this cute little girl, but cowardly stopped his thoughts.

Today is his sixteenth birthday, and it is also a very important day - he is getting married.

The age of marriage at the age of sixteen is very small, but the big clan has the rules of the big clan, so naturally they don't care about these so-called secular words.

Personally, Zheng Xuan is extremely uninterested in this kind of fingertip marriage, and the legendary Fengling, the first beauty of the Qinglan Immortal Sect, was only a quick glance ten years ago, and in the impression it was just a girl with no teeth.

"Got it, got it, like an old woman, go back!"

Alas, with a secret sigh, Zheng Xuan turned around and walked towards the ancestral land of the Feng clan.

Seeing Zheng Xuan's disapproving look, Feng stomped his feet in a tone, it was really the emperor who was not in a hurry, and the eunuch was in a hurry!

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Qinglan Mountain is the first immortal gate in the Wujin River Basin, ten years ago, when the head of the Qinglan Mountain Sect Master Donggong Le Yunyou returned, he happened to meet the five-year-old wind spirit, and saw that it had the momentum of the phoenix dance, and was shocked.

Donggong Le felt that he had a fate with this little guy, so he personally visited him and said that he wanted to accept apprentices. Who is Donggong Le? That is the myth of the entire Qinglan Mountain, and even the entire Wujin River Valley, a figure like an immortal.

Although the Feng clan has its own unique secret arts, the wind spirit does not need to worship the immortal gate to practice. Changing to anyone will not make the Feng clan patriarch waver, but the person who came to the door was Donggong Le.

For a while, the patriarch of the Feng clan hesitated, on the one hand, he wanted to make friends with Donggong Le, but on the other hand, he was reluctant to give up his baby daughter. At the time of the dilemma, it was the five-year-old Feng Ling's immature tone that said a word, which dispelled his doubts.

Now it is still ringing in the ears and being sung by the world.

"There is a phoenix, and the phoenix dances for nine days!"

That's right, if it's a phoenix, it should soar into the sky, soaring straight above the nine heavens, and should not be held on to one place.

It's been ten years, and today is the day of the return of the wind spirits.

This year, he was sixteen and she was fifteen, and she was destined for life from the time she was still in the womb.

The ancestral land of the Feng clan, in the main hall.

Vermilion lacquered red bricks, resplendent gold.

Amber wine, golden foot bottles, wine like springs, guqin trickling, bells dingdong.

A middle-aged man in a brocade dress sits in the first place, and the fifteen-year-old girl on his right hand has a fresh and elegant temperament, a natural noblewoman, and a blue and purple dress all outlines the faint green and revealing mature curves.

"Ling'er, is this really good?" Feng Tian, the patriarch of the Feng Clan, asked with a hesitant expression.

"Naturally, the Heavenly Book Stone records all the Origin Horcruxes, as long as he injects a trace of soul power, he can find out what the awakened Origin Horcruxes are. Doesn't Father want to know?" Feng Ling's gaze was indifferent, and the corners of his mouth were pursed with a vague arc.

The secret hidden by a genius who is even more demonic than that legend will be curious to everyone, even if it is as strong as the patriarch of the Feng Clan.

"Father, it's just an injection of soul power, and it won't hurt him. Can't you make your daughter feel at ease?" Feng Ling frowned slightly, and said with some displeasure.

Hearing this, Feng Tian sighed, that's it. The daughter in front of me is becoming more and more incomprehensible, and the scene ten years ago is as vivid as yesterday. He knew that the Feng Clan in the future would be handed over to the Wind Spirit. That being the case, it is better to go along with her.

"Okay. ”

Feng Tian quietly glanced at the white-haired old man who was sitting on Feng Ling's right hand and never spoke, he couldn't see the other party's cultivation at all.

There are only two possibilities, one is that this person is just an ordinary old man. However, no one would believe that the person who protected the wind spirit from Qinglan Mountain would be an ordinary old man?

Then, there is only the second possibility, this ordinary white-haired old man is even more advanced in cultivation than the patriarch of the Feng clan.

Feng Tian pondered it, and saw a servant hurriedly enter the main hall, and reported that Zheng Xuan had returned.

Feng Ling and Feng Tian glanced at each other and said Cao Cao Cao arrived. The former smiled and handed the Heavenly Book Stone to Feng Tian's hand, and then Lianbu moved lightly, turned around and walked into the back hall and stood behind the screen.

A wisp of incense blew on the face, and it did not disperse for a long time, causing the people in the hall to take a sharp breath of the aroma one after another, and they couldn't take their eyes off it.

When he was young, Zheng Xuan walked in slowly, and when he saw so many people at first glance, he was slightly stunned.

"The virtuous nephew is hardworking, and today he also went to Tianshui to cultivate. Feng Tian pointed to the vacant seat left by the Feng Ling on the right hand side after leaving, motioned for Zheng Xuan to sit down, and said with a smile.

"Shibo has won the award. Zheng Xuan was respectful, not arrogant or impatient.

There seemed to be some more fresh faces in the hall today, although Zheng Xuan didn't remember the names of the major elders of the Feng clan, but in terms of physiognomy, he still recognized them.

Before Zheng Xuan could sit still, suddenly, an inopportune voice sounded, full of hostility.

"Yo, this is the genius who has only been this one person in the past?Awakened the Origin Horcrux at the age of sixteen?I don't think so!" a man in Tsing Yi stood up from his seat and said contemptuously and defiantly provoking Zheng Xuan.

Feng Tian frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied, but he didn't speak, he wanted to see how Zheng Xuan would fight back.

The patriarch of the Feng clan did not speak to his "son-in-law", and the others were naturally silent.

Zheng Xuan squinted, glanced at everyone in the hall, and his mind turned a thousand times. Either it's none of your business, or you're gloating, and today doesn't seem to be as good as you imagined! Or is this a feast?

"Oh, how can I make you feel 'how'?" Zheng Xuan tilted his head and looked at the man in Tsing Yi with a faint expression, as if looking at a clown jumping off the beam.

"Hehe, it is said that you are the only peerless genius worthy of Senior Sister Feng, so naturally you have to show your hands for us to see!"

Senior Sister Feng, Feng Ling, hehe, another idiot who fell under the pomegranate skirt. Zheng Xuan sneered in his heart and glanced at the expressions of everyone in the main hall.

Everyone looked like they were watching a good show, and they all grinned with bad intentions.

Feng Tian never said a word from beginning to end, and if Zheng Xuan didn't understand what was going on, it would be really stupid. Or was it all arranged by Feng Tian? At least he acquiesced!

"What do you want to see?" Zheng Xuan asked silently, pinching his fingers quietly.

"I haven't seen the Origin Horcrux awakened at the age of sixteen, what is it?, why don't you open everyone's eyes today?" the man in Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly.

Hearing this, everyone looked sideways like cats that smelled fishy. All eyes converge here, jealousy, excitement, curiosity. Although it is not explicitly stated, the meaning of the eyes is clear at a glance.

I see, I want to know what the Origin Horcrux is? The afterglow of the corner of Zheng Xuan's eyes swept towards Feng Tian, who seemed to be an outsider above the main seat, and its meaning was self-evident.

Seeing this, Feng Tian restrained his thoughts, and the corners of his mouth hung with a smile that was always there. Knowing it was time for him to come out, he reached out and stroked his beard slowly.

"Since everyone is so interested, you, nephew..."

A cold color flashed in Zheng Xuan's eyes, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he looked at this group of sanctimonious guys lightly.

"What should I do, Shibo?"

"Oh, it's easy, there's a small stone here, as long as you inject soul power. ”

Seeing Zheng Xuan's promise, Feng Tian immediately walked to the main hall with a smile, took out the Tianshu Stone and handed it to Zheng Xuan.

This little stone?

Pure white as jade, the size of a thumb, a thin layer of white mist lingering, the spiritual light flashes and makes people can't take their eyes off, and the slightest warmth spreads, even if it is the width of the two hands.

Zheng Xuan hadn't really seen the Heavenly Book Stone, but he still knew about this legendary thing. The Tianshu stone is the heirloom of the Zheng family, and when he married Feng Ling's fingertips, he used this as a token of love, which is enough to see the greatness of the hand.

At that time, I was envious of many people, and I couldn't wait to get a daughter with my mother-in-law to marry Zheng Xuan.

That was a long, long time ago, time has passed, and prosperity is gone.

Now, except for Zheng Xuan, who has been living in the Feng clan since he was six years old, the rest of the Zheng clan seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

"Good!" said in a nonchalant affirmative voice.

Zheng Xuan stretched out his hand to take the Tianshu Stone, and the soft touch as jade made him feel a sense of kindness, as if this was a part of his own body. I pinched it lightly and shook off the strange thoughts in my head.

At this moment, everyone held their breath and stared at the scene in the field without blinking, their eyes closely following the movements of Zheng Xuan's fingers, for fear of missing a glance.

The wind spirit behind the screen was indifferent, and his little face was slightly dull, with a touch of solemnity. She was also curious about the thousands of Source Horcruxes on the Heavenly Book Stone, which one would light up...

The name of genius is well deserved.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zheng Xuan slowly closed his eyes, his slender fingers pinched the delicate Heavenly Book Stone, and the soul power in his body surged.

With the infusion of soul power, the Tianshu Stone was in silence, like a stone falling into a calm lake, and a dazzling halo flashed in the sky above the hall......

At this moment, everyone stopped breathing, the space froze, time froze, and a pair of eyes were as big as a bull's eye, and their eyes converged on the golden light above the high sky in the hall.

Five huge golden fonts float into the air: Seven Exquisite Hearts!

Looking up at the incomparably vast breath in the sky, five golden characters, the hall was silent, and then the sound of gasping and cooling air sounded twitchingly, and everyone stiffened, as if they were cramping.

"Seven tricks of exquisite heart?"

Everyone's eyes quickly browsed on the Tianshu Stone, from top to bottom, from strong to weak. All the Origin Horcruxes are recorded on the Heavenly Book Stone, and the closer you go, the more powerful they are.

One line, one eye.

Thousands of Origin Horcruxes dazzled and dizzy, but they were happy to look for it.

Two minutes have passed, and I haven't even seen the five words of the Seven Tricks Exquisite Heart.

Suddenly!

"In the last one!"

I don't know how to yell out, everyone's faces froze, and their eyes quickly swept to the last line of last glances.

Five large characters were inscribed on a edge in the corner of the Tianshu Stone, as inconspicuous as abandoned children. If you are not a person with excellent eyesight, nine times out of ten you will simply ignore it.

A line of small print that is difficult to read with the naked eye is hidden at the end.

The heart is the seedling of all things and the root of the changes of the four images.