Mo Ya looked at His Highness Yueyue fixedly, expecting her to tell this so-called creation. Because of this, she didn't close her eyes all night last night.

There is a custom among the people of Yanzhi that they often refer to their wise daughters as creations.

There is a deep meaning to this. Earlier, Yan knew that the country was surrounded by enemies on all sides, and men often spilled blood on the battlefield, and most of the young and strong men in the country were lost, so the daughter's family was mostly spared the scourge of war. Whoever gives birth to a boy will have a sad face, and if he gives birth to a daughter, he will be beaming, which is called creation.

Then a generation of male lords rose, and the god king of the Northern Regions led the army to shock the Northern Regions, and was finally elected as the leader of the Northern Regions, and reconciled with the Tang Dynasty, so that the people could live and work in peace and contentment.

After that, my daughter's parents grew up and had become accustomed to each other, and the three aunts and six mothers-in-law would explain to the matchmaker, hand over the creation of my family to you, and don't let her be wronged.

Over time, the people of Yanzhi changed the name of creation, which originally meant a girl, to a daughter to be married.

Yueyue thought for a while, and then said: "Actually, I can't even bear this creation, but I just lend it to you, and it can't be regarded as giving it to you." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng was puzzled, what kind of creation can be lent to others?

Yueyue raised her red mouth slightly, and seemed to be really reluctant, thought about it and said: "I know that you have to prepare for the Qingyun List, and you can't be disturbed by the world, there are forty-three halls on the medicine mountain, you can choose at will." This place is quiet and suitable for cultivation, and I sent Mo Ya over to serve you, hoping that you would be kind to her. ”

This is what His Highness said about creation!

For this creation, Zhuo Zangfeng suddenly realized.

Isn't this time just looking for a place to stay? It's really a charcoal in the snow! And with Mo Ya to accompany and take care of chores, that's the icing on the cake.

He hurriedly thanked him, but saw Mo Ya kneeling on the ground, kowtowed, and said, "Princess, don't you want Mo Ya?"

Yueyue thought to herself: "You little girl, you are unhappy on your lips, but you are happy in your heart?" and thought of Mo Ya being smart and clever, although she had taken care of Zhuo Gongzi for a while in the past, she was still a little uncomfortable.

She pulled up Mo Ya, who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "Look at what you said? You will come back after the Qingyun List, how can I be willing to let you give it away? Besides, the customs of the Tang Dynasty are not as good as ours in the Great Yan Kingdom." ”

Only she and Mo Ya could understand this last sentence, but Zhuo Zangfeng couldn't figure it out anyway.

How can this matter still be related to customs?

Mo Ya was really taken aback, but His Royal Highness also gave her a hint of surprise, or expectation.

Yueyue walked to the door of the hall, pointed to the distance and said, "Look at the place with blue bricks and green tiles on the top of the mountain, it is the place where you are going, and that place is quiet. If it weren't for the fact that the shrine doesn't allow men to stay, I wouldn't have let you go that far. The place where Zaligu stayed was the residence of the craftsmen and miscellaneous servants, and it was not suitable for cultivation. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng's gaze looked over Yueyue's shoulder, and he saw a row of houses on the top of the mountain in the distance, towering under the vast cloudy sky, looking majestic.

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Outside the door, facing the cold mountain, a hundred-year-old pine tree grows tenaciously in the stone crevices of scarce soil, and even grows into a towering tree.

Looking back at the bluestone steps at the feet, I don't know how many layers there are, and the gentle slopes on both sides are planted with various medicinal herbs, which are also endless, and I don't know how many acres there are.

Zaligu had already sent his bags, and the clouds were loaded with rice, flour, oil, salt and other daily necessities on his back. Mo Ya happily cleaned up the house in the room, Zhuo Zangfeng looked at it, and felt that there was a taste of happiness permeating his heart.

If you turn around slightly, you can see the towering Zhiwu Shrine, and the vast clouds and smoke floating between the peaks and peaks of the mountains and mountains will appear and disappear from time to time, looking more mysterious as the Asgard Palace.

Descending along the stone steps for a hundred and ten zhang, there is a clear spring flowing down, looking down along the clear spring, the trees and grass on both sides are taller and denser than elsewhere. Even though it is winter, some weeds are still tinged with turquoise color, showing the tenacity of life.

Zaligu brought two buckets, filled them back and forth several times, said goodbye to the two of them, and led the cloud-stepping horses down the mountain.

Zhuo Zangfeng was a little reluctant to give up on this heavenly horse brought back from Yan Zhiguo, but there was a lack of forage on the mountain, so he could only entrust Zhali Gu to take care of it.

Mo Ya's hands and feet were nimble, and soon a cooking smoke rose, and after a while, the smell of food wafted in.

After growing so big, Zhuo Zangfeng sat upright at the dining table for the first time, washed his hands carefully according to Mo Ya's orders, and then picked up chopsticks and ate them violently.

Mo Ya packed up the two rooms, she lived in the east by herself, and the west head was more spacious and left for Zhuo Zangfeng.

The house was cleaned, the bedding was neat, and the cotton inside was freshly replaced, which was the result of an afternoon of Moya's labor. Seeing Zhuo Zangfeng sitting comfortably on the mattress, Mo Ya smiled, closed the doors and windows for him, and left by himself.

Zhuo Zangfeng immediately recited the breathing and qi methods taught by his master. Then after weighing it repeatedly, he finally decided to start controlling the aura according to the Heavenly Sword Sect's cultivation method.

Meng Taixu clearly told him in the letter that after practicing the supreme skill of "forging a thousand swords", he must train in the waterfall for a year, but he was in a hurry to go to the hussar general's mansion and did not completely stabilize the sword yuan in his body, so he resolutely rushed to Chang'an.

Since then, a series of changes have first caused a storm of divorce, and then fell into a state of imbalance between yin and yang. If it weren't for some people with ulterior motives who wanted to harm him halfway and replace the original guards, he would have been blessed by misfortune and found the "Heavenly Dao Divine Pool", and his life would have been lost at this moment.

That day, in the main hall under the Divine Palace, he said that the Master's commentary on "it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes" harmed him, but it was just a drunken remark, but in fact his heart was clear.

The Heavenly Sword Sect's "Heavenly Opportunity Forgetfulness" was that he could only cultivate after training in the waterfall for a year, otherwise his physique, which had no cultivation foundation, and the Sword Yuan that could erupt like a volcano at any time, would be enough to burn him to ashes.

Fortunately, he was still a little clever, knowing that he hadn't spent enough time under the waterfall, and he didn't dare to cultivate in this way.

In all the powerful joints, Meng Taixu has already made it clear that he himself did not obey the orders of the teacher, and he also paid the price of frivolity.

Now he was sitting upright at the head of the bed, carefully cultivating according to the "Heavenly Machine", and he was still a little nervous at first, and even sweat was oozing from his back.

After trying for a moment, he couldn't calm down anyway, the endless night raging outside the window, the cool breeze pouring in through the gaps in the unglued windows, and the long roar of the beasts in the mountains, all made him more irritable.

Could it be that the refining method is wrong? Or is it that his impetuousness affects the flow of breath.

He couldn't feel the vitality between heaven and earth, nor could he detect the sword yuan in his body, so he recited the mantra in vain for a long time, but it was still ineffective.

In the past, under the action of external forces, he could still force the sword element in his body out, why did he become like this at this moment?

Zhuo Zangfeng was puzzled.

In fact, where did he know the subtlety of "Heaven's will". In the past, he could occasionally run the Yuan Qi, but at that time, he was poured into the Dantian Qi Sea by Johnson & Johnson, which was the supreme power of the Sword Yuan, and he couldn't completely control it.

In fact, it is a practice of quick success in practice, just like the return of the dying person.

The vitality escaped with his thoughts, which seemed to be very majestic, but once he triggered some kind of celestial contract, the vitality in his body would immediately disperse into the sky and permeate the entire universe, and at that time he would be like a person who had been drained of his soul.

Originally, Meng Taixu had told him, but how could Zhuo Zangfeng, who was just young and frivolous, understand?

He pondered blankly until late at night, and finally had a bit of a gain that seemed to be understood.

The Heavenly Dao Divine Pool calmed the yin and yang qi in his body, and the qi of the yang in the world did not escape.

Yang energy is the foundation of a person, and if a person loses yang energy, then his life is about to disappear. Whether it was when he was hostile to Yao Zhenyu's subordinates, or when he released the sword yuan in front of Tuiji, it was a sign of the loss of yang energy in his body.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Zangfeng was shocked, regretting that he did not listen to his master's teachings, and was glad that he had found the Heavenly Dao Divine Pool, otherwise although the sword element in the body is strong, there will always be an exhaustion, if it is not restricted, the sword element is lost, then his life will be lost at the same time.

It's no wonder that the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi absorbed during those days of cultivation only stayed in the body for a moment, and disappeared inexplicably before it could be circulated the next day.

I thought that my cultivation speed was twice as fast, or even several times faster, but I was really simple-minded, and I almost missed my life.

Zhuo Zangfeng laughed at himself and thought: I don't dare to go deep in the first practice of "Heaven's will", let's go step by step and play steadily!

After thinking about it, I unfolded the bedding, lay down at will, and soon fell asleep.

PS: After this chapter was written, Zhuo Zangfeng finally paid the price for his youthful frivolity, and he understood a lot.

The later story is even more exciting, how will he perform in the battle for the Qingyun List? Behind the Qingyun List, all kinds of cultivation strengths kill each other, and even the fight of the dynasty, will usher in the first big climax of the book.

I hope that everyone will continue to support and not give up on Mingyue.

If there are no surprises, there may be a shift before 1 p.m., and there is an important update after 9 p.m. Yes, important update.