Joyful all the way, frolicking all the way, the atmosphere on the dragon's back was a lot more lively because of Xiao Cong's awakening, Ouyang was stupid, Xingliuyun played treasure, Xiao Cong was, Yu Wenfeng was ruthlessly ridiculed from time to time, but Leng Xiaofeng, who had always had no taboos, was inexplicably quieter at this time.

A starry sky hangs down, the four ancient beasts are walking at a fast pace, on the back of the dragon, several teenagers have already fallen asleep, they are all four up and eight forks in different shapes, Ouyang Xun's mouth has a string of halas, the sleeping posture is a big character, Leng Xiaofeng curled his legs and lying on his side like a bow, Yuwenfeng is holding his Xiaoyue, straight and straight like a crooked wood carving, Xingliuyun hugged Xiao Cong, who dreamed from time to time, quietly looked at Leng Xiaofeng, who was sleeping not far away, slightly lifted the corners of his mouth, grinned bitterly, and then sighed quietly.

Nothing was said all night.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning hit the earth, reflected on the quaint bookcase through the window, Xiao Cong woke up from a sound sleep, his eyes were worried, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, looked around, and didn't know when he returned to the holy city.

After a simple wash, Xiao Cong came to the hall and saw Steward Qin standing at the door waiting respectfully, and Steward Qin bowed his hand:

"Fourth Young Master, you're awake. ”

"Well," Xiao Cong smiled and nodded, "Uncle Qin, when did I come back?"

Although he is the fourth young master of the Xiao family, he has always been courteous to this elegant and polite person, and he knows that his father can have today, and the person in front of him has made great contributions.

"The fourth young master came back in the early hours of this morning, and I saw that the young master was sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake up. ”

"Oh," Xiao Cong lowered his head with a flat mouth and muttered, "How could I sleep for so long......"

According to his habit, before the sun rises, he must go to the highest place nearby to absorb the purple qi from the east, but today, it is ......

"Could it be because you've been with them for too long?"

He asked himself that on the path of cultivation, he had always been self-reliant and rigorous, and he would not allow him to make a mistake easily, because he knew that cultivation was not only a process of improving his cultivation, but also a process of improving his state of mind.

Steward Qin looked at Xiao Cong's thoughtful appearance and smiled, this person with a seven-trick exquisite heart, I am afraid that he has guessed Xiao Cong's thoughts, he said with a smile:

"Senior Tiandu said that you had used spiritual fluid to refine your body before, and now your body is recovering, and I tell you to take care of it. ”

A smart person is a smart person, and he never speaks too thoroughly, hazy, and vaguely, which seems to be more flavorful.

Xiao Cong nodded when he heard this, and said as he walked:

"Uncle Qin, what's important today?"

"Back to the fourth young master, there is nothing important today. ”

"Is there a place to practice around here?"

"The west wing of the post station is one, if the fourth young master doesn't dislike it, I will immediately send someone to clean it up. ”

"Then there's Uncle Lao Qin. ”

"Fourth Young Master, what are you talking about, this is the duty of a slave. ”

Steward Qin accompanied Xiao Cong to the front of the inner hall, stopped, and bowed again.

"If the fourth young master has nothing else to do, then the slave will retreat first. ”

Xiao Cong returned the salute,

"Goodbye, Uncle Qin. ”

Steward Qin paced away, Xiao Cong walked into the inner hall, sat down on the chair in front of the hall, put his hands on the armrests naturally, tapped the armrests of the rosewood with his middle fingers, closed his eyes and meditated, gradually entered the realm of meditation, and silently recited the "Ice Heart Formula" in his heart, this is the method that Tiandao Weng taught him back then, as long as the mind is quiet and the soul is natural, he can resonate with the void, and then continue to absorb the various heaven and earth qi around him to replenish his body while purifying his spirit, and get twice the result with half the effort. Although for the cultivation of monks, the aura absorbed is really not enough to worry about, but it has great benefits for the cultivation of the mind, and listening to the Heavenly Dao Weng, with the improvement of the state of mind, the rate of absorbing the aura will also accelerate, and the practice to the extreme can be transcendent, the key is that this kind of cultivation is relatively safe.

When Xiao Cong's fingers stopped tapping up and down, it proved that he had entered the country.

After a short time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then, a rhythmic knock sounded, Xiao Cong woke up from his meditative state, stood up and walked out of the door, Steward Qin stood in front of the door, saw Xiao Cong walk out, and saluted:

"Fourth Young Master, the West Wing has been cleaned up. ”

"Thank you, Uncle Qin, then I'll leave it to you first. ”

"Yes, Fourth Young Master. ”

Xiao Cong crossed the threshold, walked down the steps, and heard Steward Qin say behind him:

"Fourth Young Master, you are good to go. ”

He couldn't help but grin bitterly, somehow, every time he was alone with Steward Qin, he always felt a little wrong.

He walked into the west wing of the post station, took a brief look, and felt very satisfied, thinking that Steward Qin's work was proper, not only the efficiency was fast, but also the quality was not bad.

"No wonder Dad, his old man became the patriarch so easily!"

Looking at the spotless wing room, as well as all kinds of weapons on the shelves, Xiao Cong nodded slightly, because of the previous opportunity, his body has been greatly benefited, but he always feels that this body is too much stronger than before, it seems that he is always a little powerless, because he is not yet familiar with this sudden power, so he must think of ways to coordinate his spirit with this body, so he can't help but think of practicing martial arts.

This time, he was once again glad that he could meet such a reasonable and prepared master as Tiandao Weng in this life, and he was able to steal from the Bai family, read so many scriptures, and knew a little bit about various cultivation methods.

Dao cultivation and cultivation of gods, martial cultivation of self-cultivation, true cultivation of qi, Xuan cultivation of weapons, martial cultivators' ultimate physical body King Kong is not bad, immortal cultivators are ultimate Yuan Shen transcendent from nature, true cultivators are extremely sensitive, and Xuan cultivators are extremely integrated with the instrument, but all four are ultimately the same purpose - to override the law of all things with their own strength.

Xiao Cong can be regarded as half martial arts and half immortal cultivation, he has been the true inheritance of the immortal cultivator Tiandao Weng since he was a child, and he has also studied various techniques by himself, so he thinks that it is okay to fit this body in a short time.

Approaching the iron platform, he pulled out a Fang Tian Painting Halberd, which was one of his favorite long weapons.

The halberd pointed obliquely at the sky and shook it vigorously, but when he heard a buzzing sound, he shattered the silence of the garden, he smiled slightly, and sighed in his heart,

"Isn't that a little bit more powerful. ”

According to the footwork and figure in his memory, Xiao Cong began to swing and move in the garden, his movements were very slow, because he could not retract and release freely, so many movements were not particularly in place, he had to concentrate and strive to be meticulous in every movement.

Slowly, his movements began to speed up, and a seemingly non-existent cyclone gradually formed around his body, and a dark blue ground also faintly emerged from the tip of the halberd.

Two hours later, Xiao Cong's body came to an abrupt halt, and without warning, the cyclone that had been surrounding his body suddenly split into several sections and scattered.

"Bang!"

The doors and windows of the west wing were broken in response.