Fu Qingfeng was chopping wood.

His job was to build a wooden house as a reward.

Shi Ming lazily looked at Fu Qingfeng, who was sweating like rain, with a hoe, and shook his head: "Boy, although I don't know where you are studying, it must be a sword cultivation. ”

"But cultivators like you, I have seen a lot, they are like you, they have such and such a physique, they are still used to the use of additional spiritual power, they can't use much physique all day long, and when they need it, they beg grandpa to tell grandma."

Fu Qingfeng stopped the axe in his hand, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and looked relieved.

This honest-looking monk, he can't see through it.

smiled and said, "Thanks for the advice, this guidance shouldn't cost money, right?" ”

Shi Ming's face was black, he thought it was a rich boy, and hurried to the other party's room, but he didn't get a penny.

turned around and waved his hand fiercely: "I've given you for nothing!" ”

Fu Qingfeng watched the hoe being dragged away, and asked from afar: "Master, aren't you curious?" ”

Shi Ming didn't reply: "You call me master, why am I curious?" The master should maintain a cold attitude towards a rookie boy like you, and you must pretend to know everything to be worthy of the name of the master. ”

Fu Qingfeng smiled, this unserious monk really doesn't look like a monk.

He is still vigilant in his heart, and he has already learned how powerful it is, so it seems that he has to quickly learn some methods to hide his breath.

He turned his head to look at the mountains of firewood and the foundation that had only been laid in the morning, and sighed.

I still have to work hard......

Converge the aura and swing the axe purely with the flesh.

Sword intent, sword body......

The wood parted in response, followed by the next ......

The faster he splits, the more clever he becomes!

At first, it was always a matter of splitting the iron plate at the bottom.

Gradually, the number of iron plate replacements decreased.....

By the time Fu Qingfeng finished chopping wood, he had already been able to achieve the point where the axe passed without a trace, and the wood was divided in half.

Wiping his sweat, the sun was already setting in the west.

The axe in his hand seems to have spirituality, and he moves as he pleases, but it is a little incongruous.

smiled, this sword body sword intent, really use anything as a sword.

Looking at the twilight, Fu Qingfeng piled up the stack of firewood, turned around and walked towards his small room in the temple.

Shi Ming slowly walked out from behind the pyre, staring at the direction Fu Qingfeng left:

"Talent, but secondly, this kind of mind, only rare, talent and perseverance, achievements are limitless, but unfortunately the evil spirit is too heavy, no wonder, with such a practice still flowing here, it must have gone through a lot of torture......"

"You have to think of a way to enlighten you, otherwise you will harm others and yourself, and sooner or later it will cause a big disaster."

"I, the heart of the world, why can't I control it so much......"

As the night deepened, the monks finished their work and practiced and gradually fell asleep.

Fu Qingfeng's divine sense is strong, not comparable to these mortal monks, although he cannot exist independently from the body, but it is no problem to keep his spirit awake for a long time.

Fu Qingfeng walked out of the room and came to the grove, he was ready to take a look at the current situation.

For the time being, he has only learned the exercises, and he has just started, but he has transformed into a heavy heaven, but how fast his cultivation speed is, he is a top-level exercise and a top-level Dao rhyme, or the cultivation he has already had, and he will not even need to use it for a year to return to Feiyun.

Calm down, and the functions of the fire come to mind one by one:

Status Table: View your status and some item information

Imaginary space: storage space, the exact size of which is not yet detectable.

Exercise Library: Records thousands of exercises.

Divine Passage Library: Records all kinds of immortal magic and magic powers.

Vientiane Record: Record the secrets and anecdotes of the heavens, and gain understanding.

Between the Taseka Truths: Records the strange magic weapon making, as well as the method of making the magic weapon of the monks today, as well as the various knowledge of Tasekka.

The rest of the list of functions was gloomy, as if it was locked, Fu Qingfeng tried to click with his spirit, and the tinder popped up, "Insufficient authority or energy level." ".

The above functions are all available to him, but the Divine Passage Method is all top-level, and he can only practice if he has at least transformed into the Five Heavens, and he has no place and materials for the manufacture of magic weapons, so he will not consider it for the time being.

sighed, began to cultivate honestly, kept exhaling the aura, picked up the wooden sword that was sharpened when chopping wood, and repeatedly copied the sword intent of the female sword immortal.

The moon shadow swayed, and the peach tree quietly watched the man dancing with a sword.

From the beginning of the rapid swing, to the slow gentle slash, stab, sweep.

The speed is getting slower and slower, but the wind is getting louder and louder!

Fu Qingfeng's forehead oozed a drop of cold sweat!

The sword in his hand, as if there was an incomparable pressure, forced it to fall!

That sword immortal's sword intent, with his realm, is far from being enough to exert it!

The peach branches are dying, the peach blossoms are scorching, and they are dancing.

Fu Qingfeng was still gritting his teeth and insisting, but the sword in his hand suddenly broke into two.

The weak sword body can't allow it to withstand such a sword aura and such a sword intent!

Fu Qingfeng dropped the wooden sword that had been broken in two, returned to the room, and pulled one out of the cabinet.

The sword shadows were intertwined, and the moonlight was muddy by the sword light.

The bright silver moon, volatilizing with boundless silver brilliance, its repeated cloudy and sunny days, how to taste the joys and sorrows of the world?

Day and night change, young people practice swords day and night, chopping wood to build houses to practice swords, and practicing swords in the quiet night, just like when he entered the Qingyun Sect and practiced all night.

Ten days passed, and the weak peach tree seemed to be moistened by sweat and grew a lot.

Fu Qingfeng's cultivation has come to the Fifth Heaven of Transformation, and the house has been built.

He's going to leave today.

He had been cultivating all morning and morning, preparing to say goodbye to Shakti in the evening when there were few people.

In the huge temple, Shi Ming sat alone, the mallet in his hand rested on top of the wooden fish, but the whole room seemed to be shrouded in Sanskrit sounds.

Without looking back, he said, "Are you ready to go?" ”

Fu Qingfeng looked at his back, remembered the experience of these days, and was also a little nostalgic, and said softly: "Yes." ”

Shi Ming was silent for a moment and said: "If you have anything to say, just say it now, you may not have a chance in the future."

Fu Qingfeng scratched his head and asked, "How could a master like you come to this place?" Be a wild monk? ”

Shi Ming lowered his head and knocked on the wooden fish, and the crisp sound echoed: "My temple is not in line with my philosophy, and I can't stand their stinky temper of not asking about the world, so I ran out alone and rescued you guys in distress every day." Many bad people were influenced, and the surrounding demon beasts did not dare to invade the village below. ”

"The villagers below built this broken temple for me, and I accepted it, and it was not bad to help the Buddha collect some incense."

Fu Qingfeng was silent, this relieved monk obviously had an unknown past, and his great wisdom surpassed those stupid monks who didn't care about the world.

It took a long time for Fu Qingfeng to speak: "I still want to know about the nearby forces and sects."

"Little Fog State, a remote and wild place, what big power can there be? There are only a few small dynasties, and there are some small sects, so listen to ......."

Fu Qingfeng thanked him and saluted, turned around and wanted to leave

Shi Ming suddenly turned to look at him, and said: "You still have a great hatred in your heart, although you don't say it, but I practice Buddhism, I have his heart, and I can vaguely feel your monstrous resentment, I know that you must have experienced some painful things, let you let go, of course, it is self-deception." ”

"But I hope you don't do anything to harm the people, at least don't harm the common people, this is my last hope for you, your future achievements are limitless, but if you continue like this, once you complete your revenge, your goal will become empty, and your path will end there."

"Think about it, don't obscure all your goals for revenge, this is just a small station in your life, the boundless avenue of the flower world, wonderful, how can you bury your life for such a thing?"

Fu Qingfeng paused, didn't speak, turned around and left.

There was a crisp sound of wooden fish tapping behind him, followed by a long sigh: "Amitabha." ”

The night was deep, the moon was full, and the little peach tree, swaying, seemed to say goodbye to him.

Fu Qingfeng did not go down the mountain, but came to the top of the mountain, and before leaving, he was ready to take a look at the world at this highest place.

As Shakti said, this is a remote and wild place, the aura is thin, there are no aura plants, and the top of the mountain is not prosperous, but a barren place.

The moonlight overflowed the hills, and the mandrill hare was disturbed by Fu Qingfeng's sword qi, and did not dare to approach and disturb.

Fu Qingfeng looked down, and at the foot of the mountain was the beginning of the lanterns, and the fireworks were in the world.

Looking up at the sky, the sky is a bright moon hanging high and the stars are twinkling.

Open your hands, take in the mountains, and the stars into your arms.

Fu Qingfeng laughed:

"Little King Lijiang, how can you stop me from my life? Three Thousand Great Avenues, Nine Heavens and Six Domains, is my goal!"