Feng Moxiu was not surprised, he looked at his baby son distressedly, hanging above the dantian with one palm, and the warm spiritual power continued to pass over, and after a while, his eyebrows were raised.

Feng Zhiping is in a coma, he has no control over the internal force, according to the injury, it is fortunate that his internal force does not go violent, but the current situation is that the internal force not only did not go wrong, but continued to help him repair the meridians and heal the internal injuries, the speed of recovery is quite amazing, and the exercises of the Feng family do not have such a miraculous effect.

"It's strange, it's my family's practice, why is it so weird? Could it be Senior Sister?"

After thinking about it, Feng Moxiu denied this conjecture, with his understanding of Han Fengxue, Han Fengxue should not have this means.

Puzzled, Feng Moxiu breathed a sigh of relief and didn't think about it anymore, no matter what the reason, as long as the baby son was fine.

The hanging heart was relaxed, and then he remembered that there were still people around him, turned his head and saw Zhan Qianwu looking at this side nervously, and smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, the injury has stabilized, he is fine." Niece Xian, I've worked hard for you this time, and the stinky boy didn't give you any trouble, right?"

"Back to Master Hou, no, but I gave him a lot of trouble. Zhan Qianwu replied respectfully, muttering in her heart that it was not just trouble, it was a bad fate, and she didn't know how to calculate this bad debt, and she had a headache when she thought about it.

Feng Moxiu was quite surprised, the attitude of this "virtuous niece" was too good, it was like the two of them on the day of the trouble, and after a little thought, it should be because of saving her life, so he didn't care anymore, and said with a smile: "My son, I know that this kid is not bad if he doesn't cause trouble, you don't have to add color to him." ”

As he spoke, he raised his sword finger and stood in front of his chest, and a red ball of light condensed from his fingertips, and slowly floated in front of Zhan Qianwu with a sword finger.

"This is..."

"A little gift. Feng Moxiu said with a smile, "Inside is a little bit of the power of the Chixiao Sword, as well as a little bit of my understanding of the fire of the five elements." I see that your Shenzang initial realm is not stable, and a big battle has injured a lot of vitality, and it will take a lot of time to recover, so I will give it to you, take it back and refine it well, and with your qualifications, it will be completed in less than a month. ”

"This can't work, this is too precious, I can't ask for it!" Zhan Qianwu hurriedly waved his hand.

Don't look at Feng Moxiu's ease, she knows very well that this "little gift" is not small at all, this is the strength of the Red Sword Marquis's natal divine weapon and the experience of making fire, I don't know how many masters will be robbed crazy when put outside, for many people, this is more valuable than the divine weapon blade and the secret of the exercises, and it is a treasure that cannot be exchanged.

At the beginning, she made a big fuss and ruined Feng Moxiu's face, and she never apologized, but today she was saved from dying, so she couldn't accept this generous gift, plus the absurdity with Feng Zhiping, she didn't want to have more relationship with the Feng family.

However, this matter is out of her control, the person Feng Moxiu wants to kill has not missed, and the gift is the same, with a hook of the sword, the light group will not enter her chest and be temporarily sealed near the chest.

"Master Hou!" Zhan Qianwu was anxious.

Feng Moxiu smiled and waved his hand: "Okay, I've already gone in, I can't help it, you have the ability to pull it out yourself." ”

Zhan Qianwu was speechless, looking at Feng Moxiu felt like he was looking at Feng Zhiping, and secretly sighed that they were worthy of being the two of them, and they were exactly the same as playing scoundrels.

"Master Xie. Zhan Qianwu was helpless, so he could only clench his fists and thank him, I have to say that the effect of that fire spiritual power was good, it was warm on his body, and the pain of internal injuries was greatly alleviated.

Feng Moxiu smiled and nodded: "Well, that's right, a little girl with a lot of spirit, why should she learn from those hypocritical poor mothers-in-law, that's not good." ”

Zhan Qianwu's face flushed, knowing that "spirit" should be replaced with "pungent".

Feng Moxiu smiled, and said with a straight face: "I didn't seal it into the sea of qi, you should be clear about your intentions, remember not to worry, and refine it slowly." If you find something conflicting, don't hesitate, just give it up, focus on your own thoughts, and if necessary, it's okay to abandon it all, don't blindly follow and lose your heart. You have to understand that Shenzang is actually a new beginning, and after entering this gate, my generation can be regarded as walking on the road of immortals. This road is not easy to walk, full of twists and turns, everyone walks differently, there is no absolute right and wrong, unless someone succeeds in ascending to the immortal, no one's path must be right, and no one's path must be wrong. Others can only learn from the experience of others, must not blindly follow, blind obedience is equal to not thinking of progress, against the current of the boat does not advance will retreat, do not want to forge ahead will be eliminated sooner or later, you must keep this in mind, do not let my good intentions produce evil consequences. ”

Zhan Qianwu lowered his head and listened, the words of the Sword Marquis were very different from the concept of mentorship in the world.

From ancient times to the present, the most important thing in the inheritance of master and apprentice is the word orthodoxy, the apprentice must do all the master's skills, learn fine, and learn solidly, and then touch the bypass after learning, push the corruption and seek innovation, and carry forward the inheritance to deepen and generalize, but the sword marquis told her to follow her own mind from the beginning, if those stubborn old dogmas hear it, they will definitely scold him for his fallacies and heresies.

The inheritance of the Zhan family is like this, King Zhan can tolerate everything, but when teaching martial arts, he is extremely strict, from martial arts to mental methods, he must be meticulous, and strictly follow the inheritance passed down from generation to generation.

Yes, there are many masters of the Zhan family, and the past generations have been tangible and martial spirits, Zhan Qianwu is the best in her generation, even better than her brother and brother, so that King Zhan often sighs why she is not a man.

But Zhan Qianwu didn't refute it, even if these words were contrary to the creed she had cultivated since childhood, because the person who said this was Feng Moxiu, a martial arts wizard known as the most outstanding martial arts wizard in the past thousand years, and his words were definitely not said casually.

Thinking about his three sons again, needless to say, the eldest and the second are so demonic, even Feng Zhiping, who is not successful, is now so demonic, Zhan Qianwu even feels that he has faintly surpassed his second brother, and he didn't dare to be careless about Feng Moxiu's advice, nodded solemnly, and was humbly taught.

"Yes, the younger generation must remember that I am deeply grateful for the teachings of the seniors!"

Feng Moxiu remembered the rules of King Zhan's mansion, and knew that he had said too much, so he smiled and said no more.

At this time, there was a continuous rumbling sound below, the ground rose and fell violently, and it looked like the sea from a high altitude, and the largest lake had already been a huge wave, and the mountains and trees poured water into the wilderness, like the end of the world, and the strange thing was that in addition to the rumbling sound, I also heard the screams of birds and beasts, but there was no living thing in the eyes, as if hallucinating.

Zhan Qianwu's nervous face turned pale, she was afraid of heights, and she was also troubled by auditory hallucinations.

Seeing this, Feng Moxiu smiled and comforted: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon, feel this breath well, this opportunity is rare." ”

Zhan Qianwu nodded subconsciously, and then asked inexplicably, "What breath?"

"It's something weird that makes you feel weird, auditory hallucinations, hallucinations, you should have felt it once, this time it's just stronger. ”

Following Feng Moxiu's gaze, Zhan Qianwu saw the clam demon half-buried in the soil below, and he was puzzled and puzzled.

"Master Hou, are you saying that there is a bigger clam demon on this island?"

"It's not a clam demon, it's a mirage. Feng Moxiu explained, "What you have encountered is not the Bei Demon, of course, it does have a lot of blood relationship with the Bei Demon Clan, but it is not the Bei Clan, but the Mirage Clan, but I prefer to call them Big Clams." ”

Big clams...

Zhan Qianwu was speechless, and once again secretly sighed that the two of them were the two of them, and they all took such the same titles.

"Master Hou, what is a mirage, why have I never heard of it?"

"Because there are so few of them, less than dragons, have you ever heard of mirages?"

Zhan Qianwu shook his head: "No, I have only heard of the Divine Dragon, which is the legendary Five-clawed Golden Dragon, it is said that the Five-clawed Golden Dragon is the strongest Holy Spirit in the fairy world, more powerful than the immortals." ”

Feng Moxiu said with a smile: "I don't know who is more powerful than the immortal or the five-clawed golden dragon, I only know that the mirage dragon is a mirage, not a five-clawed golden dragon." Legend has it that when chaos first opened, three dragons were born between heaven and earth, one is called candle, which controls night and day, two is mirage, which controls virtual and real dreams, and three is called dragon, which controls the beasts of water and land. ”

"Among the three branches, the five-clawed golden dragon has the most descendants, insects, snakes and beasts on land, fish, shrimp, crab snails in the water, but everything that can be transformed into a dragon is its bloodline descendants, it is the strongest race in the sea of clouds, and it is also the only living dragon clan that can be seen in the world. The second is the mirage, there are many descendants of the mirage, according to legend, all the clams in the world have mirage blood, and the clam is the shell, that is to say, every shell demon in the world has the possibility of transforming into a mirage. It's a pity that these seafood are not angry, since ancient times, there are dragons who have transformed into dragons, none of them have become mirages, at most they have awakened a little of the ancestors' magical powers, and they can drag others into dreams, to put it bluntly, the illusion is more powerful, and there is nothing unusual in addition, in the end, it is not the mouth of other big demons? ”

"What about the Candle Dragon?" Zhan Qianwu asked curiously, she had never heard of these secrets.

Feng Moxiu gloated and smiled: "Candle Dragon, the worst, it is said that there is a single line, and it is estimated that it will be extinct." ”

Zhan Qianwu was speechless, automatically ignoring Feng Moxiu's bad taste, and asked in wonder: "Master Hou, where did you hear this, why have I never heard of it?"

Feng Moxiu knew that Zhan Qianwu suspected him of making it up, so he was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "The Tianzi room in the Tibetan Scripture Building of the Imperial Palace, as well as the Qiankun Pavilion in exchange. This time, I will go back and beg your father to take you to the Tibetan Scripture Building, where there are a lot of interesting things. Forget about Qiankun Pavilion, those teachers looked at the good faces, and their hearts were dark. ”

Zhan Qianwu almost laughed, and by looking at his expression, he knew how much the dignified Sword Marquis had suffered in the Qiankun Pavilion.

"Why are you so interested in these things?" she asked curiously, the Royal Scripture Building, she really couldn't figure out why Feng Moxiu would rather be slaughtered than find Qiankun Pavilion to exchange for these myths and legends that were not even as good as anecdotes and wild history.

Feng Moxiu's face turned straight, and he raised his hand to the sky: "Do you see there?" I'm going there, naturally I have to understand the opponents I may encounter and their details, the more I know, the less likely it is to suffer, and in turn, it will be easier to kill them." ”

Looking at the vast sea of clouds with his hand, Zhan Qianwu's heart was awe-inspiring.

Jianhou is worthy of being a master of the actual combat school refined by blood and fire, very different from the so-called Tianjiao, thinking about what ordinary people don't know, and everything he does is for war gains, no wonder he can defeat the martial soul in the tangible period, this kind of talented and spiritual person is really the most terrifying.

It's a pity that Feng Zhiping was in a daze, if he hadn't fainted, he would definitely have scoffed when he heard these words.

He clearly remembered that when he was a child, the old man often told him a story about a girl with colorful scallops, about a colorful scallop cultivator fell in love with a silly boy, and then a large period of dead and alive rotten bridges, and finally no accident, the two lived happily together, and gave birth to a string of pearl babies every two years, and the speed of prosperity was comparable to that of spring weeds.

The old man also said that when he grew up, he would take him to the sea of clouds to find Miss Caibei, and find two, one for him to be his aunt and the other for him to be his daughter-in-law...