This is the third chapter! I posted three chapters with a total of more than 10,000 words today! Ahem, the weather is hot, there are many mosquitoes, and the cuckoo is so tired that he is panting...... If you think it's good, just collect it.

At the same time, I recommend a friend's book: "Otherworldly Gene Predator", plundering Warcraft genes and copying awesome abilities. The author of this book is a newcomer like Cuckoo, so everyone should also cheer it on.

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In the past two years, Wei Jingzhen has not only simply deduced, but also made quite complicated evidence, and his understanding of the number of nine palaces has also deepened. At first, Wei was shocked to think that the number of the nine palaces was only nine consecutive numbers from one to nine, but when he deduced the five or five return to the yuan, he found that not only from one to nine, but even six to fourteen, the nine consecutive numbers, can also deduce the three three return to the yuan array, for example:

Nine, fourteen, seven

Eight, ten, twelve

XIII, VI, XI

Wei Jingzhen seemed to have found a little trace of the law from it, and at the same time realized that his previous deduction had fallen into a misunderstanding, and he had to discard the stupid method of exhausting the previous deduction of the four or four returns, and overturned all the deductions of the five or five returns, and turned back to re-deduce the three or three returns, and it took two years to finally deduce the five or five returns. At this time, Wei Jingzhen finally realized the fun contained in the number of nine palaces, and also understood why Feng'er liked to fiddle with these pebbles so much.

A pair of cold little hands gently covered Wei Jingzhen's eyes from behind, Wei Jingzhen didn't need to think about it to know who was behind him, but held the weak little hands, and said with a smile: "Feng'er, I have already deduced the return of the five-five." ”

Feng'er playfully wrapped her hand around Wei Jingjing's neck from behind, and whispered in Wei Jingjing's ear: "Brother, your deduction speed is too slow, Feng'er only took half a year to deduce the Five-Five Return." ”

"Of course, my wind is much smarter than my brother. Wei smiled and pulled Feng'er to his side, and found that Feng'er was becoming more and more slender, no longer like the thin and thin appearance two years ago, the whole person was like a bud waiting to be released, and the sickly red on the face had long disappeared, replaced by a ruddy mutton fat in the white skin, the eyebrows were pretty, the phoenix eyes were full of anger, the cherry lips were bright, and the vigor was vigorous, like a bright scenery outlined by a fine brush, where it was like a twelve-year-old girl, and it was clearly a twenty-eight cardamom girl who had just understood the amorous style.

Wei was stunned for a while, and was also photographed by Feng'er's demeanor, and only smiled for a long time before he smiled: "Feng'er, everyone else is cultivating, why are you lazy?"

Feng'er sat on Wei Jing's lap, gently leaned on his shoulder, and explained in a low voice: "Brother, Feng'er is not lazy! Feng'er just felt as if there was an extra self in his body, so he wanted to ask his brother." ”

Wei was startled, could it be that this little girl had already condensed the Yuan Infant? On the Sage Peak of Xituo Mountain, so many highly qualified "Chongtianmen" disciples were able to condense the Yuan Infant from the beginning of the cultivation of the Fa to the condensation of the Yuan Infant, and it was never as fast as Feng'er, and it was only two years to be able to condense the Yuan Infant.

Wei sneered bitterly and said, "Feng'er, my brother can't answer you, my brother hasn't reached your level yet." Then he told Feng'er about the several realms of cultivation, and at the same time he was a little puzzled in his heart, why did he obviously feel that he had broken through in cultivation, but he couldn't condense Yuanying?

Flying against the wind can only be done by reaching the realm of gathering babies, Wei Jingzhen wanted to see if Feng'er had really reached the realm of gathering babies, so he took Feng'er's hand and walked out of the house.

Lulu has often flown out in the past two years, rarely by Wei Jing's side, and I don't know where it went.

The wilderness outside the house is overgrown with weeds, probably because the disciples of the Demon Sect who died here have moistened the land here, the weeds grow very tall, and to a certain extent, they will touch the wind gusts on the periphery, and they will be cut short by the sharp wind blades, so the weeds here grow very flat.

"Feng'er, try to see if you can fly against the wind. Wei Jingzhen let go of Feng'er's little hand and said encouragingly.

Feng'er said with a blank face: "Brother, what is the Wind Flying?"

Wei was also stunned for a moment, then patted his head, and suddenly said, "Yes, you haven't learned the sword trick yet." As he spoke, he told Feng'er how to use the Edgeworth technique.

"Brother, I don't have a sword. Feng'er looked at Wei Jing mischievously with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said narrowly.

Wei Jingzhen had a flying sword on his body, which was given to him by Yuan Xuan when he went to Sage Peak at the beginning of the year. Wei Jingzhen took out a small dagger from his arms, and as soon as the sword trick was displayed, the dagger turned into a long sword, and Wei Jingzhen then handed the long sword to Feng'er's hand.

Feng'er's slender little hand held the long sword and asked in surprise, "Brother, how can this sword become so big?"

Wei was shocked and explained: "This is a flying sword refined by refining weapons, but it is not a sword forged by a mortal blacksmith or a swordsmith, so it can change in size at will with the casting of the magic technique. Seeing that Feng'er couldn't put down this flying sword, Wei smiled and said: "Feng'er, this flying sword was given to me by my deceased mentor, and the refining is not too good, after a while, I will refine a suitable flying sword for you, okay?"

Feng'er was overjoyed and cheered: "Okay, but, brother, is it difficult to refine the weapon? ”

Wei Jingzhen was not very sure, but he still said: "Feng'er, don't worry, what my brother said will do my best." ”

Next, Feng'er used the sword trick and flew very easily. At first, she was afraid that she would fall off the long sword, and only dared to fly on the tip of the weed, but with the mastery of the sword technique, Feng'er became more and more proficient in the sword, and gradually became bolder, and even flew high in the air, so frightened that Wei was so frightened that she hurriedly sent a message to let her fly lower.

Wei Jingzhen was naturally worried that he couldn't fly against the wind, and there was only one flying sword, what if the wind accidentally fell? Although the full moon scimitar was also a magic weapon, it had been destroyed, and it had lost the power of the magic weapon, so it couldn't be controlled at all.

Seeing Feng'er slowly falling to his side with his sword, Wei Jingsheng breathed a sigh of relief, but then saw Feng'er suddenly stand unsteadily in the air and fall down, Wei Jing'er was so frightened that his face turned white, and he immediately opened his arms and rushed towards Feng'er, trying to catch Feng'er.

Feng'er suddenly spun in the air, "fell" straight down, sat down in Wei Jing's outstretched arms, and threw herself into his arms.

Wei was stunned for a moment, how could there be no expected strong momentum from falling from a high altitude?

Feng'er was held by Wei Jing, feeling his warm and broad chest, only to feel that his heart was beating violently, and his face was buried in Wei Jing's arms and said lightly: "Feng'er also just discovered that he can fly against the wind." ”

The movement outside the house attracted the Silver Armor, Water Master, Fire Master, and White Hibiscus who were cultivating. Yinjia's tiny black eyes looked at Feng'er, whose cheeks were flushed and had just left Wei Jing's arms, and then looked at Wei Jingjing, and said strangely: "Master, what is so happy?

Without waiting for Wei to speak, the sailor smiled happily: "Let's go, a few of us shouldn't have come out at all." ”

Wei was stunned but didn't think deeply, and hurriedly said: "It's just a trivial matter to return to the Yuan to push the performance, but in fact, what is worth celebrating is that Feng'er has reached the realm of gathering babies." Then he talked about the several realms of cultivation.

The sailor and the others couldn't help but be shocked by Feng'er's progress, and stepped forward to congratulate them.

Wei was stunned and said to Yinjia: "Yinjia, help me get a few pieces of Yinying ore." ”

As soon as Yinjia heard Wei Jingzhen mention Yinying, he immediately understood: "Master, do you want to refine the weapon?"

"That's right!" Wei looked at Feng'er in surprise and said dotingly: "I'm going to refine a flying sword for Feng'er, and at the same time, I will refine one for each of you, so how many Yinying can you find can get it for me." As for the sword technique, I have refined the flying sword and taught it to you. ”

Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this, and the short claws of the silver armor slapped on the chest, boasting: "Master, you can rest assured about this matter, in the past two years, a lot of silver ore has been condensed around the underground where I have cultivated, and it is estimated that after I have cultivated the Wumen method, the origin of the stone essence has accelerated the transformation of the rock." Master, you wait, I'll go and get you the silver mine. As he spoke, he slipped into the ground.

The afternoon wind mixed with the smell of weeds permeated everyone's surroundings, but everyone's expectant eyes were condensed on Wei Jingjing's body, and Wei Jingjing's eyes were only a huge silver mine in front of him.

"Huh-" A blazing white flame burst out from Wei Jing's hands, in addition to Yinjia and Feng'er, the water master, the fire master, and Bai Furong all opened their mouths in surprise, so Yinjia and Feng'er quietly explained to the three of them, of course, Yinjia knew the most about the "Witch Heavenly Fire", and even Feng'er had to ask Yinjia from time to time, so Yinjia was a little vain at this moment.

Wei Jingying focused all his energy on this piece of Yinying mine, under the high temperature quenching of the "Witch Heavenly Fire", the earthy yellow impurities turned into flowing water, and the silver-gray Yinying slowly softened, everything was just like when he practiced in Tushi Village, as Wei Jingzhen's hands were divided, a large ball of pure Yinying and those impurities were separated, and then the flame that wrapped the impurities ignited, and the impurities evaporated.

Feng'er was so excited that she cheered loudly for Wei Jingying, but Wei Jingzhen knew that the seemingly pure Yinying was not pure, and there were many tiny invisible impurities in it.

Purification, this refining process that had never been practiced before, appeared in front of Wei Jingzhen like a hurdle. Controlling the white flames, Yinying, suspended in the air, began to change shapes. Wei was shocked to know that the heat of the flames in different parts was not the same, and the constant changing shape was to better quench the impurities inside Yinying.

The process of refining lasted for half an hour, and it wasn't until the entire group of silver ying was reduced by a third that Wei Jingzhen intuitively felt that this step should be completed.

The next step of "smelting" is to shape the shape of the flying sword, Wei Jingzhen took the flying sword sent by Yuan Xuan in his hand and watched it repeatedly, remembering every subtle part in his heart.

"Brother, what are you doing with this sword over and over again?" Feng'er stepped forward to help the guard wipe the sweat from his forehead and asked curiously.

Wei Jingzhen's energy at this time was all focused on this sword, and he didn't even look back, and responded: "Refining the flying sword for you according to the appearance of this sword." ”

Feng'er looked at the flying sword in Wei Jingjing's hand, put her face under Wei Jingzhen's eyelid, and asked tentatively: "Brother, Feng'er doesn't like such a narrow flying sword, Feng'er wants to design the appearance of the flying sword by himself, okay?"

"Oh?" Wei turned around, looked at Feng'er's beautiful eyes, and said with a smile: "Okay!" Then he turned his head and asked the rest of the people: "What kind of flying sword do you want, and by the way, tell me the shape." ”