When Shi Feng came back, it was already dark, and Yuzhou City began to curfew.
The snow stopped, and the watchman took a sip from his waist and took a sip. He rubbed his fingers and walked through the Thirteenth Square in Xicheng. He couldn't even see the shadow of a wild cat on the road, and he didn't even see a small courtyard at the bottom of the alley standing at the top of the wall. silhouette.
The reason why Shi Feng didn't go in immediately was because he saw his junior brother in the courtyard.
I haven't come back for two days, and there is a rough stone table in the courtyard. On it are some things that are commonly used by mortals. Chen He stood by the tree, holding the celadon deep poule with a round mouth and a big belly, changing the water in the fish tank.
It snowed for two days, and even though it was thin, there was barely a white layer on the tiles of the house.
The shadows of the trees in the cold wind and the shimmering light of the snowy night made the young man who was busy working in the courtyard stand tall and handsome.
Chen He held the fish tank carefully with both hands. He wanted to use his spiritual energy to hold the fish tank, but he was afraid to startle the fish. He could only slightly tilt the mouth of the bottle, and pour the fish and water into another slightly larger container, which contained a sieve for medicine. Fine gauze.
This process is extremely slow, and you don't even hear the sound of water.
The water flowed down the wall of the tank, and the fish hidden under the blades involuntarily came down the water to the dish, and only turned upstream when they touched the gauze.
Shi Feng smiled unconsciously.
- Those who comprehend the truth can access the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and make all things feel nothing.
And the magic cultivator will capture the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the way of heaven will not allow it.
The younger brother's cultivation is diligent, and he is a thousand miles a day, so how could Shi Feng be unhappy.
In the courtyard, Chen He put the empty celadon deep pot on the table, raised his head unintentionally, and saw the familiar red shadow, his eyes lit up immediately.
Chen He was still photographing clothes, and in a flash, Shi Feng was already standing in front of him.
"Senior brother, you're back." Chen He was full of curiosity.
The cultivator's market under the jurisdiction of the Heluo faction does not know what to sell, does it set up a stall like a mortal? Or are all things in the mustard seed magic weapon, and everyone stands in a daze in front of the booth, holding the sign
Is there anything to eat at the market? What to buy things with? silver
Do monsters use their bodies to walk around, or do they have to become humans? Will they be stunned, stunned, kidnapped... in short, sold when they appear in the market
-Since senior brother doesn't bring himself, it should be very dangerous.
"Senior brother, are you alright?" Chen He immediately became nervous when he saw that the edges of Shi Feng's sleeves were slightly damaged.
The clothes Shi Feng wore were not cut from mortal fabrics. If you want to damage it, the other party at least used the magic weapon spirit treasure.
Even a master like Senior Brother has to fight at the market. It seems that it is difficult to buy things in the cultivation world.
It's like trying to buy vegetables from Yuzhou City Market on this snowy day. It's fast, ruthless, and accurate, and you have to spend money. Aunt Wang next door just carried back two bundles of cabbage. The only thing she didn't grab was Can I buy pickled cabbage, can it be the same
Chen He silently added an item to his cultivation list: without strength, he couldn't even buy good things at the market.
Of course Shi Feng didn't know that the thoughts in his younger brother's mind ran farther than a wild horse.
He lowered his head and saw Chen He's worried expression, he couldn't help but pat his head: "It's okay, it's common for cultivators to compete."
This understatement reminded Chen He again that it was not easy for Aunt Wang next door to grab the cabbage...
Chen He shook his head, he couldn't imagine what his senior brother looked like. With his senior brother's strength, as soon as he made a move, others would automatically dodge.
"That...Senior brother, are there many Mahayana masters in the cultivation world?"
"Not much, not too little, there are always dozens of them, but half of them live in seclusion all year round." After Shi Feng finished speaking, he saw Chen He's relieved expression, his heart moved, and he touched his junior brother's forehead in a funny way.
It seems that the younger brother is worried about him.
Shi Feng asked the puppet to hold out a bowl, and then threw the mirage bead wrapped in aura into the bowl.
- So this is Chinese cabbage.
Chen He thoughtfully observed the bead that seemed to be smoking white smoke, and then raised his head to look at Shi Feng.
"This is a mirage. The mirage spit out by the mussel demon in the South China Sea changes over the years." Shi Feng was very pleased that Chen He didn't rashly reach out to touch something he didn't know, and he explained patiently, "The mirage can make people see many illusions. , Mirage beads can not only record everything that happens around it, but also record the visions that people who break into the mirage see. In the place where the South Sea Mirage is entrenched, once mortals break in, they will never be able to get out. ."
Chen He blinked, and he saw that there was a circle of spiritual energy around the bead, which firmly wrapped the white smoke.
He suddenly raised his head and said unexpectedly, "Senior brother, I have now learned the method of opening the mind to the profound, so you don't need to re-practice the introductory mind method every day."
"Snapped."
The mirage ball rolled directly on the bottom of the bowl.
Shi Feng's face was sullen and unpredictable: "What did you say?"
"I didn't know it before, but my senior brother told me later that this sect has been practiced beyond recognition by you. Nirvana Destruction of Yuan Gong is so terrifying, even your blood can destroy the vitality of all spirits, and the true essence must be more powerful than blood essence. The masters of the sect have turned their real essence into spiritual energy to help their apprentices practice, senior brother, you—"
"I already said that you and I come from the same source, so what's the hindrance?" Shi Feng's voice was stern.
"It is now, but what about when I first entered the valley?" Chen He's head drooped lower and lower, and the last sentence was as light as snowflakes blown off the eaves by the wind, "When there was no period of nourishing Qi..."
Even if Shi Feng's true essence turned into aura, he could only kill.
The blood dripped on Chen He, because the exercises came from the same source, and it didn't matter, but a six-year-old child still couldn't remember what happened yesterday. At first, he couldn't cultivate himself step by step. Pei Yuan? Others in Black Abyss Valley? No, a spiritual method can only be helped by the same sect, and Shi Feng is the only one left in the Beixuan faction.
There is only one answer.
When Shi Feng needed to use the "true Beixuan sect's aura", he let his true essence enter his dantian, and his meridians were empty, and he re-cultivated his qi - because of the special essence of true essence, the newly trained spiritual qi would eventually be swallowed up, and it could only be used as consumption. Product use.
The cold wind blew snow on the eaves, and the small courtyard was silent.
After a long time, Shi Feng slowly asked, "When did you find out?"
Chen He didn't dare to say a word.
"Let's talk."
"After coming to Yuzhou." Chen He nervously grabbed Shi Feng's sleeve, "Senior brother, I will soon be able to form pills, I will work hard to cultivate, and when I will be like my senior brother in the future—"
"shut up!"
It was the first time that Shi Feng scolded him so harshly, but Chen He instead calmed down and stood steadily with a firm gaze.
"It's not like that." Shi Feng was confused.
The Beixuan School has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and the ancient records have long been lost. But in the past three thousand years, there have also been ancestors who have risen through calamity.
The problem was not with Bei Xuan Gongfa at all, but with Shi Feng himself.
- No matter how much Chen He cultivates, he will never become like Shi Feng.
"I re-cultivate the mind method every day, and I want to find a way to break through. Maybe I can change it back. These new true spiritual powers will disappear soon, and help you practice, isn't it good?"
"Senior brother didn't lie to me?"
"I'm not lying to you." Shi Feng was in a complicated mood and had no choice but to take Chen He, who was standing in a daze, into his arms.
Since the younger brother grew up, except the time he met Liang Qianshan, he had never hugged him like this.
"Mirage beads..." Chen He muttered.
Shi Feng had no choice but to continue to explain: "This bead can only be stored in a special container. It is wrapped in spiritual power not to show it to you, but to let you eat it."
"Eat?" Chen He was startled.
Shi Feng released his arm and motioned Chen He to sit next to him.
"This bead can create hallucinations, so it should be used to practice magic weapons!" Chen He probed, the round bead was full of danger, and it wasn't a sugar ball anyway.
"Yes, eat it, and use the fire in the stone to seal it in the Shentai Zifu!"
Shi Feng tapped Chen He's eyebrows with his finger and said softly, "You will be able to remember every day in the future."
Chen He was stunned.
Fortunately, the bowl was not in his hands, otherwise he would have dropped it.
"Okay, let's eat tonight." Shi Feng tilted his head and looked at a pile of strange New Year sacrificial items on the table, "What is this?"
"...I saw offerings to the God of Wealth, as well as those offering sacrifices to the stove, shouldn't we...that, the Beixuan faction has a patriarch."
Chen He was worried that Shi Feng thought of bad things, so he could only answer evasively.
Shi Feng nodded, did not speak, and led his junior brother into the room.
When the sky was about to dawn, Shi Feng reopened the door and walked into the small courtyard.
When he was not in front of Chen He, he always looked indifferent, and brushed his sleeves, Chen He's door closed silently, and along the gap, he could see Chen He sleeping in the thick bedding, his cheeks flushed.
Shi Feng stood alone and said nothing.
Two days ago, he drove back and forth from Yuzhou to the capital, and even had a fight with Venerable Huanjian.
Although the two sides did not move the truth, the confrontation with the masters who were far superior to the Mahayana period was not a good one.
Shi Feng touched the corners of his eyes tiredly. He believed that Venerable Huanjian couldn't catch him, and he also didn't know if the first master of the magic path still had a wicked trump card. It was not wise to be the enemy of Venerable Huanjian. . Anyway, he just wanted the mirage beads, and the thing was in hand, so there was no need to continue to entangle.
Shi Feng silently walked to the stone table and started sorting out what Chen He bought.
Candlesticks, offerings, incense burners... are all commonly used by mortals, only one tablet is empty, and there is no time to write.
Shi Feng also had no plans to write on it.
He slowly took the red box out of the mustard seed magic weapon and placed it upright in the center of the tablet. After a long silence, Shi Feng took three steps back and bowed deeply.
"The ancestors have knowledge in the upper realm, and Bei Xuan may be absolute. My teacher, Nan Hongzi, was killed by me. Shi Feng is incompetent. I only wish my brother and sister peace."
Then he left the courtyard without looking back.
The author has something to say: The meaning of Shi Feng's prayers is that his apprentice's fate is not suitable for accepting apprentices, so the Beixuan Sect may be extinct—or, maybe it means.
Why is it not suitable to accept apprentices? Shi Feng takes himself as an example