After sending Xu Sanlang away, Chu Feng returned to the room to continue practicing!
For cultivators, time is the most inconspicuous consumable. Chu Feng just circulated the spiritual energy in his body for a big week, and three days passed.
On the fourth day, it was raining outside, and the sound of dripping continued to come in. Everything seemed harmonious and peaceful.
Suddenly, a dazzling purple light appeared on Chu Feng's forehead, as if something had been touched. There was a roar, and golden words fell from the sky. They were chaotic and abnormal. Then, they were quickly arranged, and lines of words and pages of books appeared. Gradually they were organized into books and scrolls...
"Trigger successful"
"Three Thousand Restarts of Taoism"
"Gift - the innate gossip can be known five hundred years in advance and five hundred years in the future. You can also get a glimpse of a secret."
"Gift - Lingmai Bicha, the growth period is short and contains a small amount of spiritual energy."
"Gift - one acre of square field, subspace magic, can retract and release plants, some functions are similar to the spiritual fields of the past, but it has spiritual energy."
The surface of the ancient book, which was like a portal, rippled with light, like water rippled by the breeze. Then, three scrolls appeared, divided into three colors: blue, black and red.
Chu Feng reached out to take it, opened it one by one, spread it on the ground, and looked at it carefully. Apart from the seeds, the Lingmai Bicha was briefly introduced. One acre of square field was a general subspace spell. Chu Feng also learned quickly.
This was Chu Feng's first contact with Xiantian Bagua. He was immersed in it with all his energy, forgetting time and everything around him.
I don't know how long it took, Chu Feng pointed out, and there was a disc wrapped in brilliant colors in front of him. On it was the eye-catching yin and yang fish, and some strange runes, emitting light, constantly changing positions, giving people a very good feeling. mystery.
"Guess where Tiger Erniang is?"
Chu Feng closed his eyes and placed his mind on the disk. His eyes were dim for a while, and there was a vague temple. The name seemed to be called Ghost Temple, but he couldn't see clearly. A slender figure stood motionless in front of the temple.
"Tiger Lady"
Chu Feng recognized the figure at once, but he couldn't make out the name of the temple clearly. It feels like it's right in front of you, yet it seems to be on the horizon. To use an appropriate word to describe it, it's so close to the horizon.
After trying for more than half an hour, his tired forehead was sweating, but with no success, Chu Feng had to give up. Opening his eyes and looking around the room, he realized that Doudou had gone somewhere.
"Is this little guy going to settle a score with Xu Sanlang?"
Chu Feng smiled, opened the door, saw the sunset, and realized that it was already afternoon, the light rain had stopped, and there was a bit of coolness after the rain in the air.
Arriving at a corner of the yard, Chu Feng used his finger as a spear and clicked it a few times. Just like Duan Yu's Six Meridians Divine Sword, he easily poked three holes in the ground and put the seeds of Lingmai Bicha inside.
An astonishing scene happened. The Lingmai Bicha instantly broke out of the soil and revealed its buds.
"Interesting, interesting..."
After smiling, Chu Feng took one of the plants away and placed it in a square field of one acre, then left the yard.
Walking by the small lake surrounded by small trees, Chu Feng moved very quickly, and soon he came to Xu Sanlang's melon field.
It was a place shrouded in green, about forty to fifty acres, and watermelons that were about to mature were looming among the melon vines.
There was a faint sound of humming coming from the wooden house in the center.
The wind blew under Chu Feng's feet, and he crossed the melon field at extremely fast speeds. Suddenly, he encountered a slender rope.
The sound of jingling bells came out, crisp and sweet!
It turned out that there was a copper bell tied to the rope!
The wooden door of the wooden house suddenly opened, and a young man wearing a long black coat that covered his hips, white shorts that fell below his knees, and yellow sunglasses came out carrying a stick.
Such a look made Chu Feng extremely shocked.
As expected of a person with the word "lang" in his name, he dresses so wildly.
"It is you"
Xu Sanlang put the stick back with a puzzled expression on his face, obviously suspecting that Chu Feng had come to steal his watermelon.
"Did you see that little Pekingese?"
Chu Feng asked.
"No, I haven't been here since that day."
Xu Sanlang shook his head and said.
Chu Feng nodded, turned and left, walked a few steps, turned around, pointed out, and a purple light spot flickered into Xu Sanlang's eyebrows.
"Last time you gave Pindao a watermelon, this time Pindao gives you a gift in return."
After more than a minute, Xu Sanlang jumped six feet high and said in surprise: "My mother, it's actually a practiced magic. Sanlang, I'm going to be prosperous!"
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Two miles away, Chu Feng's eyes flashed and he quickly headed towards the courtyard. As he approached the gate, he saw a very delicate paper crane flying over the courtyard wall, holding a leaf of Lingmai Bicha in its mouth.
"It's interesting, come and steal Pindao's things."
Chu Feng chased after him.
After passing through patches of bamboo forests and hillsides for more than thirty miles, the paper crane still had no intention of stopping.
Chu Feng's interest became more and more intense. Unknowingly, he arrived near a railway. The paper crane began to move along the railway. Chu Feng followed behind, walking briskly on the railway track. Every time the soles of his feet touched the railway track, it was like a dragonfly touching water. .
It was getting late, and the sky turned from bright red to dark red. When the train was running, a roar came from behind, and Chu Feng quickly exited the railway track.
After two or three minutes, a long train came. Chu Feng jumped onto the top of the train and sat cross-legged on it.
The train was moving very fast, and Chu Feng's clothes bulged up.
When passing by a pond, the uncle who was fishing in a small boat stared at Chu Feng on top of the train in amazement.
After traveling for more than an hour, it was completely dark. According to the stop sign, we entered City J. The train gradually slowed down and seemed to be approaching the station.
The paper crane suddenly changed direction and flew towards the city. Chu Feng jumped down and followed leisurely in the night.
Arriving at a bamboo forest, the sky was already filled with stars.
Chu Feng entered the bamboo forest and found that there were many tombs inside. The leaves rustled in the night wind. As a well-tested Taoist priest, Chu Feng had no fear of ghosts and other things.
The paper crane stopped on a slightly larger tomb, as if waiting for something.
In order not to alarm the other party, Chu Feng kept a certain distance.
At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, a white figure appeared in front of the tomb, took the leaf from the mouth of the paper crane, and disappeared in a flash.
Chu Feng, who was hiding in the dark, widened his eyes. The back figure just now was very similar to Hu Erniang.
Chu Feng was about to go up to check. On the west side of the bamboo forest, there were roars and thunder and lightning, and there was a vague groan of pain in the clouds, which was a bit familiar.
"Could it be that Ah Qing is overcoming the tribulation!" 89
