It is quiet late at night, everything is silent, the moonlight is hazy, and only a few fireflies illuminate the scenery and the way back.
By the moonlight, Jingfeng saw a tall and slender figure standing at the entrance of the village. It was none other than Jingfeng's mother, Jing Jieying.
In Jing Feng's memory, although he had never met his father, his mother told him that his father was a monk, and that he died young because he helped the common people when Jing Jieying was pregnant with Jing Feng. At first, Jing Jieying hated her husband for abandoning their mother and son, so Jingfeng took her mother's surname.
As for the identity of Master Jingfeng, her mother only said that he was an old friend of her father's and didn't mention much else. So Jingfeng has been practicing with his master since he was a child. However, every time Jingfeng asked Master about his father, Master would either remain silent or avoid the topic intentionally.
Of course, he, Jing Feng, was by no means a ungrateful person. He knew in his heart that his mother had brought him up all these years, even if he was not afraid of heaven and earth, and disrespected heaven and earth, but Jing Jieying and his master were exceptions.
He saw the figures at the entrance of the village clearly and felt that he had caused trouble for Jing Jieying. He wanted to shout but was too embarrassed to speak, so he finally called "Mother" as loudly as a mosquito.
Jing Jieying also saw him and slowly walked towards him.
She stretched out her hand towards Jingfeng. Jingfeng thought that his mother was angry and wanted to hit him, so he lowered his head and closed his eyes.
Seeing Jing Feng's reaction, Jing Jieying was stunned for a moment, and then looked at him with a gentle expression.
She stood on tiptoe slightly and touched Jingfeng's hair, and asked softly: "Silly boy, are you hungry?"
Jingfeng opened his eyes in confusion and found that his mother was not angry. He suddenly felt a sore nose. Thinking of everything today, he suddenly cried while hugging his mother.
Jing Jieying was hugged tightly by Jing Feng. She knew that Jing Feng had suffered a lot today, so she just gently stroked Jing Feng's back without saying a word.
When Jingfeng had cried enough, he slowly let her go, and she took out a handkerchief to wipe away Jingfeng's tears and nose.
The delicate fragrance of the handkerchief penetrated into her nose, and Jingfeng was so moved that she wanted to cry again. Jing Jieying said quickly: "Okay, if a man tears, he won't shed his tears easily. He won't cry anymore."
Jing Feng nodded, wiped his face, and showed a grin, making Jing Jieying burst into laughter.
"Have you met your master?"
"Well, I asked Master to teach me how to practice. I want to become stronger."
He looked at Jing Jieying and said seriously: "Mom, I will practice hard so that I can protect you well in the future."
Jing Jieying's eyes felt moist for no reason. She felt that Jingfeng had suddenly grown up.
"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Mom will get it for you when you get home."
"Meat! Lamb, beef, any kind of meat will do!"
"Okay, okay, let's go home."
Jingfeng was in a better mood now and entered the village with a jump, like a child.
Jing Jieying followed Jingfeng and looked at Jingfeng with a smile, her eyes full of tenderness.
Jing Jieying didn't change her clothes when she got home. She walked out of the kitchen in civilian clothes and immediately lit a fire to cook.
While she was cutting the meat, she was suddenly stunned. It was incredible to think that she was just a little princess who could reach out for clothes and open her mouth for food. Now she has learned how to cook for others.
She glanced at the scenery sitting in the yard through the window, couldn't help but smile, shook her head and stopped thinking.
Not long after, two bowls of fragrant noodle soup were brought out. They were sprinkled with finely chopped green onions and drizzled with vinegar. The sight of them made people lick their fingers.
The only difference was that Jing Jieying's bowl was filled with noodles and water, while Jingfeng's bowl was filled with thickly sliced beef.
Jingfeng sucked the noodles with big mouthfuls, and the slight chill of the early spring night and the fatigue and grievances of the whole day were diluted by the food. After eating the noodles and taking a few mouthfuls of the hot soup, I felt a sense of happiness.
Jing Jieying looked at the little man in front of her quietly, and suddenly felt that everything she had done was worth it.
"Mom, why don't you eat?"
Jing Feng asked, noticing that Jing Jieying didn't move her chopsticks and her mouth was full of beef.
"Mom, you're not hungry, please eat more."
"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you. I'll give it to you if you're not full."
Jing Jieying suddenly felt that she might be inseparable from this man for most of her life, so she ate the noodles with a smile.
In the evening, Jingfeng applied medicine and was lying on the bed. Thinking that Lian'er's life and death were still uncertain, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He simply got up, put on some clothes and meditated.
Liuyun Continent is extremely vast, with countless practicing sects and clans, and even more cultivators.
Most people practice cultivation in order to transcend the mundane world and become gods. There are also many people who seek fame and profit. After all, cultivators are indeed no different from immortals in the eyes of mortals. There are also people who are dedicated to enlightening the world and practicing hard, but these are in the minority.
Not only the human race, but also among the evil spirits, monsters, monsters, and monsters, there are also many people who have enlightened themselves in the practice of spiritual wisdom. The purpose of practice is similar to that of the human race.
Before ascending to the sky, some great masters of later generations compiled a set of realm divisions of cultivation, which have been passed down to this day.
In addition to the basic body tempering and bone forging, the cultivation levels are specifically divided into seven realms, Xuanquan, Baihui, Tongliu, Si Qi, Tiantong, Renyou, and Taxu.
Of course, there are also mortal warriors who do not practice, but pursue the ultimate in martial arts and prove the Tao through martial arts. Those who have achieved great success are no less inferior to masters of cultivation. According to legend, when a country in the Central Plains was about to fall a hundred years ago, its fate was intercepted by a centipede demon that had practiced cultivation for thousands of years and took advantage of it. A Qianhu of the current dynasty relied on his awe-inspiring righteousness and extreme martial arts to kill several highly skilled ghost guardians under the great demon. In the end, they were unable to defeat the demon and died as martyrs, which is regrettable.
Although Jingfeng has extraordinary talents, has tempered his body for many years, and even discovered magical powers in martial arts, there is still a lot of gap between him and Qianhu.
However, Jingfeng's body is still extremely strong now, and his arms can swing tens of thousands of kilograms of force. He can fight against cave master-level monsters, but the tricks and magic weapons of cultivators outside the mountains are hard to guard against, and he has to think twice. , Jingfeng decided to practice Qi refining.
He took out the Qi Enhancing Powder given by his master, took one, and then sat cross-legged and meditated with his palms facing the sky, squeezing each other with his hands, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, allowing traces of free spiritual energy to settle in his body, and turn it into true energy for his own use. .
The first three realms of Xuanquan, Baihui, and Tongliu are ultimately the process of accumulating spiritual energy. Once the amount of spiritual energy accumulated is in place, and controlled with the help of thoughts, the improvement of the realm will be a matter of course.
As for the speed of cultivation, it is related to each person's talent, physique and even the environment.
What Jingfeng didn't know was that his master had changed the layout of his home a long time ago and set up formations to make the place rich in spiritual energy, allowing him to practice several times faster than others in the future.
Coupled with the effect of Zengqi Powder, he felt that every pore on his body was stretched, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
"Silly boy."
In another room, Jing Jieying rested her hands on the sandalwood table, feeling a large amount of spiritual energy gathering towards Jingfeng's room, and shook her head with a smile.
At this moment, a little mouse with silver hair and scarlet eyes climbed onto the table, stopped at Jing Jieying's hand, and squeaked a few times.
Jing Jieying's face immediately darkened, and after a while she stood up, took off her clothes and put on a black suit.
She came to the side room in the backyard, made a sign with her fingers, and opened an inconspicuous iron box among the debris.
A blue long sword flew out with a "whoosh" and circled around Jing Jieying. Jing Jieying stroked the sword as if caring for her own child, but then pushed it aside.
Jing Jieying walked to the box and saw several magic weapons inside. A yue knife shaped like a short ax with a trailing blade, a Yanyue knife with a long handle engraved with dragon patterns, and a silver three-foot soft sword.
"The golden-patterned ax of Black Peak Old Ghost of the Blood Demon Sect, the Yellow Dragon Moon-Splitting Sword of Di Ying of the Tyrant Sect, and the Wind-Danging Sword of Jiang Xi'er of Luoyun Valley."
Jing Jieying reported her names one by one. If there were any cultivators here, they would definitely be able to tell that these magic weapons were genuine royal weapons, and they were the magic weapons of several senior masters in the world of immortality.
"There is also the ancient water-flushing whip of Gongyang Jitong of the Shiliang sect," Jing Jieying's eyes suddenly became a little cold, "these people all deserved their death."
She took out the three-foot sword from the box, made a finger-like movement on the sword with her left hand, and made a sharp sound with a wave of luck. Finally, the sword swayed a few times, and the slightest crisp sound of the sword was heard. There is residual power.
"Xiao Qing, please go back." Jing Jieying turned around and said to the cyan sword.
The green sword fell in front of Jing Jieying and patted her leg like a spirit, seeming a little aggrieved.
"It's not a big enemy before you take action."
Jing Jieying explained.
After hearing this, the long green sword flew into the box obediently. Jing Jieying made another seal, and the iron box squeaked and was tightly closed again.
Jing Jieying carried the Dangyun Sword and walked out of the room. She stretched out her right hand and pointed two fingers at the sword. The sword seemed to come alive. It came out with a "whoosh" and stopped at Jing Jieying's feet.
Jing Jieying stepped on the sword and immediately rose into the air. She moved her sword finger and flew away with the sword, leaving a streak of light in the night sky.
In the lake not far behind the village, a crab that was larger than a human quietly crawled out of the lake. It stared straight at the stream of light appearing on the horizon and made no move for a long time.
Jing Jieying was now walking with her sword, heading northwest in the direction where Jingfeng went during the day. The howling wind could not be heard without stopping, and it only made the black robe on Jing Jieying's body rustle.
"If you dare to bully my family, I'll see if I don't strip you to pieces!"
