Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

When dealing with Feng Xianru, Xu Yuan actually prefers to use words as therapy rather than simple and straightforward violence.

Since he admires Ai at a young age, let's use that girl to control him.

Unfortunately, this method was too despicable and completely ran counter to Xu Changge's popular personality, so he simply slapped him unconscious as a warning.

As for if Feng Xianru does it again after he leaves, Xu Yuan doesn't plan to interfere too much in this matter if the girl doesn't take the initiative to ask him for help.

Many conflicts between people in the world are caused by unfamiliarity and secret speculation in the heart.

After learning the motive, Xu Yuan's impression of Feng Xianru is actually not bad now.

This young man was using his own way to protect Feng Ziming.

The allure of the Yin-Yang Mysterious Pattern Body is too great. If it is exposed without any background, it will most likely become a double cultivation cauldron.

Even her status as Feng Xianru cannot protect her, because the special characteristics of the Yin Yang Xuan Pattern Body will not dissipate just because of the loss of Chu Ye.

This is somewhat similar to the effect of the Charming Sakura Tree, but has an uncertain time limit.

After the awakening of Tao Yun, it can be used repeatedly until the death of the physique owner.

There are even secret techniques specially created for the Yin-Yang Mysterious Pattern Body to allow it to live as long as possible.

For the sake of the prosperity of the Feng family branch, the Presbyterian Church will most likely choose to sacrifice that girl.

To protect, so be hostile.

Using his lofty status within the clan, he made everyone around him afraid to approach the other party, and then completely expelled him from the clan hall in the name of disgust.

Because only in this way can that girl Feng Ziming be completely out of the sight of the clan elders.

Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at the nine lanterns hanging above his head.

There is a killing formation in the Feng Family Ancestral Temple, but it is aimed at the enemy. For the clan members who come to take the exam, the formations in it are all phantom formations.

The nine bright lanterns on the outside temper the skills and temperament of the tribesmen, while the illusory array in the mourning hall in the middle tests their understanding.

If Feng Ziming can pass the various tests on the road to becoming the head of the family, he may indeed be able to stabilize the dual Dao Yun of the Yin-Yang Mystic Pattern Body, but the problem is that time is too tight.

The Yin Yang Xuan Pattern Body is a very mysterious thing.

No one knows when it will awaken. It may be several years away, but it could also be today.

But why can’t we communicate properly about this kind of thing?

As long as he makes sense, the girl won't be afraid of him.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan turned his eyes, his eyes penetrated the slender corridor, and landed on Feng Xianru's white clothes, and he shook his head imperceptibly.

There is nothing wrong with learning, so I have to learn from the two naughty kings in his family.

Don't push, just do it.

One is in his thirties and still has a cold war with the Little Heavenly Master, while the other is almost ninety and is still a bachelor, holding a sword for the rest of his life.

But this is probably one of the reasons why Xu Yuan feels relieved about Feng Xianru.

This kid seems to be my uncle's fanboy.

The clothes, hair accessories, and even the facial expressions are replicated one-to-one, and they look very much like the star-chasers from the second grade of the previous life.

I just don’t know when this kid saw Feng Jiuxuan.

That uncle, have you ever been back to Qifeng Mountain before?

With blood to open the way, Xu Yuan led the two girls through the corridor unimpeded and entered the mourning hall behind it.

As the three of them stepped in, the wall lamps lit up one after another.

Dozens of spiritual tablets are placed on the heavy stand in the middle of the mourning hall. The spiritual tablets here are all saints and strong men of the Feng family.

Before they sit down and die, they will refine a touch of their original soul into their own spiritual tablets, leaving their own inheritance and test for future generations.

This is one of the foundations of the Feng family.

However, due to the passage of time, most of the spiritual tablets in the mourning hall have become dim. At this time, there are only two palms with flickering lights.

Glancing at the two women beside him, Bai Muxi had already bowed in the direction of the spirit tablet, while Ran Qingmo was still looking around curiously.

After pressing the girl's head and bowing to the mourning hall together, Xu Yuan glared at the big ice lump:

"Elders, be respectful."

After bowing honestly, Ran Qingmo responded in a low voice:

"oh"

Then, after a slight hesitation, she explained in a low voice:

"Xu Yuan. I just heard a voice asking me if I wanted to accept his inheritance."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan was slightly startled, and then glanced at Xiao Bai aside.

Bai Muxi's eyes were confused, it was obvious that she didn't hear.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Yuan chuckled at Ran Qingmo and said:

"This is the inheritance left by the saintly ancestors of the Feng family. When you hear the voice, it must be that a certain deceased saint has taken a fancy to you."

Ran Qingmo blinked his eyes and asked softly:

"But I don't have the blood of the Feng family."

"Anyone who enters this place without triggering the killing array is assumed to be a member of the Feng family."

"Sir...what about mine?"

Bai Muxi raised her slender index finger and pointed at herself.

This is the inheritance of the saints, such an opportunity

Thinking about it, Bai Muxi's beautiful eyes were filled with expectation.

Xu Yuan looked back and glanced up and down:

"you?"

"Um."

"I don't like you."

"." Bai Muxi.

Even if the young master is partial, these dead people are also partial.

Glancing at Xiao Bai, who had a pitiful mouth, Xu Yuan turned his attention to Ran Qingmo with a smile in his eyes.

His direct bloodline didn't receive the message, but Da Bingtuozi received it first.

Fu Yuan Gao is just different.

After thinking for a while, Xu Yuan explained softly:

"The spirit tablet you use to link your mind and soul will pull you into the illusion."

After hearing this, Ran Qingmo remained rooted to the spot, his eyes hesitant.

Looking at each other, everything is clear.

Da Bingtuozi's master is a saint himself. With the teachings of a living saint, why should he accept the inheritance of a dead saint?

With a chuckle, Xu Yuan whispered:

"The inheritance of this ancestral hall itself is a two-way choice process. If you don't want to, then forget it."

Ran Qingmo nodded, bowed deeply to the sixth spiritual card at the bottom, and opened his red lips slightly, as if he was saying something there.

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan received invitations, and there were more than one.

About seven or eight voices sounded in his ears at the same time.

Although his blessing source is low, he is a direct descendant of the Feng family and has an innate Taoist body.

However, he refused them all.

And with his refusal,

There seemed to be a burst of melancholy sighs in the mourning hall.

These ancestors seem to have little time left.

However, they did not force it. The faint light on the surface of the spirit tablet flickered like eyes for a moment, and then fell silent again.

This is the norm in the Feng family ancestral temple.

People from the Feng family who can go deep into this place generally don't need the inheritance of saints, and those who do need it can't get in at all.

Most of the souls left by the Feng family ancestors have quietly disappeared in the long river of time.

Thinking of the girl with the Yin-Yang Xuan Pattern Body outside, Xu Yuan thought for a moment and finally said:

"Ancestors, if you don't wait, maybe other tribesmen will come here soon. Although she is not my direct bloodline, I would like to invite all ancestors to take a look at her then."

The words fell silent, there was no response from the spiritual tablet, and it took a lot of soul to transmit the message. Only a gust of cold wind blew through the huge mourning hall as acquiescence.

After doing this, Xu Yuan slowly walked towards the thick spiritual platform. As he walked, he condensed a bloody dagger.

Xifeng Mountain, Feng Family Secret Ancestral Hall, the secret passage can be opened by staining the thirteenth spiritual card at the end of the ancestral hall with blood.

This was the clue given to him by his grandfather.

Walking around to the spiritual tablet, Xu Yuan raised his left hand to the top of the spiritual tablet, and with the blade in his right hand, he gently opened a blood mark on his palm.

The tingling pain in the palm of his hand spread to his heart, and bright red blood gushed out, gurgling down along the palm lines like a stream.

"Tick tock."

The moment the blood dripped onto the spirit tablet, it submerged into it without any trace.

About ten breaths later, the spirit tablet that had swallowed up a lot of blood suddenly glowed with a burst of white light, as if some kind of mechanism had been activated. White formations spread rapidly from the spirit tablet, spreading like a spider web across the mourning hall. in every corner.

Stopped for a moment,

Accompanied by a thick "bang" sound, a secret door slowly opened on the left side of the entrance to the mourning hall, with a faint light coming out of it.

As consciousness returned, the cold touch of the ground immediately came from the side of his face. It was this coldness that made Feng Xianru immediately realize what had just happened. He bit his lips and teeth and struggled to get up unwillingly.

As soon as he got up, he staggered.

After feeling the strangeness in his body, Feng Xianru quickly checked his meridians, and then his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

He now had pain all over his body but no injuries.

Realizing this, Feng Xianru clenched his fists unconsciously and stared into the depths of the corridor.

A strong feeling of chest tightness gradually spread in my heart.

However, this emotion was not directed at Xu Changge, but at himself.

God's gift.

This is what people around him have said about him since childhood.

When he was a child, Feng Xianru didn't understand the meaning of this evaluation, but as he grew older and watched his peers around him being hampered by non-existent things and unable to make any progress, he gradually understood the meaning of this term. mean.

However, this innate talent did not make him arrogant, but made him feel a lot of pressure.

The envy of his peers, the expectations of his elders, and the praises that lifted him to the sky all made him gradually feel a sense of fear.

He was afraid of disappointing the people around him, afraid of falling from this cloud, and afraid that one day he would also encounter the bottleneck that others said.

He doesn't know what kind of expression he should show when others praise him, and he doesn't know how a true genius should react when faced with provocation from others.

He once tried asking his sister, who was also a genius.

But my sister didn't understand what he said at all.

So he didn't dare to show any of this emotion, so he could only try to imitate his sister and become what others said was the indulgent talent.

He just kept imitating the only genius template around him.

My sister is a gentle person, so he is also a gentle person.

The years when his sister broke through each realm were firmly recorded in his heart, and he then allowed himself to do the same.

If this is the case, he should be able to continue to play the genius that others call him.

This situation lasted until he was ten years old.

It was an ordinary day. As usual, he got up at Mao o'clock and spent a quarter of an hour washing up. He then went to Chaofeng Mountain and continued to breathe and practice until You o'clock in the evening.

But what's unusual is that,

That day he met a middle-aged man on Chaofeng Mountain.

After dispersing his skills and opening his eyes, Feng Xianru saw him.

He stood quietly and looked at him with an expressionless expression, and there was a hint of sigh in his narrow eyes.

This look made Feng Xianru feel a little uncomfortable, but as a genius, he shouldn't care about it, so he smiled and greeted the other party.

Feng Xianru thought he had done a good job, but after hearing this, the man kicked him off the top of the mountain.

There is no ability to resist.

However, Feng Xianru was absolutely sure that the other party would save him, because he saw the Feng family emblem on the other party's white clothes.

The other party is from the Feng family, and since he is a genius of the Feng family, he will definitely save him.

Thoughts flashed through,

Then, he broke his leg.

The cliff was very high, and his cultivation was not enough to offset such a huge impact, so he was thrown into an inverted figure.

Looking at the terrifying torso and the heartbreaking pain coming from somewhere, Feng Xianru felt an emotion called fear in his heart for the first time.

But genius cannot cry.

So he held back.

He forced himself to calm down and think about the reason, but Feng Xianru didn't understand why the man did what he did.

But soon, Feng Xianru realized that he had no time to think about these things.

As the sun sets over the western mountains, the mist shrouding Xifeng Mountain has quietly emerged in the forest, and the sounds of beasts in the mountains and forests can be faintly heard.

die.

This word suddenly flashed through his mind.

This place is so remote that no one comes at all, and the smell of blood on his broken leg will undoubtedly attract monsters.

Feng Xianru's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, but he still managed to stay calm.

He is a genius, so if he doesn't come back for a long time, there will definitely be people from his tribe coming to visit him.

This became his life-saving straw.

But as the night completely fell, Feng Xianru could no longer control his emotions when he heard the rustling sounds coming from the dark jungle.

He tried calling a few times, but there was no response.

Because his leg was completely broken, in panic, he grabbed the sudden change with his delicate little hands and climbed towards the cliff where he thought he was safe. His tears couldn't stop falling down.

He didn't know where he offended that man.

He just said hello normally, but he actually wanted to kill him.

Why.

He doesn't understand.

Amidst the rustling sounds of the forest, he finally climbed to the bottom of the cliff.

Spend the first night curled up.

Then the second day, the third day, the fourth day

No one came to save him.

Due to the strong physical quality brought about by the Soul Condensation Realm, although the bleeding from his broken leg has stopped, the continuous flow of vitality in his body cannot be stopped.

Feeling that he was constantly weakening, panic and fear turned into anger and resentment gradually rising in his heart.

But he couldn't move.

He could only scratch the cliff with his fingers, venting the panic in his heart.

If he could go back alive, he would definitely kill that man regardless of that bullshit genius name!

And in this despair, a slight change quietly happened.

Feng Xianru kept digging at the cliff with his fingertips, and as the blood seeped out accumulated, a mysterious energy wave suddenly started.

At that moment,

The child, who had been wandering on the edge of life and death for several days, suddenly understood what the man meant.