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Chapter 12 Flying with the Sword

Chapter 12 Flying with a Sword

Zhao Xiaomeng hurriedly took out the foundation-building pill and drank it. In an instant, a huge spiritual energy spread out in her body, swimming among her limbs and bones. The spiritual energy from the outside world was also trying its best to penetrate into her body.

More and more accumulated inside her body, and it seemed to burst, which made her extremely sad.

At this time, Zhenghe Zhenjun's voice shouted in her ears: "Condensate Qi into water!"

Zhao Xiaomeng found a solution, so she endured the pain and tried her best to compress the spiritual energy in her body. At the same time, the Bingxin Jue operated automatically, causing the spiritual energy to wash through the meridians in her body over and over again. Slowly, the spiritual energy in her body became stronger and stronger.

, almost turned into a mist. Zhao Xiaomeng's pain subsided a little, and she took the opportunity to speed up the Ice Heart Art. The increasingly dense spiritual energy finally condensed into the first drop of water! After that, it became much smoother, and the spiritual energy in her body was gradually condensed into water.

state until all spiritual energy is converted.

Zhao Xiaomeng successfully built the foundation.

Zhenghe Zhenjun watched from the side, knowing that she still needed to consolidate her realm, so he did not disturb her and only protected her from the side. He occasionally looked at the situation outside, but he was not lonely.

People in the illusory array outside came and went. Except for a young man who was tenth level of perfection and took away an entry token for Qingyun Sect, the others either died of greed in the mechanism on the far right road, or they gave up because of difficulties.

They retreated in order to seek safety. Except for Zhao Xiaomeng, no one chose the left path. They probably felt that finding someone was a waste of time and the reward was unknown, so the gain outweighed the loss.

Comparing this, Zhenghe Zhenjun loves Zhao Xiaomeng even more. He already regards her as his disciple in his heart and wishes he could let his disciple take her into Qingyun Sect now.

A year goes by in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Xiaomeng opened her eyes and faced Zhenghe Zhenjun's big face.

Zhenghe Zhenjun quickly jumped away and said seriously: "Yes, your realm in the early stage of foundation building has been stable. Little girl, I still don't know your name and age."

"My name is Zhao Xiaomeng, I am twelve years old."

"You have been in seclusion for a year, and you should be thirteen years old now. However, you can be considered a genius in the world of cultivation by building a foundation at the age of thirteen. Xiaomeng, this is an entry token for Qingyun Sect. When you reach cultivation

World, if you want to join the sect, you can consider Qingyun Sect. There are two disciples under my sect. The eldest disciple has cultivated into Yuanying and inherited me Linyuan Peak. The second disciple has also cultivated into Jindan Zhenren when I left this spiritual consciousness.

, they are all kind children, and they will take care of you for my sake."

Zhao Xiaomeng is also grateful to Zhenghe Zhenjun. Although he does not have the title of master and disciple, he has the actual status of master and disciple. And he has received so many benefits before he even started to help him find blood relatives. He is naturally grateful to him in his heart.

She is very close to him and does not treat him as an outsider. As long as the Qingyun Sect is not a particularly bad sect, she will definitely join and complete the relationship between master and disciple.

"good!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Zhenghe Zhenjun was delighted.

At this time, the round little thing also came over. It looked like a fluffy ball, and its bright eyes could barely be seen through the fluff. Zhao Xiaomeng held it in her arms and could touch the two little ones.

There are small fleshy wings and two short legs, and nothing else can be found at all.

Is this a chicken? Really? Zhao Xiaomeng is a little unsure.

Seeing that little thing, Zhenghe Zhenjun's head was covered with black lines. This is really a weird thing among spiritual beasts. It is picky about food and will not eat anything except spiritual fruits and herbs with spiritual energy. Oh, it also eats pills! But the problem is

The elixir is more rare than the spiritual fruit and spiritual grass, isn't it? During this period, he loved the house and the crow, and was afraid that it would starve to death, but he fed it a lot of good things, but it didn't grow much.

Zhao Xiaomeng caught it, carefully put it on her shoulder, and asked: "Senior Zhenghe, what does this chicken eat?"

The little thing jumped a little, jumped on top of Zhao Xiaomeng's head, and settled there. It looked like it was wearing a hat.

"It eats anything with spiritual energy," Zhenghe Zhenjun said angrily.

Zhao Xiaomeng nodded, not picky about food. Anyway, those Zhu Li fruits were of no use to her, and there were still quite a few left, just in time to feed this little thing.

When it was over, Zhao Xiaomeng decided to leave.

Before leaving, Zhenghe Zhenjun gave Zhao Xiaomeng many Peiyuan Pills and Qingyun Pills. Peiyuan Pills are eaten by foundation-building monks and can increase their cultivation and help them practice, while Qingyun Pills can remove erysipelas.

When Zhao Xiaomeng was a qi refining monk, she ate more spiritual fruits and didn't have much erysipelas in her body. It was almost completely eliminated when she was building the foundation. But in the future, if she eats more elixirs, the Qingyun Pill will be of great use.

In her heart, she was even more grateful to Zhenghe Zhenjun. She kept it in her heart and made up her mind to find a blood relative for him. If not, she would also find a way to give birth to his descendant.

Leaving the Quicksand Valley, Zhao Xiaomeng took out a small jasper-colored sword. It was a low-grade magic weapon, befitting her status as a foundation-building monk. She refined it casually, stepped on it and rose to the sky.

As a newbie to learn to wield a sword, Zhao Xiaomeng couldn't grasp the direction and speed well. It took a long time for Xi Huang to adapt to the situation before he could barely control the balance of the flying sword, and then it flew in the direction of Donghua Kingdom like a meteor. Although Zhao Xiaomeng controlled the flying

You can't do whatever you want with the sword, but you can still fly in a straight line without any distractions.

Yu Jian flies extremely fast. It took him a month to get here and only two days to get back.

Zhao Rui was very happy when he saw that his daughter had successfully established the foundation. After accepting the task of finding someone given to him by Zhao Xiaomeng, he contacted the imperial brother and went all out to search. Zhao Xiaomeng decided to go there again.

On Tiantai Mountain, I picked all the ripe spiritual fruits, raised some of them for spiritual beasts, and gave some to my father to help him upgrade. When I had some idea of ​​finding someone, I set off to the world of cultivation.

After all, the spiritual energy in the mortal world is thin, which is not conducive to cultivation.

After staying with Zhao Mo for a few days, Zhao Xiaomeng took a flying sword to Mount Tiantai.

After finding the Zhuli tree by familiar means, the chicken quickly flew over with its little fleshy wings. It pecked the hard skin of a fruit with its pointed beak, sucked it and drank up the juice inside. It was very happy.

He called out "jiji" a few times and then jumped towards another fruit.

"Uh, can you fly?" Zhao Xiaomeng caught up with the chicken and circled it a few times, "Can't chickens fly? How can you fly?"

The chicken had no time to pay attention to her and pounced on the third fruit.

Zhao Xiaomeng still chased it out of curiosity: "Spiritual beasts are indeed extraordinary. By the way, I haven't given you a name since you have been following me for so long. It is convenient to have a name. You are furry, so why not call you Hairball!"

"

"Chichi!" the chicken cried twice, with a clear sense of resistance.

"Is it called Jiji?" the chicken called again.

Zhao Xiaomeng grew up in the countryside. She went to school intermittently for a period of time when she was young. When she was older, the Zhao Mo family did not let her go. Apart from the "Three Character Classic" and "Disciples' Regulations", she never read any books. It was really embarrassing.

It was difficult for her to come up with a name. After thinking about it, she hesitated and asked, "Call it Pom Pom?"

The little chicken couldn't even eat the fruit, so she pecked Zhao Xiaomeng's brow hard and swallowed a drop of blood. At that moment, a blood-red and complicated contract formation suddenly appeared out of thin air, surrounding one person and one beast.

Then it split into two parts and disappeared into the eyebrows of Zhao Xiaomeng and Xiaoji respectively.

Before Zhao Xiaomeng could react, her eyes were dazzled and her forehead felt cold. A proud childish voice sounded in her mind: "You want to call me Mengze."

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