Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 71 A title that cannot be spoken

"There's something I've been wondering about for a long time."

Shuangxue sat cross-legged on the stone, taking the broken fishing rod and rummaging through the firewood under the campfire.

"A-Qi and the Feng family don't look alike at all."

"What do you want to say, Master?" Bian Qi stared at the roast goose on the fire without blinking, without looking back.

He has been craving for a goose that can draw Qi into his body without any guidance.

Who says that practitioners can’t have the desire to eat and drink? It’s all wrong and wrong. If you can eat, why not eat if you have the conditions?

As soon as King Goose left, the master and apprentice stretched out their claws towards Little Goose, and the air was filled with joy.

"I mean, they haven't thought about finding Aqi's biological parents?"

A child of unknown origin suddenly appeared in their family's dangerous land. Not only did the Feng family not find it strange, they also directly dragged the child into the family tree. Everything looked wrong!

"Why should we give up our children to others?"

Bian Qi raised his head and looked at his master with eyes full of the feeling that something was wrong with you.

"Homemade?"

"If you pick it up based on your ability, of course it belongs to you."

Shuangxue felt like her face was twitching. Even though he was used to being glib and talkative, he didn't know how to refute for a moment when he was so shameless and serious about his superiors.

"What's the difference between this and forcibly snatching a child?" He was really puzzled. He probably didn't dare to write it like this in his script.

"Of course there is a difference."

"Cause and fate is not a single line. Some things are already destined before we meet."

Bian Qi said it was a matter of course, and he did not forget to turn the roast goose over.

"Sometimes the determination of kinship is not based on blood, but on responsibility. This is the rule of Tianxiao Realm."

Shuangxue was thoughtful and whispered: "Rules?"

"Yes, the rules can also be said to be rules set by heaven."

"As long as the rules allow it, stones will blossom and dead people can speak." Bian Qi said in a relaxed and calm manner, with a look in his eyes, "That's what the elder brother said."

"What will happen if Ah Qi's parents and relatives come to visit him in the future?"

"Master, if you say this, it's best not to let them know." Hearing this, Bian Qi smiled and said, "The rules are correct, but in this world, how can there be unreasonable love and hate?"

The Qishanbian clan has been on good terms with Tong Gong since ancient times and knows far more secrets that belong to Tong Gong than the world. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, then quickly looked away.

In the main hall, under the pile of files forming a small mountain, two little moon foxes were writing furiously without daring to stop for a moment.

"You didn't send them back on purpose, right?" Bian Qi asked suspiciously.

"It was just an accident, and the crime will not lead to death."

Shuangxue let out a haha ​​and exhaled, and the skin of the roast goose was suddenly covered with a thin layer of frost, which would not melt under the licks of the golden tongue of fire.

Thinking of someone's bad temper, if nothing unexpected happened, the two moon foxes might not get any good results. Shuangxue felt that she was not only kind, but also very foresighted.

It's not that he doesn't want to deal with those files filled with trivial matters, really.

"I heard Feng Yin calling A Fei Hui Hui. Why is that?"

"Feng Jin, that's the name given to her by Tong Palace." Bian Qi raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, rubbing them vigorously, as if he had thought of something helpless.

Sheng Fei didn't like that name, it was obvious.

She was never even willing to use more affectionate terms for their "relatives".

Across from Zheng, Feng Xian, the younger brother, calls his elder brother Feng Yin by her first name, and like everyone else, calls his elder sister Feng Niang.

To Bian Qi, he calls him by his first name on weekdays, senior brother when something goes wrong, and nephew when he gets into trouble.

The night was sinking, the bright moon was hanging high, and a pure white chariot with a blue tower pattern was parked outside the gate of Yunxiao Auction House.

Sheng Fei was led out of the auction house in a daze, and then put into the carriage in a daze, huddled in a corner.

What everyone in the audience said before was so confusing that she didn't understand anything and even felt drowsy after listening to it.

When he reacted, there was already a big bright yellow crystal ball in his arms.

Bai Wei sat on the seat by the window without saying a word, and the white cat immediately jumped into her arms.

Sheng Fei hugged the crystal ball tightly and quietly raised his eyes. The young man beside him had a gloomy face and pursed his thin lips tightly.

The chariot was slowly moving towards the center of Yunxiao City. Noticing Xiaotuanzi's inspection, Yan's face brightened slightly and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

That's all, there will be gains and losses, don't be too greedy.

He touched Sheng Fei's head with a soft voice.

"Do you like this, Huihui?"

Sheng Fei nodded repeatedly and hugged the crystal ball holding the isolated island tighter, feeling the fear in his heart go away.

"Even if you are the next tower owner chosen by your husband and the tower owner, the rules of the tower are still unbreakable."

"For the seven Qingyun Tokens given out this time, Cui paid two for you, and the same goes for Huaying Pavilion. You have to find a way to earn the remaining three on your own."

Bai Wei looked at Yan, his voice was cold and calm, and his words were as ruthless as a knife.

"And as a deal, you have to protect the three disciples of Fairy Furong after entering the Western Wilderness until they find the entrance to the secret realm of their own."

"This shouldn't be difficult for you."

Professor Cui Shan's words were concise and concise, and his tone was full of unquestionable meaning.

"Meow meow meow, meow meow, meow meow."

The white cat Aruo still didn't dare to speak. Yan Ye strangely understood the sarcasm in its eyes and pondered for a while.

The Qingyun Secret Realm has a very special point. Each Qingyun Token, which is the key to the secret realm, represents a different entrance to the secret realm.

The body of the secret realm is located in the Western Wasteland, which is filled with fog all year round and is full of poisonous swamps. It can be said to be full of dangers. The process of finding the entrance to the secret realm is also part of the assessment given to those who enter the Qingyun Secret Realm.

In this lawless place where no one is inhabited, vicious incidents such as murder and treasure grabbing occur one after another.

On Xiaoyun Mountain, the frost and snow were speechless for a moment.

Ember refers to the remaining ashes, and mist refers to the drizzle.

Wow, that's really apt.

"The last question." Shuangxue felt that she really had too many questions today, scratched her head, and felt very irritated.

"If someone changes her cognition, of course, I mean if, if someone tampers with her consciousness..."

"Impossible, eldest brother and all the palace masters have placed restrictions on her consciousness." Bian Qi replied directly without thinking.

That is not an ordinary prohibition. If someone really does this, Bian Zheng will notice it immediately.

"Unless...she volunteers."

The pure white chariot passed by the brightly lit Ronghua Street. It was still very lively at night, with various stalls under the green patches and bustling with people.

After not eating for a long time, Sheng Fei touched his belly, and his mind was suddenly drawn out of the window by the sweet smell of many foods and banyan flowers in the air.

Outside, the bamboo shelves were neatly filled with large and plump ficus fruits. The enthusiastic stall owner strung them onto bamboo sticks one by one, then rolled them in honey and handed them to the children who were passing by.

.

"I want this, buy it for me." Sheng Fei grabbed Yan's sleeve and spoke firmly, no different from a child who was having a tantrum with his brother.

Yan, who was dragged to the window, glanced at it, frowned slightly and said, "No, it's not clean, there are too many impurities."

"Impurities, what impurities?"

The words of a certain white-haired figure appeared in Sheng Fei's mind again.

Impurities, what are they? We are all born with them, so why should we differentiate them?

How can one live without being stained by dust? If you really want to be completely clean, it is better to throw away ashes with a handful of loess.

She blinked and said it naturally.

"How come it's not clean?"

(End of chapter)