The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Xuan Yuan turned to look at the helmsman of the spiritual ship. After glancing at this man, Xuan Yuan confirmed that he was indeed a monk from Tianxing Palace. He couldn't help but nodded slightly and said in a cold voice: " good."

After learning about the legends of the White Bird from Xie Xingge's memory, Xuan Yuan knew very well that the monks in this world of cultivation valued and yearned for the White Bird. For Xuanyuan, who had gained the White Bird's favor, these Monks not only experience envy and jealousy, but also have greedy and vicious thoughts.

Although it is impossible for these monks to cause any harm to Xuan Yuan, if he acts too high-profile, how will Xie Xingge, who only has a golden elixir cultivation, deal with himself after he leaves? So at this time, Xuan Yuan just curled his lips and smiled softly, and followed the helmsman of the spiritual ship into the inner room of the spiritual ship.

The white beetle, which had already swallowed up all the rays of luck that Xuan Yuan had condensed on its fingertips, but was not completely satisfied, also followed suit. It folded its wings and walked on its slender legs. Following Xuan Yuan, his movements were extremely graceful as he walked, possessing a kind of lightness and beauty.

"Junior Chu Feng is an outer disciple of Zawu Peak. I pay my respects to Master Xie." The helmsman of this spiritual ship is seven feet tall, wearing brown robes, with a dark face and no beard. He is powerful and has strong muscles. He is extremely solid. Compared to a monk He is more like a martial artist and looks very strong.

In fact, the exercises that Chu Feng practices are indeed the exercises of legal cultivation, not martial arts. The reason why he looks so powerful is actually because he has been using his spirit boat to travel between the north and the south on the water of the Li River all year round. After being exposed to the wind, sun, and rolling waves, it naturally became the powerful and strong appearance it has today.

Xuan Yuan nodded slightly noncommittally, and at Chu Feng's invitation, he sat down at the top of this gorgeously decorated room that belonged to Chu Feng, and then asked casually: "Will you send back the news about the appearance of the white beetle?" Sect?" He had noticed this with his spiritual consciousness before.

Chu Feng was shocked. He lowered his head and did not dare to speak. He thought to himself that he was afraid that Uncle Xie would be dissatisfied with him for telling the sect the news. This would be terrible. If Master Xie was angry, he But it was a disaster. Although he is a late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple and still has the Spirit Ship Restriction to rely on, the question is, does he dare to take action against Master Xie?

Xuan Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to Chu Feng's little thoughts. He just leaned on the armchair and said calmly: "It's okay for you to report this matter to the Ming Sect. However, I can't continue to ride your spiritual ship southward." Okay, do you have a map along the Li River? Can you burn it for me?”

Realizing that Xuan Yuan was not angry, Chu Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said smartly: "Of course there is, my nephew immediately found the map and gave it to his uncle." Despite his rough face and curly beard, he could Going back and forth to see off monks on the Li River, if you are not smooth enough, you will not be able to do this job well.

With the corner of his eye, he glanced at the white beetle standing next to Xuan Yuan, as obedient as a domesticated spiritual bird. Chu Feng's eyes flashed with envy and yearning, and he quietly exited the room. , to find a map for Xuanyuan that records the terrain and forces near the Li River.

As a monk, although Chu Feng knew that with his talent and age, it would be impossible for him to take a further step in the path of cultivation in the future. He might be able to live for two to three hundred years with various life-extending pills, but he wanted to take a step further. , but it is impossible to appreciate the scenery at the highest point on this cultivation continent.

After Chu Feng left, Xuan Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the white beetle leaning on him obediently. His long eyebrows like distant mountains were slightly raised, and there was a faint smile in his eyes. Asked: "You have lived for so many years, and your strength is not bad. Can you turn into a human form and speak?"

According to legend, the white beetle has the strength of the Nascent Soul stage when it reaches adulthood. However, since there is only one white beetle in this world of cultivation, it means that this legend is wrong. The white beetle does not have the strength comparable to that of the Nascent Soul stage as an adult, but it has the strength of the Nascent Soul stage when it wakes up from its deep sleep and grows to its peak again.

Since it can live for thousands of years, the wisdom of this white beetle should not be low, and its strength cannot be traced. After all, long time will always make it grow, right? If a spiritual bird and monster can live for so many years, it must be a big monster.

However, what surprised Xuan Yuan was that in response to his inquiry, the white beetle showed an extremely confused and confused expression. It opened its clear amber eyes and looked at Xuan Yuan, with a pure and innocent look in its eyes. The intimacy came from the mouth, and a sweet and sweet chirping sound came from the mouth.

He didn't understand what Xuan Yuan was talking about at all. He had been hungry for who knows how many years in his slumber. He was awakened by Lin Shengyang's luck and had been hungry for a long time. After such a long time, the white beetle finally had enough to eat and drink. Its whole body was filled with happiness, and it couldn't help but chirp happily, with a hint of coquettishness.

Xuan Yuan was startled for a moment, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to gently caress the fine and soft feathers on the head of the white beetle. The white beetle nuzzled his hand twice like a baby, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but He murmured softly: "Have you not turned on your spiritual wisdom?"

Judging from the performance of the white beetle, Xuan Yuan found that it did not activate spiritual wisdom. Although it was praised as auspicious by the monks in this world of cultivation, regarded by them as the key to ascension, and longed for by many monks, however, this bird The only white beetle in the world is a creature that is born unable to activate spiritual intelligence.

No matter how long it can live, no matter how powerful it can transform into, or how many lucky ones it has met over the millions of years, it will never be able to develop spiritual intelligence. From the moment it is born , which determines its future.

The world is fair. The white beetle is immortal, immortal and powerful. It feeds on luck. It can make people calm down and stay away from evil obstacles. It is sought after by many monks. However, all this also makes it doomed. He has never been able to activate his spiritual wisdom in his life. He is just a slightly spiritual bird, but not a wise demon.

Taking a gentle breath, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but sigh, gently rubbed the soft down on its cheeks with his slender fingers, and said in a low voice: "It's a pity." It obviously has infinite life, and you can feel it There are so many beauties in this world, but due to the limitations of its natural order, it has strength and a long lifespan but no intelligence.

"Chirp." Tilting its head, the white beetle blinked at Xuan Yuan with a pair of amber eyes in puzzlement. The eyes were clear and clean, with a different kind of desire. It chirped, using words eager and yearning. His head rubbed Xuan Yuan's hand, and he opened his white wings covered with gorgeous feathers and patted Xuan Yuan's arm gently.

Well, the reason why it chirped so eagerly was... it was hungry again, so it was eagerly begging Xuan Yuan for food. After sleeping for too long, the piece of luck that was as thick as a hair extracted by Xuan Yuan was not enough for it to eat. It was hungry again, so it instinctively began to beg for food.

Don't think that Xuan Yuan treated this white beetle harshly. In fact, although the wisp of luck he pulled out just now was very subtle, in fact, the average monk in the Qi refining stage only has such a fine amount of luck, and this A wisp of luck, just enough to fill the belly of a white beetle.

Although it looks slender and elegant in appearance, the white beetle is actually a big eater. This is why it must find a monk with good luck as its owner, because only they have enough energy. Transport fills up its belly.

The luck of other ordinary people is likely to be wiped out in just a few meals. Once the luck is wiped out, the outward phenomenon is that everything will encounter disaster, and the disaster will definitely become more bad. You will never be able to snatch the treasure. Instead, the treasure you have cultivated with all your efforts will be snatched away by others by chance——

In short, once your luck disappears, you will become an unlucky person with extremely bad luck. Unless you are strong enough to cope with the waves of bad luck that comes one after another, you will easily fall under this continuous bad luck. .

The white beetle may also know this instinctively, so for so many years, he has never chased people with ordinary luck or devoured their luck. Instead, he has sought out the favored ones who have strong luck and don't care about this consumption. Feeders, feed yourself until they are smooth and smooth, with plump feathers.

Seeing the white beetle eagerly begging for food, Xuan Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and tsked softly. His tone was a little helpless, but also rare and gentle: "Okay, I'll give you these lucks. Anyway, it's good for me." It’s no use either.”

As he spoke, he flicked his right hand gently. Suddenly, a few strands of luck as thin as hair lingered on his fingertips. These strands of luck were pulled out from the ball of qi. lingering on his fingertips, he was immediately stared at by the white beetle's pale amber eyes.

He leaned forward excitedly, and the white beetle immediately came forward, and diligently and happily pecked the luck from Xuan Yuan's fingertips. It made his belly fat and round, and he was so full that he was extremely happy. Ouch, this is really unexpected happiness. After living for such a long time, this is the first time that it can eat so full and eat as much as it wants.

This is inevitable. In the past, even if the good luck of the White Bird met a person with good luck, no matter how powerful a person's luck was, it would not be as good as what Xuan Yuan took from Heavenly Dao, which brought together several people in Lin Shengyang. Great luck? The most important thing is that Xuanyuan doesn't care about these fortunes at all, and can provide them with unlimited supplies.

Tiandao: This damn fat bird that is incompatible with me is stealing luck again! Sooner or later I'm going to kill this fat bird!

That's right, the white beetle that feeds on luck and the way of heaven in this world are actually innately opposed to each other~

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