sun and moon return

Chapter 53

"It's really shooting yourself in the foot." Zheli sighed while packing up the things in his room.

Going upstairs and putting things in the non-dao room, Zheli sighed again, who would have thought that the guest rooms upstairs were full.

So Zheli moved up to live with Feidao, and his original residence was vacated by Lu Hexuan.well!

"Sigh, I don't snore, I don't grind my teeth, I don't kick the quilt and I don't crowd people, are you not satisfied?" Feidao came in.

Zheli muttered with guilt and embarrassment: "I... I was the one who snorted and kicked the quilt to crowd people... Aren't I afraid that I will disturb the master?"

Feidao sat down at the table and said nonchalantly, "I don't mind."

Zhe Li was stunned, touched his nose and felt guilty, so he had to obediently put the quilt on the bed and make it up.Simply this bed is not too big.

After making the bed, Feidao got up, went to touch the bed, and asked softly, "Are you used to sleeping?"

Zheli poured a glass of water and handed it to Feidao.

"Aren't you always fond of soft beds?"

Zheli smiled: "I'll get used to it after sleeping for a long time." He smiled again, "People are probably like this, when someone pampers them, they will be blatantly pampered."

Feidao took the glass of water, made a formula, and saw that the mattress on the bed became thicker visibly.

Zheli opened his eyes unconsciously: "..."

Is this the supreme cultivation? ? ?Zheli watched in amazement.

"Why did you recruit that person?" Feidao asked again.

Zheli came back to his senses, and glanced at the Requiem Bead that had been gathered in his clothes: "I lost this bead by accident, and I came back by accident. It happened that the lake monster died. It happened that he could meet the corpse of the lake monster. He has not traveled thousands of miles to come here, and happened to meet me wandering in the street."

Zheli stretched his waist: "Although there is no coincidence, it is too coincidental." He pushed open the window facing the courtyard downstairs, and looked at the small room that once belonged to him, showing a sly smile.

Feidao couldn't help but look at him more.

Mao Shi.

When all the chickens in the pen were still sleeping, Zheli stood beside the bed blissfully, thinking that he was really innocent.

Who would have expected that he would be arrested to practice kung fu before dawn? ?

Is there any reason for this?

"Master, it will be the new year in a few days, shall we practice after the new year?" Zheli hugged the bedpost, closed his eyes, and asked weakly.

Fei Dao has quickly dressed up: "Cultivation is day and night, how can you be lazy? Pack it up quickly."

Seeing that acting like a baby is useless, Zheli sighed.

The sky outside is still gray, but the east has a deep blue inlaid with gold, and it must be a nice sunny day today.

The two stepped on the snow up the mountain and came to the hillside where Luo Zan was peeped yesterday. There is a slightly lower flat land on the back of the hillside, hidden among the surrounding trees.

Somehow, Feidao found this treasure land.

Fold the ceremony and raise the eyebrows.

"Next." Zheli turned around, caught Feishuang thrown from Feidao, and then he took off the phoenix flute around his waist.

In fact, Feng Xiao Zheli had noticed it a long time ago, but he never had the chance to ask: "Master, isn't this the flute in Zhiyiyuan's study?"

Feidao bowed his head, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand turned the blood jade flute at will, which really seemed to have a bit of the taste of the past.

"I heard that when the master was young, with this xiao, the disciples of the six sects couldn't match it. How did he seal it up?" Zheli asked naively.

"Really?" Feidao looked at Xiao in front of him, showing a somewhat self-deprecating smile, "Later, I found out that the sword is sharper than the Xiao, so I put it away."

Zheli raised his eyebrows: "Then why did you bring it with you when you came out this trip?"

"It's useful." Feidao's voice sank suddenly, the peace in his brows was swept away, the powerful aura suddenly dissipated, and barriers were instantly erected around him.

Zheli took a step back, and he really came as he said.

The ordinary Fengxiao suddenly burst out with powerful spiritual power, blowing away Feidao's hair, and as the flute touched his lips, it was obviously a pleasant note, but it was more powerful than the sharp sword energy.

How can this not compare to Feishuang's sharpness? ? ? !

"Feishuang, master is underestimating you, we have to join hands to beat him down!" Zheli dodged the first blow of the temptation, and the snowflakes were blown up. He jumped back and took off Feishuang, and then moved together With the index finger and the middle finger, he made a gesture of leading.

Feishuang unsheathed, blocked Yuxiao's attack, Zheli wandered around in the snow, Feidao stood in place, even if he dodged and blocked, he could still track his footprints.

It's a completely different feeling from the battle with Sheng Shuli. When facing Sheng Shuli, besides dodging, he can also find a gap to attack, but facing Feidao, avoiding is already at the end of his strength, let alone finding a gap to attack.

The morning sun shines into the woods, dyeing the snow-white ground into a warm orange, like an orange-flavored candy cake covered with white powder.

The ice crystals on the snow reflect brilliant colors of light, the bare birch forests rise neatly into the sky, and the green pines and cypresses are covered in silver.

After the snowflakes flying in the barrier stopped, Zheli lay on the ground panting heavily.

Feidao took Feishuang back and looked at him sideways: "Your spiritual power is almost exhausted, get up and meditate."

Zheli got up mechanically, retracted his legs, and immediately entered the state of meditation.

Feidao saw that he was in meditation, formed a dharma seal on his chest, and drew something from the altar. He made a formula to drive it with spiritual power, and saw that as the mist surged, the nearby spiritual power was much more abundant, and the speed of Zheli's recovery Also becomes extremely fast.

When the ceremony was about to be settled, Feidao took the object away, just as if nothing happened.

Zheli stretched his waist, and after being whipped for a while, he became even more energetic. Could it be that he has some peculiar hobby?

Zheli twisted his arms and stood up: "Master, I recovered very quickly from meditation today."

"Let's go." Feidao turned and went down the mountain.

Zheli trotted two steps to catch up: "Master, today is the Laba Festival, and the book says that the Buddha Sakyamuni became enlightened and became a Buddha on this day. Xi'er and the others must have started cooking Laba porridge early in the morning."

"This year's Chinese New Year, can master make me sweet-scented osmanthus New Year cakes?" Zheli looked at Feidao expectantly, "Baiyu balls are also fine."

Feidao slowly showed a smile, he walked slowly on the mountain road, and Zheli was like a chirping bird, wandering around him, noisy and cute.

Before arriving at the inn, Zheli could smell the Laba porridge all over the street, so he couldn't help walking briskly, trotting all the way back to the inn.

He sneaked into the kitchen, startled Xing'er and Xi'er.

"Why did you get up so early today?" Xi'er asked.

Zheli's eyes fell on the bubbling hot pot exuding a sweet smell: "I'm thinking about this Laba porridge, it smells and I get up."

Xi'er shrugged her nose, telling him to stay away from the pot and get burned.

Zheli made a fuss and asked, "Where is Lu Hezhe, isn't he still sleeping?"

"He's feeding the horses at the back of the yard." Xing'er smiled, "This kid's hands and feet are quite nimble."

Zhe Li went to the backyard to take a look, and then went back to the lobby with peace of mind.

Laba porridge was out of the pot, and Zheli drank two big bowls until he felt some relief from the pain in the morning. He tried eating Laba garlic, and he also thought it was not bad.The original spicy taste is weakened, replaced by fragrance and sourness, crispy and greasy.

"Mr. Xiao, take a sip." Zheli handed over a clove of square, round and jade-like Laba garlic, trying to corrode the will of injustice with the eager anticipation in his eyes, "It's delicious."

Zheli's sincere eyes did not seem to be fake. After he recommended Sanlun sincerely, Feidao borrowed his hand to taste a piece.

Zheli showed a triumphant and arrogant smile. He decided that Feidao would not like this garlic. He always avoided those spicy things, and he pursued the essence when eating. Although he was calm, he stared at Zheli. There was a dangerous look between his eyebrows.

Xing'er thoughtfully poured a cup of tea and handed it to Fei, "Sir, maybe you're not used to it, drink some tea to moisten your mouth."

Zheli took the cup, put it in front of Feidao naturally, and joked: "He never eats spicy things much."

"You two really know each other well." Lu Hezhe sized up the two of them while drinking porridge.

Zheli glanced at Feidao with a smile.

Xi'er's eyes wandered over the two of them for a while, and then she lowered her head and drank the porridge quietly, her mind already drifting away from the sky.

She was a little skeptical, could it be him who was hesitant about Zheli at that time, who couldn't tell the difference?

After breakfast, Zheli discovered that there was still a pot of Laba porridge cooking in the kitchen, and then he realized that Xi'er proposed to go out to sell porridge, a bowl of Laba porridge for a penny, which can be regarded as seeking a good reputation and attracting more customers.

During the day, Xiao's family was busy at the inn and selling porridge, while Zheli was arrested by Feidao to practice.

But in addition to ordinary practice, Feidao also taught Xiao Yi.In fact, Zheli didn't want to learn much, but when he saw Feidao's serious face, he knew that he couldn't run away.

But Feidao only required Zheli to learn two pieces of music in addition to the basic music theory.

The tones of those two pieces of music are weird and difficult to learn, and when they are playing, Feidao will cast a curse on the jade flute, and the sound will be blocked in the sound of the flute, so that Zheli has never heard the two complete pieces of music. temperament.

Zhe Li often thought that even if such a weird piece of music was played, it would definitely not be pleasant to the ear, especially the last piece, which was almost incomprehensible, like throwing all kinds of things into the same pot. The National People's Congress was surprised.

Even the name is strange.Feidao called these two pieces of music, the first and the second...

In addition, Feidao also taught Zheli to extract the fire seed from the ten thousand-year-old iron, calcined the spiritual root, and sent the sky-burning fire to the spiritual root for future use.

This is naturally too difficult for Zheli, so Feidao sealed the fire seed of Fentian Zihuo in Zheli's spiritual altar with the meaning of ice, and when his cultivation level rises to the point where he can untie the fire seed, it will be Fentian Zihuo as the the day he used.

Feidao took the piece of Wannian iron, and planned to go back to Qingwu sometime, and asked Baishan to go to Handan by the way, and asked the head of Hantang to make a handy weapon for Zheli.

This piece of ten-thousand-year-old iron is more than enough to make a good sword, and the rest is given to Hantang. If he thinks that he will be reluctant to part with this top-quality material, he will do it himself, and then arrest a good sword spirit, and the matter will be done.