I, Murong Fu, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 97 110, Foundation Establishment Realm, Peach Blossom Fairy
Time flies, and three years have passed in a flash.

It's the time of spring again.

On Peach Blossom Island, the drizzle is like silk, and the peach blossoms are like brocade clouds.

Huang Rong was wearing a light green shirt, holding an oil-paper umbrella, strolling on the moss-stained stone path, wandering among the colorful flowers like clouds in a fairy palace.

The years have not left any traces on her body.

The skin is as delicate and flawless as a girl's, the beautiful eyes are still as clear and bright as the stars, and the figure is also plump and graceful like the undulating mountains. The delicacy of a girl and the charm of a mature woman are perfectly blended together, forming a heart-stopping charm.

In the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, there are no traces of people.

The tall and straight man in brocade clothes and jade crown stood in front of a tree of peach blossoms with his hands behind his back. He didn't wear a coir raincoat or an umbrella, and let the drizzle wet his wanton hair.

Huang Rong stopped far away, staring at the slender, tall, handsome man.

An inexplicable energy lingered around his body, making him seem to have perfectly integrated into the world around him, and together with the spring breeze and drizzle and the flourishing peach blossoms, he became a part of the world.

Huang Rong couldn't help being fascinated by this mysterious artistic conception. She stood in the rain and stared at him for a long time, unable to bear to break the perfect harmony of the unity of man and nature.

I do not know how long it has been.

The handsome man who raised his head slightly and stared like a cloud of peach blossoms finally lowered his eyebrows and turned his head to look at her.

Eye to eye with him, Huang Rong smiled sweetly, her waist slender, her lotus steps lightly moved, she raised her umbrella to his side, covered his head with the umbrella, and said softly:
"Why don't you open an umbrella?"

Murong Fu smiled slightly:
"forget."

Huang Rong blinked and smiled coquettishly:
"Did you also forget to use luck to keep out the rain?"

Murong Fu nodded:
"Forgot too."

Huang Rong took out a brocade handkerchief, and wiped the rainwater off his cheeks for him, her brows and eyes were full of tenderness:

"The spring rain is cold, even if your cultivation base is deep, it's best not to get drenched in this rain."

Murong asked her to wipe the rain off his cheeks for him, then he held her slender catkin and said with a smile:
"Occasionally in the rain, there is something different."

While speaking, steam rose from his body, and his clothes and long hair, which were soaked in rain, dried instantly.

Huang Rong didn't feel that she had done a useless effort, looked into Murong Fu's eyes, and asked with a smile:

"Then what did you realize this time?"

Murong Fu looked up at the sky:
"I have learned a lot, and the time has come."

Huang Rong was slightly taken aback:
"The time has come?"

Murong Fu nodded:
"It's time to build the foundation of the road."

Looking at Huang Rong again, he said in a low voice:

"This foundation building will be closed for a long time, ranging from three months to April. During this time, I will leave the affairs of the islands to you."

Huang Rong smiled sweetly:
"rest assured."

Murong Fu turned his head and looked at the cave not far away:

"The old naughty boy was trapped here for more than ten years, right?"

"Yeah..." Huang Rong pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes flashed memories: "When I was young, I used to come here to play with old urchins, make clay figurines and play marbles with him..."

Having said that, he lowered his head again and said sadly:
"I don't know where the old urchin went..."

It has been more than six years since the blood moon disaster.

For more than six years, Murong Fu often went on land to search for survivors, but he still failed to find traces of Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, Old Urchin and others.

As for whether they were alive or not, Huang Rong had already given up hope, and only hid a little bit of luck in the bottom of her heart.

Murong Fu said: "After I succeed in building the foundation and leave the customs, I will arrange the marriage between Fu'er and Yang Guo first, and then...you and I will ride the divine sculpture together and go to land to search carefully."

Huang Rong tapped her head lightly, looked at the cave where the old naughty boy was trapped for many years, and asked:
"You want to retreat here?"

"good."

"Then my name is Fu'er, and Guo'er led the disciples to seal the surrounding area."

"No. I have set up restrictions around the cave, and no one can enter without my permission."

"So... when did you start?"

Murong Fu raised his hand to caress Huang Rong's delicate cheek, "Start retreat today."

Huang Rong said softly, "Do you need me to deliver food?"

"No need." Murong Fu said with a smile: "Building the foundation needs to be done in one go, you can't stop halfway, and you don't have time to eat and drink. Don't worry, with my current cultivation level, when building the foundation, it's not a problem to have bigu for three or four months."

Huang Rong hummed lightly, took a step forward, hugged his waist, leaned her cheek on his chest, listened to his heartbeat, and said quietly:
"Then, goodbye!"

Murong Fu cupped Huang Rong's cheeks, bowed his head and kissed, and smiled: "See you after success."

After finishing speaking, he gently touched her forehead with his forehead, and turned back to walk towards the cave.

Huang Rong watched Murong Fu's figure, and after he entered the cave, he stood still for a long time and never left.

in the cave.

Murong Fu sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes and meditated, first reviewed his current cultivation.

Three years ago, his cultivation had reached the seventh level of Qi Refining, and he was making steady progress towards the eighth level of Qi Refining.

In just over half a year, his cultivation reached the eighth level of Qi Refining.

A year ago, he reached the ninth level of Qi Refining, and after a year of honing, the ninth level of Qi Refining has been completely perfected.

On the eighth floor of Qi Refining and the ninth floor of Qi Refining, each unlocked a Dao protection spell.

The eighth-level spell is "Wood escape".

This wood escape is a kind of "five elements escape method", any place where there is vegetation, you can escape at will, you can escape from one plant to another plant within a hundred feet in an instant.

And there is no upper limit to this escape method, as the cultivation level increases, the escape distance can also be continuously increased.

In the future, it can even be based on the mutual generation of the five elements, and the escape method can be upgraded, from wood escape to fire escape, and then from fire escape to earth escape, and so cycle the mutual generation until the five elements escape method is complete.

When refining Qi to the ninth floor, the unlocked spell is "Blooming Flowers from the Void".

This is an attack spell, without sowing flower seeds, it can directly summon a void flower sea from the void, devouring the enemy's mana, body, and primordial spirit.

In layman's terms, this spell is to summon piranhas.

Murong tried this technique again.

When performing the spell, the sea of ​​colorful flowers that evolved out of thin air was even more colorful than the peach blossoms on Peach Blossom Island.

But under the dazzling and gorgeous appearance, there is a great horror hidden. Where the void flower sea passes, almost no grass grows. All living things, even earth, wood, mud and stone, can be swallowed by the void flower sea and turned into their own nourishment.

Once when killing hungry ghost monsters in a small town under Lin'an Prefecture, Murong Fu used this technique to wipe out more than 1000 hungry ghost monsters that had been alienated twice.

It's a pity that although the power is great, the consumption is not small. One time to cast a spell, it will consume [-]% of Murong's spiritual power in the ninth level of Fulian Qi.

Immortal cultivation has been improved, and spells have become more abundant. At the same time, his natal magic weapon, the nine-section lightning rod, has also become more powerful after years of refining the original source.

Under the full urging, it also has the powerful power to obliterate more than 1000 hungry ghost monsters.

It can also be turned into a spear of thunder, like a flying sword, to blast and kill from a long distance.

There are also various martial arts that can be upgraded to "Xianwu"...

Immersed in the memory palace, sorting out all the abilities one by one, Murong Fu clarified his spirit and prepared to start building the foundation.

The reason why he chooses to build a foundation here is because he has reached the level of cultivation, and secondly, he has been baptized by time and space after walking in the heavens several times, and his cultivation qualifications have improved. Even without the "Building Foundation Pill", the success rate of foundation building can increase to [-] to [-]%.

Of course, a mere [-]% to [-]% success rate is not safe, and it should have continued to walk the heavens to increase the success rate.

But Murong Fu came to this world for more than six years, he has saved tens of thousands of survivors with his own hands, and there are tens of thousands of people who have indirectly received the grace of his life, including the newborns born successively in these years.There is also the power of preaching, and even the power of transforming strange beasts.

In this world, he is respected like a god by survivors from all over the world, has accumulated countless merits, and is "fated by heaven", so his practice is smooth sailing.

When he entered the state of "unity of man and nature", he even faintly felt that building a foundation here would not only be risk-free, but might even bring more benefits.

"The foundation of the great way... I always feel that my foundation establishment is not the same as the foundation establishment of the mortal stream..."

Murong Fu whispered, according to the heart method of Qingmu Longevity Jue, officially began to build the foundation.

How to build the foundation of the Aoki Longevity Art?
Not only must the "spiritual power" of the refining period be condensed into a higher level of "magic power", but also the "Purple Mansion" needs to be built on the Lingtai.

Zifu originally meant the residence of immortals.

Qingmu Changsheng Jue compares the human body to a small universe, and the "Purple Mansion" built by the cultivator is where the primordial spirit of the cultivator lives and where the spiritual consciousness resides.

It was not difficult for Murong Fu to build the Purple Mansion.

He has a "memory palace", which can directly transform this memory palace into the Zifu Shrine.

The former memory palace can only be useful to himself.

But after turning into Yuanshen Zifu, it will have more mysterious functions.

For example, pulling other people's thoughts and even primordial spirits into one's own Zifu Shrine...

Murong Fu was divided into two purposes, while concentrating spiritual power and transforming mana, while transforming the memory palace.

Building a foundation requires a huge supply of spiritual power.

Under normal circumstances, it needs to be carried out in a blessed place with abundant spiritual power, and it is best to have a gathering array around to absorb the spiritual energy of the world for foundation building.

Murong Fu didn't need such trouble.

It has been more than six years since he came to this world. With his various good deeds, as his disciples continue to grow stronger, and the survivors who have been favored by him strive to develop, reproduce and renew, and even the beasts he enlightened continue to grow. The gray origin accumulated in his cut-off tripod is already close to 500 million.

With such a huge accumulation of original sources, foundation building is already more than enough.

Murong Fu was calm and unhurried, and laid the foundation of the great road without haste or haste.

Time passes day by day.

Before I knew it, it was more than three months later.

……

It's midsummer.

On this day, Huang Rong came to the cave again, concentrating on sensing the aura near the cave.

She practiced the way of primordial spirit and was extremely sensitive to human aura and heaven and earth aura. After some investigation, she found that the aura around the cave was chaotic and hazy, and the aura flow was completely still, as if it had been completely frozen. She couldn't help feeling nervous secretly.

She has also come to investigate many times before.

Around the cave at that time, the aura naturally gathered towards the inside of the cave, and it seemed that there was an invisible vortex that was continuously absorbing the surrounding aura.

Such a situation undoubtedly shows that Murong Fu is building his foundation steadily and is in good condition.

But now, the air mechanism is hazy, the spiritual energy is solidified and no longer flowing, what is the situation?
Huang Rong's heartstrings tensed immediately.

Calculating the time, Murong has been in seclusion for more than three months, and it's time to leave the seclusion.But at this time, the air machine was abnormal...

While worrying, a thunderbolt suddenly sounded in the sky.

Huang Rong suddenly raised her head, and saw a dark cloud appearing in the sky which was cloudless just now.

What's even more bizarre is that the range of the dark cloud is not large, it seems that it can barely cover the entire Peach Blossom Island.

And its central area seems to be facing the cave where Murong Fu retreated.

"How is this going?"

Huang Rong looked at the dark clouds in the sky that were getting thicker and darker in amazement, and saw the clouds slowly rotating and gradually turning into a funnel shape.

The center of the funnel is still facing the cave where Murong Fu is. Countless thunderbolts are flashing in the center of the funnel, as if brewing a shocking thunder.

"Thunder calamity?" Huang Rong was stunned: "How could there be thunder calamity?"

The way of refining the gods that she developed by mistake is completely different from Murong Fu's practice, but she also faintly senses that in the future, she needs to go through the thunder tribulation in order to continue to grow.

When discussing the thunder calamity with Murong Fu, he also said that he would also overcome the thunder calamity in the future, but that should be a long time later.Anyway, for at least a hundred years, he doesn't have to think about Thunder Tribulation.

But now, it's just "building a foundation", why is there a thunderstorm brewing?
Huang Rong was so upset that she almost couldn't help releasing the flying sword to try to disturb Jieyun.

But she finally held back.

Murong Fu said that for her way of refining gods, thunder calamity is not only a test, but also a good fortune.If you don't experience the thunder disaster, your cultivation will not be able to improve.

Since she is like this, does Murong Fu's path also have to go through the test of thunder and calamity before he can achieve the fortune of heaven and earth?

Just as he was thinking, a blazing thunder like a dragon finally fell from the funnel-shaped cloud vortex, and blasted towards the cave where Murong Fu retreated.

Huang Rong's heart twitched, her hands were clenched, her lips were tightly pursed, and she stared at the scorching thunder.

I saw that the thunder just regarded the rocks above the cave as phantoms, ignoring the barriers of the rocks, and fell straight into the cave.

But right now.

In the cave, a faint light suddenly rose.

The brilliance came into view, and Huang Rong's eyes flickered, as if she saw scenes of mirages:

A tall and tall man appeared out of nowhere in the woods, holding a nine-section bamboo stick, looking around vigilantly...

Hearing the little girl crying, he followed the sound to find a little girl like a mud monkey, kneeling on the ground, crying for her mother...

A woman whose clothes were stained red with blood lay prone on the ground, with shocking black claw marks on her back...

The man stepped forward, conjured peach blossoms and big peaches for the little girl, and performed magic tricks to save the girl...

Take the mother and daughter, wipe out the monsters, and help them bury their relatives...

Take them back to Peach Blossom Island, and return to the mainland soon after, searching for survivors...

Light and shadow changes faster and faster.

The man kept running around, cleaning up monsters, searching and rescuing people, building settlements, accepting disciples to preach...

On the island, in the deep mountains, on the island in the middle of the lake... Survivor settlements were established one by one, and newborns were born one after another...

Another strange beast, under his guidance, obtained the way of cultivation, thanked him for his kindness, was kind to others, and even cooperated with others to wipe out monsters...

The few remaining human beings persisted with his help. The survivors became stronger and stronger, and there were more and more newborns.

In the sky, a divine bird with a wingspan of several feet appeared.On the ground, there is a giant tiger that loves to eat mushrooms, crawling beside the village, eating the mushrooms that people grilled for it, while playing with children, letting the children climb up and down on it.

Around the island, there are giant orcas patrolling the islands, guarding the waterway, and strangling the beasts.

In the great lake, beside the island in the middle of the lake, there is also a giant python with green scales diving at the bottom of the lake, driving away and even devouring all the bloodthirsty beasts that try to invade the human settlements on the island in the middle of the lake.People also reciprocated, throwing the cooked food into the lake to enshrine the beast under the seat of the fairy...

In the brilliance, countless lights and shadows circulated, and finally gathered into a solemn and solemn sacrificial scene.

Outside the temple, men and women in costumes and young children worshiped the statues of celestial lords and concubines devoutly in the temple. No one asked them for anything.

Ordinary people worship gods, most of them want something in their hearts, or they want good weather, or they want to be promoted and get rich, or they want their children to prosper, or they want good luck.No one worships a god who asks but does not answer.

But people don't have any prayers for Xianjun and Xianfei.

Just gratitude, worship, and, the most sincere wishes...

When the brilliance containing the light and shadow of the past rose up, the thunderstorm that was like a dragon and thundered down in anger also became soft and docile in the brilliance, and finally even turned into strands of thunderstorm that was full of vitality and contained some kind of power of good fortune, and fell into the cave.

There were faint tears in Huang Rong's eyes.

Only now did she realize how much effort Murong Fu had put in to save this dying world, starting from saving their mother and daughter in places she could not see all these years.

This effort, even the heavens and the earth cannot deny it, turned the calamity into good luck.

Thunder more than one.

Next, eight thunderbolts fell one after another.

But all the thunders were in the cave, and within the flickering light, they turned into vigorous, soft thunderstorms with the power to nourish nature.

When the last thunderbolt fell, the dark clouds in the sky quickly dispersed.

When the clouds broke and the sky opened, wisps of fragrant grass and trees escaped from the cave.

Wherever the fragrance of grass and trees passes by, the season has passed, and the peach blossoms that have long withered are in full bloom again.

In the blink of an eye, the peach groves surrounding the cave turned into a sea of ​​bright flowers again.

In the sea of ​​flowers, there were even childish laughter like silver bells.

Huang Rong looked around, and saw little girls the size of a thumb flying out of a few aged peach trees.

Those little girls, wearing gorgeous dresses that look like flying into the sky, with small wings like peach petals growing on their backs, are dancing lightly in the sea of ​​peach blossoms, happily chasing and playing, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere they pass.

Watching this miraculous scene, Huang Rong was unconsciously infected by the laughter of the elves among the flowers, her lips curled up in a smile.

Suddenly, there was a flash of a figure on the other side of the cave, and Murong Fu, who seemed unchanged from before the retreat, slowly walked out of the cave.

Seeing Murong Fu, the "Flower Spirits" immediately flapped their peach petal-like wings, flew in front of him, hung in the air, bowed and saluted, and chanted in unison in a pure and sweet voice:

"Meet Xianjun!"

　Although this chapter is a bit short, but today is only this chapter...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)