Leisurely cultivating life

Chapter 773 Wanting to enter the battle, Hao Mao begged for the medicine Xuanzhen
Fu Ji Famu unfolded and looked outside, only to see the dragon's aura soaring into the sky, like a canopy raised high, majestic and solemn, forming the momentum of a copper wall and an iron wall.

If you want to rush out, you have to take a lot of risks, but this risk is still within the range for Fu Ji.

"Brother Meng Dao values ​​it, An dare not follow."

Hearing this, Yan Yuanjiang sat up straight, straight as a pine, and solemnly said: "Fellow Daoist, from now on, if there is a dispatch, there will be no difference."

He knew that although Fu Ji said that the situation was calm, but the risk involved was that he knew it well, and this was by no means a good job.

After hearing this, Fu Ji raised his head, looked directly at Yan Yuanjiang, and said, "You and my two families are on the same page, it's serious, I will definitely do my best in this matter."

"Haha."

Yan Yuanjiang laughed, stood up, and said, "Fellow Daoist, do your best, but your own safety is the most important thing."

Fu Ji smiled, expressing his understanding, and the two chatted and laughed a few more words.

Fu Ji stood up and said, "Brother Dao, I'll go back and prepare for a few days, and I'll let you know when I'm ready."

"Don't worry too much."

Although Yan Yuanjiang is under a lot of pressure now, his face is still as calm as the wind, and he tells Fu Ji to prepare properly, and he would rather prepare for more time, and don't miss anything.

Fu Ji replied with a smile, and then said goodbye, pulling out his whole body, the sword light wrapped around his body, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that Fu Ji's figure had completely disappeared, Yan Yuanjiang sighed, thinking of the other three colleagues who were ordered by the Emperor of Heaven to supervise the construction of the Dragon Palace with him.

Although he was placed in the most difficult East China Sea, the other three seas should not be underestimated, and I don't know what happened to them.

……

Let's talk about the other side.

Fu Ji raised his sword light, went back to the small pavilion, and sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes were crystal clear, glowing with golden light, and there were strange visions, constantly arising and dying, like a starry sky.

"Break into battle."

Calculating in Fu Ji's mind, he saw swords, lights and swords flying out suddenly, with evil spirits rising, the dragon's chant shaking the sky, the golden bell chirping, and the black air penetrating the sky and the earth piercing through the four directions, there was a strong sense of ominousness.

When Fu Ji wanted to look down again, he felt a surge of reckless force, and all the scenes were swept away.

It was empty, like an illusion.

"Hu~~"

Fu Ji let out a foul breath, knowing that his trip to the battle would be full of dangers, and it would not be smooth sailing.

After a while, Fu Ji settled down and didn't think about it anymore. The clouds above his head were steaming, and the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and earth could be seen vividly inside.

Just consider it an exercise.

……

Outside the Dragon Palace.

In the vast sea area, a high platform was erected, with all kinds of orbs, agate, jadeite, gold and jade hanging on it, etc., and so on, the auspicious light shone on the stone bricks with hidden dragon patterns.

There are shrimp soldiers and crab generals riding killer whales patrolling around, revealing the dense dorsal fin like a mountain of knives, glowing with cold light, capable of cutting everything.

Sitting on the high platform, Hao Mao looked into the distance and saw the golden nets of the Dharma Formation forming a network of heaven and earth, intertwined and enclosing the Dragon Palace. He nodded secretly.

Now this sea area is already a veritable 'island', isolated from inside and outside.

As long as it is eaten away step by step, this Dragon Palace will never be built.

Thinking of this, Hao Mao withdrew his gaze, smiled at the figure above, and said, "Your Majesty, this time it will be safe."

Qing Liao's body was still like glass, and there was a kind of crimson light twining around his body, like flesh and blood wriggling. He nodded and didn't speak.

After suffering that day, Qing Liao wrote to Longting and invited a lot of 'Su Lao'.

With them in charge, they can easily repel the harassing attacks of Heavenly Court, and at the same time assist in setting up the magic circle.

Hao Mao looked around to confirm, then pondered for a while, and said: "Your Majesty, everything here is on the right track. Next, my subordinates are going to go to Xuanzhen to see if there is any prescription. It will allow your lord to restore his cultivation as soon as possible."

"Have a heart."

Qing Liao nodded, and his complexion looked a lot better.

It stands to reason that in his capacity, he is still qualified to go to Longting to ask for a great medicine to restore Taoism and cultivation.

It's just that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. This principle is common to all races in the world. Where there are dragons, there are rivers and lakes that belong to dragons.

This time he messed up the matter, and he was able to rule the sea area as a sinner and preside over the matter against the Dragon Palace, which had already exhausted all his energy.

If he wants to ask for another big medicine, unless he makes a great contribution, there will be plenty of dragons looking at his position.

So a few months passed, and he still looked like this. Although he was protected by strange things, it was very troublesome to recover, and at the same time, his weak and powerless appearance made him very irritable.

You know, without strength, without power, the reputation and prestige of the past will be nothing.

Strength is the most important thing.

"I'm leaving now."

Hao Mao also knew the situation of his lord. As the number one confidant, he already had a relationship with his lord, so he naturally wanted to do his best to let the lord recover his cultivation.

"Your Majesty, I'll go."

Hao Mao arched his hands, and got on the prepared cloud chariot, then raised the canopy high, and the flags were unfurled, dragging thousands of ray of light, left the East China Sea, and headed towards Xuanzhen.

Not long after, the cloud chariot went up to the sky and disappeared.

Qing Liao sat alone on the high platform, staring at the direction of the Dragon Palace, his thoughts turned, and he sent out a water talisman, please 'Su Lao'.

Not long after, I saw the golden light shining, the water vapor like lotus, and there were figures inside, some were old, some were young, some were holding crutches, each of them had a deep aura and bottomless depths.

"Everyone old."

If it was in the past, Qing Liao would naturally look down on these "Su Laos" who did not deserve the name, but now his situation forced him to put away his arrogance, be respectful and polite, and dare not neglect.

Growth, that's how it came about.

After saluting, he instructed carefully to keep a close eye on everyone in the heavenly court, and not let anyone escape.

After all, these 'old men', including him, are not very proficient in these mundane matters. In the past, Hao Mao presided over these things. Now that Hao Mao is asking for medicine for him, he naturally has to give some advice.

If there is another omission this time... his future as a dragon will be dark.

An old man, Leaning on a dragon-headed crutch, was very disdainful, and said, "Boy Hao is just too careful, with us old guys around, what kind of moth can come out of it!"

"Can't say that either."

Old You Su's eyes glowed with gold, and his words were like bronze bells, giving people a very powerful feeling. He said: "It is better to be cautious, and there must be no more mistakes here."

After a pause, he continued: "Now is the critical period for our clan. It is very important. If something goes wrong at this time, it will not only embarrass our lineage, but it will affect the overall situation of Longting."

Immediately, the expressions of the other elders of the Dragon Clan changed, and they all nodded in agreement.

"Well, that's the reason."

"Well said."

"We must be careful not to damage the overall situation of Longting."

Qing Liao saw this scene in his eyes, hiding a trace of disdain in his eyes.

His words didn't work well, he looked like this when he heard Longting, he was just a long-lived silverfish.

At the same time, I also feel a little empty in my heart, Longting, it is the root of the blood of these dragons.

From the outside world, their dragon clan is very glamorous, but only they themselves know what they are in the eyes of those real dragons in the Dragon Court.

It's just a tool. If it breaks, you can always change it.

"That's it."

Elder Su, whose eyes were glowing with gold, took a look at Qing Liao, and said in a calm voice, "Qing Liao, you can rest at ease, and leave everything here to us old bones."

……

Above the sky, the crystal light is clear.

Stunning rainbows lie across, dragging colors to brilliance, filled with smoke, and lingering.

Hao Mao sat steadily on the cloud chariot, with the demeanor of a Taoist master, the smoke hangs down, and the smoke is dense, and there is a boy standing behind him, holding a wish, glowing brightly, and bowed his head in silence.

The cloud chariot travels above the sky, like the wind and lightning, as if slowing down.

Gangfeng, Hongying, and all kinds of visions are left behind.

half a month later.

The cloud chariot sailed into a great world.

I saw the precious light of purple air rising into the sky, shining on the sun and moon, and connecting mountains and rivers below.

Green pine, green bamboo, vines, and fairy fruits that can be seen everywhere, are immortal for thousands of years, and their fragrance lasts forever.

In the misty rainbow light, cranes can be seen occasionally, spirit apes haunt the spring, and melodious Taoist voices come from afar, resounding non-stop.

"It's really beautiful."

Hao Mao took a deep breath, and felt that all the calculations in his head were swept away, leaving only peace and nature.

As soon as the cloud chariot entered this realm, it immediately alarmed the guards.

next moment.

The fluttering crane shadow dances, hovers thousands of times, and suddenly falls, turning into a boy, stepping out, holding a jade wishful in his hand, with beautiful features.

The boy waved Yu Ruyi, his voice was clear and crisp, and said: "Stop coming."

Hao Mao smiled all over his face and said, "Boy, is Senior Hong Yuan here? I'm here to visit his old man."

Hao Mao was born in the Spirit Clan. When he was young, he traveled all over the world. He was fortunate to have listened to this Taoist Xuanzhen several times, so he can be regarded as a registered disciple.

The boy stared fixedly at Hao Mao, looked him up and down, and after a while, light gradually rose from his eyes, interweaving different light rays of memory, passing into the Lingtai, and turning them into pictures of the past, suddenly enlightened, and said: "It turned out to be Mr. Hao."

Hao Mao was not surprised to see this. When he was seeking Taoism here, he knew that this boy was originally just an extremely ordinary white crane. He was only close to Senior Hong Yuan and prolonged his life, but his mind will always be in the same state. At the same time, in order to prevent too many memories from impacting the mind, most of them are sealed, and only after being touched, they will slowly appear.

Because of this, Baihe boy can live a long life.

Boy Baihe saw Hao Mao, and the picture of Hao Mao in his memory came back to life. Knowing the relationship between this person and his master, he nodded and said: "It just so happened that the master was in retreat a thousand years ago, and he just left the retreat in the past few days. Please come with me, son."

"it is good."

Hao Mao agreed, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He came just in time, but he knew that this senior was obsessed with alchemy.

Raising his sleeves and getting off the cloud chariot, Hao Mao followed Baihe boy inside.

"Mr. Hao wait here a moment."

Boy Baihe led Hao Mao to a quiet room, and then he apologized and left.

There are only two masters and servants in this world, Baihe boy is actually the steward of this world, and he has many things to deal with.

This quiet room is not very big, with a spotless paper couch, tea table and chairs, and full bookshelves.

Hao Mao looked around and found a place to sit down.

"Whoo~"

Sitting cross-legged, a spiritual light rose above Hao Mao's head, which was colorful.

After traveling for more than ten consecutive days, he was already exhausted, so he took advantage of this time to recover.

As for Baihe Tongzi's "coming out of the customs in the next few days", the word "a few days" is very debatable, he didn't really think that he would leave the customs in a few days.

Judging from his experience, the fastest way would take a month.

So, have to wait.

Sure enough, there was no movement at all for the next 20 days.

Hao Mao was not impatient, he breathed out, and recovered his mind on his own.

It has been more than a month since I came here, suddenly, the room was filled with clear light, the fragrance was fragrant, and lotus flowers were in full bloom everywhere, and immediately an old man with white hair and childlike face appeared in it.

The old man's hair is like silver threads, with a smile on his face, behind him is a blue sky, like a forest, with singing birds and fragrant flowers, and medicinal mushrooms and spirits everywhere.

As soon as the old man appeared, there seemed to be an indescribable vitality in the whole world. Hao Mao felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring. Every corner of his body seemed to have life, and he cheered happily.

Hao Mao got up quickly and saluted, "Senior."

Although he listened to sermons under the old man's door, he was not qualified to call the old man a teacher.

The visitor couldn't see his face clearly, he walked slowly, giving a sense of perfection, and said: "It's Hao Mao, why are you here?"

Hearing the inquiry, Hao Mao said with a smile on his face, "I have something to ask senior."

"You speak."

The body of the old man is like colored glaze, bright and bright, and there is a fragrance that lingers around.

"Is such that."

Hao Mao didn't hide the slightest thing, he told the whole story of what happened, and said, "So this junior has the guts to ask senior for a big medicine."

"My whole life of Taoism and practice will be exhausted in one day."

The old man nodded and said: "You came at a good time. The pill I have refined for thousands of years is called the Quanzhen Dragon Tiger Golden Pill. You can take one with you later, and it will be fine."

"Thank you senior."

Hao Mao was overjoyed, he didn't have much confidence this time, after all, no matter how hard Xuanzhen was against Yuxu, they were both Taoists after all, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly, he was overjoyed for a while.

The old man waved his hand and looked up at the skylight.

Seeing this, Hao Mao immediately stopped talking.

The room suddenly became quiet, the sky refracted, and thousands of lights danced and swayed.

After a while, the old man spoke quietly, with a feeling of uncertainty in his words, he said: "Hao Mao, I will give you a pill, just do something for me."

"Senior, please order!"

Hao Mao didn't dare to be negligent, with a respectful expression, he agreed without even thinking about it, but he was a little curious.

Xuanzhen has been closing the mountain for these years, this senior has a high level of cultivation, he guessed that at least they are all Taoist monarchs above Miaofa, they can be said to be indifferent to the world, and they are used to entertaining themselves in their own realm.

Growing flowers, planting grass, refining alchemy, it's really not at ease.

Reading three or two volumes of the Taoist scriptures in leisure time, riding a crane to visit friends, is really indescribably leisurely.

Such a person, what else needs him to do.

The old man pondered for a moment, then raised his hand, thousands of script scripts suddenly appeared on his fingertips, which were as small as ants, hovering continuously, and finally turned into a mysterious image, which fell into Hao Mao's palm in just a flash.

Looking down, Hao Mao found that there was an image in his palm, like a vertical pupil, shining brightly.

"When the time comes, there will be instructions."

The old man looked at Hao Mao and spoke lightly.

(End of this chapter)