Chapter 7: Move forward

When Zhang Fengyun woke up, he saw Old Man Bing and Mi Xiao both in front of his bed.

The old man still stroked his beard, and the mysterious owl still kept his feathers.

Zhang Fengyun looked at this scene and suddenly felt very friendly.

In the dream for nearly a hundred years, I can still see people I know when I wake up. This is a very warm thing.

Old Man Bing watched Zhang Fengyun get up, waved his hand to tidy up his bed, and took a thick cloak and handed it to Zhang Fengyun.

"The medicine is ready, so I put it on the table. You go and drink the medicine and eat a little more. We will set off to the valley at dawn." Old Man Bing said slowly: "The valley is very cold, and you are not well-being yet. Wearing this cloak can resist the cold."

Zhang Fengyun nodded and said, "I understand, Mr. Bing, don't clean up, come and have something to eat."

"He has eaten it." Mi Xiao flew over and stood at the table: "Tell me quickly, what did you dream of this time?"

"It's still the dream before, but this time it's much shorter." Zhang Fengyun drank the medicine in one breath, then took a sip of porridge, and said in a vague way: "But this time I have gained something."

"What have you harvested?" Mi Xiao waited for the eagle's eyes to come over.

Zhang Fengyun stretched out his hand and pushed away his head, saying, "You can tell by looking at it yourself."

After hearing this, Mi Xiao stopped asking questions. His eyes were staring at Zhang Fengyun, and a trace of blood-redness flipped into his pupils, which looked very strange.

It was the feeling of being seen everywhere again. Zhang Fengyun felt uncomfortable, but he didn't make any noise.

Mi Xiao's eyes swept through him carefully several times, from top to bottom, not even letting go of some indescribable parts, making Zhang Fengyun feel uncomfortable.

Finally, after he saw enough, he took his eyes back, Zhang Fengyun swallowed the half of the porridge in his mouth.

"Magic, really magical." Mi Xiao shook his head and looked at Zhang Fengyun, and said in surprise: "You can't even practice, but you can still condense your debut intention?"

This is the common sense of monks. Those who practice must first absorb the spirit into their bodies. Only with spiritual nourishment can they nurture the Taoist heart until the Tongxuan realm is completed. It can be said that the Taoist heart is the most important place for monks in their lifetime, and the foundation of a towering building, and the spirit realm is used to consolidate the realm of this foundation.

But what is Zhang Fengyun? The heart of Tao appears out of thin air. This is equivalent to a person who wants to build a house. Without preparing any materials, he moved a foundation out of thin air. It is really surprising.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought you had used some evil magic to steal other people's hearts."

What Mi Xiao said is not empty talk. In this world, there is indeed only this kind of evil magic. It was created by a powerful man in the devil's way countless years ago.

It is said that the powerful man had already reached the peak of the sage realm at that time, but because his youngest son was not talented enough to practice, he developed a demon of his inner self, and his realm was unstable. So he went into seclusion for several months and studied this method to seize the hearts of others and graft it on his youngest son. I don’t know how many talented children had harmed back then.

Later, this magic power died tragically at the hands of his enemies, but this secret technique was not lost. Although major forces explicitly prohibited it, the shadow of this technique can still be seen among many high-ranking clans.

A monk who has reached a certain level of cultivation will naturally not be willing to be a waste of his descendants who have no hope of cultivation.

This is the best understanding of human nature.

"But this is the first time I have seen the heart of Taoism."

Zhang Fengyun picked up a chopstick and ate it into his mouth, saying, "If you have to ask these, I can only say that my heart of Tao did not come out of thin air. I have condensed my heart of Tao many years ago."

"But the broken heart of Tao can be restored and it is even more concise. You are the first example in ancient times." Old Man Bing took care of Zhang Fengyun's bed and walked over: "But have you ever thought about what to do in the future?"

"No hurry." Zhang Fengyun pursed his lips: "Although I don't know what is in the valley, I think I'll wait and see it first."

Mi Xiao comforted, "Don't worry, my master has great magical powers, you are just a trivial matter."

"I know." Zhang Fengyun said.

Although he had never seen it, he did have inexplicable trust and favorable feelings for the miracle doctor.

After all, this is the one who saved his life.

"But speaking of this, I'm very interested in that valley. What is it?"

Mi Xiao shook his head and said, "I don't know, it turns out that it's because I don't care. Later, after the master said that I would leave it for you, I never went there again."

"That valley is a place of gods' remains." Old Man Bing said, and put away the jar of medicine that Zhang Fengyun had drunk.

Mi Xiao said in surprise: "How do you know? You have never left here."

"There are heaven and earth in the book, and I read all of these from the book."

"But where did you come from the book?" Zhang Fengyun also said in surprise: "Your room is cleaner than mine."

"Silly kid, there is something in this world called a space spiritual weapon." Mi Xiao patted Zhang Fengyun's shoulder, pointed to the middle finger of the Bing man's right hand with his other wing, and the mysterious pattern was tattooed on it.

"You mean? That circle of patterns is a space spiritual weapon?"

After all, Zhang Fengyun is a child from a big family and is not unfamiliar with space spiritual weapons, but he has never heard of anyone who can tattoo his space spiritual weapons on his hands. Could it be that this space spiritual weapon is actually the finger of Old Man Bing?

"The spiritual weapon can be received into the body by its owner. This is common sense. Space spiritual weapon is also a spiritual weapon." Old Man Bing said: "Besides, why can't the space spiritual weapon be contained into the body?"

Zhang Fengyun said: "The space spiritual weapon contains the power of space, which is equivalent to a small space inside, but the human body cannot directly contact the power of space. This is recorded in the book, and people who can adapt to the power of space do not need any space spiritual weapon."

"But the materials of space spiritual weapons can make up for this, and these materials are included in the sacred mountain, such as the earthly mica surrounding the sacred mountain, and there is a piece of Mi Xiao."

"How can I have that thing?" Mi Xiao, who was accidentally shot, shouted: "Old man Bing, don't slander my innocence, okay? I have always been honest and never hiding my own personalities!"

"It's the piece you saved the little monster a few years ago. Don't you know?"

As soon as the old man Bing finished speaking, he saw Mi Xiao crossing Zhang Fengyun at a lightning speed and pounce on the drawer behind Zhang Fengyun, but Zhang Fengyun seemed to have expected it and reached out to intercept him.

"?" Old Man Bing looked confused. What's wrong?

Mi Xiao was trapped in Zhang Fengyun's arms and shouted: "Zhang Fengyun! You... don't think that I dare not fight you! Let me go, that piece of mica is mine! You can't treat me like this!"

"Mi Xiao, you have to know that the things in my hand have not been taken back." Zhang Fengyun clamped Mi Xiao with one hand, pulled open the drawer with the other hand and took out the mica and handed it to Old Man Bing for him to see. Then he let go of Mi Xiao, and said with a smile: "You voluntarily handed over that piece of mica to me, you can't regret it!"

"Old man Bing, that's my king's mica...ah!" Mi Xiao rushed towards Old Man Bing, but was bounced away by Old Man Bing.

"It's this, Earth mica. Judging from the cloud patterns on it, it's at least three hundred years." Old Man Bing handed the mica back to Zhang Fengyun: "I believe now that you will have great luck what the master said."

"There are always some people whose luck is very jealous, but I am not this kind of person." Zhang Fengyun took Mica and held it in person: "If I have good luck, I will not be poisoned by others, and I will not be able to cure the poison."

Old Man Bing comforted: "It's all over now, and your life will be better in the future."

"Maybe!" Zhang Fengyun stood up and looked at Mi Owl floating at the door, looking at them with resentment, and said lightly: "Should we leave? It's already dawn?"

"Hahaha, let's go." Old Man Bing smiled heartily and said, "Mi Xiao, don't always worry about mica. If you send all the things out, how can you get them back!"

"Hmph!" Mi Xiao twisted his head, looking like he didn't want to pay attention to you people.

Old Man Bing helped Zhang Fengyun tie the cloak and said, "Let's go."

The two walked out of the wooden house and didn't even look at Mi Owl.

Although the valley was not very far from where they lived, the road in the middle was not flat, so Old Man Bing also prepared a flying chariot.

By the way, how much equipment does Old Man Bing have?

When Zhang Fengyun was on the flying chariot, this question kept circling in his mind.

However, he didn't ask about this question until the end, and when they got off the flying chariot, Mi Xiao, with a arrogant expression on his face, followed reluctantly.

"It's really cold." Zhang Fengyun felt the chill as soon as he got off the flying chariot. Although he was wearing a cloak, the cold air still eroded into the exposed hands and faces.

Old Man Bing didn't care about the chill, but instead looked quite enjoyable, and even the chill was emitted around him.

"Fengyun, I suggest you stay away from him." Mi Xiao flew over and grabbed Zhang Fengyun's collar and retreated: "If you get too close, you will be frozen to death by his coldness."

"It's okay, I'm going to take it away, I can't hurt him." Old Man Bing's voice echoed around, and the feeling of ethereal and powerful was like a mountain god.

He brushed off the frost on his sleeves, and the patterns on his fingers flashed, and two thin books and a paper crane appeared in his hand. After stuffing these to Zhang Fengyun, Old Man Bing took out two exquisite small porcelain bottles and stuffed them to Zhang Fengyun: "The cold air is extremely heavy in the valley. These elixirs can help you maintain a fasting state and drive away the cold air. If it is not enough, release the paper crane, and I will let Mi Xiao send a new one."

"Okay, I'll go in." Zhang Fengyun tightened his cloak, his fingertips trembled in the cold wind, and he stepped out.

"Hey, Zhang Fengyun, are you really going?" Mi Xiao shouted behind him: "If we don't go, we can live in the valley all the time. I can protect you!"

"Thank you, but there are some things you have to do." Zhang Fengyun didn't look back. The wind at the entrance of the valley made his cloak rush. His voice was not loud, but it sounded particularly loudly after echoing in the valley.

"Thank you for this period of time, wait for my good news!"

He slowly moved forward, not fast, but never stopped.

Looking at Zhang Fengyun's back, Mi Xiao flapped his wings and said, "You are still young, Old Bing, were you the same back then?"

Old Man Bing was walking towards the flying chariot. He laughed and said, "It's too long since I forgot everything, but I haven't seen such a momentum for many years."

"Didn't you see me today?" Mi Owl's wings were placed behind his head, and it looked like he was scratching his head: "But what is this aura? I remember there is an idiom that describes this, is it a man who is the one who is the one who is in the way?"

"It's going forward." Old Man Bing sat on the flying chariot, looked at Zhang Fengyun's gradually disappearing back and said lightly.
Chapter completed!