In the ancient world outside the ridge, in the forest, purple smoke rises from the thatched cottage.

In the small yard in front of the thatched cottage, the seventh uncle placed a small yellow jade tea bowl in front of Feng Qingxiao, then took out a small medicine bottle from his sleeve, uncorked it and poured out a pill.

This pill is only the size of a bean ball, and is as smooth as a blue pearl. When exposed to the air, the pill exudes a cool breath.

The old man put the pills into the tea bowl, and a slight ripple spread. Soon, the blue pills melted in the clear water of the topaz tea bowl, became cool, and a few blue smoke shreds rose from the water, and then calmed down.

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"Here, drink it." The old man pointed at the topaz tea bowl on the stone table and ordered to Feng Qingxiao.

Feng Qingxiao blinked and remained motionless. He looked a little apologetic and said, "Seventh uncle, I have eaten a lot of your treasure pills over the years. How can I be so embarrassed?"

"Why are you being polite to me? Do you want to keep practicing with your injuries?" The seventh uncle rolled his eyes, tapped the table with his fingers commandingly, and said, "Drink."

"Thank you, Seventh Uncle."

Feng Qingxiao did not refuse this time. He picked up the tea bowl with both hands, raised his neck and drank in one gulp.

The cool potion entered his throat, and a feeling of coolness spread to his chest. Pieces of blue ice crystals suddenly appeared on Feng Qingxiao's hair, face, and even body.

Feeling a little chilled by the coolness of the potion, Feng Qingxiao shivered from the inside out, and said with a somewhat painful expression: "This medicine is really bitter."

The seventh uncle didn't raise his eyebrows and said, "It's okay to suffer. It will be good for your injury. The master of the family punishes you because he hates that iron cannot become steel. There may not be much malice in it. You can't take it to heart."

A trace of sadness flashed in Feng Qingxiao's eyes, but his tone was still very calm and he said: "Seventh Uncle, you are too worried. Qingxiao really doesn't dare."

"I don't know about you yet." The seventh uncle didn't take Feng Qingxiao's words to heart at all. He sighed and said: "The Feng, Wu, and Ling clans are all the ambitious clans that follow the Dragon Emperor to conquer the world. Although

Thousands of years ago, the three clans had a dispute because of the struggle for power. After all, with the Dragon Emperor's mark on him, our master will always be the only Dragon Emperor. The master of the family has also been looked down upon by the world in recent years.

The Ling family has been severely oppressed and his character has changed, but you don't blame him just because he is a little aggressive."

The seventh uncle tapped his fingers on the table and said word by word: "No one in this clan can do it, and he will also suffer."

Feng Qingxiao glanced at her mother beside her, and finally couldn't help but said: "I remember when I was young, my ancestor held me in his arms. I once thought that he was my great-grandfather. I didn't expect that when I grew up,

Things are different and people are different.”

"Look, you still blame him."

"I really don't."

"No? Since there is no such thing, there are so many top secret skills in the clan, why did you choose the Purple Jade Nantian Baojian back then?"

Feng Qingxiao was speechless for a moment.

The old man saw the change in his expression and did not continue on this topic. He said with some annoyance: "What kind of secret is the Purple Jade Nantian Baojian? Everyone in the clan knows that you yearn for freedom. You don't like to fight for power and gain, and you don't like fighting.

Killing is like being a handsome young master. This in itself is equivalent to living up to his high expectations. Your talent is not low. If you choose such a unique skill, aren't you going to do it with him? "

"That's because he was against dad back then..." A look of resentment flashed across Feng Qingxiao's face.

"Shuang'er, please stop talking." The middle-aged woman sat aside and suddenly scolded her.

The resentment on Feng Qingxiao's face disappeared instantly. Seeing this, the seventh uncle said in a melancholy tone: "Look, you still can't control your own mind. I said that the Purple Jade Nantian Treasure Mirror is a double-edged sword. You have to learn it well."

, although you can enter the Qiankun Lindao Martial God Realm, but if you cannot control your mind, your cultivation will get worse and worse. Tell your seventh uncle, Binghai and his party, whether you have thoughts of killing."

Feng Qingshuang's eyes were blank, and she remembered the old things from many years ago, and said noncommittally: "To be honest with my seventh uncle, when I was in trouble, I thought about killing all the evil people. This uneasiness led me to retreat after returning to the outside of the ridge.

After many years, I still haven't broken through. On Yuxuxuan, Han Sheng's message about eternal return made me calm, but the experience of Binghai made me throw away all these years of hard work."

"That's why he got angry." After the seventh uncle finished speaking, he stood up and waved his hand: "Okay, you can go back. The competition for choosing a son-in-law in Qiushui Jiantan is not a good thing, so it's okay not to go."

"Seventh Uncle, can I ask about the origin of the turmoil one thousand four hundred years ago?" Prime Minister Feng Qingxiao suddenly stopped the Seventh Uncle who was about to go back to the house.

The seventh uncle heard this and stood still. When he suddenly turned around, his eyes flashed: "Why do you ask this?"

"Nothing, just curious." Feng Qingxiao stood up and said: "Back then, the Feng and Wu families suffered a catastrophe. In order to preserve their strength, the two clans put all their babies in cold coffins for the winter and sent them to a secret place outside the core area.

Protect them, this is the saying in the clan, and according to the catastrophe that year, many newly born babies of the Feng and Wu families were stipulated in marriage and had marriage contracts. In recent years, the relationship between the Feng and Wu clans has become closer and closer, which can be regarded as many

It’s because of the marriage, but why is it different this time?”

"Are you talking about that girl from the dancer's house?" the seventh uncle asked.

"I know her name is Wu Qingqiu, how could she be married to a disciple of my clan?"

"Doesn't that person no longer exist?" Seventh Uncle said with a somewhat indifferent expression: "What's more, even if he is not dead, this marriage cannot be held as scheduled. What I can tell you is that, first of all, that Feng clan member

, is a maternal relative, and he has his mother’s surname. Secondly, the girl from the dance family entered the Wuxin Sword Pass many years ago. She practiced the Great Wuxin Magical Power. This kind of magical power is supposed to make great progress, but abandoning love and the six desires

Wu Cun, so it doesn't matter who she marries, because there is no love in her heart. Her existence is only related to the decline and prosperity of the Wu clan. As for the turmoil a thousand years ago, you don't need to know, knowing it will do you no good.

, let’s go.”

After the seventh uncle finished speaking, he stood up, entered the thatched cottage, and closed the door.

Outside the door, a middle-aged woman pulled Feng Qingxiao's clothes and said, "Shuang'er, you are confused. The turmoil of more than a thousand years ago was taboo not only in the Dance family, but also in the Feng family. Why do you ask?

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Feng Qingxiao felt a little uneasy. After calming down for a long time, he finally calmed down and said, "Mom, it's okay. I just asked casually, and I won't ask again in the future. Mom, I want to go out for a walk."

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment and looked a little reluctant, but after thinking for a while, she agreed: "That's fine, my ancestor doesn't like you anyway. If you stay at home, you might get into trouble with me again one day."

, you can go out for a walk, but you have to promise mother not to cause trouble and to take good care of yourself."

Feng Qingxiao took the woman's hand and said, "Mom, it will be hard on you if I leave. The clan is not as friendly as before."

"It's okay. Mom is used to it. Besides, aren't there still your seventh uncle and uncle? They don't like me, so they won't make things difficult for me often."

"mother."

"Stop talking, if you want to leave, hurry down the mountain, so that the ancestor will not bring bad luck to you again."

An hour later, Feng Qingxiao went down the mountain alone with his sword. After walking several miles away, Feng Qingxiao looked back at the beautiful dense forest shrouded in heavy fog in the mountains, and suddenly felt a sense of loneliness.

"Alas, there are tens of thousands of people in this family, but there is no place for me. When did the Feng clan become like this? Where should I go?"

Standing in the forest at the foot of the mountain, Feng Qingxiao's eyes were blank. After thinking miserably for a moment, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind.

"By the way, he should be in Lingzhou. I will go to Lingzhou for a walk..."

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In the blink of an eye, a year flies by.

In the stone house in the ancient underground city of Moro, Feng Jueyu sat quietly on the futon in front of the short table, raising his right hand to his side, pinching a strange seal.

This seal is like a fortune teller's finger pinching technique. The thumb and index finger are facing up, and the remaining three fingers are pointed at Feng Jueyu's face. Feng Jueyu closes his eyes and moves his thumb quickly on the four fingers. Every time

With a precise pinch, a ball of white light will fly out from the fingertips of two fingers.

The light clusters were each about the size of soybeans. From a distance, they looked like twinkling stars. The clusters of light flew out one after another and covered the ceiling of the stone house. The strong aura of origin filled the entire stone house. The stars on the ceiling were bright and flowing.

The photo album is like a vast, ethereal and gorgeous Milky Way.

Among the dazzling stars, the stars surround a huge scimitar-shaped bright moon. This bright moon hangs high in the sky, casting intoxicating moonlight. The light is dotted on the almost transparent stone house floor, and then blends into the large number of strange things buried underground.

The crystal stones and colorful brilliance even become a little dazzling.

The most frightening thing is that the powerful spiritual power in the stone house is flowing almost substantively as Feng Jueyu continues to spread out during his cultivation.

Feng Jueyu's finger movements were so fast that they were almost invisible to the naked eye. In just the blink of an eye, Feng Jueyu did not know how many magic formulas he had formed. Whenever the magic formula was completed, a ball of white light would rise into the sky.

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The gorgeous and bright light has covered the entire ceiling, and nothing can be seen except the bright moon.

"The flying star reaches the moon."

After practicing the formula for several hours, Feng Jueyu suddenly shouted out a formula. As his fingertips rose, all the star clusters on the top of the ceiling flew towards the bright moon without exception.

One way, two ways, three ways...

A huge number of star clusters continue to shine into the bright moon, making the light in the bright moon even more intense and dazzling.

The moon is sometimes missing and difficult to be round, but due to the supplementary radiation from the star cluster, the Scimitar Moon began to become round at a speed visible to the naked eye. When most of the star clusters flew into the Scimitar Moon, the crescent moon soon became a full moon.
Chapter completed!