Seeing that Xie Nongjian was about to leave again, Lan Feng became anxious and hurriedly chased Xie Nongjian. At this time, he completely forgot Xie Nongjian's identity as a powerful warrior, just trying to keep the other party.
"You... you steal my purple gold spirit fruit, and... bad guy, I won't talk to you anymore." Xie Nongjian was a little excited. When he thought of being held by Lan Feng, the hateful guy, and had been sleeping for so long, Xie Nongjian pouted his mouth and became angry, snorted, and walked away in the peach blossom forest with his little feet and disappeared.
"Ah, is there this? Well, a misunderstanding, right, it's purely a misunderstanding... Don't leave now, alas, this hateful dead woman, I'm so ah, can't you stay and listen to my explanation? A hateful dead woman."
Lan Feng finally understood that there was no spiritual fruit in heaven and earth, hanging on the treetops and waiting for him to pick it. Love is the little girl's thing. Thinking of this, although Lan Feng was a little thicker, he felt embarrassed. However, seeing that Xie Nongjian was about to disappear again, Lan Feng became anxious.
When Lan Feng sat down to practice again, Xie Nongjian quietly revealed his figure under the peach tree and quietly sat cross-legged across from Lan Feng to practice.
She seemed to like to practice under the Buddha light of Mount Xutuo that shrouded Lan Feng and emitting from the body. At this time, she no longer needed the Buddha light to cleanse the ice evil spirit in her body.
However, after Lan Feng came to his senses since his practice, Xie Nongjian left him, and he was reluctant to talk to Lan Feng.
A few days later, Lan Feng finally found a way to keep Xie Nongjian. He still moved Xie Nongjian with the five thousand years of Chinese culture. This was something Lan Feng had used several times, and he was all deceiving those innocent little girls.
This time Xie Nongjian was no exception. The desolate story of "A Chinese Ghost Story" told by Lan Feng made tears flow down.
"Bad people will deceive people's tears." Xie Nongjian gave Lan Feng a blank look, and then walked away in the peach blossom forest with a cool look.
Lanfeng is still practicing these days. After every fight, he has different insights. In the past few days, Lanfeng seems to have become accustomed to practicing here and enlightenment.
However, after returning to his senses from cultivation this time, Xie Nongjian Yingying held her small chin with her small hand, and was waiting for Lan Feng to tell her a story with a little expectation. Lan Feng suddenly stood up and walked away with Xie Nongjian first.
"Bad man, what are you doing? Aren't you going to tell stories?" Xie Nongjian became anxious. She fell in love with these sad stories told by Lan Feng at these times. She stood up and ran over and stopped Lan Feng. "Tell me quickly, I won't let you go if I don't tell you."
Lan Feng rolled his eyes directly, and simply stopped leaving. He sat under the peach tree and lay down. Finally, he raised his eyes and blinked at Xie Nongjian, as if he was doing whatever you like, I just wouldn't tell me.
"Have you up." Xie Nongjian Yingying made a little trick with her little hand and grabbed Lan Feng out of thin air. She stared at Lan Feng with a little hateful feeling and said, "Do you tell me, I will destroy you if you don't tell me."
Lan Feng shrugged. He thought you had killed me, then turned his head aside. Xie Nong shouted "You, you..." a few times, and then he lost his anger. She seemed to be thinking about some idea, and suddenly said in a low voice, "Why don't I teach you how to practice."
"What can you teach me? I just want to get out from here." Lan Feng said without any pain.
"Do you just want to leave that way? If you want to go out, go out and get out." Xie Nongjian suddenly roared, looking very angry, and his figure flashed and he was lost in the peach blossom forest.
Lan Feng was a little confused about the monk, but he ignored it. Xie Nongjian looked like this, nonsense, no wonder.
The next day, Lan Feng still got up early to practice as usual, but when he came to his senses during his practice, he frowned.
On the third day, when Xie Nongjian was not seen, Lan Feng frowned even more. On the fourth day, the fifth day, and the sixth day, Xie Nongjian was still not seen, Lan Feng became anxious. This hateful woman liked to play with missing.
At this time, Xie Nongjian appeared from the peach blossom forest with black eyes, and she looked very frigid.
"Xiao Xie, what are you?" Lan Feng ran over and grabbed Xie Nongjian's little hand, and then started calling anxiously.
"You have to care." Xie Nongjian turned his head aside and pouted his mouth. Lan Feng said with an oh, then there was no other sound, and he didn't know what to say.
In this way, the two of them remained silent again. This silence made the atmosphere look mysterious, unlike the two of them who were deliberately doing it as usual.
At this moment, both of them wanted to say something to each other, but they had never found any words.
"Cultivating martial arts is to cultivate the mind. Whenever a warrior has reached the realm of a warrior, he will practice treasure selection once. This is the natal magic weapon mentioned by the martial arts practitioner. Some people choose themselves, but they refine themselves to cultivate the life magic weapon. However, this kind of martial arts practice was forgotten by the world after a long and long ancient period. The reason is that there are too many shortcomings, which are not good for themselves and are likely to become possessed by the demons."
Xie Nongjian broke the silence and spoke softly with a little bit of self-talking. In front of Lan Feng, she seemed to dislike talking about these irritable martial arts things.
Lan Feng looked at Xie Nongjian a little strangely. He felt that Xie Nongjian was a little different today, but when he thought about it seriously, he didn't know where the other party was, so he didn't say anything and waited for the other party to continue talking.
"The state of mind is the Taoist heart of a martial artist. The unstable Taoist heart can easily lead to the unstable Taoist foundation of a martial artist. Those who are serious will go crazy and die of devils."
"The natal magic weapon is connected with his own Taoist heart from the moment a martial artist chooses his own treasure. In fact, the natal magic weapon is a manifestation of the Taoist heart. It can be said that the refining and fusion of the natal magic weapon is actually an improvement of the state of mind. Many people stop before the eighth-level state of mind, mostly because there is some problem with their natal magic weapon. If you want to cultivate to the great perfection of the state of mind, you must first truly refine and integrate the natal magic weapon into yourself."
Xie Nongjian said softly, as if he was telling his own way, and as if he was saying goodbye to something sadly, but Lan Feng was excited when he heard it. Xie Nongjian's words undoubtedly reached his heart.
Since practicing martial arts, Lan Feng has been moving forward alone in the dark, without any guidance from his teacher. This was a very simple thing, but it became his obstacle. Now Xie Nongjian has told him about this matter, undoubtedly giving him a clear path and a sudden enlightenment.
Next, Xie Nongjian said a lot. She wanted to tell Lan Feng everything she knew for a while, but she felt like she was forced to do it.
"So that's it, so that's it..." Lan Feng muttered on the side, and unconsciously sat down cross-legged, instantly entering a state of self-forgetfulness and harmony between man and nature.
Xie Nongjian's words also stopped at this moment. He looked back at Lanfeng with a bit of sadness. Seeing Lanfeng sitting cross-legged in front of him and focusing on cultivation, Xie Nongjian's heart suddenly became sad.
She also sat cross-legged in front of Lan Feng, but she did not practice with the help of the Buddha's light emitted from Lan Feng's body as before. She just tilted her head and looked at Lan Feng, as if she wanted to deeply engrave Lan Feng's entire appearance into her mind.
"Shit..."
After Lan Feng practiced for half a day, a burst of sword sounds suddenly came from his body, and then his whole body turned blood red, and a trace of charming blood red appeared above his head, and the blood pool emerged from the top of his head.
The Blood Pool is Lan Feng's natal magic weapon. When he chose treasures to practice, he had made various choices, but in the end, only the Blood Pool was the most suitable for his cultivation as his natal magic weapon.
The blood pool was exposed on Lan Feng's head and rotated slowly. The evil energy on the blood pool was emitted bit by bit and poured into Lan Feng's body, which improved his mood little by bit.
"Killing Daoxin?" Xie Nongjian muttered in his mouth when he saw this, and his face turned pale. She obviously didn't expect that Lan Feng looked so handsome, but his Daoxin was the way to kill. (To be continued...)