Chapter 4

The orderly "Huha" sound of the Wujiazhuang training ground was suddenly interrupted by a loud noise. Everyone looked at the overlapping mountains and guessed what had happened.

"Whatever you look at and what looks good, give me some peace. If you don't want to find a taxi, give me good cultivation. A group of lazy bones. When I was as old as you, I was much more promising than you. If I was lazy again, I had to peel your skin." Wu Haoran shouted, but his eyebrows looked anxiously at the distance and didn't know what to consider.

Not only Wujiazhuang, but also other surrounding villages and towns were awakened by the news and came out of the house with a look of surprise and doubt. What's more surprising is that all the flames in Qingyun town rose without wind for a moment and knelt down towards the south, like welcoming the beginning of an era.

When Zifeng woke up again, it was the early morning of three days later. He saw a thatched cottage built at random. There was a table and a chair in the house. There were some game on the wall, and there was nothing else. It was poor and simple. It was Zifeng's first feeling.

Zifeng took a deep breath, and a feeling of survival came naturally. It's good to be alive. Zifeng tried to get out of bed, but found that his whole body had no problem except weakness. "What's going on?" Zifeng wondered. Zifeng clearly remembered that he was seriously injured at that time, but now, how can it be all right now?

In fact, Zifeng tried his last strength to put the herb into his mouth and passed out. The fruit melts into a warm current at the entrance and flows into Zifeng's scarred body. The body that was close to collapse is moistened by this warm current. All muscles and skin begin to regenerate and recover completely in a short time. The rampant fire poison in Zifeng's body melted quietly like spring and snow, and the purple gold luster appeared under his skin, as if there was a force sleeping quietly.

After a few seconds of silence, the Hongyan mountain lost its maintenance. After years of high temperature, the rock stratum had already become brittle, collapsed and collapsed. Zifeng also sank with the subsidence of the rock stratum. I don't know how long later, he fell into an underground river. With the current, he rushed to the beach hundreds of miles away from Hongyan mountain, and then was salvaged. That's how it happened.

"Now that you're awake, come out." Someone is talking outside.

When Zifeng heard this, he walked out quickly. Just after he went out, Zifeng was dazed by the dazzling sun. He could hardly open his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and saw an old man in the shade of the tree. The old man was very thin, his clothes were floating, his hair was young and his face was antique. He had a spirit of immortality.

Zifeng didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly came forward and thanked: "younger generation, Wu Zifeng, thank you for saving your life, so that you can live."

The old man carried his hands and looked at Zifeng carefully. Yushulinfeng was a good-looking man. Except that his clothes were a little fat, he looked much better than the old drunkard's Apprentice. Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help smiling: "I saved you just met you. It's also a kind of fate. You don't have to think about it. Stay here first and send you out of the boundless forest after a period of time. "

As soon as Zifeng heard this, he was shocked, boundless forest. Isn't it a forbidden area? Why did I come here. At the thought that there are powerful monsters everywhere, Zifeng's scalp couldn't help numbing: "senior. There are monsters everywhere. I'm afraid it's not safe. I'd better leave this place first. "

The old man looked at Zifeng and didn't say a word, so he closed his eyes and practiced. But at that moment, it was so calm and confident that Zifeng's frightened heart was inexplicably quiet. Zifeng smiled, found a cool place and lay down. He was too tired and soon snored gently.

At the same time, the old man's slightly closed eyes opened‘ Hahaha, the heaven has eyes. I didn't expect that Fu Lao also has today. The body of the spirit, which is the body of the spirit, has an extremely keen affinity for the spirit of all things. No wonder the spirit of wood came from all directions when the boy was unconscious. Although it is not more powerful than those innate spirits in cultivation, it is also unique. Moreover, the body of Cang spirit is the only candidate for drawing runes. In the future, there will be successors for our Fuzong. Yes, no, you can't be too hasty. Let's see what the boy's character is. I don't accept old Fu. Hahaha, absolutely can't show my horse's feet, hahaha.

Maybe it's not just the body of the gods. The universe evolves and all things grow together. Since the founding of the world, fire has existed in an extreme way, which can destroy all things, but it also brings more prosperous rebirth. Zifeng was deeply poisoned by fire and devastated since childhood. In the struggle against disease, his willpower and spiritual power have already made a breakthrough. Especially in the last cave coincidence, he entered the realm of first glimpse, but Zifeng knew nothing about cultivation. Then I met the luck of seizing the heaven and earth, and met a purple Xuantian Lingjing fruit, which is purple and gold in the mature stage.

Zixuan Tianling crystal fruit is bred by the fire in the center of the earth. It is spawned by the gas of the earth fire. It is ripe once every ten thousand years. The mature fruit is crystal clear, showing a noble purple gold color. It has the effect of washing the meridians, cutting the pith, reshaping the meridians, improving the physique and worshipping the aura of all things. How many hidden old monsters have never seen purple Xuantian lingguo in their life.

Ordinary people will directly explode and die after taking it. Thanks to Zifeng's taking a lot of herbs to suppress the disease in recent years, not to mention the Millennium fire poison in his body is a great tonic for Zixuan tianlingjing. Why let it go. Therefore, yin and yang are wrongly obtained by Zifeng, and Zifeng is also mistaken for the body of Cang spirit because of his inexplicable affinity for the aura of heaven and earth. This is the later words.

Zifeng slept soundly. The sweetness of his escape from death made Zifeng dream of his mother for the first time. His mother cried and said to herself: feng'er, you can finally practice. Seeing his father's gratifying eyes, Xin'er cheered around him playfully, without knowing that he has been missed and will be taken under the door.

I don't know how long it took Zifeng to wake up from his dream and secretly dry the wet corners of his eyes. He found that the night was already dark as ink. The old man sat at the table, a table, a chair, a lamp, a pot of turbid wine, two glasses of wine, and game with attractive aroma on the table.

"When you wake up, come and have two drinks with me." The old man turned to Zifeng and asked him to come.

Zifeng didn't hesitate. He was hungry for a few days. Fanxiang had already set off a huge wave in his stomach. Moreover, the old man had saved his life, and there was nothing to doubt. If he had a different heart, Zifeng wouldn't survive. So far, Zifeng calmly sat opposite the old man. Although he wanted to eat very much, he still forced himself to look at the old man calmly.

Fu Lao expressed his appreciation: "if you are hungry, do it yourself. I don't care about the rules."

As soon as the voice fell, Zifeng was stunned at first, and then cleaned up the dinner on the table with a gust of wind rolling the residual clouds. After that, he didn't forget to burp. Fu Lao's face twitched uneasily for a few times, and the wine cup he picked up hung in the air for a long time before he drank it all at once.

Zifeng got up and thanked Fu Laoshen again: "the elder's help is unforgettable to the younger generation, I"

"What happened? I almost lost my life?" When Zifeng heard the speech, his face became stiff. He was still young. Then he sighed. He was poisoned by fire when he was young. His parents sought medical advice everywhere. He told the whole story a few days ago. His expression changed from sadness and guilt to later loss and helplessness.

"Do you want to practice?" Fu Lao put down his wine glass and probably knew Zifeng. After all, he lived so old that some small tricks could not hide from his eyes. He looked forward to Zifeng and preached.

"Ah, cultivation?" Zifeng looked unbelievable, as if he was touching an empty dream.

"Why don't you want to?" Fu Lao's voice was a little nervous.

"No, no, no, I don't mean that. I mean, can my body practice?" Zifeng quickly explained.

"Why not? You can't practice. Who can practice? I've removed the fire poison from you when you're unconscious, but you have to draw a talisman with me first." Fu Lao patted the table and said brazenly, look at this boy. I don't know when I can speak clearly. It's better to cheat him directly.

"Unplugged? Really, I can practice, I can really practice? " Zifeng was so happy that he had automatically ignored the matter of drawing the Fu, and Fu Lao also looked intoxicated with himself. In this way, Zifeng entered the Fu door in a muddle headed way.