Island in the lake.

Miao Congshu sat cross-legged on the roots of the golden tree and looked inside the dantian. The dantian was originally a round golden elixir, but now it has been replaced by a reduced version of "Miao Congshu".

This is his Nascent Soul.

Miao Congshu had just tested his cultivation level with a spiritual weapon, and the feedback was the peak of the Nascent Soul. He lamented that he had just done it once, and his cultivation level directly advanced across the border and climbed several peaks in a row, and there was no thunder tribulation that would last for a lifetime!

Dual cultivation without side effects is worth promoting and benefiting the world of cultivation. In order to help others, he is willing to lead by example and do it twice!

Miao Congshu looked up at Yu Fuli, who was lying on the branch of the golden tree and looking at the sky with his arms. His long soft black hair fell down, and a few golden leaves pressed against his black hair.

The dark blue cloth strap was loosely tied around his waist, and the gray-white clothes were worn loosely. The collar was open to reveal his wide chest, and there were nail scratches left by Miao Congshu when he was excited - of course, there were only more marks on his arms and back.

He bent one leg and stepped on the black tree trunk barefoot, his skin as white as jade, as if emitting a warm light.

The white jade feet and the black ink-like trunks complement each other, creating a very exciting visual effect.

He always likes to wear plain, gray, wide-sleeved cloth clothes, which are completely unrelated to the fairy-like silk and gauze clothes that are popular in the cultivation world today, but he looks more like a hidden monk who transcends the world than those righteous immortals.

Yu Fuli in front of him was both unrestrained and had an attraction that others could not ignore and could not resist. He looked like a flashy and handsome little white face. Only Miao Congshu knew how unfathomable his cultivation was.

“…”

Miao Congshu suddenly remembered that he once regarded Yu Fuli as a novice who had resigned from his parents.

He got up and climbed up the golden tree, and looked down at Yu Fuli from above: "I have reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, and I am only one time short of dual cultivation from the divine realm."

Yu Fuli lifted his eyelids, and his glazed pupils glanced at his dantian: "Hastyness is not achieved." He stretched out a hand, pulled Miao Congshu and brought him into his arms, and then said: "Your roots and bones are not good, you need to be forged. The weight-bearing capacity of the sea of ​​consciousness is too weak and needs to be expanded. The state is unstable, and a solid foundation needs to be laid."

He pinched Miao Congshu's neck, inserted his five fingers into his hair, and felt like a cat pulling. He closed his eyes and continued, "It's time to reach the Nascent Soul stage when you practice it once, which shows how bad your roots and bones are. If you do it again, your sea of ​​consciousness, dantian and roots will explode."

He almost advanced across borders to the realm of dispersing the spirit. When he reached Yu Fuli's mouth, his roots and bones were particularly bad. If his roots and bones were excellent, wouldn't he be ascended directly if he practiced his dual cultivation?

While Miao Congshu was shocked, he did not forget to sigh that his current position is really a big boss among the big guys. He will be upgraded once, and he will be able to go to heaven twice or three times.

However, he quickly realized that Yu Fuli did not agree to dual cultivation too many times because he was afraid that his body would not be able to withstand the explosion.

It’s not kidney deficiency, it’s not pervert, nor is it to punish him, it’s just for his health and cultivation.

what to do?

This kind of behavior of treating him clearly, thinking about him and giving seems addictive.

Miao Congshu's heart pounded like a drum. He raised his head and stared at Yu Fuli and asked, "You were both restrained and had not practiced dual cultivation the day before, because my bones were too poor?"

Yu Fuli still closed his eyes: "Yes."

Miao Congshu poked his hard and slippery chest, pursed his lips and couldn't help laughing, and continued to ask: "Then why can we practice dual cultivation now?"

Yu Fuli opened his eyes: "Do you think you have eaten all things for half a year?"

Not to mention other treasures that are difficult to find in the world, just the silverfish in Jinghu, each life span of several hundred years is equivalent to storing hundreds of years of spiritual energy.

These spiritual energy are digested by silverfish and filtered into gentle and pure. For monks, no matter how much they eat, they don’t have to worry about the sudden surge in spiritual energy and breaking the meridians. Moreover, these spiritual energy can also repair hidden diseases, expand the meridians, and at the same time nourish the sea of ​​consciousness.

Except for silverfish, all living creatures in Kunlun are jealous treasures from the outside world, and they are just ready-to-use ingredients when they come to Miao Chongshu.

Miao Congshu thought no wonder his cultivation has not declined any more in the past six months, but has been firmly fixed in the Golden Pill stage.

When he thought that this was a manifestation of Yu Fuli's love, he felt happy and quite sweet.

"Then what level am I now? How about compared with single spiritual roots?" Miao Congshu was actually quite curious. He was a cultivator and was interested in finding that the root bones have changed from ordinary to excellent. He thought about it and felt that with Yu Fuli's cultivation level, he could expand a little more: "Compared with those sword bones, fairy bones, etc., can they stand shoulder to shoulder?"

Yu Fuli frowned: "Why compare it with those medium-sized root bones?"

Miao Congshu:...Okay, he was sure that he had held an extremely thick thigh.

Miao Congshu stopped discussing this topic and felt that he would be autistic if he continued to talk about it.

It is conceivable how terrible this mental pollution is to make a salted fish autistic.

But it was boring to just lie down. He was now full of energy and was not sleepy at all. When he was bored, he entered his dantian to watch the Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul slap is as vivid as his palm, and his facial features are exactly the same as his, but it is even more delicate.

The little Yuanying was sleeping soundly, and a bubble bigger than her face appeared in her nose. The bubbles contracted and shrank as she breathed.

Miao Congshu poked the bubble with his hands, and the little Yuanying suddenly opened his eyes with a "pop" sound, and his whole body trembled, and he couldn't get up after a long time. Its limbs spread out and was stunned. The object was also a salted fish in the shape of the owner. After a moment, he chose to give up and turn over and continue to sleep.

“…”

No, there is still a difference. If he weren't even able to open his eyes.

Miao Congshu shifted his sight to the meridians.

The meridians in the body are like spider webs, numerous but regular, with golden aura flowing inside, and running continuously and in an orderly manner.

The more spiritual energy he has, the more energetic he is. No wonder he is full of energy now and can play for three days and three nights.

The last stop to look inside is the sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness is the spiritual home of monks and the place where the soul lives. It is also a place where the monks’ personal understanding, mind and spirituality are distinguished.

A monk can have excellent roots and bones, cannot calender the soul, but cannot do without a sea of ​​consciousness.

If you want to completely kill a monk and make him unable to use magic to resurrect from the dead, you will completely destroy the sea of ​​consciousness. Because the cultivator's soul lives in the sea of ​​consciousness, and most of the cultivator's souls are cultivated by souls.

If the soul is destroyed, the soul will be destroyed.

Therefore, the powerful people above the Mahayana stage are basically dominated by the soul attacking the sea of ​​consciousness. This is also the reason why Yu Fuli attacked Xue Tingchao's sea of ​​consciousness as soon as he made a move and crushed Wen Jincheng's soul.

Miao Congshu's sea of ​​consciousness is a very popular small world. The clouds in the sky are stacked like mountains, fluffy and soft like cotton. He tried to lie in the clouds, rolling around, the texture is soft and elastic, and the wind is not strong. When it blows gently, it feels so comfortable that the bones are crispy.

Below the clouds is a mountain, towering trees cover the sky and sun, and vegetation and various wild flowers are covered with gravel roads. Through the cool stream in the forest, along the mountain road, you can see a blue lake as blue as a mirror.

Behind the lake is a cabin.

There is no need to go in. Miao Congshu knew that although the wooden house was small, it had all the internal organs, because this place was Kunlun.

Miao Congshu was surprised that his sea of ​​consciousness actually looked like Kunlun, but he quickly figured it out that because Kunlun was the most comfortable place he had ever been and the most beautiful place he had ever seen, it was normal for the sea of ​​consciousness to unconsciously build Kunlun.

Suddenly, he felt a great force pulling him out, and he suddenly came back to his senses. The picture in front of him had turned into an island in the lake.

Yu Fuli: "When entering the sea of ​​consciousness, remember to pay attention to the outside world, otherwise a child can easily kill you."

"I know, I understand." Miao Congshu rubbed against Yu Fuli and said, "Isn't that because you are here? I'll feel at ease if you are there, what's there to be afraid of?"

"A lot of good words, where did you learn it?" Yu Fuli was originally idle, but when he thought of a few annoying things in the small world, his face suddenly changed. He raised Miao Congshu's chin and stared at his eyes carefully and asked, "Do you like them?"

Miao Congshu: "Who?" He quickly realized that Yu Fuli was referring to Xue Tingchao and the others. No, this matter has not been passed yet? "No! I don't like it!"

Yu Fuli: "Have you loved it before?" He approached: "Miaomiao, tell the truth."

The feeling of oppression is a bit heavy. Miao Congshu: "I don't like it."

As for him, before he could cultivate his favor, the relationship became shattered. As for whether other people’s feelings have been cultivated, it’s not his business.

When he has a good impression, he is willing to devote himself to it. If the relationship fails to fall in love before he likes it, it is their fault. Whether he loves it or not is their performance, anyway, he only gives one opportunity.

Miao Congshu said that he was so free and easy.

The free and easy Miao Congshu suddenly felt guilty when facing the current eyes.

Yu Fuli held Miao Congshu's face, bit his nose, and then ate his mouth.

This "eating" action is more sticky than sucking and kissing. The inside and outside of the mouth are really swept away, numb and painful, but also comfortable, just like Yu Fuli Rimiao's many habits. One of them is biting. The severity of the force is properly controlled, and there will always be a lot of traces left afterwards.

Yu Fuli didn't let him apply ointment to remove the traces. Sometimes, the next day after day, he would take off his loose outer robe and see the traces of his upper body when he was in a good mood. If it was shallow, he would have to deepen it.

This was one of his few habits, and in return, Miao Congshu usually scratched Yu Fuli's broad back with his nails.

Yu Fuli smiled, not saying whether he believed it or not, and his attitude was unpredictable.

If he didn't pursue the matter, Miao Congshu was not angry: "Aren't you angry?" Last time, he was sore and painful by Ri's back. This time he got three of them, but he didn't ask him and took him to practice dual cultivation. Could it be that it was too stimulating and was so enchanting?

Yu Fuli touched Miao Congshu's cheek and said, "I'll talk about it until the tribulation period."

The tone was so gentle that it made Miao Congshu think that pigs were raised to death like this.

Yu Fuli: "I remember everything, one Penglai, one sword cultivator, and one... a waste." He hated the "pseudo-nature way" who almost married Miao Congshu.

"Without dual cultivation, try all the spring-Ming Secrets in your mustard seeds." He sneered: "Four Months."

Miao Congshu's scalp was numb and he couldn't believe it: "Are you only three? Why is there one more month?!"

Yu Fuli: "Because you said I can't do it, I can't make you think I can't do it. One more month is to let you know that I can do it."

Miao Congshu was greeting Yu Fuli's ancestors in his heart. Although he didn't know if there was one, he was polite and greeting more was a manifestation of good moral character.

He looked at Yu Fuli, pursed his lips and swallowed the four words "Dan You Ancestor".

"You scold me?"

"No."

Yu Fuli smiled so hard that his chest was trembling. He patted Miao Congshu's waist and told him: "Your cultivation is too low and you need to be prepared. A large amount of spiritual energy will burst out in the next cultivation world."

Miao Congshu lazily responded: "Isn't that a good thing?" Deng Qizhi also said similar things.

Yu Fuli: "Have you heard of the rejuvenation of the light? The so-called spiritual resurrection is just a screening for a group of monks in this world, and the weak will be screened down." Then, he snorted, revealing a hint of hostility and disgust: "Otherwise, the idiots in Penglai will leave that broken island?"

Miao Congshu: The current employee looks very annoying Penglai, but he has not attacked Xue Tingchao in the small world.

Yu Fuli: "Who said I didn't do it?"
To be continued...