Feng Youyang lay on the ground, sticking his butt, cheeks against the ground, and his eyes were shining.

This is the northeastern part of Tu Village more than 20 miles away from Tu Village, with a clear dividing line. The direction of Tu Village is green and full of vitality, while the east side of Tu Village is desolate and barren.

Lu Zeyu lay in the grass beside him, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, looking at the sky comfortably.

"Are you catching insects? Master!"

The wind smiled melodiously.

"A disciple, I am exploring the breath of heaven and earth. Have you really not done anything before?"

Lu Zeyu shook his head and said.

"Only eat, sleep and work."

Feng Youyang took out a small notebook.

The immortal descended to earth and enlightened all things. At present, I don’t know how to enlighten them. On July 2nd, the second hour of the Chen hour.

Feng Youyang asked Lu Zeyu a lot of things along the way, and Feng Youyang could only infer based on his limited knowledge on earth. Everything here may be related to these treasures that seem ordinary but are actually immortals.

"By the way, I'm sorry, Miss Cui, I wonder what you feel in your heart?"

Lu Zeyu stood up straight, looking at Feng Meiyang with clear and clean eyes seriously.

"Minmin is not as well-behaved as the surface, a little unfair, always has one set of surfaces and one set of backs, but I like it very much."

Feng Youyang stood up straight and looked at Lu Zeyu in surprise.

"Aren't you the same, isn't your master? You always come around. Can you be more sincere and less calculating between people?"

Feng Youyang smiled awkwardly and his old face turned red. He didn't expect that although this apprentice was stunned, he knew everything in his heart.

"If you want to accept me as your disciple, just say it. What were you discussing last night?"

Feng Youyang sighed.

"Advisor, the master just asked..."

Lu Zeyu stood up, took the iron lump on the side, hung the bag on it, carried it on his shoulder and left.

"Even if you don't want to say it, I'm too lazy to ask. I just need to find the road to the immortal."

Feng Yuyang walked over quickly and said all the good things. Lu Zeyu was too lazy to think about these things. Just follow the situation and count wherever he went.

"A disciple, when you finish your work, return to the sect, you will teach you something slowly. After all, you know very little about this world."

At this time, Lu Zeyu stopped and threw away the iron lumps and baggage.

"Master, I have long wanted to fight with some powerful cultivators. Why don't you fight with me?"

Feng Youyang stood there in a daze, with goose bumps on his face, and his expression was a little stiff when he smiled.

Huh? Why do you suddenly have to take action? I can't beat you.

"A disciple, I have been my teacher for several days..."

Looking at Lu Zeyu's sincere eyes, Feng Youyang put away his smile and said with a red face.

"You can't beat your disciple."

Lu Zeyu turned around and picked up the bag.

"Let's go, master, if you fool me again, our master and apprentice will leave you here."

The wind melodiously approached immediately.

"A good disciple, I will definitely know everything and treat each other sincerely in the future."

Lu Zeyu turned around and asked.

"Why do you want to accept me as your disciple? I'm just a little more powerful."

Feng Youyang's heart skipped a beat.

Alas! Calamity, disaster, you can't tell this fool, so as not to let him say something in the future and cause some unnecessary disasters.

Feng Youyang shook his head helplessly and put on a face that I didn't know.

"Disciple, I really don't know this as a teacher. I also want to know why you are born with divine power, so we will naturally know it after we study it slowly in the future."

Lu Zeyu didn't ask anything else, thinking.

Forget it, it’s better to do it first. It’s important to find the way to the immortal.

The wind melodiously looked around and looked up at the sun in the sky. The time was almost the same.

"Dog, this place is still seven or eight hundred miles away from the largest harbor in Lanshan County. We have to hurry up and hurry up."

As Feng Yuyang spoke, he held his two fingers and stroked the air. A breeze blew his sleeves. Then Feng Yuyang stepped up and stood steadily in the air.

"This is my wind-control technique. Come on, let's give a disciple."

Lu Zeyu could see that there was a uniformly rotating and flowing wind under the wind melody. He didn't think much about it and jumped up directly, but he stepped on the air and fell to the ground.

After trying a few times, Lu Zeyu gave up, Feng Youyang became anxious, and he had to rush over to handle the important matters.

"No need for master, just fly, I can run, it's faster."

As he was doubtful, the wind slowly rose into the air. He studied this wind control technique for thirty years before he succeeded. He mobilized the wind to continuously cycle with very little spiritual energy, and flew with people on their backs.

Although Panqi Sect has many mechanisms, Feng Youyang relies on this magic when going out, and only walks through the wilderness. After all, hiding his strength is the only rule to settle down in this troubled era.

"Is it OK, Master?"

Lu Zeyu asked, Feng Youyang had just nodded, and the next moment Lu Zeyu was already running out like an arrow.

Only a black shadow could be seen, and it had already gone far away in the blink of an eye. Feng Youyang had to chase after the wind group. After a moment, he was stunned.

When Lu Zeyu ran close to his legs, he would not be able to keep up. Moreover, he could accurately and lightly avoid all obstacles, even flowers and plants, and when he ran so violently, the ground was safe and without any trace.

Feng Youyang began to inject a lot of spiritual energy and followed quickly, but he could not catch up.

"Advisor...Advisor..."

In less than an hour, the master and the disciple had already crossed several mountains. The wind could not be resisted and the spiritual energy was consumed a bit violently.

"What's wrong with the master."

By a stream in the mountains, Lu Zeyu stopped and the wind sank on the ground. He had never flew so quickly, but in order to explore the mystery of the immortal running so fast and not hurting the flowers and grass ground, he had to do his best.

"After a day of rest, the journey is already half over."

Feng Youyang looked at the direction on the question diary plate and asked about Lu Zeyu's running. Lu Zeyu only answered three words, but he didn't know.

Looking at Feng Youyang with a mysterious look on his face, Lu Zeyu asked.

"Master, what are you going to do? After finishing your business, you can take me to find Tongtian Xian Road."

Feng Youyang sighed.

I started talking about it. To the east of Tianyuzhou, Tongyouzhou is across the sea, which is a dense place covered with a large amount of vegetation.

A hundred years ago, the most powerful monks at that time all ascended to immortality and fell one after another. Since then, the war that lasted for a hundred years has begun in Youzhou.

Feng Youyang used to go there with his master to practice Taoism and met a friend with similar interests. This friend later founded the Yaoliang Sect. Feng Youyang also visited several times after taking over Panqi Sect.

Just a few months ago, an old friend wrote to Yaoliang Sect that disaster had happened, and the old friend died, so he asked Feng Meiyang to take care of his daughter. He had already arranged everything before he died.

Feng Youyang's trip was to go to Yudu to pick up his old friend's daughter Liang Shiyun, who took her back and settled down first, and then made plans.

"I know, apprentice."

The wind was melodious and frowned slightly, and Lu Zeyu was playing in the stream, as if he was not listening.

"Feast first."

Feng Youyang waved his hand and some dry food sent by the villagers yesterday flew out of his sleeve. Lu Zeyu came over and pulled Feng Youyang's sleeve in surprise.

"Haha! There are still things you don't know in this world. You can naturally know everything with your teacher. There are many spaces called images in this world. You just need to learn the art of emptiness to build your own image..."

Stop it

Feng Youyang watched the sleeves being pulled and frowned slightly.

Lu Zeyu is still searching for and trying.

"Why didn't there?"

"Are you listening to me, disciple?"
Chapter completed!