Feng Mobi is the youngest son of Fuxi Feng. He is also the smartest one of the generation of Fuxi. Feng Qianniyin allowed Feng Mobi to inherit Fuxi in the future, and he devoted all his efforts to Feng Mobi.

It is precisely because Feng Qianni had high hopes for Feng Mobi that when Feng Mobi was young, he sent Feng Mobi to Kunlun Ruins.

That was the happiest period for Feng Mobi. But it was the most annoying period for Bai Luo.

Bai Luo hates children very much. She is used to living alone in Kunlun Ruins. A creature like a child is thousands of times more terrifying than a ferocious beast. I don’t know what Feng Qianni and those who are thinking. My children don’t care about themselves, but they just sent them to her Kunlun Ruins for her to discipline. I always think that strict teachers can produce high disciples, and I don’t think about how dangerous it is in Kunlun Ruins.

In addition to Feng Mobi, there were also Jijunlan and Jiang Qinghan who were sent to Kunlun Ruins. Although Zhurong and Shennong also recognized Fuxi's growth in Kunlun, they did not want their children to lose to the Feng family.

Bai Luo still remembers the day when Feng Mobi, Ji Junlan and Jiang Qinghan were sent to Kunlun Ruins.

Bai Luo hated children very much, and she slept with intentional or unintentional. Feng Mobi, Ji Junlan and Jiang Qinghan stood in the small bamboo forest outside Kunlun Ruins for two hours.

Of course, there are their respective parents standing behind them.

It was only after the sun was three o'clock, Bai Luo remembered that yesterday, Feng Qianni had sent someone to Kunlun Ruins, saying that the young master would be sent to Kunlun Ruins today. Bai Luo looked at the sun outside the window and woke up at the hour of the year.

When Bai Luo came out of the small bamboo forest, he saw three people called Kunlun Third Young Master. At that time, all three were just half-year-old children. Feng Mobi was a little older than Ji Junlan and Jiang Qinghan. Although Feng Mobi was not as sculpted as Jiang Qinghan, his facial features were deep, and he could see that his bones were excellent at a young age.

Bai Luo looked at Feng Mobi with appreciation. After all, children with good muscles and bones can resist beatings, and it is more convenient to discipline them. They are not like Jiang Qinghan's little coward, but their eyes are red and they seem to have just cried.

No wonder Jiang Qinghan wanted to cry. When he was young, Jiang Qinghan made the world. Because he looked like a pink ball, he came to Kunlun Ruins by himself.

Bai Luo didn't even ask which child he was, so he kicked him into the pit of Kunlun Ruins. When Jiang Qinghan rolled down the demon-suppressing pit of Kunlun Ruins, he looked like a small ball, and Bai Luo thought it was quite fun. But now Jiang Qinghan has grown up, and he is not as curled up in a ball like he was when he was a child. Bai Luo is quite regretful about this.

Unlike Jiang Qinghan, Feng Mobi was a little arrogant when he looked at Bai Luo. After all, as the young master of Fuxi, his status was higher than that of Jijunlan and Jiang Qinghan. In Kunlun, the three major clans of Fuxi, Shennong and Zhurong were the masters, and Bai Luo was the general. In terms of reason, Bai Luo should bow to them.

Of course, Bai Luo never had the intention to salute them.

When Concubine Luo walked out of the small bamboo forest, Feng Qianniu spoke: "I thought we were coming too early. Later, when I thought that the Emperor Jianwu Shen asked the three children to wait and let them know the superiority of the master and apprentice, this is excellent."

Bai Luo looked at Feng Qianni and silently spit out two words in his heart - "hypocrisy".

Bai Luo looked at Feng Qianni with a cold face: "No, I've slept."

Feng Qianniu was suppressed by all his words, so he was so frustrated!

However, Ji Junlan's mother Jiang Nanshuang was pleased: "Jinwu Shenjun, Junlan is really a naughty, and we have no choice but to send Junlan to Kunlun Ruins." Jiang Nanshuang looked at Ji Junlan and bit her lip, and then continued: "Junlan gave it to the God Lord, no matter what happens, it is Junlan's own fortune."

Jiang Nanshuang is Ji Junlan's mother and Jiang Qinghan's aunt. Ji Junlan is not only the young master of Zhurong, but also the fiancee of Feng Mobi who has already been decided.

Ji Junlan did not have the arrogance of Feng Mobi, nor was as timid as Jiang Qinghan. Her eyes were watching the little bamboo forest rolling around. There were occasionally two wild beasts roars behind the little bamboo forest, and her face suddenly showed an excited look without any concealment.

Bai Luo coldly glanced at the three people with different personalities: "Come in. You three live in the house. If you cut bamboo into your own. If your hands and feet are slower, you can only stay in the bamboo forest tonight."

"You!" Feng Mobi has been living a rich life since he was a child, so how could he have suffered such neglect?

Bai Luo was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he turned around and walked back into the small bamboo forest: "By the way, I will sleep until the hour of Si every day, don't bother me."

Feng Mobi was angry and didn't even make a fuss, but Ji Junlan followed in the little bamboo forest first. Ji Junlan turned around and looked at Feng Mobi: "Can you know how to build a house yourself, right?"

Feng Mobi glared at Ji Junlan angrily and walked in.

Only Jiang Qinghan refused to follow him into the small bamboo forest. Jiang Qinghan's father Jiang Lian said no matter how he persuaded him, Jiang Qinghan didn't listen. Instead, Jiang Nanshuang was so arrogant that he took Jiang Qinghan's arm and threw him into the small bamboo forest.

Jiang Qinghan twisted his mouth and wanted to cry. Seeing Ji Junlan and Feng Mobi looking at him, he held it back and followed Bai Luo into Kunlun Ruins with grievance.

The small bamboo forest is on the edge of Kunlun Ruins. Even if there is a little wind and grass, the bamboo leaves in the small bamboo forest will keep ringing. So no matter if someone comes in or a ferocious beast runs out of Kunlun Ruins, Bai Luo can hear it.

The small bamboo forest where Bai Luo lives does not look like a god at all. It is a lonely small stilt house. There is a table, a chair and a couch on the second floor of the stilt house. It’s that simple.

There were several jars of wine on the first floor of the stilt house. Bai Luo took out a jar of wine and patted the lid open, reached out and gently whipped it. Suddenly, a strong wind pressed down a bamboo. Bai Luo carried the jar of wine and lie on the curved bamboo and drank wine on his own.

Ji Junlan looked at Bai Luo with a smile and said, "God, your trick is beautiful, can you teach me?"

Bai Luo glanced at Ji Junlan coldly. This girl looked good, and she looked like her mother. Zhurong was generally born with a strong and broad face. It would be fine if she was a man, but if she was a woman, she would not look very good. Fortunately, Ji Junlan did not follow her father.

Bai Luo said calmly: "Do you want to learn?"

Ji Junlan nodded with anticipation. Bai Luo lowered his head and glanced at Ji Junlan: "Little girl, don't build a house quickly. You can only sleep in the bamboo forest tonight."

Ji Junlan looked at Bai Luo proudly: "Then can we make a bet?"

"Make a bet?" Bai Luo's eyes flashed. Ji Junlan, who had to bet with her for so many years, was the first one. "What are you betting on?"

Ji Junlan looked at the sun: "If I built my own hut before sunset, can you teach me this martial art?"

"Okay." Bai Luo responded lightly. Zhurong forged the world's magical weapons and built a small bamboo house. However, time was a little tight before sunset.

Seeing Bai Luo agreeing, Ji Junlan turned around and walked into the bamboo forest. Feng Mobi stood aside and watched Ji Junlan talk to Bai Luo, with an obvious expression of envy on his face, but he did not dare to talk to Bai Luo.

Ji Junlan looked at Feng Mobi and said sly: "You are not allowed to peek when I was studying!"

Feng Mobi looked at Ji Junlan coldly and left without saying a word.

Ji Junlan looked at Feng Mobi's stinky face and suddenly became angry: "Jiang Qinghan, let's go, I'll help you cut bamboo."

Bai Luo looked at the three young girls and tasted a sip of wine. When was she as old as them, and what she looked like, she didn't even remember at all.

Bai Luo lay on the bamboo, closing his eyes, but listening to the movements in the bamboo forest.

The bamboo is extremely tough and looks slender, but it is actually difficult to cut off. If you had not mastered certain skills, the bamboo cut down when it was dark would only be enough to make a bamboo raft, let alone build a room.

At first, there was a messy sound of cutting bamboo in the bamboo forest. Gradually, the sounds had a regular sound. Bai Luo curled the corners of his mouth and smiled gently. These children were not as stupid as they were when they first met.

Ji Junlan is worthy of being the daughter of Zhurong. He quickly learned how to cut down bamboo quickly and effortlessly. Moreover, Ji Junlan and Jiang Qinghan were working together, and soon cut enough bamboos for them to build a cottage.

On the other hand, Feng Mobi knew that he was not good at the trick but refused to ask Jijunlan for advice. He cut the bamboo with his brute force, and when the sun was about to set west, there was no enough materials to build the house.

Ji Junlan not only quickly mastered the trick of cutting bamboo, but also built a small bamboo house before sunset. Like Bai Luo's small bamboo house, it is a small stilt house, even more exquisite than Bai Luo's. The windows also use finer bamboo to make orchid patterns.

Ji Junlan ran to Bai Luo cutely: "God, do you think I'm doing well?"

Bai Luo praised: "Not bad."

"Then you have to teach me how you sleep on that bamboo?"

"Okay, it's late tonight, I'll teach you tomorrow."

"Okay!" Ji Junlan happily went to help Jiang Qinghan build his small bamboo house.

On the other side, the bamboos that Feng Mobi cut were of different lengths. Seeing that the sun had already set, he still didn't make it.

Ji Junlan couldn't help but say, "I'll help you."

Feng Mobi was so tired that he was sweating all over. The clothes woven by Tiancan Silk were soaked with sweat and were stained with mud. Feng Mobi said angrily: "No need!"

Ji Junlan said in a hatred: "Who still wants to ask for help?"

Bai Luo looked at Feng Mobi's back and smiled faintly: "It will rain heavily tonight."

Feng Mobi walked into the small bamboo forest as if he didn't hear it.

At night, Feng Mobi finally built a simple small bamboo house. It was not the stilt house built by Ji Junlan, but just four pillars and a roof, surrounded by sparse bamboo, which could block the wind and rain.

But he underestimated the storm of Kunlun Ruins.

Once the rain falls in Kunlun Ruins, it is like a hole breaking in the sky. The heavy rain pours down like a waterfall, making the sound of a small bamboo house beating drums. The sound of the wind is like a beast roaring through the mountains, and it is like the beasts of Kunlun Ruins escape from Kunlun Ruins.

The rain made the small bamboo house annoying, and the wind seemed to have to swallow the small bamboo house alive. In this weather, Bai Luo didn't like to stay in the small bamboo house. He jumped out of the small bamboo house alone and stood on the tip of the bamboo forest. No matter how the wind made the bamboo sway, she stood firmly on the bamboo leaves without realizing it.

Those three children who have just arrived in Kunlun Ruins have never seen such wind and rain? Whether it is Tianchi, Kunlun Xuanpu, the 12th floor of the Five Cities or the Fire Mountain, if they encounter such wind and rain, they will definitely invite Xue Huo to drive away the wind and disperse the rain.

But Bai Luo felt that the world should be like this, so why do you have to work hard to change it?

The three children's understanding of the world is just the fine clothes and food of the fairy world, and the flattery of the little fairy.

The worst one is Feng Mobi. His house was originally simple, but now it almost dispersed by the wind. The roof seemed to be able to block the rain, but in fact he tied the bamboo pole in the wrong way. The rain fell into his hut like a broken line. The four bamboos supporting the roof were almost broken, and they didn't care about this one or that one.

Feng Mobi looked up at Bai Luo standing on the top of the bamboo forest, and was half admired and half unwilling to accept it.

Ji Junlan opened the window and shouted to Feng Mobi: "Feng Mobi, come to my room first!"

Feng Mobi reached out and steadily stopped the bamboo pole head without looking back, "No need." He was still cold. Ji Junlan knocked and closed his window: "It seems that someone owed you!"

Bai Luo lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Mobi. The spoiled child was quite angry. He was angry, but he never complained. In comparison, Jiang Qinghan seemed to be the spoiled one.

The wind and rain stopped until dawn. Feng Mobi struggled all night, soaked all over, his clothes were covered with mud, and his shoes were filled with water, but at least he kept his ragged bamboo house.

The wind and Mobi were struggling all night, and as soon as the rain stopped, he curled up in his dilapidated and water-stuffed hut and fell asleep.

Bai Luo walked back to his small stilt house, slept until the time of Si, and when he got up, he smelled a fragrant smell of white porridge.

Ji Junlan had already served white porridge for Bai Luo in the yard: "Shenjun, the white porridge has just been cooked."

Bai Luo picked up the bowl and tried it: "Good, what did you use?"

"Didn't it rain last night? The water for the porridge is picked from the bamboo leaves." Ji Junlan looked at Feng Mobi as he spoke.

Bai Luo said calmly: "Don't you call him?"

Ji Junlan's face turned red: "Who wants to call him?"

It happened that Feng Mobi woke up at this time. He was stunned when he woke up. Ji Junlan's cloak was covering himself and put on his dirty clothes.

Jiang Qinghan quickly scooped a bowl of white porridge from the kitchen: "Feng Mobi, come and have some porridge."

Feng Mobi said impatiently: "No need." After that, he lifted Ji Junlan's cloak, walked out of his hut, and walked into the small bamboo forest.

Jiang Qinghan looked at Feng Mobi blankly: "This is what Ji Junlan has been able to stay for the whole morning."

Feng Mobi paused, but still walked into the bamboo forest without looking back.

Ji Junlan took the bowl from Jiang Qinghan's hand, poured the porridge back into the pot, and said angrily: "Who wants to give it to him!"

Bai Luo was drinking the warm white porridge and listening to the sound of chopping bamboos in the bamboo forest, he gently smiled.
Chapter completed!