I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Han Ze also left for Yunqitai.

But it came back soon.

He went to buy fish.

They are all mature fish and can be eaten at any time.

Various fresh and lively spirit fish were put into the lotus pond.

Originally, Little Lotus was quite bothered by it.

No one likes to have another thing appear in their own hotbed that will absorb nutrients.

But when she heard Han Ze say that he could give her grilled fish, she immediately agreed.

He was still lying on the lotus leaf, staring at the group of spirit fish and counting them carefully.

Mu Yiqiu is still in seclusion.

But Han Ze also brought back a piece of news about her.

"Fellow Daoist Mu has made it onto the Heavenly Prodigy Rankings, ranking 100th. All the cultivators in the Eternal Domain are discussing this right now."

One hundredth place means the last place on the list of geniuses.

Ning Ruan felt that with Mu Yiqiu's personality, she would not be happy.

Even ninety-ninth is fine.

A hundred would probably make her mad.

Although Ning Ruan really wanted to see her angry to death.

But he didn't bother her at this time.

When he has nothing to do, he unfolds the scroll and adds a bold and colorful stroke to the dying elder of the Xuanshui clan.

She was painting when the Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator came back.

This time the painting is of a person.

It's just that her painting skills were so poor that she drew a few people crookedly on that ancient and gray landscape ink painting, which had its own artistic conception and charm.

There are men, women, young and old.

They stumbled toward the elder.

The man said nothing, but just kept putting the firewood on his back on the elder, making her breathless.

The woman loosened her already messy hair, took out an ink-colored comb and combed her hair.

But because of Ning Ruan's painting skills, the woman's arm was only connected to her body by a little flesh.

She couldn't exert any strength at all.

Not only did he fail to comb the elder's hair, but he also made it even more messy.

The old man tremblingly took out a shriveled steamed bun, also outlined in ink, from his arms and forced it into her mouth.

The children surrounded her, clapping and laughing as she looked muddy and disheveled.

He sang an off-tune ballad in a childish voice, the lyrics were unclear but full of sarcasm.

The elder was too tired to curse anymore.

She wanted to scold, to drive him away, but the sound she made was weak and hoarse.

The Mo people seemed not to hear and continued to repeat their actions.

The cold firewood pressed down on her soaked body.

The black steamed buns that looked extremely disgusting seemed to never end and were constantly stuffed into the mouth.

The children's laughter pierced her eardrums sharply...

This kind of mental torture made her collapse far more than physical pain.

How could these... things that weren't even human beings bully her like this?

Ning Ruan looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction.

After painting several times, she felt that her painting skills had improved significantly.

Whenever Sandie sees her, he has to praise her for being great!

Under Ning Ruan's instructions, the formation was opened by the small lotus.

The nine-tailed female cultivator followed behind her leader. After seeing the content of Ning Ruan's painting out of the corner of her eye, she silently mourned for the elder of the Xuanshui tribe.

It's too awful.

This has completely become a tool for Ning Ruan to play with.

If she were in their shoes and were treated like this, she would rather die.

"It's this painting that even Shui Qianyun and the Xuanshui clan elders can take it in?"

The Nine-Tailed Girl was complaining in her heart when she heard the indifferent voice of her leader.

Her heart skipped a beat and she sent a message frantically, fearing that the leader would seek death.

The leader must be more powerful than Shui Qianyun.

But who can be sure where the limit of this painting lies?

Ning Ruan slowly raised her eyes and looked curiously at the cultivator in front of the Nine-tailed female cultivator.

He was dressed in a black robe and looked more like a middle-aged human.

Human body and bat wings.

Well, it's a familiar race.

She asked with a smile, "Are you from the Blood Bat Clan?"

The leader raised his eyebrows but did not answer, as if silently questioning, isn't this obvious?

Ning Ruan tilted her head while holding the small golden pen. "Do you know Black Wing?"

The leader said, "Although I am no longer considered a member of the Blood Bat Clan, I have heard of the destiny of my clan."

"I also know that he is dead. You killed him when he sneaked into your human race's Yunshan secret realm."

"That's why you reached number 82 on the Tianjiao Ranking for the first time. Of course, I didn't quite believe this news before, but now it seems that perhaps the Tianjiao Ranking's judgment was correct."

"Although you were only at the seventh level at that time, and Black Wing... was at the thirteenth level."

Cough cough cough... Although I know that what the leader said must be true, but these facts, said in this way at this time, really sound like flattery.

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator dared to think but not to speak.

But I just feel that the leader is using a very high-end method of flattery.

She worried for nothing!

Ning Ruan didn't know what the Nine-tailed female cultivator was thinking.

She didn't feel the same way.

Others may not know about the killing of Black Wing, but how could she not know?

That was entirely due to the fact that she fell into a dream about Changsheng Village.

In that dream, even those above the thirteenth realm would have to kneel.

Not to mention Black Wing, who was only at the thirteenth level at that time?

She tapped the scroll gently with a small golden brush, and the scroll rolled up on its own. "You seem very interested in my paintings?"

Honestly, yes... The leader smiled, but what he said was: "This spiritual weapon is beyond its grade, I believe everyone will be interested."

Interested in owning.

Rather than being sucked in and feeling it.

"Hong Xiao has already told me that Fellow Daoist Ning is looking for me."

Hongxiao is naturally the name of the Nine-tailed female cultivator.

After spending several days together, Ning Ruan also knew the other person's name for the first time.

I originally thought that I would find a temporary companion for the Xuanshui tribe elder to stay with today.

Unexpectedly, the rumored leader of the Wuyin bandits had no intention of attacking her.

This makes the elders of the Xuanshui tribe seem even more reckless.

Ning Ruan decided to add a few more people to her party in the evening to make it more lively.

"What do you say, Senior?"

For someone who is not prepared to attack him, Ning Ruan is still willing to add the word "senior".

As long as the other party makes a move, the senior will die.

The leader didn't say anything, but just glanced at Han Ze, who was silent and had a very low presence.

He glanced at Little Lotus, who was still lying on the lotus leaf and concentrating on counting fish.

"Are you sure you want to say this here?" he asked.

Ning Ruan actually felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

But after thinking about it, she pointed at Little Lotus and said, "Then Senior, just don't let her hear it."

The implication is that except for the Lotus Fairy, everyone else can listen.

The leader curled the corners of his lips, and a look of surprise seemed to flash across his rather sinister eyes.

next moment.

He raised his hand and waved.

He looked in the direction of the little lotus and said, "I will temporarily block your five senses and release them for you later."

"..."

The little lotus lying on the lotus leaf suddenly looked up, rubbed his eyes with his hands, and scratched his ears.

Basically, I am sure that I can neither hear nor see anything.

She stomped her feet in anger, then turned into a stream of light and flew back to the largest lotus leaf in the center.

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator was still struggling with whether she should leave as well.

Ning Ruan had already spoken: "Since you know what I want to do, you still come to see me. Do you have a way to help me kill the King of Beiying?"