How the fox spirit is made

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"Then Yunmian, you should be a good boss and protect our Yundong..."

In the conference hall of the Chongyang School, the white-bearded Taoist sitting in the upper seat slowly stroked his beard, and said: "I don't know why, I have a bad appetite this morning, and I can't even chew on my favorite chicken neck." ."

"I'm afraid you are not old, it's time to become a fairy." The middle-aged man sitting next to the old Taoist replied slowly.

"What nonsense! Don't tell me, that girl Xie Yifei brought those bastards down the mountain, won't she really cause me any trouble?"

"Xie girl looks carefree, she has her own measure in her heart, she won't cause trouble."

The white-bearded old Taoist rubbed his chest: "It's logical. Recently, the faction has become more and more difficult. I specially asked Xie Yatou to bring the Nine Star Thorn, and make some extra money when I go down the mountain to buy..."

"Are you crazy? The Nine Star Thorn hasn't recognized its master yet, if a drop of blood drips on it..."

"Junior brother, don't be so impatient." Although the old Taoist has a big white beard and wrinkled face, his eyes are still clear, "Nine-star thorns have been placed in our pie for hundreds or even thousands of years, and there is no such thing as an ancient one. The special change of the spirit weapon has changed, my master thinks that the Nine Star Thorn is dead, and now it is just a dagger with only an appearance to scare mortals."

"What a joke, this is the only thing passed down from our Chongyang sect..."

Suddenly, a disciple ran into the hall and said out of breath, "Master, the elder sister is back, and she was seriously injured!"

The Chongyang School is located on a mountain far from Ruyang City, and the journey is far away. The disciples on the mountain seldom go down the mountain, but for monks, decades are just a moment.

A long, long time ago, the Chongyang Sect was a well-known and well-known sect. There were countless people who set foot on the mountain to seek immortality. However, with the change of time and the rise and fall of dynasties, the Chongyang Sect was gradually classified into a sparsely populated area. Now, only the elders are left with palms. The door and his younger brother, and a handful of disciples depend on each other for life.

Xie Yifei was carried into the conference hall by his juniors and laid flat on the couch.After a night of running around, the blood on the arm had solidified and was wrapped up indiscriminately with cloth strips.Her lips were so white that they were almost ashen, and her eyes also lost their original expression. When she saw the old Taoist with white beard, her eyes lit up: "Master..."

"Oh, you damn girl, what's going on?" the old man with white beard jumped up and down in anger.

Xie Yifei slowly stretched out his right hand, holding a dagger in that hand, the blood has already drawn a wonderful rune along the simple pattern of the dagger: "...Yu, I met a little fox spirit who can only transform into a human form , stole the dagger, stabbed me..."

"Okay, okay, don't say any more." The old Taoist with white beard was so annoyed that he paced around the hall a few times, then raised his head and asked the middle-aged man, "Junior brother, what do you think should be done?"

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea calmly: "What else can I do, let Jiuxing stab recognize the master."

"After all, this nine-star thorn is... Forget it, girl, feel the connection between you and it, and take it for your own use." The old Taoist stretched out his finger on Xie Yifei's forehead, and a strange light lit up, covering it instantly. Xie Yifei and the nine-star thorn, at the same time Xie Yifei closed his eyes, as if falling into sleep.

Among the disciples, Ji Mingze came up to him and asked, "Master, how is Elder Sister? Is she really going to recognize the owner of that dusty old antique?"

The old Taoist now gets annoyed when he sees these male disciples, so he turns his head and leaves: "Tell me, you guys, why can't you protect your senior sister well? You made her a sword cultivator, and now her magic weapon is a dagger?"

"It's lawless!"

Xie Yifei felt as if he had a dream.

In fact, ever since she was attacked, she has been wandering between waking and deep sleep. When she closed her eyes, she could see a small island floating on the clouds. In the center of the island was a dry and thick old tree with withered leaves. It looked bleak, and there was a woman standing under the tree with her back turned to her.

In the process of recognizing the master, the woman opened her mouth slowly, with a voice like a bell: "...the prosperous age will fall, immortals will not be immortals, and the country will not be the country..."

Xie Yifei was startled, the woman turned around and approached step by step, but still couldn't see her face clearly, only the fairy brocade on her body fluttering in the wind.

"Who are you?"

"...I am obsession, and I am also the dead soul of the Three Living Tree..."

"……I am you……"

"Ah!" Xie Yifei opened his eyes suddenly, sweating profusely from fright.

The white-bearded old Taoist hurried over: "Smelly girl, are you all right, when the Nine Stars stabbed the Lord, did you still scare you? Or did you see something?"

"It's all right." Xie Yifei waved his hand and asked his junior brother to support her on the bed.

The old Taoist at the other end, Luo Liba, urged: "Go back and ask the younger brother to cook a bowl of ginseng soup for you to replenish your body. Anyway, we don't need it. Remember to practice hard, maybe the nine-star thorn can help you advance quickly..."

As Xie Yifei walked, she recalled that inexplicable dream. She clearly remembered that at the end of the dream, she finally saw those eyes clearly.

Those eyes were as calm as stagnant water, but there was a deep despair in them.

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Qi Qing: What am I tm doing?

Xie Yifei: What am I tm doing?

Me: I'm out of line and free to play, and I don't know what I'm writing.

Chapter 6

Six years later, Ruyang City.

The white-bearded old Taoist patted Xie Yifei's shoulder, and smiled kindly: "I have so many apprentices, but you are the most caring!"

Ji Mingze, who was following Xie Yifei, couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Today is the [-]th birthday of the head of the Chongyang School. Of course, it is only announced to the outside world that it is [-]th birthday.The birthday banquet was held in the largest restaurant in Ruyang City, Longxing Building, and almost half of the people in the city came to join in the fun. As the senior sister, Xie Yifei, the layout of the dishes and the arrangement of the tables and chairs were given by her alone. They did it by hand.

Xie Yifei randomly picked an empty seat and sat down, picked a few pieces of pastries and threw them into his mouth: "I'm hungry, go to the kitchen and watch."

"Yes, Elder Sister." Ji Mingze knew that she was lying, so he reluctantly left.

He also wanted to resist, but he was only a young disciple in the Qi refining period, and Xie Yifei had already become the first disciple of the Chongyang School to break through to the Golden Core in a hundred years with the Nine Star Thorn. Dare to confront Xie Yifei face to face.

Don’t think I don’t know, have you fasted a long time ago, how could you be hungry!

Xie Yifei savored the pastry carefully, the fragrance of Sophora japonica spread on the tip of the tongue, but the sweetness took over all the positions, and after a few chews, it made people feel sweet and greasy.

"Tsk, it's not as delicious as the one I made myself."

Xie Yifei complained in his heart about this restaurant, which is called the first floor of Ruyang, and wanted to get up and walk away. He went to the street stall downstairs to order a bowl of sour juice to relieve his tiredness. He didn't expect to glance at another dish on the wine table. , stopped.

"Fried three delicacies? What did Ji Mingze order?"

Xie Yifei hesitated for a long time, but still picked up a piece of fried three delicacies and put it in his mouth.

"The taste is not bad..."

"Father, I want that!" The little boy carved in pink and jade blinked his big eyes and tugged on the sleeve of the man beside him.

This man is also strange, obviously tall and thick, with a ferocious appearance, but there is a dozing white fox lying on his shoulder. He supports the little fox that is about to fall with one hand, and holds the little boy's small fist in the palm of the other hand.

"Eating candied haws again? No, your mother will scold me!"

The little boy lowered his head and pursed his lips, feeling extremely wronged, the grievance came and went quickly, and he fell in love with another thing.

"Daddy, I want that! I don't eat candied haws anymore, I just want that!" The little boy started shaking the man's arm again, and turned himself into a spinning top.