Got revenge after wearing the wrong Shura field

After coaxing most of the night last night, the little fox fell asleep.

In order to deal with the wound and the filth on his body, Ji Rufeng worked until late at night, but he lay on the bed for a while, and the sky turned bright.

Thinking that the little guy only ate one meal yesterday, he had to drag his tired body up early in the morning, yawning and making breakfast.

Unexpectedly, the wound on the fingertip hadn't scabbed yet, and one of them didn't pay attention, the moment it touched the cold water, it was so painful that most of the sleepy bugs ran away.

"Hiss! Terrible." But he got used to the pain, Ji Rufeng skillfully handled the ingredients, and originally planned to make noodles, but he suddenly thought of it.

The little fox is half the size of the original, so wouldn't it be a baby in human form?

So he made red date porridge, peeled the red dates, boiled the meat until soft and then crushed it, then added some brown sugar to change the taste, it smelled quite good.

"Get up and drink porridge~" Ji Rufeng put the porcelain bowl on the table, went into the bedroom to wake up the little fox who was still sleeping, "little fox, get up, eat the porridge before going to sleep."

The little fox woke up once when he was leaving. After all, he was lying next to him, so it's strange that he didn't notice it...

"What's the matter?" Ji Rufeng walked over to it and asked, "Is it because you have no strength, or I will hug you?"

No!The little fox trembled, no matter how weak he was, he had to forcefully stand up, walked to the dining table and stopped, turned into a child and sat on the chair.

"Eh? Your human form isn't affected?" Ji Rufeng was making the bed behind, so he took a step back. When he came out, he was surprised to see him sitting at the table drinking porridge.

Fu Lin naturally ignored him, sipping the porridge, the bowl soon ran out, and he shook the bowl at Ji Rufeng.

"you still want?"

Still nodding, but the little fox rarely asked him for food, Ji Rufeng took the bowl, went to the kitchen to fill a spoonful and came back.

"What do you want to eat at noon?" He planned to go out to buy some spiritual fruits that were sold last time, and he could buy some ingredients he wanted to eat by the way.

Fu Lin only opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Oh! Forget that you can't speak yet." Ji Rufeng suddenly realized, went back to the room, took a pen and paper and handed it to him.

But it's also strange. I can write but can't speak. Is there something wrong with my vocal cords?I usually hear the little fox roaring, what is the fox screaming like?

Ji Rufeng wandered around, thinking about his imagination, Fu Lin had already written and handed it back.

He wrote on the paper: spiritual fruit, spiritual fruit, spiritual fruit, spiritual fruit... Countless spiritual fruits.

If it weren't for Ji Rufeng's sharp eyes, he would hardly be able to see the two small words at the end of the densely packed words - grilled fish.

"Do you want grilled fish?"

The little fox didn't expect him to be able to see it like this, so he hesitated, but nodded.

"Simple, remember to write larger words in the future, I almost didn't see it." Ji Rufeng folded the paper and put it in the layer of his jacket, "As for the spiritual fruit, I will buy it for you if you don't write it."

"But before that, I need to ask you a question."

The little fox frowned, feeling unhappy, he knew it was not that easy.

"What...is the devil energy in your body?" Ji Rufeng held back these words for a long time, thinking that it might not be a happy memory, but if he wants to heal, he must know the reason.

book.The little fox pointed to his chest, Ji Rufeng understood, and took another piece of paper back, carefully probing: "Would you like to say?"

What is there not to like?Fu Lin took the paper and began to write.

Anyway, what I told you is not true.

This time, the little fox wrote very well. Ji Rufeng read it all the way, and asked it suspiciously: "You mean you accidentally fell into the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons and inhaled the miasma while you were running away?"

The little fox clenched his fists, very sure.

"That's weird..." Ji Rufeng rubbed his chin in wonder, "If it's just miasma, it shouldn't affect it so deeply, and it even makes you grow bigger and smaller during the attack."

[I was also bitten by a monster. ] The little fox added this sentence on the paper.

"Warcraft? That's possible. I'm afraid that what you met was the leader of the Valley of Myriad Demons—Xue Mao."

Ji Rufeng looked at it worriedly, "In a while, I'll take you to the Valley of Medicine. The great energy there learns the skills of healing, and it shouldn't be difficult to get rid of the evil energy."

Medicine Valley... Fu Lin shook his head as he thought of the elder who had been half disabled by his beating.

"Don't be nervous, the illness will definitely be cured." Ji Rufeng comforted him, seeing that Fu Lin wanted to say something else, he directly took back the paper, "Take a good rest, when I come back, there will be grilled fish to eat."

But before he went, he had to do one more thing, that was to pick out a book of experience and techniques suitable for beginners, and add a few special sword techniques from it, so that he could take it out with him.

On the street, the stall owner I met yesterday came as promised, with a smile on his face, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Ji Rufeng sighed, and stood in front of his booth.

The stall owner was just about to open a stall to sell goods when he saw a shadow appearing from the corner of his eye. Looking over, he quickly recognized him, and the smile on his face was even bigger. "Why did you come so early, Xianchang! I just set up the stall."

After saying hello, he asked, "Yesterday you asked me if I would be here today. What's the matter?"

Ji Rufeng felt resentful, and could only tell the truth: "I came here to ask you, can you sell me the spiritual fruit that I sold to you yesterday?"

The words were a bit forgiving, the stall owner couldn't understand for a while, and after he had stated several times in his mouth, he widened his eyes, "You mean, you want to go back to those top-grade flexibles from yesterday?"

"No, I'm just exchanging something with you." Ji Rufeng corrected him, just about to take out the book in his cuff.

The stall owner's face changed drastically, and he asked him as if he couldn't accept it: "You said you sold it to me! How can I change it back?"

Ji Rufeng knew the importance of the spiritual fruit to this father, so he wanted to explain to him again, explaining that the effect of what he gave this time was more effective than the spiritual fruit.

"You heard me, I want to..."

"Stop talking!" The stall owner suddenly interrupted him, yelling so that the passers-by around looked over and heard him say: "You are a fairy who asks for the Tao! How much do you need for such a small item as a spirit fruit... ...Why do you want to grab something with a half-useless mortal like me? My child does not have the full support of the family, so I finally got this treasure..."

The rest was the stall owner's accusation that lasted for half an hour. During this period, Ji Rufeng's lips squirmed, trying to say something, but finally turned into a sigh, and left under the abuse of the stall owner.

The people around him pointed at him, but it was nothing. Ji Rufeng's headache was that he couldn't fulfill the little fox's wishes.

Although the spirit fruit can last for a while, he found that this kind of spirit fruit is very rare in the world, and he only found out after checking the medical books.

This is the ultimate tonic fruit.

Also because of its many benefits, it is often only circulated within the big sect, and if you want to buy it, you have to find some ways.

He put down his medical skills, went to the owner of the bookstore, and asked, "I don't know if seniors accept privately created experiences and spells?"

The owner of the bookstore is a cultivator in the foundation-building period, and he didn't show a strange expression when he heard his words, but asked him carefully: "Young master, do you have a sample for the old man to take a look at?"

Ji Rufeng originally planned to ask after a few days when he was fully prepared, but today he brought some out, so he went ahead and asked about it.

"Yes." He handed over the book that was originally intended for the stall owner. "This is only part of it. I haven't decided on the rest yet."

"Okay, let me take a look." The bookstore owner took the book he handed over with both hands, originally with the attitude of reviewing it, but from the first sentence, he read it ignorantly. There was a wave of heat, which vaguely foreshadowed that it was about to break through the first floor.

The boss was horrified, and almost lost the book in his hand, knowing that he had met Da Neng, and just this one sentence made him... If he looked at the next one.

Ji Rufeng interrupted him, and smiled lightly: "Senior, don't watch too much at once, some of the later ones don't mind you watching now."

"Your junior understands." The bookstore owner responded with lingering fear. He really read a little now, but he was not sure, "Are you sure you want to put these in the bookstore for sale?"

Ji Rufeng nodded without any hesitation, "I'm sure."

"That's really..." The boss looked at him with admiration, and sighed, "Senior has a big heart, and he will be able to cultivate the righteous way as soon as possible, just look at the sky with a smile!"

Ji Rufeng was ashamed: he is not that great, he just needs money.

But he didn't have the habit of breaking people's beautiful fantasies, and he followed what the boss said.

"Fortune in the world is what those of us who ask for immortality have our share."

Putting down a vague sentence, the boss wanted to respect him as the boss.Ji Rufeng quickly declined, only asking him not to reveal his identity.

Someone asked, and they said it was a dream. They dreamed of being blessed by an immortal. The next day, they picked up a broken book on the road and dared not hide it.

"Excuse me, I'll send the rest in a few days." Ji Rufeng was worried about buying fish, and finally told him: "Don't worry about copying books, and don't call other people. Only then did I copy it into the notebook."

"Yes, yes, yes." The boss didn't say anything other than agreeing. He really couldn't do copying books, and it would be fatal to ask someone else to do it.

After solving this matter, Ji Rufeng searched the market for a long time but couldn't find any fresh fish, so he left the town, intending to catch some fish in the mountains outside the town.

If all goes well, we should be able to go home before lunch.

There is a mountain peak more than ten miles away from Lianxi Town, unlike Fengtuo Mountain, which has a small village dozens of miles away, and Lianxi Town is two hundred miles away.

The mountain is not too quiet, no matter in the morning or evening, people often come here to practice, and Ji Rufeng heard the sound of footsteps several times.

He found some remote trails, trying not to disturb others or cause trouble for himself.

I searched again, but there was no stream, only a pond was found, the water in the pond was green and not very clean.

Ji Rufeng wanted to search again to see if he could find a lake or stream, because the water flowed more inside and the fish were healthier.

Turning around, he was just about to leave.

A few figures suddenly flashed out of the grass, wearing dark clothes and holding a big knife in their hands. Their cultivation base is around the middle stage of foundation establishment. With the same clothes and weapons, they should be thugs of a family, or... killers.

"Tsk." Ji Rufeng thought they had made a mistake, but when he moved a step to the side, the direction of the big knife also changed accordingly. No matter what, the tip of the knife had to be aimed straight at him.

"Well, can I change it for another day?"

As soon as the words were finished, the figure flickered, Ji Rufeng's eyes reflected the sharp reflection of the knife, and suddenly, several big knives slashed straight at him.

"..."

Unlike yesterday, the sun was abundant today, and there was no sign of a change in the sky at noon.

Ji Rufeng rushed back to the yard some time before the sun came into the sky. He clutched his shoulders and dragged his body. He didn't intend to find the little fox.

But at the moment when the door was pushed open, he saw a small figure sitting inside the door, and it was only a hair away from pushing the door to hit it.

The scale is really tightly controlled, Ji Rufeng thought.

There was a flash of dodge in his eyes, he stopped on the spot, he didn't know whether to retreat or advance, so he could only ask: "Little fox? Are you waiting for me?"

The little fox didn't speak, but raised his chin slightly, as if he wanted to sweep him all over.

Ji Rufeng let go of his hand uncomfortably, enduring the pain and wanted to pass by it, but the little fox blocked the way after he took a few steps.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Ji Rufeng wanted to apologize to it, so he said, "I was delayed by some things on the road, it's getting late, don't you want to eat grilled fish? I'll make it for you. "

After he finished speaking, he didn't care whether the fox was in the way, and rushed to the kitchen quickly, as if he was really in a hurry to cook for it.

The little fox was left behind. It looked at the blood dripping all the way from its eyes, and followed into the kitchen with strides.

After dealing with the little fox, Ji Rufeng's brows were stained with color, and he lifted his collar to reveal the savage slash on his shoulder, and he could vaguely see the white bones in the flesh and blood.

On the way back, he specially bought a black cloak to put on. Now that he was home and the little fox was not around, there was no need to hide it.Throwing away the cloak, a large area of ​​the snow-white outer clothing was dyed red, and when you twist it with your hands, you can still squeeze out blood.

Ji Rufeng's face was pale, and he felt a little exhausted, so he propped himself on the stove with one hand, panting heavily, and took out herbs to apply to the wound.

The hem of the clothes was pulled suddenly, and a small hand appeared in the perspective.Turning around, what I saw was Fu Lin's tender and delicate face.

It was as if he was asking a very ordinary question, and his voice was soft and mature with an inappropriate tone.

He said, "Taowu, who hurt you?"