Night Talk Hundred Stories

With a sudden leap forward, he knocked Immortal Baicao back a few steps, he did not attack after knocking away the person, but stood in front of Lancao and arched his body, full of threats.

Immortal Baicao could see it clearly, maybe Qinghe was raised by this guy, so that's fine, since he had such a vicious guy guarding him before he completed his cultivation, it also saved him from other troubles.

He stood up straight with his waist supported, and glared at Hei Lang, "Little white-eyed wolf!"

【roll! 】

Hei Lang bared his teeth and showed his claws.

Immortal Baicao couldn't help laughing when he saw his posture like this. It was the first time he saw a wolf guarding the grass after living for so many years.

He threw the little jade bottle in his hand to Hei Lang, knowing that the other party understood what he said, so he continued on his own: "Since you have spiritual roots, don't waste them—you must know that the spiritual energy of the world can be absorbed For those who are cultivators, all the nectar in this bottle has been poured into Qinghe, and now his spiritual consciousness has been opened, so he can take good care of him every day, which can help him cultivate."

【understood. 】

The black wolf grabbed the jade bottle in one bite, but he didn't give in at all. His eyes glowed with a faint green light in the slightly dim cave, which was very scary.

"What a wolf!" Immortal Baicao glared at him, turned around and slowly walked out of the cave, the black wolf just stared at him closely, and had no intention of attacking him.

When the aura of Baicao Fairy disappeared completely, Hei Lang turned around, put the bottle in his mouth aside, stuck out his tongue and licked the slightly trembling leaves of the orchid grass, "Qinghe, you used to have a name, Qinghe, Qinghe ..."

He muttered in a low voice, the warm breath sprayed on the blades of grass, the tender green blades of grass moved and shrank back as if they were afraid of tickling.

Hei Lang bent his eyes slightly, took a few steps back, and the blades of grass stretched out again. He was amused, so he stretched his head forward again and called out in a low voice, "Qinghe."

Sure enough, the blade of grass shrank into a small ball again.

The breath around Hei Lang's body softened, the corner of his mouth opened an arc, and he touched a bunch of grass blades with the tip of his nose, "I won't bother you anymore, okay?"

The blades of grass unfurl slowly.

Hei Lang knew that his baby had spiritual consciousness, and he was happy in his heart, but he didn't know how to express it, and he didn't dare to run out of the cave to have fun, he was afraid that someone would come to covet his baby while he was not paying attention; Foolishly circling the orchid grass, lowering his head from time to time to smell the other party's quiet fragrance.

Qinghe is originally a fairy grass in the sky, and it should be more peaceful and serene than mortal bluegrass, but since it sprouted, it has been loved in every way by the half-grown black wolf at that time, and the black wolf takes good care of it every day, so it is now the beginning of enlightenment. On the contrary, the little guy is very dependent on Hei Lang, even if he was teased by the other party just now, he is not annoyed, and has a very obedient temper.

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Hei Lang has already enlightened his spiritual wisdom, and got advice from Baicao Immortal, so he has become more diligent in his cultivation day by day, and the aura in his body has become more abundant day by day, taking care of Qinghe every day, his life is not so bad. Very leisurely.

Cultivating immortals is a long time, but with the snap of a finger, hundreds of years have passed in this world, and the day when the black wolf transforms into form is getting closer.

The black wolf was originally a beast, and when it transformed into a human form, the first catastrophe was ushered in. The black wolf knew that the catastrophe was no small matter, and he should have chosen to go through the catastrophe near his own cave, because he was usually there This practice is full of aura, and it can help him avoid fatal injuries if necessary, but he was afraid of hurting the little bluegrass in the cave, so he found another mountain top, the terrain is open, and he will not hurt innocent people.

Today's Qinghe no longer needs Hei Lang to water him every day, and he can absorb water from the air by himself, so Hei Lang can leave with peace of mind; it's just that if someone with a higher cultivation level comes to hurt him, Hei Lang He bit his own front paw again, dripped his own blood near the bluegrass, leaned down, stretched out his tongue and licked the green and slender grass leaves lightly, and said, "Stay at home by yourself, I'll take care of you." Be back in a few days."

The blade of grass was originally shaking and playing with him, but immediately stopped moving after hearing this, Qing He communicated with him with spiritual consciousness, and a clear voice immediately rang in Hei Lang's mind: "Where are you going?"

Hei Lang immediately said: "My catastrophe is approaching, I want to find another place to overcome the catastrophe."

Qinghe has been cultivating for these years, although he has not received any guidance from immortal masters, he is not ignorant, and his voice is somewhat eager: "Why do you want to leave here? You practice near the entrance of the cave every day, why do you want to find another place to cross the tribulation? "

Hei Lang lowered his head, rubbed against him lightly, and comforted him: "Although there is enough spiritual energy near the entrance of the cave, it is not wide enough. I have to find an open place to cross the tribulation, so as not to hurt innocent people."

"...Oh." Qing He responded sullenly, the little leaves drooped, and soon straightened up, bending a nice arc, "Then you will come back after you pass the catastrophe."

"It's natural."

Seeing Qinghe relying on him so much, Heilang was very happy in his heart, couldn't help but soften his voice to respond to him, and gave him some careful instructions, and at the end, he was still in the mood to joke with him: "What kind of human figure do you like?" , I'll change into someone you like."

Qinghe was amused by him and laughed: "I don't know what looks good." After thinking for a while, he said: "I heard from Shu Er that there is a kind of fat man with big ears among the people outside the mountain. I have never seen a fat man. Would you like to become fat?"

——The unlucky mouse who taught the black wolf how to grow grass. Later, the black wolf found out that he was the son of the mouse king. But looking at his thin and small body, the black wolf really felt that the life of the rat clan was not very good.

He had no idea that since Shu Er knew that the black wolf disliked him for being too thin and refused to eat him, he deeply felt that this was a good way to escape, and he never had a full meal since then...

"..." Hei Lang was at a loss for words. Transformation does not use mana to transform into a human form. Generally speaking, a monster transforms into a human form based on its own body. Hei Lang's body was originally a vigorous figure, so it is naturally impossible for him to be a fat man after the transformation.

Otherwise, use magic power to become a fat man?Hei Lang frowned, thinking so.

Seeing that the black wolf in front of him really showed a thoughtful expression, Qinghe laughed softly, "I like whatever you look like, fat and thin are the same."

Hei Lang also laughed in a low voice, he didn't care about his appearance after transformation, but if Qinghe could like it, that would be great.

Hei Lang's attitude towards Tianjie is so relaxed, not because he doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, but because he knows that it is extremely easy to resist the transformation of Tianjie with his current cultivation base, but the power of Tianjie should not be underestimated. With so many worries, I'm afraid that if Qinghe is hurt, it will be too late to regret.

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It has been two days since Hei Lang set foot on this hill, and he only opened his eyes on this day, and found that the sky above his head was strange.

However, in the early morning, the sky faintly reveals the luster of gold and red meeting each other, entangled with each other and circling the sky. He arched his body, concentrated his spiritual energy on his dantian, and said silently in his heart: Here we come.

Sure enough, in just a moment, that golden light pierced through the red clouds, crossed the sky, and fell straight towards the mountain where Hei Lang was. Looking from a distance, it was as dazzling as a shooting star.

Hei Lang raised his head, let out a long howl towards the sky, and caught the thunder without avoiding it. The golden light was like a sharp blade, and immediately cut through the skin on Hei Lang's back, and the warm and bright red blood soon Then the fur was soaked, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Hei Lang's eyes, and he quickly mobilized the breath of his dantian to heal his wound. As soon as the bleeding stopped, the second thunder fell straight on Hei Lang's head!

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