Don't move, say goodbye! [Quick Transmigration]

He trotted back to the inn with the fox in his arms, and as soon as he rushed through the door, Tan Qiao grabbed the guy and asked for a cage.

"It's better to be made of iron, the stronger the better! By the way, don't overfill the chicken!"

The body of the thousand-year-old monster turned out to be a fox that was just the size of his arms. An hour ago, Tan Qiao couldn't even imagine it.

After instructing the buddy, he rushed back to the room in a few steps, and first threw the time bomb in his arms on the bed.

True Monarch Fengwu was only injured internally, but the snow fox seemed to be seriously injured and dying. His snow-white fur was covered with mottled blood. If it wasn't for the slow ups and downs of his body, Tan Qiao would have suspected that it was already a dead fox.

The time for a stick of incense is not long, Fengwu Zhenjun asked him to use the soul-locking spell to lock Xuehu's consciousness, which indirectly proves that without this soul-locking spell, he can't suppress it at all with the soul-locking spell alone. A thousand-year-old monster.

"Soul-locking spell... Is there any practitioners in this inn? Why didn't any of them come back?"

Tan Qiao wants to cry but has no tears.

He even forgot Yujian, let alone other skills!

I killed a hundred-year-old snake demon by myself. It stands to reason that his own strength is not bad, maybe he is still very strong, so the master will leave it to him to finish it...

I don't know if Master will be able to see himself for the last time when he comes back.

"hurry up…"

The time spent waiting for the cage felt like years, and Tan Qiao stood tremblingly by the door.

The middle street was already some distance away from the inn. Seeing that it was almost time for a stick of incense, the staff finally delivered the cage up.

"Master Dao, this is the back kitchen who locked up wild dogs..."

"Trouble!"

Before the other party could finish speaking, Tan Qiao took over the cage and closed the door. After quickly throwing the unconscious fox into the cage, he fastened the iron lock firmly.

But a stick of incense is much faster than expected.

As soon as his fingers left the iron lock, the dark golden light faintly lit up under the candlelight, and the fox in the cage opened his eyes without warning.

Even if the thousand-year-old monster degenerates into a little fox, the violent aura belonging to the monster still fills the cramped house instantly. Even at that moment, pain flashed in the fox's eyes, and his frail body twitched endlessly.

Locked by a pair of deep and dark golden beast eyes, Tan Qiao's hands and feet were cold, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat. She was no longer as eloquent as she was when she was arguing with the peddler, but her teeth were chattering faintly.

He didn't know what to think, but his mind went numb, and he greeted the thousand-year-old monster with a smile on his face.

"...you wake up, wake up."

Sheng Zhao supported the fox to stand up, raised his paw and waved lightly, the iron cage was cut neatly like tofu, and with two loud bangs, the iron cage was swept to the ground.

"...!"

Tan Qiao's heart trembled, and she immediately took two steps back. If she wasn't on the second floor, she might have jumped out of the window by now!

He couldn't stop calling for Master in his heart, and he never missed him so much at that moment.

Sheng Zhao just moved half a step, his ears twitched, and he staggered down on the wooden table again, his brows and eyes full of pain.

Bright red blood flowed out from the wound on the abdomen, and soon stained the table red.

"What kind of merciful and compassionate Bodhi came to the world, it's so fucking ruthless!"

Talking Fox!

What did he really say...?Is that the language of monsters?

Tan Qiao, who had never seen the world, was stunned for a moment, and quickly warned: "You better be honest! My master is downstairs, you are injured, and I, I don't want to take advantage of the demon!"

"Take advantage of the demon's danger?"

Hearing this, Sheng Zhao laughed sarcastically, and this action touched the wound again, causing his expression to be a little ferocious.

Tan Qiao, who had been paying attention to him all the time, turned paler when he saw this, and pulled out his sword reflexively.

Xuehu was seriously injured, and the Yaodan was almost shattered by Feng Wu and others, and his cultivation directly dropped to a hundred years.

Different from the breathless and dangerous atmosphere in Xiangyulou, even Tan Qiao could sense that the current Xuehu was so weak that it was beyond recognition.

"What? The priest wants to kill me?"

Sheng Zhao still maintained the posture of lying on the table, but the three tails behind him flicked irregularly a few times, and his tone was as playful as when he was a peddler.

He looked at the cold light sword, then slowly shifted his gaze to Tan Qiao's face, swallowing the bloody breath welling up his throat.

"Just you?"

Tan Qiao's throat choked, and smoke was pricked by the mockery in his eyes: "What's wrong with me! A few days ago, I killed a snake demon with a cultivation base of hundreds of years!"

After all, Tan Qiao was a little afraid that he would take it seriously, and added in a vague way: "And my master is downstairs! Master can kill you in an instant!"

"Is it?"

Sheng Zhao tilted his head and coughed out a mouthful of blood, and said with a sinister smile, "Unfortunately, if the Taoist priest was also in the Xiangyu Building just now, I'm afraid he wouldn't dare to say that."

When he grinned, the fox's white teeth were covered with blood, and the white hair on his chin was also stained with bright red, making him look particularly oozing.

"What's the meaning?"

Sheng Zhao didn't answer, but jokingly said with sideways eyes, "But since the Taoist priest is so powerful, why did you run away just now? If your master is really powerful, why did you allow those hundreds of monks to stain Xiangyu Tower with blood?"

Tan Qiao couldn't believe it: "You mean those monks are all dead?"

Sheng Zhao smiled more cheerfully, the blood splattered to the end of his eyes smudged with stars and charms.

"Yes, there is no whole body in death, the Taoist priest is really fateful."

The scorching volcano in his chest makes it difficult to breathe, and only seeing Tan Qiao's vibrating pupils and trembling eyelashes when he is afraid can he feel a little refreshed.

After laughing, Sheng Zhao felt bored again. He looked away, not wanting to talk nonsense with him, and staggered towards the window.

"Go away!"

As if she didn't hear his voice, Tan Qiao's eyes were empty, and her surroundings were like ice.

More than 100 people died, just in the Xiangyu Building...the place that is separated from him?

If he hadn't been pushed out by his master, would he have also become a member of the Red Mansion?

"Tan Joe, get out of my way."

Seeing the embarrassed fox crawling up to him with a serious expression, Tan Qiao asked in a daze, "Aren't you going to kill me?"

As soon as these words came out, Sheng Zhao became ashamed and angry as if he had been touched by Ni Lin: "You really think I dare not kill you?!"

Tan Qiao was taken aback, and quickly argued: "I didn't!"

This kind of ferocious and bloodthirsty monster clearly saw that his strength was low, so he didn't release his killing intent on him. He just asked by chance, but he didn't expect to anger this fox!

"I'll say it again, get out of the way!"

Unlike True Monarch Fengwu, Tan Qiao valued her own life more than common people.

So without saying a word, he quickly backed away, exposing the window.

In the end, neither of them expected that Sheng Zhao finally climbed to the window, and when he was about to kick his legs and jump out, the wound was torn open by this action.

Under the extreme pain, Sheng Zhao became unsteady and fell straight out.

"Hey...!" Tan Qiao hurried to the window to check.

In Frost City, where the snow had not yet melted in the first month, a small snow-white fox fell into the snow, with bright red spots scattered around him like plum blossoms, and the fox was completely silent.

Did you faint?

A thousand-year-old monster, it seems like this...

The fox was lying alone in the snow, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. Tan Qiao was not a person full of sympathy. If the fox was in human form at this moment, he would definitely not care.

But it was a fox not much bigger than a puppy, with smooth and soft fur.

At the entrance of the inn, he watched from a distance for a long time, and finally approached slowly, picked up a branch and poked the fox.

"Hey, are you dead? If you don't run away, my master is really back."

"It's better to guard the forbidden area than to die."

"...What does a thousand-year-old vixen look like? It can make the seniors of the Mahayana period mesmerized. Let me see."

The last question is the key, probably because of amnesia, Tan Qiao is very curious about everything, especially for magical monsters that can change into human form.

He looked at this snow fox as if he was looking at flowers through a fog. Apart from the mask, he always felt that there was something else behind him. Now that the monster was unconscious, he dared to speak out boldly.

After half a stick of incense, the fox did not wake up, and Zhenjun Fengwu finally came back.

Tan Qiao was still keeping a safe distance from the fox. When she saw the master from a distance, she quickly picked up the fox and went up to him.

"Master! Are you okay?!"

True Monarch Fengwu's face was pale, but he didn't seem to have any external injuries, at least he was much stronger than the fox with a big hole in his stomach.

"It's okay to be a teacher."

His gaze fell on the unconscious Sheng Zhao, and Zhenjun Fengwu asked in a deep voice, "He's still awake?"

"Woke up and fainted again." Tan Qiao answered honestly.

"After casting the Soul Locking Curse, his consciousness will be the same as that of an ordinary fox. You first take him back to Jiuchong Mountain and hand him over to Tang Ling. During the journey, you can re-cast the spell every three days."

Tan Qiao digested Zhenjun Fengwu's meaning for a while, and thought he had heard it wrong: "I...first? Master, what about you?"

"I want to go deep into the snowy region to find Linyan."

Seeing Tan Qiao's panic, Zhenjun Fengwu patted his head with the attitude of an elder, and told him in a warm voice: "Snow Fox Demon Pill has been retrained in Nirvana, and his cultivation will recover soon, so you have to hurry up." Hurry back to Jiuchong Mountain, you know?"

In the cold Frost City, the warmth seemed to flow from Master's palm to the bottom of his heart.

Tan Qiao was in a trance, and a strange feeling of nostalgia appeared in his chest. He wanted to touch his chest, but he grabbed a handful of soft white hair in his palm.

"Master, Master! I can't...!"

Tan Qiao suddenly came back to her senses, and stammered: "Otherwise, you can go back to Jiuchong Mountain with me first, in fact, I haven't used the lock yet..."

Having said that, Tan Qiao's face froze suddenly when he noticed something strange in his arms.

"Little Qiao, I believe in you as a teacher."

Even though he was injured internally, Zhenjun Fengwu remained patient and gentle: "Zhenjun Ziyue has received news that there has been a change in the imprint on Linyan's body, and I must go to save her immediately."

If something really happened to Linyan, even if the bet between the two was aboveboard, with Zhenjun Ziyue's protective character, he might not let Tan Qiao go.

Ziyue Zhenjun couldn't do anything on Jiuchong Mountain, but Tan Qiao had already reached the Nascent Soul stage, and sooner or later he would go to travel outside the mountain, not to mention the opening of Langya Paradise and the imminent riots in the demon world.

Thinking of this, Feng Wu looked at the youngest and most gifted disciple in front of him, and sighed slowly.

"After returning to Jiuchong Mountain, you go to Lingqiu to retreat for ten years, and don't get close to Anghuo Peak for the time being."

Throwing him a storage ring containing many precious treasures, Zhenjun Fengwu brushed it between Xuehu's neck, and the red rope on the sword tassel wrapped it around Xuehu's neck in a blink of an eye.

"The foundation of cultivating the Tao lies in self-cultivation, Xiao Qiao, don't act impulsively."

After completing this series of actions, Zhenjun Fengwu brushed Tan Qiao's head with his big hand again, ignoring the treatment of his injuries, Yujian disappeared between the sky and the earth in the blink of an eye.

Tan Qiao's voice was almost crying: "Master...!"

When Zhenjun Fengwu's aura completely disappeared, Sheng Zhao slowly opened his eyes, and removed the claws tightly clasped on Tan Qiao's left chest.

Pulling the paws towards the red rope around the neck, the beast-like movement was inconvenient, after a few attempts, Sheng Zhao grinned and gnashed his teeth, turning a blind eye to the wound on his abdomen that was getting bigger and bigger.

"Dog priest! Not only destroy my cultivation, but also dare to seal my human form!"

Blood soon stained most of Tan Qiao's clothes, and the fox in his arms was getting weaker and weaker. After struggling for a while, he finally gave up, cursing 'dog Taoist' or something repeatedly in his mouth.

Then, that pair of fox eyes stared at Tan Qiao awe-inspiringly, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.

It was so complicated that although Tan Qiao couldn't understand it, he was even more sure that he might have an enmity with this fox.

"You, send me back to the Snowy Land."

Sheng Zhao didn't let Tan Qiao take off the rope around his neck.

His cultivation has not yet recovered, and Feng Wu has not gone far. He is worried that there will be a brand mark on the rope, and Feng Wu, who noticed the abnormality, will go back and forth, so that he will really fall into desperation.

"if…"

After a moment of silence, the master walked away, knowing that he had nothing to rely on, Tan Qiao's expression was dull and blank, and her introversion was not as frightening as before.

He asked awkwardly: "If I insist on taking you back to Jiuchong Mountain, will you kill me?"

He lost a lot of blood, his thousand-year-old cultivation was gone, and now even his human form was sealed, so there was no need for the Soul Locking Curse. Now Sheng Zhao was no longer as good as an ordinary fox, but he couldn't show it.

At least not in front of Tan Qiao in this world.

"meeting."

Raising his paws to grab the clothes on Wen Nuan's chest, Sheng Zhao closed his eyes, then looked up at the familiar face close at hand, and smiled wryly.

"Daoist, since you want to kill me so much, you must die for me."

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