Yuan Xiang'er, who finally invited her master back, resolved the top priority in her heart and felt at ease.
Since then, the flowers in the small garden have bloomed, and there are many friends.
There is often wine in the cup, and two or three of girlfriends will be enjoyed together, whispering in whispers, and knowing smiles.
Returning drunk, dreaming of the wolf river, warm tent and fragrant, whispering softly, frivolous and frivolous.
On this day, in the misogynistic courtyard, the Hydra sat on the ground and unhurriedly ate the roasted pigeon brought to him by Qingyuan. The nine mask-like faces were expressionless, showing no joy or anger.
Qingyuan rubbed his hands secretly beside him, feeling more nervous than ever. He quietly winked, and his own disciples carried into a large pot of fried perilla fry that had just come out of the pan. The fragrant and juicy frog was placed in front of the snake, and golden vertical pupils instantly appeared on the nine heads. The thick tail swept over and rolled the pot of frog in the middle of his body.
"If you are willing to come to Qingyi Sect, I can give you these every day." Qingyuan said tentatively.
"Every... every day?" The nine faces lifted together.
"Don't look like you haven't seen the world. Humans have to eat every day, and I heard that there are more than one meal. Tsk, it's very troublesome." The old man couldn't see his friend's unpromising appearance, and reminded him.
Nine snakes' eyes lit up, and couldn't hold back any longer, "Do you really eat frogs and birds cooked like this every day?"
"Of course, more than that, we can also prepare roast lamb shank, sauce beef, braised pig's trotter, yellow braised chicken..."
"Make a pact, make it, make it now." The flexible snake demon swam to Qingyuan's side, still holding his frog pot in his hand, "What do you need me to do after making a pact? I can fight very well, The entire Heavenly Wolf Mountain can't beat my demon."
His four heads were talking to Qingyuan, and the remaining five heads looked around, for fear that Nan He would hear these bragging words.
Qingyuan got the first apostle who voluntarily formed a contract with him, and was overjoyed.
Such a powerful monster does not need to be tracked for thousands of miles and fight to the death. He came to his sect calmly. None of my colleagues were injured or lost their lives because of this, but it was just a waste of money by hiring a few more cooks, which was really worth it.
The contract learned from Yuan Xianger has no ability to restrain and control demons, which is a difficult decision for Qingyuan. It also caused him a lot of trouble. He must be more careful to understand the temperament and habits of his new apostle, and be ready to defend and restrain the magic circle at any time. In order to prevent the hydra monster from running wild.
After all, taking the first step is always a good start, isn't it
"A big event happened two days ago, have you heard of it?" Qingyuan sat down at the table and asked Yuan Xianger.
"What's up?"
"Miao Dao, the headmaster of Dongxuan Sect, led the apostles into the inner realm and killed the great demon Tushan."
"Who are you talking about? Miao Dao?" Yuan Xiang'er thought she had heard it wrong. Not long ago, she saw with her own eyes that Miao Dao's vitality was severely damaged, almost to the point of exhaustion.
Miao Dao hated Tu Shan all his life, but he did not dare to enter the real world to provoke this powerful demon king. In the last stage of his life, he was desperate for longevity, and he fought to break the net, but actually killed his old enemy.
"Of course, Miao Dao didn't get a good deal either, but all the jade and stones were burned. After that battle, no one saw Miao Dao again, so I'm afraid that his disciple Yun Xuan will take over as the headmaster of Dong Xuan Sect. "Qingyuan shook his head and sighed, "My senior sister heard the news, so she was going to retreat to the world, saying that she would seek her own breakthrough there, and probably didn't plan to come back."
The curtain call of a generation, and its own fresh life has entered the tide of history.
In the deserted wilderness, Hao Han with golden eyes and one horn walked among the wild grass and rocks. He was carrying a mutilated body on his back, which was not so much a person, but perhaps a corpse still hanging with a trace of breath.
"It turns out that it's not that I can't kill it. It's that I don't dare, I don't dare to take my own life to fight it." A faint voice sounded, murmuring to himself, "It seems that I don't hate it that much. Maybe. All I've been hating is my cowardly self."
Hao Han didn't answer and walked forward.
"I... have... no power to control you, the others... have all run away, why don't you go."
"As I said, we are a family of guards and have always admired the strong. From the moment you defeated me, I promised to serve you as the master." Hao Han galloped at his feet, "The master and servant have a beginning and an end, and I will send you one. Procedure."
Hao Han ran far away in the wilderness and never heard any movement, just when he thought that the person was dead.
A mocking voice came from behind, "God treats me not too bad after all, people like me, at the end of the day, there are still..."
What else, Miao Dao did not say any more.
Haohan stopped near a human village. There was an old and huge pear tree at the intersection. It didn't know how many years it had been rooted here. .
Hao Han asked, "Is that right here?"
"Yes... there is not a single pear tree, full of fruit, yellow fruit." Miao Dao's eyes could not see, and at this moment he was unable to feel the spiritual power of the world, leaving only complete darkness in his world.
"It's spring, how can there be fruit. Only flowers, a tree of white flowers."
There is a faint fragrance of pear blossoms in the air.
Miao Dao seems to return to the season of wind and wheat waves,
"Be happy, autumn is the harvest season."
A friend I met for the first time sat on the branch of a pear tree and handed me a yellow fruit.
Hao Han heard a soft sigh behind him,
"I regret."
The pale pear blossoms fell to the ground, and no sound came from behind.
Haohan dug a pit under the pear tree and buried the dead body here.
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Time flies, several times of spring breeze, the ancient pear tree always stands in the same place, watching the world gather and disperse, I bloom and fall.
A Qingwan beauty walked under the tree with a bamboo basket on her shoulders, and beside her was a young girl who was Zhaohua Zhengsheng.
"Miss Yun, Mr. Yuan Xiao. Go home." The farmer working in the fields straightened up and greeted him.
The two are neighbors who have recently moved to their village.
They bought an abandoned roof ridge, and they didn't know how to clean it up, and it was quickly renovated to be beautiful and wild. There are even many big trees transplanted in the courtyard, one of which is the most eye-catching with its luxuriant branches and pavilions. There are also many guests coming and going, and the courtyard is lively and noisy every day.
The two have a gentle temperament and get along well. The younger one is even more of an alchemist in practice. Although he is young, he has strong mana and can exorcise evil spirits. Zhu You is very good at thirteen subjects, and the fees are mostly symbolic. People in the village like to come to look for her when they have some headaches. A few days ago, he had just cured his youngest son's night sickness.
The farmer broke off several corncobs from the field, stuffed them into Yun Niang's basket, and ran away with a red face.
Looking at the back of the curling back slowly away, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Mr. Yuan Xiao is so young, how can he think he is a fairy-like person, and a talisman is given to me, my dog's egg has been crying for many years. Look at it. You can't accept her."
The old peasant who was in the field with him straightened his back and squinted for a while, "Let's talk about an immortal person. We once had one in our village."
"Listen to my grandfathers. When I was young, my grandfather told me that there was a fairy in the village. He and her wife lived here for many years. To ward off evil spirits and evil spirits for everyone, solve problems, and protect the safety of one party. For many years. There are still people who enshrine their husband and wife's longevity ranking."
"Oh, yes, that wife's name also seems to have a cloud character."
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Yuan Xiang'er held Yun Niang's hand and passed by the pear tree with sparse fruits.
"I haven't walked this road yet, Mistress, what a big pear tree."
All girls inevitably have a love for beauty. Over the years, she has been arguing and trying hard, and finally replaced a Zhuyan Dan from the trusted headmaster of Qingyi Sect. Keep your youthful appearance forever. People look young and their hearts are young. Looking at those small fruits from a distance, I became playful and wanted to go up the tree to pick them.
"Really, how old are you, and you are still the same as your master." Yunniang looked at the pear tree and recalled the old days, "Many years ago, we used to live here, and at that time, your master also liked it the most. Climbing this pear tree. After all, the tree is old now, and the fruit is not as much as it was back then."
Yunniang and Yuan Xianger both have the art of keeping their faces, so they are not suitable for living in one place for a long time. After a decade or two, when I can't hide it, I will always move the entire courtyard away and live in another place. Fortunately, Yuan Xianger has figured out the magic of the small world of the stone table, and can put everything in the courtyard that she wants to take away into the mustard space of the stone table every time she moves. It's not too much of a hassle to move.
"Hey, why is there a tomb under the tree?" Yunniang pushed aside the grass, revealing a dilapidated tombstone buried by the grass in the messy long grass, which startled her, "Whose tomb is it? None? Alone and pitiful."
Yunniang pulled out some weeds, took out a small pot of Qiuyuebai just bought at the market from the bamboo blue, and placed it in front of the stone tablet, "I'll give this to you."
She stood up and greeted Yuan Xianger, "Go back, Axiang. Aren't they coming to the house today? Go back early and prepare something delicious."
Yuan Xiang'er seemed to have seen something, and stared at the shadow under the pear tree for a while, before barely keeping up, "Hey, here we are. Mistress."
At midnight, when everything is silent, when the soul is demon.
Yuan Xianger quietly returned to the tree.
Behind the solitary grave overgrown with weeds, a dim figure stood in the shadows.
Hollow eye sockets, amputated right arm, covered with injuries.
Just like the national teacher who died ten years ago.
"After such a long time, what can't you forget? What are you still doing here?" Yuan Xianger said to the remnant of the soul behind the ancient tree.
A low, hoarse and icy voice came from the darkness,
"A person who is full of sins like me, even if he steps into reincarnation, he will only have the fate of being beaten into the realm of beasts. Serve as slaves and be driven by others. What's the point of life, why don't you just slowly dissipate between heaven and earth."
"So you also know that what you did is sin?" Yuan Xiang'er said lightly, "My mother once told me that if a person makes a mistake, he should bear the consequences of his own."
The shadow in the dark was silent for a long time, "It's okay to say, life and death are gone, and I start all over again. I don't have the slightest memory of the past. I'm not me anymore.
Yuan Xianger took out the exquisite golden ball from her arms, "If you want to leave, I can give you a ride."
"How about you... Master?"
"Although the master is not very good, he is still alive, and there is still a glimmer of hope."
The broken ghost moved half a step in the night wind, and then slowly retreated, "If that's the case, then it's hard work."
Accompanied by the sound of the bell, the rebirth mantra rang through the night on the outskirts of the village.
A thin glow of fireflies passed through the dense branches and leaves of the pear tree, saying goodbye to the scattered fruits on the branches, and flew into the distance.
Back at the house, Nan He had already woken up.
Yuan Xianger sat down beside the bed and unfolded a page that she had just written down, "I met Miao Dao's remnant, and he gave me this."
"What is it?" Nan He stuck his head out from the warm tent.
"Recipe for refining Longevity Pill."
Nan He's eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly took the small note and looked at it.
"It doesn't work, I've already seen it." Yuan Xiang'er got into Nan He's warm embrace, "First of all, this medicine is hard to find in the world. It needs the purest and best, powerful spiritual power, and has undergone thousands of trials."
"The spiritual slough of the ancestors of the three emperors, the golden elixir of my master's washing in the spiritual cave."
"Miao Dao is such a contradictory person. He hates my master, and at the same time thinks my master is the purest and most kind person."
"Where to find something like this, don't even think about it." She hugged Nan He as much as she could and said it as pleasantly as possible, to distract him, "I was so cold after going out for a long time, so I turned out my tail and covered it with me."
The handsome man handed his most sensitive tail into her hands.
"Master can't see through life and death, and the wonderful way can't see through. There are a few people in this world who can sit back and watch the life of the person they cherish the most. I sometimes feel fortunate that it wasn't me who left first, so I don't need to leave you alone. In the face of such an unbearable moment." Nan He's hot thin lips lightly bit Yuan Xiang'er's cold ear, "But Ah Xiang, you don't have to worry about me, as long as it is your reincarnation, no matter what you become, whether it is human or not. , whether the character is different, the appearance is different, I will find you and fall in love with every one of you again."
"Just rest assured and live your life. Let me do the rest."
Yuan Xianger pressed her head against his Yuexiong front, preventing him from seeing her wet eyes, and bullied the silvery tail with her deadly hands.
For a while, in the hibiscus tent, musk spit out the fragrance,
Whisper softly and pant softly, just fight for the day and night, and let yourself be free and unrestrained.