A Rong doesn't know what it means to fade away and return to the original, and she doesn't know what thick ink is as good as sparse shadows. She just thinks that this person in front of her is really good-looking, better than any one she has seen before.
Fox spirits are originally a group that pays attention to skin appearance. Even if they are possessed and put on human skin, they will not choose those who are crooked and cracked. In addition, fox spirits themselves are good at charm, and their appearance after being possessed by fox spirits will always be Unconsciously change, become more handsome or prettier.
But A Rong has never seen a similar person who can be like this person.
She gave a small wow: "Did you use the skin of the emperor's grandson?"
How could it be so special otherwise.
"This is my original appearance." The other party said.
A Rong tilted his head: "Then why have I never seen you?"
She was not wary, after all, this person saved her, and she had the same aura on her body.
"I am a loose cultivator in the mountains near Shangzhou. I was formed by lightning disaster. It has been hundreds of years since I traveled in the mountains and passed by. I couldn't bear to see the same kind of suffering, so I came to the rescue." The other party said slowly, his temperament was outstanding and he was close Xian, unlike ordinary fox spirits, A Rong believed it almost without any entanglement.
Hundreds of years of cultivation, she has also experienced thunder calamity, and was transformed into a human form by the essence of heaven and earth. I don't know how much higher the fox spirit is, and it can be called the ancestor of the fox spirit!
A Rong looked up with admiration and saluted respectfully: "A Rong pays respects to the seniors."
Jiufang Changming was unfathomable, with a smile that was not a smile. He received her salute An Ran, and his demeanor made A Rong more and more trust the other party's words.
"Dare to ask what the old senior is called?"
Chang Ming paused for a moment, "Chou can do it."
A Rong wondered: "Why is the surname Zhou? Does our fox clan have a surname?"
Changming's face didn't change: "I happened to see a family calling themselves Zhou when I was going down the mountain. I thought I was a lost traveler in the mountains and was very hospitable, so I used their surname."
A Rong nodded and asked curiously, "How about that?"
He casually said nonsense: "Everything born in nature has a place to return. What a human can do, a fox spirit can also do it, where spirituality is all-inclusive."
So arrogant!
A Rong was once again amazed. She was trembling with fear, and she didn't know where to put her hands and feet. However, this body was weak and sickly. She was injured just now, and she ran furiously to the side. On the broken tile, a hand supported her in advance.
"What are you doing together in Hongluo Town?"
A ray of infuriating energy poured in, and A Rong felt that the pain in his limbs seemed to be relieved a lot in an instant.
But it was a little strange, she vaguely felt that the real qi did not seem to come from her own clan, but it had the breath of her own clan. A Rong attributed it to the fox cultivators like Senior Zhou, who used the spiritual qi of heaven and earth as the medium. Naturally, they were not the same as the wild foxes. , was soon accepted.
"Sister Huafan said that there are experts here who can provide us with inner alchemy and the cultivation of living people's essence, as long as we obey orders."
"Do what? Killing people in town?"
"Yes..." A Rong lowered his voice, "I don't want to kill people, but I have to listen to Sister Huafan. She is very kind to us."
"Who is the master?"
"I don't know, I haven't seen it before. That person always wears a black robe, doesn't show his face, and never speaks in front of us, but Sister Huafan is very familiar with him, so we only call him Young Master."
Black robe, no face.
Chang Ming thought of Mr. An who broke into the pharmacy to fight with them. The other party was from the yamen. Xing Zhaotou respected him very much. Could it be that he colluded with the fox spirit
"Then have you got Neidan?"
"I got it. I am young and junior, and I got the smallest one. They said that after the event is completed, they will give me a good skin bag, so that I can live in the world openly and be a real person in the future."
Although fox spirits have some magical powers that mortals do not have, they also envy that mortals can live in the world with magnanimity and enjoy all kinds of firewood, rice, oil, salt, joys, sorrows and sorrows that mortals have at their fingertips. The dream goal, many fox spirits can't survive the calamity and cultivate their human form all their lives, they can only put on human skin, or possess people, and use this to walk the world.
Arong Yuemo was the most unsuspecting of the fox spirits, and even spit out a red elixir and spread out his palm for Changming to see.
The red pill is only the size of a grain of rice, but it is not Hu Xiu's inner pill. Chang Ming took a closer look and sniffed out a familiar spiritual power.
This pill... was made by refining the spirit of the cultivator, and it should have been refined into pills after the death of the cultivator, which was divided into many parts, and this little girl was assigned the smallest one.
Seeing that he was silent, Arong couldn't help but ask curiously, "Senior, is there something wrong with this pill?"
"No problem." Chang Ming looked back, as if nothing had happened. "Why did you choose such a body?"
A Rong swallowed the inner alchemy back.
"I don't want to kill people. This little girl's family is poor. Her parents wanted to sell her for food, but she starved to death. Soon after she died, I used it. They all laughed at me instead of looking for a better one. Garbage, but I, I…”
Her originally hesitant tone became firmer when she made eye contact with Changming.
"I want to be the same as my predecessors, relying on my own cultivation to become an adult, instead of using other people's skins for the rest of my life!"
Chang Ming was silent for a moment: "Of course this is the right way, but your cultivation will become very hard, hundreds of times more difficult than your kin."
Arong nodded: "I can."
When she said I could, she seemed to be eager to prove herself, but she was decisive, as firm as ever.
In Chang Ming's memory, there seemed to be someone in front of him once, who said in a determined tone that he could—
In the mountains of swords and seas of fire, I am also willing to follow Master, and I will die without regrets.
Changming was a little stunned.
At that moment, many images seemed to flash through his mind, but they were too fast to capture.
A familiar figure slowly appeared in front of him, the name was on his lips, and he almost blurted out, but he couldn't remember it.
The man seemed to glance at him, turned around and slowly walked towards Jiuzhongyuan, towards that predetermined destiny. Since then, he has lived in it for many years, no one is a ghost or a ghost, and even because of this, demonic energy has entered the body.
But the other party never said a word of regret.
The burning pain on the back of the hand ignited again, and this time it seemed to spread rapidly upwards, and soon there was a dense numbness in the heart.
Chang Ming couldn't even tell whether it was the pain from the fox poison attack or the reaction when he remembered that person.
Is that person Yun Weisi
"Senior? Senior?"
From A Rong's point of view, this senior Zhou was motionless and seemed to be in some kind of daze, but as soon as he called out, he quickly woke up.
He asked A Rong, "When will you have a chance to meet that son?"
A Rong shook his head: "I don't know either. Usually, Sister Huan will call us when she has something to do. Actually, I'm a little afraid of Sister Huan. Although she is very powerful, I don't know why, I always get scared in front of her. I can't say enough..."
She suddenly stopped and looked out of the house, as if listening intently.
Chang Ming also followed the sound and turned his head, but couldn't hear anything.
"Sister Painting Fan is calling us!"