Introducing the female ghost Haitang into Li Wangtai's room and letting her have a good dream, Qing Huan boiled soup, feeling a little worried.
Mo Ze ran over with his fat body twisted: "Master, what are you doing? Why don't you start yet?"
Qing Huan stirred the soup with a long spoon, and then took a sip—every ghost tasted the soup differently, because it was boiled with their emotions, blood and tears all their lives, and Qing Huan tasted like white water , with a faint fishy smell. She put down the spoon, stared at the soup for a while, and finally answered Mo Ze's question like a dream: "How should I put it, the female ghost Haitang wants to win the heart of the eminent monk Xuan Ji, but I don't want a monk to be tempted by ordinary people. Although he has moved."
Moze was amazed: "Master is really compassionate!"
"... I don't think your words seem to be praising me?"
"Hey hey..." Mo Ze chuckled, feeling guilty.
"But it doesn't matter, since this is her wish, I'll do it for her." Qing Huan stood up and stretched, "It's just getting the monk's heart as a demon girl, little fat man, let's go."
Mo Ze felt that he had been struck by lightning, the master just... what did he call him? Fatty? ! How fat is he? ! Looking down at the protruding belly, Mo Ze almost shed tears, why didn't the master give him a handsome and suave body and turn him into a child? So much so that now his IQ is on par with children... Ah, he really wants to cry.
Because he killed Haitang by mistake, the eminent monk Xuanji fled to the deep mountain to practice hard. He had no intention of taking Haitang's life. The Buddha would not give up any demon in the world. He saved Haitang, but killed her by mistake. After Haitang's death, there was no news from Xuanji, and she hid in the deep mountains. It wasn't until the Devil's Cult was ready to move again that it showed up again.
Since then, Shaolin and the Devil's Cult have been completely tied up, and they will never die. The Devil's Cult lost its Left Protector, so someone needs to replace it, and this person is the leader's daughter, Zanhua. The hairpin flower should die when it is one year old, so it is not against the way of heaven.
But Qing Huan despises this name from the bottom of her heart. It's not an orthodox ethnic minority. A native of the Central Plains named his daughter Zanhua. Could it be that the leader of the Demon Cult is a waste of names? But there is an advantage to using the hairpin body. Before this, Qing Huan had never been exposed to witchcraft, mainly because she didn't like bugs very much, but this time... there are so many things in the world waiting for her to experience. Learn a little bit, just treat it as an apology for using this name.
Hairpin grew up in Miaojiang, and her mother is a saint of Miaojiang. Speaking of which, this is another epic love story. As the swordsman of the Central Plains, the leader fell in love with the saint of Miao Jiang, but the two were unanimously opposed by everyone. The martial arts in the Central Plains feared Miao Jiang, and Miao Jiang hated the people of the Central Plains, so the end of this pair of fateful mandarin ducks was the lady of the hairpin. He died, and before he died, he passed his natal Gu to his newly born daughter. The leader hated him so much that he went into evil ways. Since then, he established a demon sect, which made the martial arts in the Central Plains frightened.
For Miao Jiang, he was not close, but he did not refuse, because she belonged to his wife's tribe, so he even let his daughter stay there as a saint until Zuo Hufa Haitang died and Zanhua was sixteen years old. Only one book was edited, so she could return to her side.
Qing Huan chose the time point after the death of Zanhua Niang. At that time, Zanhua was only three months old, and she began to stay in Miaojiang to learn witchcraft from then on, while in the Central Plains, she quietly waited for things to happen. . Haitang is not dead, she will not leave Miaojiang.
Anyway, it is supplemented by fulfilling the wish, and it is true that I want to learn witchcraft. Mo Ze doesn't understand the meaning of her doing this. After reaching Qing Huan's realm, there is no need to learn anything in this world. She is already an existence that can stand side by side with the Dao of Heaven. what matters
With such a studious master, Moze is naturally full of curiosity. Many times he also wondered, is the master a god or a fairy, a Buddha or a demon? But he couldn't get the answer, he always felt that she was both, but she was neither. Probably because my realm is not enough, so I can't understand the existence of the master at all, right
Time flies, Qing Huan has spent nearly sixteen years in Miaojiang, and finally can set off to return to the Central Plains.
Hairpin Hua's mother, the previous saint, was a serious person, cold as ice all year round, and never had a moment of warmth for anyone except her father. Everyone in the clan said that it was because the saintess practiced witchcraft and cut off all emotions and desires, that's why it happened. If it wasn't for the appearance of Zanhua's father, Zanhua's mother would have become the best saint in history! Every time the big witches think of it, they can't help but sigh.
But Qing Huan alleviated their regrets, because she was more talented than her mother, a rare genius once in a hundred years! Not only that, but she is also sweet and lovely, and very popular. She is obviously a noble saint, but she has no airs at all when getting along with her clansmen, so she is very popular.
When Qing Huan received a letter from her father and was about to leave, the always serious witches all cried!
Although they have only been together for 16 years, Qing Huan likes this group of Miao people who are conservative but simple and amiable, especially when she got on the horse and left, the big witch with the longest beard and the whitest hair secretly wiped tears Well, don't think she didn't see it.
Qing Huan likes to be with sincere people. It would be great if everything in this world returned to its original nature.
Ah, the most important thing is that she has to go back to the Devil's Cult to meet the father of Zanhua, who is also the leader, so that she can make a name for herself.
Maybe she was dressed in a strange way, so she was targeted as soon as she stepped into the border of the Central Plains martial arts. There is no way, all the chivalrous women in the Jianghu are dressed in heroic or majestic majesty or fairy air, but her long black hair is tied into a ponytail, she wears very Miaojiang-style costumes, and she wears a string of small silver bracelets on her hands and feet. Bell, as soon as you walk, the crisp sound is particularly eye-catching.
She is also very beautiful, with a high nose and deep eyes, her facial features are more three-dimensional and deeper than those of Central Plains people, and her skin is also whiter, so she is even more eye-catching.
And Qing Huan herself also pays great attention to playing this role. After walking on the street for a while, she suddenly smiled. Originally, she wanted to find an inn to stay in, but there were so many inns along the way that she didn't know which one to choose, but when she saw this one, she decided to stay without saying a word.
Why do you want to ask? Because this inn is called "go out to play the inn".
As soon as you step into the lobby, everyone's eyes are on you, friendly, curious, evil, malicious, heavily guarded... in short, everything that one expects to find. Qing Huan didn't seem to notice it, and the oncoming Xiaoer didn't seem to notice that she was dressed strangely, and greeted her warmly with professional ethics: "Is the girl a top student or staying in a hotel?"
"Of course I'm staying in a hotel. Please give me a room." She said with a smile.
She smiled very cutely and sweetly, with a strange appeal, and Xiao Er responded with a smile: "Okay! Come to a good room!"
Qing Huan followed Xiao Er stepping on her feet, gently shaking one hand, and the crisp bell rang in the lobby. Before leaving, the big witch stuffed her with a lot of exotic flowers and herbs, medicinal materials and jewelry. She found a pawnshop and pawned some of them as soon as she entered the Central Plains. Now there are not many things, but a lot of money. Otherwise, you can only make do in the barren mountains.
She doesn't feel sorry for herself.
Briskly followed Xiao Er to the room, ordered a few more dishes for Xiao Er to deliver to the room, Qing Huan carefully took out a bamboo tube, and poured out a soft, chubby and colorful dish from inside. small bug.
She really doesn't like bugs, but after sixteen years, she got used to hating bugs, and after learning witchcraft for a long time, she even began to think these bugs are cute!
This little fat bug was accidentally discovered by her when she was gathering herbs, and she took it back to hatch because it was fun. Who knew that such a fat thing would hatch. Most of the things in Miaojiang are highly poisonous, but the little fat worm has no toxicity at all. Not only is it not, it can also restrain the world's strange poisons! Qing Huan had tried it on it a long time ago, this guy is not afraid of any poison, even the big witch's natal Gu, and he doesn't know why. No one knew what it was called, so Qing Huan decided to name it Little Pang Chong.
Hearing the name, Mo Ze sneered twice. Could it be that the body of the hairpin was used, and the blood of the hairpin is flowing with the blood of the leader, and even the owner has become a waste of name
The appearance of the little chubby bug is a mystery, and Qing Huan has not seen a similar species to it in these years, presumably it is the only one, the Central Plains martial arts are full of talents, maybe someone knows it. But there are countless creatures in this world, who can guarantee that they can know all of them
And it's better to have fewer little things like Xiaopang Chong, who are against the sky. Rare things are more expensive, and more are worthless.
The little chubby worm eats everything, but green vegetables are his favorite. Sometimes Qing Huan thinks it looks like an undeveloped cabbage worm.
While feeding the chubby worm, suddenly, there was a commotion outside. Qing Huan opened the door curiously and peeked out. It turned out to be a group of nuns in pink and white robes. I don't know what kind of fabric that robe was made of, it was extraordinarily elegant and light. A group of young nuns stood together, although they were bald, but because they were wearing monk hats, it was not against harmony. On the contrary, it is because of their youthful beauty that they are particularly attractive.
The inn is full of people from the rivers and lakes, and everyone has a love for beauty, especially this group of little nuns who are all beautiful, delicate and soft, can they not be excited? It's just that the middle-aged nun at the head looked cold, expressionless, and full of evil spirits, so no one dared to provoke her.
"Master, let's stay here for one night today, and go on our way tomorrow!" said a beautiful nun next to the middle-aged nun.
It is really destined to meet from thousands of miles away, isn't that the white moonlight in the heart of the eminent monk Xuanji!