Legend of the Cultivation God

Chapter 111: Beast Paradise

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Seeing that the old tree spirit was still in the form of a spirit body one moment, but actually turned into a human face and spit at the next moment, Xiao Hua couldn't laugh or cry, and hurriedly persuaded: "The matter is over, don't be too sad when you are old, you should go back quickly and take care of these geese." Goose beast, heal the injury of the fire spirit beryllium beast!"

Xiao Hua's words didn't matter, and it brought back sad memories of the old tree spirit. He couldn't help but scolded again: "Speaking of the Fire Beryllium Beast, isn't it the Fire Spirit King who suffered a thousand knives, the Fire Beryllium Beast? I just wanted to get close to him, but he actually wounded the Fire Beryllium Beast. It’s been almost a month, and I can’t do anything about it. If it weren’t for the golden-thread ghost fungus in Yunmengze, the Fire Beryllium Beast wouldn’t be able to survive. !"

The more the old tree spirit spoke, the angrier he became, his withered figure trembled rapidly, and the white beard on the face of the transformed man also swayed in the wind.

"Golden Ghost Face Fungus?" Xiao Hua listened, and felt his heart move. In the night when he first entered the Immortal Realm, he once encountered a fight between the Qingyun Leopard Beast and the Earth Jue Bear. A thing that is several feet in size and covered with gold-threaded ghost faces was smashed. There is sweet juice in the thing, which is very good for the healing of the spirit body.

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua hurriedly took the thing out of the space, and asked: "Old man, are you talking about this thing?"

"Ah??" When the old tree spirit saw it, his face showed ecstasy, and he screamed, a dry branch was thrown from him, and he snatched the thing from Xiao Hua's hand at once, and said, "It's just... this thing !"

Seeing that the old tree spirit came to snatch it, Xiao Hua knew it was the golden ghost face fungus, so he let the old tree spirit take it away, at this moment he smiled slightly: "Since this is the case, senior, then this thing is going to save the fire spirit beryllium beast, junior farewell! "

"Hey..." Seeing Xiao Hua turning around to leave, the old tree spirit was a little anxious, pulled out another branch, pulled Xiao Hua's arm, and said, "Don't worry, little friend."

"Is there anything else senior?" Xiao Hua turned his head and smiled slightly.

"No...it's okay!" The old tree spirit stammered a little, and said in a low voice, "Old... the old man was a little anxious just now, please forgive me."

"It's okay, it's okay!" Xiao Hua waved his hand, comforting, "This junior got it occasionally, and it's useless for the juniors to hold it. It's best for the senior to use it to save the fire spirit beryllium beast. After all, it's also a life!"

Hearing that his eyes were bright, the old Dryad pulled out another branch, pulled Xiao Hua's other arm, and said anxiously: "Little friend is very right! Even if it is a spirit beast, it still has one life! Then...that, Little friend, you come with me, I can't take your golden-threaded ghost fungus for nothing, I will exchange it with you for the money crystals used by your human immortals."

"Hehe, that's unnecessary!" Xiao Hua refused, "You should save those Qian Jing for the Fire Spirit Beryllium Beast!"

"Then...then I have some eggs of spirit beasts here, why don't you pick one or two?" The old tree spirit said again, "I am not willing to give these eggs of spirit beasts to others. Treat the spirit beast well, so I thought of giving it to you."

"Spirit beast eggs?" Xiao Hua's heart moved, and he asked in a low voice, "Does senior know how spirit beast eggs hatch?"

"Hey..." the old tree spirit heard it, and said proudly, "In the entire Yuanling Mountain, everyone who knows how to hatch spirit beast eggs, I will be the second, and no one dares to be the first!"

"Hee hee, since that's the case..." Xiao Hua said with a smile, "The junior will go with the senior, the junior really has something to ask the senior for help!"

Knowing that he could help Xiao Hua, the Old Tree Spirit was also very happy, and said: "Little friend, don't call me senior anymore, just call me a busy old man!"

"Hehe..." Xiao Hua said with a smile, "Since that's the case, it's better to obey orders than to be respectful!"

"Very good, very good!" The busy old man was very happy, took the Golden Ghost Mushroom, and took Xiao Hua to the cliff.

The busy old man had a very good impression of Xiao Hua, and he said while walking that just after flying down the cliff, Xiao Hua already knew a lot about the busy old man. It goes without saying that Mangsou is an old tree spirit, but this old tree spirit is different from other spirits. He is a spirit who is obsessed with cultivation and loves mountains and rivers. Mangsou likes monsters very much. He usually takes in injured or unwanted monsters. He also raised some monsters and built a home for them, called Spirit Beast Paradise.

Xiao Hua flew down the cliff with the busy old man, facing an abyss of more than one hundred thousand feet, there was a gust of wind howling under the abyss, and gusts of wind blew, Xiao Hua's already unstable baby body began to shake.

Mangsou didn't notice it, he pointed to the mirror-like stone wall in front of him, and said, "This is the old man's spirit beast paradise, please come in..."

After finishing speaking, the busy old man's spirit body rushed in in a flash, Xiao Hua smiled, and was about to go in, when the old tree spirit suddenly showed a big silly smile on the rock wall: "Sorry, little friend, I forgot you are Human race, wait a moment..."

After hearing this, Xiao Hua had no choice but to stop his figure. After a while, a dead wood emerged from the smooth rock wall. The dead wood exploded from the middle, and layers of textures like annual rings bloomed from the inside to the outside. At last, a quaint bamboo door was condensed on the rock wall, with a sound of "Zhila", the bamboo door was pushed open from inside, and an old man stood at the door with a cane in his hand, and said with a smile: "A friend comes from afar. Also say?"

For a moment, Xiao Hua's head was full of black lines, he didn't know how to answer, he didn't expect that the busy old man would give him such a trick, but Xiao Hua thought about it for a while, looked at the bamboo door, and said with a smile: "A bamboo door Open in the middle of the mountain, the garden is full of cool breeze blowing people's faces, no matter where the guests come from, the old and busy old man greets the fairy with a smile."

After Xiao Hua finished speaking, the busy old man was stunned, he stared blankly at Xiao Hua, a pair of withered yellow eyes turned sharply, it looked like two blisters that were running around, it was quite weird, after a while, the busy old man took the Hesitantly and cautiously asked: "Little friend, I dare to ask you, where is this poem written? Which sage was it written by? How come there is the name of Xiao... Xiao Ke in this poem?"

Xiao Hua couldn't help laughing, and pointed to his nose and replied: "Senior Chayi, this junior just improvised, it's not the work of some sage!"

"What?" Mangsou was taken aback, and shouted, "You... this... this poem, you made it yourself? This... this is impossible!"

"Hehe!" Xiao Hua waved his hands casually, his little tail was already up, and said, "It's just a doggerel, it's really nothing."

The busy old man's eyes shined, and he shot straight for a few feet, he really regarded Xiao Hua as a heavenly man, stepped forward a few steps, where he still looked like an old man, grabbed Xiao Hua's arm and shouted: "Sages, it turns out that there are indeed sages who can write poetry in this world! I... I thought that all the poems in this world were handed down from ancient times..."

Looking at this old tree spirit who likes to raise demon spirits and loves poetry, Xiao Hua really feels a little uncomfortable. The reason why the human race is a human race is not only the inheritance of flesh and blood, but also the inheritance of poetry and painting, which is different from other races. On the Continent of Hidden Immortals in the human world, the cultivation of Confucianism, etiquette, poetry, and awe-inspiring aura highlights this inheritance. Looking at the Yilin Continent in the human world, Taoist cultivators are three points stronger than Confucian cultivators, but they are not satisfactory in this respect. Now in the fairy world, an old tree spirit who is not a human race actually regards the poems of the human race as the most precious treasures, while the immortals of the human race only Keep cultivation in mind, and discard the essence of human heritage.

However, this thought just passed away in a flash, Xiao Hua smiled secretly again: "What is this Xiao? This kind of thought should belong to Wen Qu, why did it suddenly appear in Xiao's mind?"

"Senior praised..." Xiao Hua said humbly, "Poetry is one of the basic accomplishments of my human race, it's nothing."

"Sage!" Mangsou said resolutely, "Don't call me a senior any more. In front of a sage, the little one is Yinghuo Yu Haoyue. Calling him a senior will make the little one ashamed!"

"Senior is wrong again!" Xiao Hua replied, "In the etiquette of my human race, the older ones are the seniors, and the younger ones are the juniors. It has nothing to do with strength or sages!"

The busy old man sighed at the elegance of human etiquette, and invited Xiao Hua into the Bamboo Gate.

Stepping through the bamboo gate, the scene in front of you changes again...

With a clear cry of "嘎", a crane-shaped demon spirit suddenly rushed over, almost rushing the busy man. The old man disappeared under his feet. However, just as he turned around, Xiao Hua could already see clearly that the wings of this Crane-shaped Demon Spirit were one big and one small.

"This Xiaoyong..." Mangsou said with some embarrassment, "Its injury is just right, so hurry to get out, I'm afraid he will cause trouble again..."

"Roar..." Before Mangsou finished explaining, there was a roar of a beast on the side of the mountain wall in front of his head, and immediately the mountain wall shook, and some halos flickered.

"Don't worry, don't worry..." The busy old man abandoned Xiao Hua, flew over a few steps, as if doting on his own children, and said, "I'll let you out right now..."

The dead branch like Mangsou's arm leaned forward, and the slightly dim cyan luster fell on the stone wall. Where the cyan luster falls, a nearly withered flower outline emerges, and then with a "pop", the flower blooms, and the stone wall disappears, revealing more than a dozen monsters in the shape of blue tigers, and these monsters rushed forward one by one. When I came out, I saw Xiao Hua roaring and rushing at the same time!

"Little Qings are not good!" Busy old man waved his arm, and the light blue cloud silk blocked the monsters, and shouted, "This is the honored guest of the old man, don't wait too long!"

"Hoho..." Hearing these words, a dozen or so blue tiger monsters immediately held back their breath, and even the roar was too cute.

"Go, go..." Mangsou waved his hand again, thick clouds formed under his feet, and said, "Go to Sa Sa Huan, I'll be back in a while!"

Seeing the cloud and mist appear, a group of green tiger monsters were overjoyed, rushed into it like the wind, and disappeared.