You don't have to chase the little fox away, so you don't have to worry about it being caught in a trap again, or being eaten by wild animals.
"Excuse me, why are you here?" Qu Jingniang asked politely.
Ling Huatian gave her a little support, and Qu Jingniang floated to the kang behind him and sat on the edge of it.
Then he bent over and walked into the house. The door of the farmhouse was too low for him. He stared at the little fox in Qu Jing's hand.
"This fox, can you..."
Ling Huatian had never asked anyone for anything in his life, as if he didn't know how to express himself.
As for mortals, he had never come into contact with them before and didn't know how to communicate with them.
"Sure! You can take it away." Qu Jingniang agreed without any hesitation.
"No, the little fox is mine." Qu Jing pouted and took a few steps.
Ling Huatian's eyes then turned to Qu Jing. After a closer look, he felt that the child seemed to have some strange bones.
Otherwise, let’s test his spiritual roots!
When they see a kid who looks good, they will first test his spiritual roots. This is the professional habit of the great immortal cultivators.
A gray stone suddenly appeared in Ling Tianhua's hand, and he could not help but grab Qu Jing's small hand and press it on it.
The moment his little hand touched the stone, the originally gray stone emitted a dazzling red light.
"This child has good spiritual roots. Can he be taken away?" Ling Tianhua's icy and handsome face was slightly moved.
In the sect election held every few years, it would be great if we could receive three children with such qualifications. It is rare to meet such a person when going out in thousands of years.
So, since we have encountered it, we must bring it back to the sect.
"Do you have spiritual roots?" There was a glimmer of joy in Qu Jingniang's eyes, but she was also a little worried, fearing that Ling Huatian was a bad person.
In order to convince Qu Jingniang, Ling Tianhua also took out the Nan Cang Sect's identity card, "The Nan Cang Sect is a righteous sect, please rest assured."
"Nancang Sect!" Qu Jingniang read the name. Of course, she had heard of this sect. Once, there was a monster causing trouble in the neighboring village, and it was the immortals from Nancang Sect who came to deal with it.
As in the plot, Qu Jing's mother agreed after a brief hesitation, allowing the immortal to take her child and the fox away.
When the aircraft was about to take off, several gold ingots used by mortals appeared out of thin air in Ling Huatian's hand, and he used his spiritual power to send the gold ingots in through the window.
Seeing the glittering gold, Qu Jingniang, who had been crying secretly in the house, chased out with the gold ingots.
Letting my son go to cultivate immortality does not mean selling him, and I cannot accept this gold.
However, the aircraft was going too fast, and when she came out, she could only see a black dot.
On the aircraft, Qujing cried so hard that he was out of breath, hiccuping constantly, and his face was covered with tears and snot.
Ling Huatian obviously had no experience with crying children. It seemed that his two disciples had never cried in front of him before.
Moreover, he had never taken care of them in daily life, so he seemed to have no patience for crying children.
At first he said, "Don't cry, don't cry."
But Qu Jing cried even harder because of this. Ling Huatian was at a loss and just sat there like a sculpture.
When he saw that Qu Jing's face was too dirty, he cast a dust removal spell.
When they were children, Die Yixian and Hua Menglian were very respectful to their master. Both children tried their best to show their tenacity in front of him. Not only did they study hard, but they also rushed to take care of the entire Piaomiao Peak, keeping everything spotless.
No one would cry like this child, like a baby who has not been weaned.
Ling Huatian felt very confused for a moment.
Although Bai Chen seemed to be sleeping, he was actually secretly sizing up this heavy-tasting master.
I feel like he is not a bad guy, he can even be considered a good guy.
As a master, he never neglected what he was supposed to teach. No matter how you look at it, he was a good and competent master.
Countless times better than Tao Mi Shuang’s former master.
Because there was a scumbag master in front of him, Bai Chen felt that the sins of the master in front of him were not so serious that he deserved death.
Qu Jing sobbed for a few hours and then fell into a sleep.
Bai Chen, who was curled up in a corner, was picked up by Ling Huatian with both hands and placed on his knees. The man and the fox looked into each other's eyes again.
"You, are you Xian'er? You didn't go to reincarnate?"
The self-blame and guilt are beyond words.
In his opinion, his disciple was unable to survive the thunder tribulation, which could only be regarded as a dereliction of duty on his part as the master.
There was a great master with a thunder spiritual root. His disciple died in such a way. It might have been regarded as a joke by the cultivators of the whole continent.
Because of this, he has been unable to concentrate on his practice recently.
After hundreds of years of getting along, the master and the disciple have become like family members. It would be very difficult to get used to their sudden absence.
Bai Chen nodded and could only hum twice, without being able to speak.
If you want to speak, you must grow two tails.
"I am sorry for you. I will make it up to you."
Ling Huatian gently stroked the fur on the fox's back, muttering to himself as he looked at the distant starry sky.
At this time, the sky was dark and filled with nebulae. Ling Huatian's eyes were brighter than the twinkling stars.
However, it seemed that he was not saying this to his fox apprentice, but to someone else.
Bai Chen raised his head and looked into Ling Huatian's eyes, wondering in his heart, could it be that he now regarded his fox apprentice as his former white fox lover
How could that look be so sad and yet so full of affection
After Qu Jing woke up, he started sobbing again when he saw the immortal master holding the little fox.
It felt like someone had taken away his favorite toy.
After flying in the sky for more than ten days, the aircraft finally arrived at Piaomiao Peak of Nancang Sect.
Yes, this is the name of the hill where Ling Huatian lives. It has the same name as a hill in a certain martial arts novel.
Piaomiao Peak is the highest mountain in the entire Nancang Sect. Looking down from the top of the peak, other peaks have become small hills.
All the immortal cultivation sects are hidden by formations. It is impossible for ordinary people to find their locations.
Those mortals who want to cultivate immortality, if they do not get the opportunity to follow the cultivators to the sect, may never find the immortal gate in their entire life.
However, the immortal cultivation sects would go to the common people to recruit disciples every ten years and select children with spiritual roots to cultivate immortality.
Therefore, mortals also have a chance to test their spiritual roots. Among ten thousand mortals, there are always one or two with spiritual roots.
But it is hard to say whether the spiritual roots are good or bad.
It is extremely rare to find a mortal child like Qu Jing with such a good spiritual root.
The original owner's family was a family of immortal cultivators, but hundreds of years later, her family had long since changed.
Her parents only cultivated to the foundation-building stage and have passed away now. After her parents passed away, she never returned to the Die family.
However, the Die family always had descendants who lived in the Nancang Sect, and the family became more prosperous because of the existence of Die Yixian.
Hua Menglian was also born into a family of immortal cultivators. Her father held a high status in the family and seemed to be still alive. Although he had not achieved divine enlightenment, he was also a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator.
Sometimes, her father would come to Nancang Sect to see her.
However, she has always been rather cold and indifferent to her father, as if her father was always trying to please her with a shameless face.
As soon as we returned to Piaomiao Peak, the eldest senior sister floated out from a building like a butterfly, jumped a few steps excitedly, and then prostrated herself on the ground.