After taking too much cold medicine, Zhao Shan was so sleepy that he quickly lay on his back and fell asleep. At this time, a mass of yellow and black light and shadow entered through the window.
The outline of a big cat can be vaguely seen in the light and shadow. The big cat paced around the bed twice, jumped lightly, and lightly jumped onto the top of the closet, where it gazed condescendingly at the humans below. After a few minutes, the big cat swooped down, swiped its left front paw like thunder, and passed by in a flash. Then it turned into a light and shadow and passed through the door.
Zhao Shan was still sleeping soundly, snoring like thunder, and didn't feel it at all. On his left leg, three red marks slowly emerged, like the scratches of a feline animal, like the sign of the hunting ground left by the king of the woods on the tree trunk.
Unknowingly, the incense in the censer has been burned out.
Xiao Yining frowned and opened his eyes.
Only Gong Jiamu's lynx was seen at Zhao Shan's home, but Hu Xiaoju did not appear. If it just made Zhao Shan take two extra pills and sleep for a long time, it would be considered a prank at best, and he would not be punished. Then there must be something else going on.
In order to see more realistically. Xiao Yining took out a bottle of Laobaigan, unscrewed the cap and took two mouthfuls, then respectfully lit a new incense.
In the rising smoke, as if knowing what Xiao Yining was thinking, a fairy Hu stepped down at the invitation, covered Xiao Yining's eyes with his palm, and a new scene slowly unfolded—
Qin Wanhong was gently patting Qiuqiu, a boy who was sleeping on the bed. Suddenly, a red light flashed, and Qin Wanhong's patted arm slowly slipped down, unexpectedly falling asleep for no reason.
Hu Xiaoju showed her figure lightly, and jumped to the side of Qiuqiu.
It hesitated a bit, thought for a while, and still made up its mind, opened its mouth and spit out a cloud of white air. This ball of white gas is as silvery as the moonlight, with golden spots dotted on it. There is a vague sense of solidification inside the air mass, but it is still in a gaseous state when you look closely, and there is no real solidification.
Looking at the air mass, which was no bigger than a baby's fist, Hu Xiaoju's furry fox face showed obvious distress.
Hu Xiaoju has only practiced for more than seventy years, and she still can't transform into a human form, and she is far from being able to cultivate a fox pill. The great immortal families who came out to the Immortal Palm Hall also received the immortal family certificates everywhere, and the fox immortals of Hu Xiaoju's branch have to pass the examination under the empress of Mount Tai so that they can't be regarded as wild foxes.
Hu Xiaoju is young, and her practice is also at the bottom of the family. It's just better than those foxes who have just opened their spiritual apertures, understand some things and are still rolling around on the ground. But she has a smart nature, and she developed her spiritual wisdom when she was a few years old. Coupled with a pure and kind mind and a well-behaved temperament, he can hold his breath at a young age, inhaling the morning dew every day and gazing at the moonlight at night.
When she was in her teens, the lifespan of those unenlightened fanhus around her was over, Hu Xiaoju was quite touched, and practiced harder. Only then was Hu Qijie favored and kept by her side. When Hu Qijie took Xiao Yining's order and followed her out, Hu Xiaoju naturally followed, and outnumbered all the little fairies. Relying on her keen senses, she took the post of preacher and reporter, and became a serious person. Tang Xian.
Hu Qijie also praised Xiaoju, saying that it only had a few decades of practice and had a good fortune. After cultivating merits in the hall, it might take a year or two to take the fox fairy test.
After more than 70 years of practice, Hu Xiaoju has only raised this baby's fist-sized lump of Moonlight Qi. Xiao Yining has been in the hall for three years, and it can be regarded as a little bit of merit. The little golden light melts in the air mass, and in time, he will surely become a round fox pill.
At this moment, Hu Xiaoju was staring at her own ball of air which was still far away from Fox Pill, and when she closed her eyes cruelly, the ball began to spin in circles in the air.
With the rotation, a trace of the light of the moonlight escaped from it.
With Hu Xiaoju's urging, the moonlight turned into thousands of slender silk threads, which slowly pierced into the body of the boy on the bed.
Dots of off-white light floated from the purple-red scars on Qiuqiu's face. Under the guidance of the moonlight, these rays of light gradually became brighter, whiter, and solidified... After these broken spots of light got rid of all the gray and turned into pure white, Hu Xiaoju retracted and shrunk a bit in distress. circle of air masses.
At this time, the yellow and black fairy just walked in through the door, and after a slight shake, it revealed its real body—a lynx about 1.5 meters long with black spots on its brown-yellow fur.
Lynx looked at Hu Xiaoju, then at the gathering white spot of light, and couldn't hold back a "tsk".
"Aren't you the hall fairy of the Xiao family? Are you breaking the rules by doing this?"
After recognizing who it was, Hu Xiaoju subconsciously took two steps back. Realizing its actions, it swallowed, and replied softly: "You don't care."
Lynx's feline face flashes an amused look. It looked at Hu Xiaoju playfully.
Hu Xiaoju seemed calm and rational, she tensed up and didn't retreat any further, but the fur on her fluffy orange-red tail exploded into a ball of dandelions.
Lynx grinned: "Okay, I like your character. Let me help you."
The lynx opened its mouth and sprayed out a trickle of pills—this fairy is a truly successful practitioner, the inner pill is radiant, and there are looming gold-colored pill patterns on it, and there is a halo around it.
It took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, following this movement, a streak of silver light burst out from its mouth, directly hitting the inner alchemy floating in the air. Neidan then turned around and shot the silver light into a cluster of small fireworks. Raindrops of silver light scattered down, like stars falling all over the sky at the same time, it was too beautiful to behold.
These silver lights fell into the condensed white light, and almost instantly, the shattered white light condensed into a small white cat. The silver light that fell later stained the ends of its white hair with a little silver light.
The little white cat rolled over and stood up, revealing a pair of ruby eyes that were about to bleed.
"If you have a grudge, you have a grudge, if you have a grudge, you have a revenge." Lynx laughed.
Hu Xiaoju looked at the little white cat, pursed her lips and smiled, then glanced at the lynx, stomped her feet and turned into a red light and went through the window, leaving only a small "thank you" in her voice.
Lynx told the little white cat: "It is your fate to be able to become a spirit. You have suffered a lot before, and now you are considered blessed. Although it is said that there is resentment for resentment and revenge for resentment, but do not go too far, and it will damage your future practice. road."
The little white cat couldn't speak yet, so it meowed and nodded.
Lynx smashed his mouth, didn't stay too long, and just said: "You can transform spirits from cat spirit fragments because you borrowed the cultivation base of that fox and Lao Tzu, and it is also considered a relationship. Through this cause and effect, you If you have something to do, you can find Lao Tzu, so don’t look for that fox. It has a big business and a lot of rules and things. We cats can’t stand those rules.”
After speaking, he also disappeared.
The little white cat, which had washed away the anger of hatred, walked lightly into the room next door where Zhao Shan was sleeping. Although its eyes were as bright as blood, there was no trace of black air covering its body, but when it raised its paw, Zhao Shan's body The enveloping black aura of injustice fluctuated with its movements as if it had met its destined master.
As an aggregate of countless cat spirit fragments, the behavior of the little white cat is no different from that of a real cat. It tilted its head and thought about it, just like playing with a ball of wool, its two claws tossed back and forth, pulling out all the black air one by one, gathering and compressing it into a ball.
Then it jumped onto Zhao Shan's chest and stomped hard.
In his sleep, Zhao Shan couldn't help coughing.
The little white cat took the opportunity to punch a cat and stuffed the little black ball into his mouth.
Seeing that Zhao Shan had swallowed it, the little white cat didn't stay any longer. It jumped onto the window sill without hesitation, and disappeared in a flash.
(end of this chapter)