Chong Xi stood beside me blankly and burped: "Hiccup! What's going on?"
The row of things squatting at the entrance of the metaphysics hall looked like living creatures, but they were motionless. Like, dead things can see the heat coming out of their breath. I tentatively took two steps towards the entrance of the Metaphysics Hall, wanting to see the reaction of this row of things. However, the most confusing thing happened to me, they didn't react at all.
I took two more steps forward, but still no response. This time I was no longer impatient, so I strode directly towards the entrance of the Metaphysics Hall. After walking in, I saw that the people squatting at the entrance of the metaphysics hall were not dogs, but a row of yellow-furred foxes!
I was so angry and funny, and thought to myself that besides being a weasel and a fox, couldn’t there be something new? Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, Chongxi squatted in front of the row of foxes and asked with a smile: "Why are you here so late at night?" The foxes were indifferent. Not to mention whether they can understand Chongxi's words, even if they can, I believe they will only listen to me. So I smiled and said, "Stop squatting outside. If you have anything to say, go inside and say it."
Sure enough, as soon as my words came out, all the foxes stood up. Little Baihua held my arm and nodded and smiled. It was obvious that she was used to this kind of thing. Chong Xi turned around and smiled strangely at me, then opened the door of the metaphysics hall. However, the foxes were still indifferent to Chongxi's actions. All the foxes stared at me intently. I chuckled, thinking it was quite polite. So, I swaggered into the metaphysics hall first, and then the foxes followed my footsteps into the metaphysics hall.
When I entered the museum, I sat down on the sofa. When the foxes saw me sitting down, they lined up and sat on the ground in front of me. I lit a cigarette, took a puff and asked, "What's the matter? Tell me."
Among a row of foxes, the fox sitting in the middle straightened up, raised a pair of front paws and made a bowing gesture, and then mouthed the human words: "Little Master, help me!" As soon as he finished speaking, , a row of foxes lowered their heads in unison, as if they had knocked me. Chong Xi sat aside and laughed aloud, saying: "Damn, this Wu Ending dialect is more authentic than mine." However, my hand that was flicking the cigarette butt froze, and I turned my head to look at the man who was spitting. The arrogant fox asked: "Oh? What's the matter? Tell me in detail."
To be honest, I'm not surprised that the fox calls me young master. You may not have forgotten that my mother is not a human being, but a fairy, and my mother's body is a white fox. Throughout the ages, I have been regarded as the living ancestor of this fox clan, so I naturally became the young master. What gave me a headache was what these foxes said.
In fact, I already knew about this matter, but I didn't connect it. What the foxes were talking about was exactly what happened in the video that the owner of the barbecue restaurant showed me during dinner. It turns out that these foxes are all little demons who cultivated in Huangtu Ridge. They have not yet cultivated human form, and their Taoism is very shallow. According to them, since yesterday, many "Old Huang Family" (weasels) have come to Huangtu Ridge one after another.
You know, the good demons in Huangtu Ridge have fixed territories for their cultivation, but this group of outside weasels are determined to seize the best training dojo in Huangtu Ridge. In fact, it is just a matter of grabbing a small post. In fact, this is considered a conflict for us humans. For example, if the home you have lived in for decades is going to be taken away for no reason and you are kicked out, of course you will not agree.
The fox tribe in Huangtuling negotiated with these foreign weasels, but these weasels were not very unreasonable. The foxes said that where we practice and other races practice, these are all stipulated by the mountain god. If they are given to you, where will we live? However, the weasel didn't care about this, saying that since it was given by the mountain god, he would just let the mountain god find it again...
In fact, for these animals, the division of territory is not cross-racial, let alone for animals with moral principles. Although both sides were not of high moral character, the foxes were not dominant in numbers. The video the barbecue restaurant owner showed me was just a video of two of them fighting each other. What I didn’t know was that there were hundreds of them fighting each other in places they couldn’t see. You must know that in the current environment, the living space of foxes is extremely limited, so even in the Huangtuling Mountains, their numbers are not large. How can they defeat the large numbers of migrating weasels? The survivability of the weasel is much greater than that of the fox. Even in a wasteland, the weasel can survive very well. After all, the weasel can steal a chicken or something, but the fox cannot.
This group of weasels not only caused trouble on the mountain, but also caused trouble down below. Those who have read the previous article should still remember that there are residents in the Huangtu Ridge area. Within two days, the story of the weasels in Huangtu Ridge spread. It can be said that these weasels have made the Huangtu Ridge area a mess. Jump. In fact, the main reason is that there are too many weasels, hundreds of large and small ones. If you want to fill your stomach, you can only do it secretly...
After the leader of the fox finished narrating the story, he bowed to me again and said: "Because of my humble conduct, I dare not meet my ancestors, so I found the young master and begged the young master to uphold justice for us!" I thought for a long time and then Answer: "Well, in that case..." As I said that, I took out the spirit gourd and released the cat spirit Dahei from the spirit gourd. After Dahei came out of the gourd, he yawned, stretched, and jumped into my lap, acting coquettishly.
I stroked Dahei's head and said to the leading fox: "I asked the cat spirit to go to Huangtu Ridge with you. With it helping you, I believe you will not suffer from the weasels again." Although I don't know that the foxes understand I don’t understand my intention, but since I, the young master, have spoken, the foxes will naturally not question it.
In this way, Dahei left the metaphysics hall with the foxes. After the foxes left, Lin Feng asked me doubtfully: "I said Shi Yan, are you going to let the cat spirit face hundreds of weasels alone?" Before I could say anything, Chong Xi smiled: "Hehe, Brother Lin, you just don’t understand! Let’s not talk about the abilities of the cat spirit for the time being. Just saying that it is a cat is enough for weasels to drink a pot!” Lin Feng was puzzled and asked: “How do you say it?” I Smiling, he took out a can of Coke from the refrigerator, opened it, took a sip and said, "Brother Lin, the cats you know are all domestic cats. Today's domestic cats do not have the ability to catch mice, so they are particularly useless. But Dahei is different. It is a wild cat. You must know that it is not easy for wild cats to survive. For most wild cats, mice cannot satisfy their appetite, and weasels are larger than mice. In the early years, there were cases of wild cats preying on weasels. More What's more, Dahei is an out-and-out black cat, and you must know that black cats are psychic and cats have nine lives, and they are trained to be cat spirits. Their abilities are not comparable to those of these little weasels."
When I got home, I told my dad about the weasel incident in the past two days. I thought that my dad would be as indifferent as usual, but this time my dad's reaction surprised me. Dad actually frowned and sighed, then unscrewed the wine bottle and took a sip and said, "The biggest reason for this incident is actually me."
My head was a little hard to turn, so I asked doubtfully: "No, Dad. What does this matter about the weasel and the fox have to do with you? Logically speaking, the bosses of those monsters and wild fairies are far behind you. How many levels are there? It basically doesn’t exist in the same world. How come it has anything to do with you?” Dad lit a cigarette, took a puff and said with a wry smile: “What do you know? Do you still remember, last time? When you were injured, did you hear what your sixth master said to me?"
I nodded and said, "I did hear a little bit, but so what?" Dad took another sip of wine and said, "This person is very different from the animal cultivator!"
I was really a little confused by what my dad said, so I scratched my head and asked, "No, you don't even touch the sky or the ground. What do you mean?" Dad shook his head helplessly. He seemed a little helpless to me, and after a long time he said: "Oh, your understanding is really worrying." I was very dissatisfied, so I retorted: "Why is my understanding worrying? You can't compare me to the old man. Mom, what do you mean by what you said?"
Dad sighed again and said: "To put it simply. Now these wild fairies and monsters are eager to find a dojo for the upcoming catastrophe."