It's cold.

The old Taoist came back halfway. After a little rest, he raised his sword and went down the mountain again.

But he killed many demons at the foot of the mountain and suffered so much, but he never told others.

Can't you say anything about the demon-slaying master?

This is absolutely impossible.

Because, Tai Chi Palace is largely supported by the head teacher.

Although the old Taoist is a sword cultivator, he is a legend among the sword cultivators and a legend among the older generation in the Taoist country.

Although the disciples of the eighth generation knew little about him, they had heard more or less about his deeds.

Generally speaking, this old man often goes deep into the demon realm with one sword, grabs the head of the big demon's neck among the thousands of demons, and eliminates the disaster before it arises.

Gods and man are useless and nameless.

Kill one person in ten steps, and do not keep a thousand miles away. After the matter is done, you will leave. Where can you need any fame?

The Qiantang demon disaster has not passed yet, how can the old Taoist sit in Wudang Mountain?

Isn’t it the fate of a Taoist priest when going down the mountain in troubled times?

On the other hand, Mr. Peng did not accept Xia Ji as his apprentice, and he didn't care.

After this incident was spread, it clearly labeled the uncle Wudang as "respecting love and loyalty".

In secret, countless people said he was stupid.

In Xuansu Palace, a single-born Su Nu faction, a real person, wanted to accept him as his disciple and save his life, but he just ignored him in vain to avoid leaving Wudang. What is this stupid?

Which man doesn't want to respect ninety-nine beautiful wives?

Which man doesn’t want to be reborn, white and black, and keeps youthful?

But when he put such an opportunity in front of the Wudang uncle, he actually refused.

What a stupid person would do?

Xia Ji returned the purse to his junior nephews and Taoist nuns one by one, with ninety taels of silver, not less than one tael.

The master's nephew and Taoist nuns also knew what happened to this uncle, and they also knew that he could no longer practice from now on, and they also knew that he might even die due to the demonic fire in his body.

Therefore, the little Taoist nuns all sympathized with the little master.

But no one mentioned the Taoist couple anymore.

The uncle of the junior teacher has no future and can no longer become their "unavoidable yin and yang".

...

...

Summer is pure and blissful.

The plan to burn the demon fire was thought of with a sudden idea, but he didn't expect it to be so effective.

He can already control the purple fire well and create the illusion of "blocking in the meridians". Although it is not too easy, it is not difficult.

It was just something he didn't expect. This purple fire, which was obviously the flame of the Taoist sect, had deceived so many people, making them really think it was the demon fire... It's really, it's too uncountable.

The flames produced by the true essence of the Great Sun are the ultimate yang fire produced by the sun. How could it be the magic fire?

For others, going down the mountain is a must.

Because, going down the mountain and traveling can make them successful.

Then, receiving the talisman is to go further.

But for Xia Ji, the best way to grow is to stay on Wudang Mountain, sign in with peace of mind, develop with peace of mind, and quietly peek into the mystery of this world, rather than being peeked into the "mysteries" of this world.

So, why should he seek fish from a tree, and he would ignore the roots and go out to the mountains to waft?

Speaking of which, it was a bit of a deceiver to the master and senior sister.

But...if he can grow up better, wouldn't he be able to protect the entire Wudang Mountain?

It's just in the dark.

......

Everything seems to have settled.

Frost leaves and dead grass, and the mountain wind is shining.

Since Xia Ji decided to stay in Wudang Mountain, he went directly to the first floor of the Demon Locking Tower to get the little raccoon cat demon - A Zi.

Then, he used the special talisman in the mountain gate to collect A Zi as the little demon who signed a contract with him.

From now on, he will be the master, and A Zi will be the "working and resolute" little demon slave.

A Zi was still confused and basking in the sun on the first floor of the Demon Locking Tower, and was taken away.

And once a contract is signed with the Taoist priest, the monster will no longer need to go back to the Demon Locking Tower.

So, A Zi was quite happy.

If you can lie on the mountain, who wants to lie back into the demon lock tower?

"Master, didn't you say I'm still young?" A Zi jumped and happily followed the little Taoist priest in white robe, asking questions like a sparrow in a crisp voice.

"It's nothing to be smaller."

“Hey?”

"Just be able to do it."

"oh."

A Zi responded in a daze, but suddenly it felt like she was struck by lightning...

etc!

What does being able to do mean?

Her big eyes were rumbling, her purple clothes were floating, and she was just a little raccoon cat who had just transformed. Although she had been cursed by a blood curse, she still couldn't understand how terrifying the "Blood Curse" was.

Suddenly, she felt a hand grabbing her.

"Ah~~Master~~~" A Zi's eyes were confused.

Then, she felt the back of her fate was pinched.

She suddenly became quiet as if she had been lit.

Xia Ji said: "Return to the little raccoon cat."

“Oh~”

A Zi's obedient figure changed, turning into the appearance of a cute little raccoon cat.

Xia Ji threw the little raccoon cat on his left shoulder, walked to the edge of the tree not far away, rolled up his sleeves, rolled up his trousers, picked up a wooden barrel and fishing rod under the tree, and then walked out to the mountain lake in the distance.

Husting an unknown mountain song in his mouth.

White clouds float leisurely in the gem-like blue sky.

The mountain wind in late autumn is not so cold, not so desolate, not so sad at noon.

When the wind blows, the mountains and forests make a clamor, and everything rises, like a natural chorus and flute ensemble.

The winding path extends into the distance.

The boy walking on the trail was thrown by the swaying shadows of trees on his body, on his white robe, and on his hair.

Come to the lake.

Xia Ji put down the fishing rod, touched A Zi's head with his hand, and then pointed to the tip of the fishing rod.

A Zi:???

Xia Ji said: "A Zi, listen to me, it's time to show your talent. Please be sure not to disappoint your master."

A Zi understands...

Suddenly, he ran along the fishing rod to the top of the fishing rod.

Xia Ji sat under the tree, stretched out his long legs in the most comfortable position, pressed on the dead grass warmed by the sun, and then threw the fishing rod out.

For him, the multiple cats on the fishing rod are like they have no weight and have no effect at all.

But Ah Zi flew up and she didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the fishing rod was settled.

Four short legs hugged the fishing rod,

Then he lowered his tail obediently.

Bo~~~

The long tail is shocked and broken into the sky.

The turmoil and the sun was shattered.

Between the water waves, ripples rippled, like pieces of golden scales, as if there was a magic dragon hiding here.

Xia Ji yawned, closed his eyes, and only heard the "click" sound in his ears.

It was the sound of fish being thrown onto the grass.

Occasionally, a "pop" muffled sound came.

That was the sound of a fish hitting a bucket.

"It seems that A Zi's hit rate still needs to be improved~~" he thought to himself.

Before I knew it, the feeling of taking a nap came.

He leaned against the big tree and was fishing by himself.

Such a day...is great.
Chapter completed!