Chapter 112 Aunt Long'er, can you be the voice of a sister?

The scene of the young man soon appeared in Beigong Linglong's mind, although she was from a hidden sect.

Because I was a concubine giving birth to a daughter, I didn’t have to worry about food, clothing and expenses at home, and I didn’t urge them.

The children of the direct descendants began to come into contact with and practice early.

Most of the teachings at home are etiquette poems, songs and essays.

Her favorite is to write poetry and painting, and she expresses her feelings among the mountains and rivers.

At that time, she had a smile on her face every day, until she was attracted by the masters of the Forgetful Palace when she was twelve years old and brought back to the Forgetful Palace.

Her life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Looking at the innocent and romantic girl in my memory, she is sleepless.

A thought came to Beigong Linglong's mind - that is me in the ordinary.

She kept recalling herself at that time, and at the same time the breath on her body was constantly changing.

The inherent cold air slowly faded away.

After a long time.

Beigong Linglong slowly opened her eyes, and she seemed to have changed her body.

Before, she was like a fairy who fell from the mortal world, leaving the world independent.

But now Beigong Linglong is like an ordinary girl, pure and beautiful.

When Bai Xianchu saw this scene, the whole fox was stunned.

What happened just now?

She has lived for thousands of years and has seen countless fox tribes transform.

But they are getting stronger and stronger. This is the first time she has seen the fairy sister in front of her, she has changed from a fairy to a mortal.

What kind of perseverance and path is this? Is this right?

"Thank you, Qin Hao."

"Aunt Long'er, it's now. Are you still calling me Qin Hao?"

Qin Hao couldn't help but quip.

Beigong Linglong was slightly stunned, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "Xiao Hao?"

"No, your master calls you that, I have to change the name, Brother Hao?"

hiss……

When Qin Hao heard this title, he felt like he was called a good brother.

A bold idea came to my mind, saying, "Aunt Long'er, can you use the Royal Sister's Voice?"

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Three big question marks appeared on Beigong Linglong's head, looking at Qin Hao inexplicably.

Bai Xianchu was also stunned. What is the voice of the emperor?

Qin Hao deliberately put himself in Aunt Long'er's ear and whispered: "It's the sound you usually speak, it's the voice of the emperor."

Beigong Linglong felt the heat blowing from Qin Hao's ears, and couldn't help feeling his ears itchy, and his heartbeat inexplicably accelerated a little.

"Brother Hao..."

"It's this voice."

Qin Hao said with an excited look on his face.

Beigong Linglong rolled her eyes at Qin Hao, as if she could not imagine it, but she was also a little excited when she saw Qin Hao showing that excited expression for the first time.

Bai Xianchu suddenly felt full.

I'm just a vixen, I did something wrong, what do you want to do to me like this?

"Aunt Long'er, what do you want to do tomorrow?

I'll accompany you."

Qin Hao struck while the iron was hot, and the relationship between the two was difficult to make it easier. Naturally, he would not miss this opportunity.

"I haven't written a poem for a long time. Let's go on a carriage tomorrow?"

Beigong Linglong has decided to completely integrate into the mundane world, so she will be herself.

"no problem."

Qin Hao said that I am the best at copying poems. Bah, can the matter of scholars be called copying?

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The next day.

A carriage slowly drove out of the Qin family mansion.

The one who drove the bus was Xiaohua, and Qin Hao and Beigong Linglong were sitting in the bus.

Beigong Linglong still holds the little white fox who is unlucky in his arms.

Bai Xianchu chose to be an ordinary little fox in the face of this terrible woman.

If you can't beat it, then let her fiddle with it.

At least I can recover quietly.

Let’s talk about other things when the injury is healed.

The carriage was not bumpy at all on the rugged road in the mountains. After all, Qin Hao used formations to transform the carriage.

For Qin Hao, comfort is always the first priority, and nothing else matters.

The carriage quickly drove out of the mountain village and headed towards the mountain.

At the same time, above a mountain outside the Dashan Village.

A monk sitting cross-legged on the stone with several ring scars on his head slowly opened his eyes.

This monk was Fahai, a generation of monks who had pursued Bai Xianchu a few days ago.

After being repelled by the strong man from Dashan Village, the stubborn Fahai sensed that the strong man had no intention of continuing to chase him.

He chose to rest in the nearby mountains. When chasing the white fox, Fahai deliberately kept a fancy and threw a tracking seal into the white fox.

If the white fox is still alive, the seal will not dissipate.

Just now Fahai felt that the Dharma Seal had actually left the sphere of influence of the peerless powerful man and was approaching the mountain where he was.

How is this possible?

The poor monk clearly cut off her eight tails. Even if the white fox does not die, it will not be possible to recover so quickly!

Fahai decided to go and investigate in person.

After a moment.

Fahai appeared outside a quiet forest, and from a distance he heard someone talking in the forest.

Hearing this sound, there seemed to be quite a lot of people. Could it be that the fox demon has accomplices?

He looked for the place where the sound came from, and as the sound got closer and closer.

A poem with elegant artistic conception came into his ears.

"It means entering Qingsong Ridge, and the road is chasing Qingshui water.

Follow the mountains and the fun journey is endless, and there is no hundred miles.

The sound is noisy among the rocks, and the color is quiet and deep in the pine.

The rippling waterfalls are filled with waterfalls, and the clear reflection of reeds and reeds.

My heart is already idle, and the clear river is so calm.

Please leave it on the rock, fishing will be gone.”

After hearing this, Fahai couldn't help but blurt out: "Good poems, you have recited a good poem."

When the people in the clearings in the forest heard this, they looked in the direction where the sound came.

Qin Hao, who had just finished writing, shouted in his heart: Damn, who is peeping in the secret?

He looked carefully and saw a big bald head holding a golden Zen staff slowly walking out of the woods.

The big bald head looks not very old, but it gives people a feeling of showing its sharpness all over the body.

I have no Buddhist impression of monks at all. Could it be a fake monk?

"Master, do you also recite poems and write them right?"

Beigong Linglong had no expression on his face to the monk who suddenly arrived. He just glanced at it and continued to look at the calligraphy and paintings in Qin Hao's hand.

Bai Xianchu, who was curled up in Beigong Linglong's arms, couldn't help but tremble when he saw the evil monk.

He stepped into Beigong Linglong's arm and kept muttering in his heart: "You can't see me, you can't see me."

"Amitabha."

Fahai gave a Buddhist ritual to Qin Hao. In the forest, he used his Dharma eyes to identify that the people in front of him were all mortals, and the hostility in his heart disappeared instantly.

"I had read books for a few years before becoming a monk. I heard the young master recite poems in the forest. I was shocked and couldn't help but come out to disturb me. I hope the young master will forgive me."

Qin Hao smiled slightly when he heard this and sent an invitation: "It's okay, meeting is fate. If the master is interested, why not come and write a poem?"

"Amitabha!"
Chapter completed!