After leaving the sect for training and not knowing when he would return to the sect, An Qingli asked Little Pegasus to sell as much animal blood as possible.
Of course, the little Pegasus is also happy. It is short of spiritual stones to build a palace, and after selling its blood, it can quickly replenish it with elixirs. It is not like Xiao Jintan who loses his own essence and needs a lot of time and effort.
Only by gradually replenishing your strength can you regain it.
Half of the animal blood was sold to Mu Sheng and half to the sect.
The sect leader Qiu Xuanjing said that he wanted the beast blood to have its own magical effect, so he should use the beast blood to make friends with other forces, especially the Central Plains Divine Talisman Sect. They were most jealous of the beast blood, and the Tianyun Sect lacked a ninth-grade Talisman Making Grandmaster.
So among these little ones, except for little Jin Tan who came from behind, Little Pegasus should be considered the richest one.
Little Huzi is the poorest, not even comparable to Speedy Rabbit. Speedy Rabbit at least has many medicinal elixir plants, as well as the leaves of Jin Tan Shen Zhi. Although the leaves have no essence, most of them are still green with yellow, but
It is also the best quality.
"Owner."
The little tiger behaves coquettishly. It wants to be treated the same as a blind ice phoenix, and it wants to eat the spiritual honey brewed by the mutated red butterfly bee.
"If you want to eat it, you have to keep it a secret." An Qingli touched the tiger's head and said, "Do you know that you can't show off this high-quality spiritual honey?"
"I know, I know, I shouldn't have said anything, but I didn't mention a word." Xiao Huzi nodded repeatedly.
An Qingli used the master-servant contract to give Xiao Huzi a gag order. If Xiao Huzi had the idea of leaking the secret, as the master, she would be able to detect it immediately.
The little tiger likes to show off, which is a problem he was born with.
"Here, here you go."
An Qingli thought, and a piece of crystal clear spiritual honey emerged from the hive in front of Xiao Huzi.
Such abundant spiritual power!
The little tiger's eyes were bright. He opened his mouth and bit it. He didn't intend to chew it, but just wanted to swallow the whole piece.
“Eat slowly!”
An Qingli slapped the tiger's head with his palm, and with another thought, he broke off a small piece of spiritual honey and put it into the little tiger's mouth. With another thought, he put the remaining spiritual honey into the scarf around the little tiger's neck.
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The scarf is a Qiankun bag, which is the same color as the little Huzi's fur. Before leaving the sect, An Qingli specially asked his senior brother from Baoqi Peak to tailor it for the little Huzi.
Sure enough, with that scarf, the little tiger was even more handsome, which made An Qingli very happy, and the little fox was also very happy.
The little fox himself has many small clothes, which Mu Sheng specially asked someone to sew for him, and each piece of clothes is decorated with a Qiankun bag, which either contains herbs or elixirs.
An Qingli also made a customized Qiankun bag for Little Pegasus. It is a white scarf that can also be tied around the neck for decoration.
The little Lingxi also wanted it. Although it had already opened up storage space in its body, An Qingli still designed a lace apron for it. There was a big cloth pocket on the apron, which could hold a lot of things.
There is also a small golden bag, which is a big golden bag hanging on a branch, like a big golden lantern.
The Bingfeng doesn't need it. It has its own space inside its body, and the space level in the body of the little Lingxi is much higher than that of the little Lingxi. It can hold living things.
The Phoenix Feather Secret Realm used by the disciples during the Qi training period was refined from the space inside the Phoenix body.
However, the family must be neat and tidy. Under the strong suggestion of Xiao Lingxi, Bingfeng wore a royal blue cloak with a Qiankun bag on it.
But although the cloak was eye-catching, it was not worthy of Bingfeng's gorgeous and graceful aura, so the cloak was put away and put into Bingfeng's body space.
The Smelting Fire is a black curtain hat. Only in the mustard space, it occasionally puts the curtain hat on its head. It seems that it is a little disgusting.
But the little Pegasus liked it very much and asked An Qingli to make a black top hat for it. There was a hole in the hat, which could just fit through the horn on the little Pegasus' head.
Nowadays, each of these Qiankun bags are full of good things, the smelting fire is a magical weapon, and Xiao Jintan's Qiankun bag is full of spiritual marrow and spiritual stones.
But An Qingli has the most good things. Everything in this mustard space is her good things.
After Xiao Jintan woke up, An Qingli raised him for a few days and then checked out of the inn.
It was still autumn when I entered the inn, and it was already covered with snow when I left the inn.
An Qingli walked in the snow wearing a white curtain hat.
The footprints on the snow are also shallow, and some passers-by are wrapped in thick winter clothes, but An Qingli is still wearing several layers of green feather gauze skirt.
Passers-by looked sideways and saw that the fairy walking alone in the snow was no ordinary person.
This was the Kingdom of the Holy Child in the past. At that time, the weather was good and the people were prosperous. An Qingli also enjoyed dancing and delicious fruit wine in a restaurant.
However, due to the chaos caused by ghosts and resentful butterflies, there were countless deaths and injuries, and the Kingdom of the Holy Son became a country without people.
Empty, things are different and people are different.
But soon people moved here. After all, this is the foothills of Foshan, full of spiritual energy, and a place to raise people.
Moreover, when the world of cultivation in the Central Plains was in chaos, many monks who fled, especially casual cultivators, or some remnant forces, abandoned their ancestral heritage, concealed their names, and fled here under the stars and the moon.
In the Kingdom of the Holy Son today, mortals and virtuous people live together, and many of them are still dragging their bodies.
There are monks who have broken legs and missing arms. However, the sixth-level bone-renewing elixir is too expensive and difficult to buy. You have to spend a lot of money and go to a big market like Tianyun Sect.
Buddhism is compassionate and does not go too far to expel those who are suffering. Of course, those who do evil will definitely leave their mark and be expelled.
Chaos is inevitable, and it was particularly chaotic at the beginning.
Some are busy grabbing things, some are busy occupying land and houses, and some are busy grabbing things that others have already obtained.
Although the ghosts and butterflies injured many people, many houses were still intact, and even the palace was well preserved.
Buddhism is already doing its best to maintain order here.
Monks who cause trouble by relying on their cultivation will be controlled by Buddhism. A group of Buddhist monks will surround the monk who causes trouble and recite sutras in public to inspire them.
Under the bright sun, Buddhist practitioners will not tire of chanting sutras to inspire others until they repent, which is admirable and respectable.
After a few months, this place has become stable for the time being.
In order to gain a foothold here, some mortals deliberately shaved their heads and moved closer to Buddhism.
Some monks who are weak and weak also follow the same example, tearfully shaving off three thousand troubles, proclaiming the name of Buddha, and becoming fake monks.
After all, this is the territory of Buddhism, and Taoist monks have to give Buddhism more or less face. Moreover, those Taoist monks themselves are not very advanced and do not dare to be too presumptuous at the foot of Foshan.
An Qingli saved the Bodhi tree, and when we came down from Foshan, the Kingdom of the Holy Son had generally stabilized.
The palace became the largest Buddhist temple, and it also accommodated some seriously ill and helpless people. The inn had a new innkeeper, a monk who was in the alchemy stage and had his head shaved.
Shaving your head is not only a superficial form, but also a surrender in a certain sense.
So when An Qingli walked on the snowy street, what he saw was quite strange.
There was a monk with a shaved head and a strong back, but he was selling low-level magic weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds at a stall.