This is my sister taking the initiative to get close to me!
Hu Jingjing happily invited Hu Nuan to stay in the thatched house.
Hu Nuan refused: "It will disturb mom."
In Qingguang's reluctant eyes, he took Hu Jingjing away without mercy.
Hu Jingjing was excited about Hu Nuan's approval, but when Hu Nuan took out a scripture and taught her to read it, she was dumbfounded.
"Sister, didn't you teach me how to read and write?"
Hu Nuan: "I saw Qingguang teaching you that, and I'm going to teach you this. This is very fun."
Hu Jingjing: "..."
Look at my face, are you letting me play with you?
Hu Nuandun Dundun taught: "Demons can also become Buddhas."
Hu Jingjing immediately fell upside down and wanted to crawl into the ground. To become a Buddha? She was sure that her sister was a lunatic.
But she couldn't do it without learning. She couldn't beat Hu Nuan. Especially that demon sword, which seemed to be particularly capable of restraining the demon clan. As soon as the sword was hung, she succumbed shamefully.
Fortunately, she was not the only one suffering.
Hu Guigui, Hu Bobo, and Hu Qiqi all came out to learn and chant sutras with her. They did morning classes in the morning and evening classes in the evening.
What hatred, what hatred.
Hu Nuan wanted to concentrate on teaching her younger siblings so that she could establish her eldest sister's prestige.
It's a pity that she is only a junior. When her elders call her, she must go. It's just——
"Master, are you going to a banquet again? Does cultivation in the martial arts world depend on eating? I don't know much, so don't lie to me."
Hu Nuan's doubtful eyes were scanning the faces of the female immortals.
Everyone laughed and laughed: "We must go to this banquet today. It's a wedding banquet. Let's go and be happy."
Hu Nuan was puzzled: "I'm a child, what do I do with such joy? Master, you just go ahead. You are old, it's really time to get married."
Fairies: "..."
This mouth is really not like that of Hu Qing. Hu Qing is a smart person who is very good at talking to people and talking about ghosts and ghosts. On the contrary, he is like Han Li, who never speaks in human words.
"Yes, you go with us and be the bed-pressing virgin."
Hu Nuan was shocked and pointed at the tip of his nose: "I'm not that young."
"go Go."
Everyone couldn't help but sandwich her in the middle, and left in a hurry: "We'll go away for a few days, and you can play by yourself."
Hu Jingjing, who was left behind, all felt like they were breathing heavily.
You look at me and I look at you. Hu Guigui is the oldest and has the most ideas. He turned his eyes and tempted them and said: "Let's go out to play, no, we are going out to practice. Let's go out and practice."
Hu Bobo pinched his soft fingers: "But Nuannuan will be angry."
Then Hu Guigui turned to Hu Jingjing: "What do you think?"
Hu Jingjing is the youngest and has not experienced the beatings from society. It is the time when she is the most playful. When she heard about going out to play, her heart flew out: "Go, go, go."
Hu Qiqi looked at this and that, and said, "I have to tell the adults."
Hu Guigui: "We can't see you, sir. Just leave a note."
The adult she was talking about was of Yang Tianxiao's level.
A few children followed her in a daze, and Hu Guigui relied on his sense of the spiritual power of heaven and earth to find his direction. He was stopped by someone before they had walked a few mountains.
There is no shortage of people in Shuangyang Sect, especially no shortage of men. Among the four in this group, there are two delicate little girls, so a blind man cannot see them.
Moreover, Hu Nuan had led them through the clear path, and their identity information was already in the mobile phone group.
There was no adult to guide them, and the four little demons were walking like thieves. No one knew what was going on. It was only because everyone looked at the Coca Cola that they didn't cry out immediately.
The person who stopped them was Mu Duansheng. He looked down at the four little carrot heads and smiled good-naturedly: "I remember you are a peacock."
Hu Guigui touched his head and said proudly, "Everyone can see it."
Mu Duansheng nodded: "Let's go, I will take you to see the peacocks."
The heads of the six clans are all peacocks. But they are not called peacocks, they are called Changming.
Mu Duansheng brought a group of children as guests. The Changming tribe welcomed her very much, especially Hu Guigui, who loved to play with the feathers on her head, causing Hu Guigui to show her teeth.
"Little peacock, are you green or blue? Change into a bird and show it to everyone."
Hu Guigui was angry: "Why don't you turn into birds and show me."
Everyone laughed, laughing and flipping into the air. In an instant, Hu Guigui looked up and opened his mouth, looking gorgeous and feathery. He looked like he had never seen the world before.
The monsters of the Changming clan are shaped like peacocks, with gorgeous and graceful waterfall-like tail feathers and slender and elegant feathers. In particular, each of their feathers has an oblate golden pattern, either light or deep, like
It is a bright lamp, so it is always bright.
Hu Guigui couldn't help but twist his little buttocks, and a puff of feathers spread out, green and blue, with light purple round spots.
A group of people gathered around and looked at her: "It's beautiful. This purple one is really pretty. Hey, she's not a plume or a round girl. She's not a pure blood."
After hearing the first words, Hu Guigui was proud. After hearing the last sentence, he became angry and put away Chang Yu: "Why am I not a pure blood? My parents look like this!"
Hu Bobo stretched out her tentative little feet into the mountain stream. Hiss, it was cool. She liked it. She looked back at her friends who were blocked from view. She quietly slid along the rocks into the water, and a cluster of small splashes of water splashed up.
The golden-red fish slithered into the water plants.
Hu Jingjing looked at it and wiped the corner of her mouth with her little wings. She likes to eat fish, but this fish cannot be eaten. If she eats Hu Bobo, her sister will tear her apart.
Alas, her sister doesn't feel sorry for Jingjing at all.
Hu Guigui opened up the social circle of the Changming clan, and soon everyone became familiar with each other and chatted with each other.
Mu Duansheng sat among the orchids and said to Hu Qiqi, "This is called the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers."
Hu Qiqi was young and felt that what he said was not nice, but he couldn't think of anything wrong. He asked him: "Master, why do I dig these grasses?"
Mu Duansheng pointed his finger: "This bunch of flowers is blooming just right. Go back and plant it in my yard."
Hu Qiqi made a silly sound, confused, is this what I asked? He lowered his head and dug in the soil honestly.
Mu Duansheng lay down leisurely among the flowers, using his hands as a pillow. The few spiritual pets that the little girl Hu Nuan had collected were all stupid.
Hu Guigui, after hearing enough of everyone's praise for her, was finally satisfied and said awkwardly: "You are also very beautiful. This is the first time I have seen such beautiful feathers. I really like the edges of your feathers."
Everyone laughed, and someone said to her: "It's a pity that Shuxue and Bingyan, the most beautiful people in our clan, are not here. Their feathers are so beautiful."
"Yes, yes, Shuxue is as white as snow, and the round spots are honey gold. The ice flames are like ice, and the markings are very light. The flying feather fireworks of the two of them are the most beautiful in our clan."
Hu Guigui longed for it: "How beautiful it would be."
"You can see them when they come back from the Demon Realm Competition."
"By the way, counting the time, it's almost time to come back, right?"
"Almost, almost."
Somewhere in the Demon Realm, a man named Bingyan clutched the ground in pain: Save me, my relatives, please save me!
"Get up and get the medicine."
Bingyan, whose white clothes were dirty and turned into muddy water, suddenly turned over and sat up, shouting: "Hu——"
The standing young man had a cold face and glared sternly.
Bingyan lost his voice and spoke weakly again: "Young Master Hua, didn't you agree to do it every three days?"