In Langya Pavilion, a slender, fair and slender jade hand gently opened the door. The warm spring sun shone lazily on the green floor-length skirt. The simple accessories on the long skirt sparkled under the sunlight, and the
Snowy and greasy skin complement each other beautifully.
The only fly in the ointment was that there was always a trace of inexorable sadness and exhaustion on the woman's face, which greatly ruined her stunning face.
And this woman is naturally the nominal second-in-command of Langya Pavilion, and the actual first-in-command, the wife of the Pavilion Master, the ninth-grade golden elixir level master of alchemy, Yihuang!
"Roar!"
Yihuang, who was comfortably bathing in the sun, was attracted by a beast's roar at his feet. A small one-horned tiger with its back and two wings, as tall as knee-high, leaned close to its feet and kept rubbing against it.
"Xiaohu, do you want to ask your mother for elixirs again?"
With that said, Yihuang took out a jade bottle from the Najie and poured out a black elixir the size of a dragon's eye. As soon as the elixir came out, the condensed elixir fragrance instantly filled the entire courtyard. The little tiger stared intently.
The elixir was pinched by two green jade fingers, and the tears spurned by his own depravity flowed down the corners of his mouth unconsciously.
"Ah~ come on, open your mouth!"
Following Yihuang's movements, the little tiger closed its eyes tightly and opened its mouth as wide as possible, waiting to be fed.
"Teacher, why did you give him another pill?"
Before the feeding was completed, Yihuang's actions were interrupted by a helpless voice from the side. A banished fairy, as cold as snow, appeared in the courtyard, causing the little tiger to glare at him for a while. At the same time, he hid behind Yihuang's feet, cautiously
He looked at the uninvited guest.
"Xian'er, you're here. Xiao Wu, the kid, isn't with you?"
"Teacher, please don't change the topic."
"Isn't Xiaohu growing taller?"
As if she had been caught doing something bad, Yihuang put away the elixir in embarrassment. She also knew that feeding too many elixirs was not conducive to absorption, but every time she saw the little guy's pitiful eyes and flattering movements, she couldn't bear to refuse.
.
"Xian'er, how about this time and not the next time?"
Xian'er didn't speak, but looked at the slightly embarrassed Yihuang expressionlessly.
Xian'er: I used to believe in the word "Next time will never be the same," but you made me lose so completely.
"Come with me."
Saying that, Xian'er grabbed the little tiger Destiny by the back of his neck and picked it up with a helpless expression on Yihuang's face.
"Tell me, did you go to the dining room to eat secretly last night?"
As he spoke, he patted the little tiger's soft belly, arousing surging waves of flesh.
Thinking about the desperate expression of the cook in charge of the dining room when he reported to him today, and the miserable state of the dining room with only four walls left, Xian'er became extremely angry.
Thanks to the fact that the disciples of Langya Pavilion are all cultivators, their daily need for food is not that big. They only have the occasional toothpaste, but they can’t afford to do this!
"How dare you take pills like this?"
"Have you practiced cultivation? Have you grown taller? Can you speak?"
"What else is on your mind besides eating? Besides gaining weight, what else can you achieve?..."
Sharp knives came out of Xian'er's mouth and were inserted into the heart of the little tiger who was used to it and had rough skin and thick flesh. In order to give the woman opposite a sense of accomplishment, the little tiger even pretended to cover it with his little claws.
Eyes indicate recognition of mistake.
It's also very difficult! Doesn't it want to grow up? If it weren't for the inability to speak to others, the little tiger would have already told the other person about his grievances for so many years.
Ever since he was brought to Langya Pavilion, the little tiger whom Yihuang treated as his favorite had taken countless high-level pills in the past decades.
If you are a fifth-grade person, you won’t see it, if you are a sixth-grade person, you will treat it as a meal, if you are a seventh-grade person, you will still do it, and if you are an eighth-grade person, you can occasionally take a look.
He was sure that not many of his ancestors had such treatment!
According to the method of taking this elixir, he should have been promoted to the first level monster long ago. What puzzled him was that now he was only at the fifth level. It was really a knife stabbing his butt that opened his eyes.
The most outrageous thing is that I can't speak or transform!
Even if the Transformation Pill is taken into the stomach, it will have no effect at all. Even if Yihuang checks it himself, he can't find anything wrong.
In the simple thinking of the little tiger, if he wants to speak and transform, then continue to advance, grow up, how to grow up, and eat!
However, after eating it for many years, its strength has declined instead of increasing. Its body has become smaller and it looks fatter. It used to be regarded as a man-eating beast by passers-by when walking on the road. But now it looks like this, no matter how it shows its teeth and claws, it looks to others.
Just a powerless milk cat.
Thinking like this, the little tiger only felt that he was even more wronged, and his big golden eyes were filled with tears unknowingly.
"Hmm~"
"Um?"
Xian'er was also keenly aware of the strangeness of the little tiger, and was very surprised.
Why are you still crying?
According to her understanding of the former, shouldn't it be ignored, going in one ear and out the other?
"Stop crying, okay?"
Xian'er's tone softened,
"Do you want to take pills? Do you want to eat something delicious?"
"As long as you don't cry, sister will do anything for you..."
"I'll do it."
Seeing Xian'er's clumsy comfort at a loss, Yihuang, who had been silent for a long time, reluctantly took over the important task of comforting the heartbroken little tiger. She held her in her arms and patted the tiger's back rhythmically with her palms. After a while,
The little tiger fell asleep like a newborn baby.
"This child's mind seems to have deteriorated a little more?"
Yihuang looked at the little cutie who hummed from time to time in her sleep, her eyebrows furrowed even deeper.
"What the hell is going on?"
Initially, the little tiger's growth was completely in line with expectations. With sufficient supply of elixirs and materials, it broke through to the sixth level in less than ten years.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, after the sixth level, like a balloon being punctured, the cultivation level in the little tiger's body quickly drained away. From then on, no matter how he prepared and swallowed the pills, he could still only maintain the level of the sixth level.
Down.
Such a strange situation is almost the same as when Xiao Yan's fighting spirit was secretly sucked away.
However, even if the World of Warcraft Emperor Zhu Kun personally inspected it, there was no more conclusion except that he could vaguely sense that there was something inside the little tiger that made him very disgusted.
"Teacher, you'd better have a good rest, you've been very tired during this period!"
"Isn't the teacher taking a break now?"
Yihuang asked rhetorically.
There is no confusion about silk and bamboo, and there is no need to worry about documents. Such a leisurely and comfortable life is what she has always pursued. Of course, it would be better if some bastard who left without saying goodbye and hasn't returned for many years is by her side.
Seeing the teacher's familiar expression, Xian'er knew that the teacher was missing someone again. She sighed softly and was about to leave. Suddenly, an excited shout spread throughout Langya Pavilion.
"Yihuang, I brought that bastard back!"
Bastard? What bastard?
Without giving the two people time to wonder, the next moment, Ye Jianxin and Xiao Han appeared in the courtyard.
"Ahem...that..."
The figure he longed for was right in front of him, but Xiao Han felt a sense of cowardice in his hometown and didn't know what to say.
Xian'er, who was about to scream in surprise, was quietly taken away by Ye Jianxin's eyes, leaving only a pair of figures in the courtyard.
"Huang'er, I'm back."
A few simple words, but they hide the speaker's complex emotions, including the excitement and joy of reunion, but more importantly, the guilt of not having heard from him for many years and not coming back in time when his relatives were in the most danger.
"I'm back."
After giving Xiao Han a faint glance, Yihuang's reaction was so calm that it frightened him a little.
"I thought you died outside!"
This sentence has a hint of crying. There is no news from my husband, and my daughter is wandering in front of the gate of hell. In order not to worry my relatives and friends, I need to force myself to keep smiling at all times. When there is no one around, I have no one to rely on.
I can only cry secretly.
Until then, the weakness and grievances that Yihuang had hidden for many years broke out in an instant, and her constant sobbing sounded like a whip dipped in salt water, which struck Xiao Han's heart hard.
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Han walked forward quickly, threw the troublesome little tiger on the grass aside, hugged his wife into his arms, and expressed his apology over and over again.