The tall woman in a gray monk's robe walked down the mountain with an indifferent expression, her heart was cold and slightly sad. In the five years since her birth and death, she had seen too many conspiracies and tricks, and the darkness and blood in the world. She actually did not agree that she had killed too much.
In her eyes, most of the people on the Duxian Islands, whether they were monks or mortals, deserved to be killed.
When they were ambushed and defeated, the thieves and cultivators were seriously injured and weak. They set fire to and surrounded them in the dark. The ones who drove dogs to bite them were those seemingly pitiful guys because their heads were valuable. Their eyes were glowing green in the dark.
Still lurking and ready to move, not once or twice, but again and again.
Many of the comrades in the team were severely injured and left alone, but not one or two were brutally attacked by the swarms of ruthless people.
The thieves are like leeks, they will come back to life after being cut off.
She didn't like that sinful place, and she didn't like the countless malicious eyes prying in the dark.
The leader of thieves who can never be killed. Whenever she encounters an ambush and pursues thieves, she will kill them without hesitation. No matter whether they are monks or mortals, there are no survivors in the killing field. Make sure that her team is safe first.
She has been hardened to the point of becoming as hard as iron. She is no longer the simple girl she was back then who was so entangled in her heart that she dared not improve her cultivation even after she injured her opponent during a sparring match.
She released the thunder beast cub that had been imprisoned all the way from the gray leather bag on her waist. With her left hand, she held the furry little guy who had not grown up much after being with her for three years to her chest. With her right hand, she gently stroked her and named her "Snowball".
"The cub's head.
Only in this way can she quickly calm down the depression in her heart and the evil spirits in her body.
The cub, which had swallowed countless spiritual energy stones, enjoyed the caress of its owner with half-closed eyes. Twice, the little guy showed its sharp teeth and claws and fiercely killed the ferocious dogs and humans who tried to attack its owner.
Hearing Mr. Donkey's unique laughter in the air, the female warrior went straight down the mountain without stopping.
Qian Jing jumped out from behind the tree, his eyes were shining and he shouted: "What a cute dog, give me a hug!"
Shui was as clear as if the only evil spirit left on her body had melted away from the ice and snow, and it had become invisible. A long-lost smile appeared on her face. She patted the snowball that Qian Jing had dug into her arms and ignored him, and lectured: "Don't bite people randomly, do you understand?"
?Give her a hug and you won’t lose a piece of your flesh. Stop pretending to me.”
With the cub Snowball's intelligence, he had already been able to understand her words.
She pulled out the little guy who was twisting his butt in protest and stuffed it into Qian Jing's face. When she was in the Duxian Islands, she had never let anyone touch the snowball.
"Sister Qingru, what does it like to eat?"
"It eats spiritual fruits, spiritual herbs, spiritual energy stones, etc. without being picky."
"What's its name...why doesn't it eat the spiritual fruit I feed? Then I'll try another one."
"Call Snowball, he may not be hungry yet."
Shui Qingru knew that the little guy wouldn't eat food from outsiders, so she excused herself with a smile.
The two women teased the pitiful and aggrieved Thunder Beast cub and walked towards the yard of their residence to the east.
Along the way, fellow monks would greet Shui Qingru from time to time and salute him.
On the top of the mountain, You Mengchang became invisible in advance, escaped from the West Hall and drifted off to play somewhere unknown. He did not want to come into contact with outsiders.
Since ancient times, the Menmei clan has been a mysterious existence.
Guanzhu Zhang was chatting with Xiao Ni'er who couldn't sit still. Lu Zijin was boiling water and making tea. Guanzhu Zhang glanced down the mountain and showed a smile. What a cute little thunder beast cub. The apprentice can survive such a strong evil spirit.
He didn't lose his character because of the contribution of that little beast.
The moment Shui Qingru released the Thunder Beast cub, the donkey froze in the air as if there was an electric shock. He noticed that the little beast was unusual, and he had an uncontrollable vague idea in his mind to devour the little thing.
Just like the wolf king discovers that a mastiff king cub appears in his territory, he must get rid of it quickly.
It’s not about right or wrong, it’s about the instinct to fight for the path of spiritual practice.
Zhang Wenfeng noticed Lu Zijin's absent-mindedness and silence, and the greedy and strange look he occasionally glanced at the foot of the east mountain. After thinking about it for a moment, he suddenly understood and said, "Lu Zijin, that precious stone hanging around your neck
Bring the soul chalcedony beads and let me help you carve the mantra and make it into a magic weapon to guard your mind."
Lu Zijin doesn’t do what he wants, he laughs
Take out the beads that have been worn for many years and are shiny and colorful with restrained brilliance.
Xiao Ni'er watched the viewer use a fine magic weapon to carve the seal on the surface of the bead, leaving behind the runes of Yuan Ting's mantra, which were as light as spider silk. They were circled within a circle. It was so complicated that it took less than half a quarter of an hour.
Engraving is completed.
There are colorful lights flashing and disappearing inside the beads.
The surface of the beads is as smooth as ever, with no engraving marks visible.
"Master, please help me engrave some mantras on this jade carving of "Carp Jumping over the Dragon Gate" and make it into a magic weapon."
Xiao Ni'er didn't know what politeness meant, so he took off the large multicolored jade sculpture hanging around his neck.
Zhang Wenfeng took it casually, looked at it for a moment, and carved on the scales with a knife. With his current level of talisman making, it was no problem to carve a simple talisman. He said, "Let me rest for a few days before setting off, Xiaoni."
When my son arrives, help me guard the sect for a few days. During this time, you can play here or go back."
There was civil strife on Qianxi Island in the far west, and he wanted to know more about the situation.
The next trip to Zhenlong Cave may take ten days and a half.
"I'm playing here and I'm too lazy to run back and forth for a few days. Lu Zijin, why don't you go back?"
"I haven't been back to Shanmen for a long time. Let's stay for a while."
Lu Zijin was a little absent-minded.
After helping Xiao Ni'er finish carving the mantra runes on the jade carving, he washed his hands and drank tea and chatted. A flash of light flew in the door. Zhang Wenfeng waved and caught the yellow rune. After a brief inspection, he stood up and said with a smile: "In front of the Taoist Fellow of Jiuhe Palace.
If you come to visit, I have to go and greet you. Do you want to go with me, or..."
"I don't know him. Don't be interested in meeting this bad old man. Let's go play with Hu Qiang'er and Leng Xiang. It's been a long time since we snatched Sha Ni's toys, hehe."
Xiao Ni'er pulled Lu Zi and ran away in a hurry.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and shook his head, and the little Ni'er, who didn't grow up, floated out.
I exchanged polite greetings with Feng Qiyue at the Xinshan Gate Archway for a while. Without too much red tape, I invited the guests into the new hall on the mountain to burn incense, and then went to the side hall to serve tea and talk.
Feng Qiyue said some words of gratitude again. After all his hardships, he passed through an important pass and took out a simple jade tube from his sleeve. The seal on it was tight. He smiled and said: "The ancestors left a little sacred soil, which is not even a small gift."
There are two ancient tree sprites in Xianling Temple, and all the sects with a little knowledge know about them.
Giving gifts is not about making them precious, it is about giving them just right.
Zhang Wenfeng chuckled and said, "Brother Feng, you are making it clear that you won't let me shirk. You are too polite."
He was in need of divine soil to cultivate vermilion wood. Even if other sects had stocks, most of them would not exchange them. Feng Qiyue's move was considered a wise gift and he was a fastidious person.
After chatting for half an hour, Feng Qiyue, who had achieved the purpose of the relationship, said goodbye and went back with satisfaction.
Zhang Wenfeng saw off his guests and took a stroll by the stream, watching the sneaky man go into the courtyard where the water was as clear as water. He wanted to see what kind of trouble that man was going to cause.
Do you still want to eat that little beast right under his nose?