Ge Laodao didn't speak. He huffed and puffed for a long time before transmitting the message: "There is indeed a script. I became a leopard monster in the woods ten miles away!"
"Isn't that good?" Taoist Qinghe asked doubtfully. Wouldn't this make it easier to interact with Dragon Turtle? Why can I still hear a hint of anger in Ge Laodao's tone?
Ge Laodao gasped for a few times before the message came over: "Then tell me, why does a leopard have a leopard king like a lion? The leopard king also has a harem!"
At this moment, in the illusion, Ge Laodao was facing eight female leopards in heat and was at a loss.
Taoist Qinghe was stunned for a moment and stopped talking. His beard was twitching. He wanted to laugh but suppressed it.
I wonder how Daoyou Ge is doing in the illusion? If you were the lowest level little demon, you might not be able to defeat the leopards, right?
He wanted to make a joke, but at this moment a huge thought came from nowhere and suddenly exploded over Dongyun Mountain.
Su Huanian was dressed in white, and his translucent thought incarnation stood above the battlefield. His eyes fell on the eight demon statues of the Ming Dynasty, and he carved them into his eyes one by one.
Senior Brother Ge, Junior Sister Yu, Senior Brother Qiao...
She clicked through them one by one, and her eyes finally landed on Feng Yiju.
He said nothing, just looked at him quietly, not angry or sad, just watching quietly.
The atmosphere suddenly became weird.
The lower battlefield cannot sense it and is still fighting. The upper battle areas stopped one after another.
Especially on the top floor, everyone knew what happened to Feng Yaya, and there was a strange tranquility at this moment.
I couldn't hide it, Su Huanian was the second step in the world, and I could tell what was happening at a glance.
Feng Yiju slowly closed his eyes. He didn't know where Su Huanian's incarnation came from. There are too many possibilities. Su Huanian was born in Qingyuan and grew up in Qingyuan. Maybe any leaf carries her spiritual thoughts.
So after breaking through the Qingyuan mountain-protecting formation that day, Feng Yiju took the opportunity to make changes and immediately added the suppression of Su Huanian's spiritual thoughts, but he didn't want to think that there would be fish that slipped through the net.
Several demon statues of the Ming Dynasty remained motionless, did not speak, did not explain or hide their heads, and remained motionless.
Su Huanian looked at Feng Yiju, as if he were chatting with each other, and his voice was extremely calm: "From now on, you and I will have nothing to do with each other."
Feng Yiju didn't respond, and a strand of hair on his temples burned.
Su Huanian's thoughts were transformed and then shattered.
In the great world of Yaoguang, the ancestral land of the Hechuan people, bluebirds flew above Su Huanian's head. They were chirping incessantly, but suddenly they became silent.
The soul beast has a spiritual connection with its master, and it already knows what happened to the Qingyuan Sect.
He opened his mouth but didn't know how to make a sound.
I just watched the strand of black hair on Su Huanian's temples burn out, and then a strand of white hair appeared to replace the original black hair.
Su Huanian looked in the direction of Qingyuan and stood quietly for an unknown amount of time before a tear fell down his cheek.
The fairy sword in his hand slashed in the air. He couldn't see or touch it, but he clearly cut something.
"Blue Bird, follow me on the flying boat and go up the Liuguang River. Return to Qingyuan."
"But, that is the Liuguang River controlled by the Emperor's Great World." The blue bird's head was so big.
"Then kill him back."
Su Huanian raised her hands lightly, and her green jade fingers moved one after another on the "blessing" green energy. She could feel that the dragon turtle was still calling her, again and again.
She didn't know who else in the Qingyuan Sect was trustworthy, but Long Gui was introduced to the sect by Yaya and stayed with Yaya all day long, so he should be trustworthy.
In the fantasy world where there is a dragon turtle, there is her!
Send another thought into the illusion, asking the dragon turtle to take Yaya away immediately.
In the realm of Xuanqing Guanhuan, time passes quickly. Midsummer has passed early and it is already late autumn. Su He emerged from the lake with a grass carp in his mouth, placed the fish on the bluestone and looked at Su Huanian: "How about... some sashimi?"
"Why?" Su Huanian opened his eyes and looked at him.
After being together for a long time, Su Huanian spent more time talking to Su He. Unlike before, even if you ask four or five questions, you may not get a single reply.
Su He said coquettishly: "With good nutrition, you can gain a little weight."
"Am I very thin?" Su Huanian asked.
Su He's eyes passed over her body and paused on her chest for a moment: "I will definitely not be thin in the future, but I am a little bit now."
Turtles are indeed spiritual, but it is not true that they can predict whether they will be fat or thin in the future. Besides, being fat or thin does not affect your spiritual practice, so why should you care? Su Hua young shook her head lightly, she still didn't like meat.
"Are you about to hibernate?"
Su He felt melancholy in his heart, even though he had already started practicing. But the tortoise's nature is still there, and these days it drives him to hunt and store energy. The temperature has dropped, and the days of hibernation are coming.
"Where will you go after I hibernate?"
Su Huanian shook his head: "I don't know, maybe we will live in a cottage here, or we may visit famous mountains and rivers to find Taoist friends."
"Will you come again next year?"
"I don't know."
Then no more hibernation. Su He sank into the water. The water temperature had dropped and his movements became sluggish.
After catching a few fish and shrimps, I slowly swam up the water, only to see that Su Huanian had cut up the grass carp on the bluestone at some point, put it on a plate, and was tasting it with balsamic vinegar and mustard.
The turtle was happy.
A salesman passed by the day before yesterday and exchanged the mustard for the mustard with the silver he picked up from the bottom of the lake.
It's a pity that when the salesman heard the huge turtle talking, he put down all the mustard tremblingly and ran away without even having the money to collect the goods.
Su He was very hurt.
Time passed day by day, and the white-haired old man from Su Huanian's family came several times. Su He didn't like him. Every time he comes, he always praises Feng Buyi in front of Su Huanian.
Su He really couldn't figure out what this old man was thinking. His girl had already become a Taoist, and her lifespan and abilities were unimaginable. Why was she still obsessed with the promise and wanting to marry a fairy to a mortal?
Don’t you know that since ancient times, there have been no good scholars?
Can't such an old Jianghu understand this? The old man's skills were not low, and Su He felt that even he might not be able to beat this old man now. The old man once smashed a boulder as big as a millstone with one punch in front of him.
It is completely a deterrent by force. Su He couldn't understand. He had never revealed anything in front of the old man. The old man seemed to be very wary of him.
He was on guard and still ordered him around as a matter of course. Every time he came, Su He would go to the lake to catch a few carps for him. Sometimes they have to be sent home. He lives in the town ahead, where he has a martial arts studio and lives a semi-reclusive life.
When the old man came again, there was light snow in the sky, and thin ice edges began to appear on the lake. Su He seldom goes into the water. He has not eaten for two days. He is still not hibernating now because he relies on his will.
The old man had a great time singing and dancing here all day long, because news came from the capital that Feng Buyi High School's sweetheart would be returning in glory soon.
Su He thought they were bragging. How could the imperial examination be held during this season?
Is it okay if Modu can’t be opened?
When the old man left, it was getting colder.
Su He looked at Su Huanian: "Can I hibernate in your thatched house this year?"
