Seeing that it was no longer struggling, Yunli let go of his hand and looked at his face in the water mirror. Fortunately, he was not injured.
The little black chicken, who had regained his freedom, glared angrily at Yunli who was picking up his food vat. Yunli lowered his eyes and comforted him: "Don't worry, I won't starve you."
After saying that, he reached out to the basket again. Not to mention, these spiritual fruits are very delicious, moist, juicy, crisp and refreshing, and the ice is slightly cold, making them very comfortable to eat.
The aggrieved little black chicken glared angrily, flew up, and pecked at the spiritual fruits in the basket until all the spiritual fruits on the surface were left with its beak mark, then stopped and looked at Yunli provocatively.
Yunli rolled her eyes at it, pushed aside the outer layer, picked one from the bottom and nibbled on it, thinking: "Small, I'll keep all the ones with marks for you."
The little black chicken was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and pecked fiercely again. After pecking this basket, he turned around and pecked at another basket.
Yunli narrowed her eyes, grabbed its wings again, and threatened: "Do you know there is a dish called chicken stewed with mushrooms?"
The little black chicken twisted a few times, but failed to break free, and wilted again.
Yunli put it down and ate a few spiritual fruits. Her greedy mind came out. She picked up another one and gnawed on it, one after another.
The wilting little black chicken's anger boiled out again, and its body once again glowed with green light. As its anger became more and more concentrated, if it had substance, a fierce and wild aura also emerged from it. It exploded and shot straight into the sky.
Several disciples passing by outside Xiaomu Peak looked at him in horror, and left in a hurry. Who was the unlucky guy who was assigned to take care of this chicken ancestor?
Inside the house, Yunli was stunned. It really had the blood of Kunpeng. She took a look at the little black chicken at her feet. No matter how she looked at it, it was just a chicken with fried feathers. It was really difficult for her to compare it with the majestic and sun-shielding chicken. Kunpeng is connected.
Seeing that the green awns on the little black chicken were getting stronger and stronger, the spiritual rice, spiritual fruits and vegetables in the room were stirred up by the cyclone, and then were crushed into pieces.
Yunli was speechless, so she ate a few spiritual fruits. The black-crested pheasant with its small belly and chicken intestines was dying, as if its heart and liver had been ripped out. In just a short time, it destroyed twenty or thirty fruits.
She was about to slap back the green light around it with a sword, when the crimson flames in her dantian seemed to have been provoked. They suddenly jumped out of her dantian and reached the center of her eyebrows. In just a moment, they fell back to her dantian and calmed down.
Um?
She raised her hand and touched her eyebrows. What was she doing?
Putting down his hands, the arrogant little black chicken huddled on the ground, shivering, and the fear in his little eyes almost overflowed. Feeling Yunli's gaze, the little black chicken even shrank and did not dare to move.
"You're afraid of Scarlet Flame."
Yunli thought thoughtfully, could it be that the transformation-stage monster in the forest was also scared away by her crimson flame?
Looking inside the dantian, crimson flames were burning quietly above the dantian. Although it was only a small cluster, the flames flickered and flickered, seemingly endless.
She knelt down, stretched out her hand and nodded on its head: "You won't be scared to death, will you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the shivering little black chicken pecked out a scattered grain of spiritual rice and carefully placed it in her palm. After that, it rubbed her finger with its little head, then raised its head and looked at her timidly.
I go!
Yunli was shocked. Is this trying to please?
Seeing that she didn't respond, the little black chicken stretched out its short wings and put the spiritual fruits and vegetables next to it to her hand one by one. It raised its head and looked at her whether to cry or not. It had already surrendered the land and asked for peace. We’ve come to this point, aren’t we satisfied yet?
The little expression was aggrieved. Yunli's heart melted with cuteness. She picked up the little black chicken and rubbed it: "Wow, it's so cute!"
The next day, Yunli prepared a day's ration for the little black chicken and hurried out the door to find out where Wen Xueruo had gone and where her cousin and Ayan were.
As soon as she came out of Xiaomu Peak, she met two fifth-level qi-training disciples. When they saw her, sympathy appeared on their faces. After thinking about it for a moment, she understood what was going on.
With a thought in her heart, she stopped them with a smile: "Two junior brothers, do you live next door?"
"I've met Senior Sister. We are disciples of Yaoyuan. I am Zhang Zhifeng and his name is Wu Dongtao." After the tall and thin boy answered respectfully, he asked again: "Senior Sister is so cool. Where were you on duty before? How did you get sent here? Xiaomufeng went to take care of the chicken ancestor?"
Yunli smiled and said: "My name is Yunli. I just started yesterday. What's going on with the Chicken Ancestor?"
The two teenagers were stunned, they were just starting out. The younger Wu Dongtao on the side said enthusiastically: "This Master Danyang of Qingmu Peak is an alchemy madman, with a cold temper. Except for him and his beloved black-crested pheasant, in the entire Cyanwood Mountains, No one else alive.”
Yunli: Am I not a living person?
"Except for refining alchemy, Master Danyang doesn't care about anything. He only pays special attention to his spiritual pet, the black-crested pheasant, and specially allocated a small wooden peak for it. Half a year ago, Master Danyang went into seclusion to refine elixirs and gave his beloved pet to the Deacon Hall. Over the past six months, the deacon hall has had more than ten people replaced one after another, and each one couldn’t survive for long, so he cried and quit.”
He smacked his lips and said, "I thought I could use this incident to become familiar with Master Danyang. Who would have thought that the black-crested pheasant was so torturous, having to prepare three meals a day for it and take it for a bath and a walk? These are all trivial matters, and they only take a little effort. The key point is, even though it is small, it is a genuine fifth-level monster. If you are not satisfied, I will fight with you. We are just little practitioners. How can I be the opponent of a fifth-level demonic beast? Who can endure being beaten to a bruised nose and face every three days?"
Yunli glanced at him strangely. With such profound feelings and deep resentment, could it be that he had also taken care of her?
"Since it is the fifth level, why don't you ask the uncles in the foundation building stage to take care of it?"
"Why haven't I found it? Initially, this task was taken by an uncle who was in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. He was still bullied. This beast has the blood of Kunpeng and is so powerful that ordinary monks are no match for it. The uncle who is in the later stage of Foundation Establishment can. To deal with it, it is just because it is the beloved pet of Master Danyang, so it is difficult for the masters and uncles to kill it."
Zhang Zhifeng stopped talking to him and said to Yunli: "Senior Sister Yun, please forgive me, we have to go to the medicine garden to help, so we should say goodbye first."
Yunli smiled and waved: "It's good to go, two junior brothers."
After saying goodbye, Yunli started walking around, saying hello and chatting with people he met. At the end of the day, he learned a lot of news.
What makes her happiest is that the Xiaomu Peak she is currently in belongs to the Taiqing Peak Mountain Range, and Master An Ran belongs to the True Lord Fuyu. However, although they belong to the same mountain range, they are far apart.
The nine mountain systems of Taiyi Sect are distributed in the Nine Palaces and Bagua formation. It is said that after the sudden change in the mainland, in order to deal with the problem of insufficient spiritual energy in the end of the Dharma era, the sages and great masters of Taiyi Sect used shocking means to arrange the nine best spiritual veins in the Nine Palaces and Bagua formation.
The Nine Palaces and Bagua Formation itself can be attacked and defended, and has the effect of gathering spiritual energy. Coupled with various other formations, the nine main peaks are the natural spirit gathering formations of Taiyi Sect.
Taiqing Peak is the main peak in the northeast of the Nine Mountains. Qingmu Peak and its cluster peaks and Xiaomu Peak are located in the northeast of the Taiqing Mountains. They are separated from the main peak by the small mountains of Yaoyuan and Yuanmu Peak.
In addition to distance, her current identity is also a problem. She may not even be able to enter the gate of Taiqing Peak.
As for the news about Wen Xueruo and Mu Yan, she didn't find out anything at all. After wandering around for two days, she could only practice and raise chickens in Xiaomu Peak. It was useless to worry. If she continued to wander around, she would arouse suspicion.
Apart from this unhappiness, Yunli lived a happy life. She practiced martial arts and raised chickens every day, ate the rations given by the little black chickens selflessly, and when she got bored, she took the little black chickens and wandered all over the mountains and plains.
Not to mention, the harvest from this walk is really quite big.
Although Xiaomu Peak was small, it also had beautiful scenery, rich products, and many wild spiritual fruits and plants, all of which she stuffed into the stomachs of herself and the little black chicken.
The only dissatisfaction is that her cooking skills are so poor that she only knows how to cook porridge and stew.
The little black chicken had never eaten a human spiritual meal before, and had never seen the world. He ate it with gusto, without feeling disgusted at all, and always looked at Yunli with admiring eyes.
I wonder if Master Danyang would want to tear her apart after he came out of seclusion and found out that his beloved pet, who had eaten the wind and drank the dew, had been cultivated by her to behave like this.
All the way to immortality
