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 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 in 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. Those who set fire to surround them in the dark night and drove dogs to bite them were those seemingly pitiful guys because their heads were valuable and their eyes were glowing green in the dark. Still lurking and ready to move, not once or twice, but again and again.
Among the many comrade teams, when they were seriously injured and left alone, more than one or two were brutally attacked by 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.
She is an endless thief slave. Whenever she encounters an ambush or pursues a thief cultivator, she will let go and kill them without hesitation. No matter if he is a cultivator or a mortal, there are no survivors in the killing field, so she must ensure the safety of her team first.
She has been hardened to the point of becoming as hard as iron. She is no longer the simple girl she used to be who would hurt her opponent during sparring and would not dare to improve her cultivation.
She released the thunder beast cub that had been imprisoned all the way from the gray leather bag on her waist. She held the furry little guy to her chest with her left hand, and gently stroked her with her right hand 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 spirit 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 martial artist went straight down the mountain without stopping.
Qian Jing jumped out from behind the tree, his eyes shining and he shouted: "What a cute dog, give me a hug!"
Shui Qing was like the only evil spirit left on her body melted away from the ice and snow, and it was invisible. A long-lost smile appeared on her face. She gently patted the snowball that Qian Jing ignored and dug into her arms, and lectured: "Don't bite people randomly, 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 long been able to understand her words.
She pulled out the little guy who was twisting his butt in protest and stuffed it into the happy Qian Jing. 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 it? 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 courtyard of their residence to the east.
Along the way, fellow monks would greet Shui Qingru and salute him from time to time.
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 Mengmei 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 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 did not 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 has nothing to do with right or wrong, but with the instinct to fight for the path of spiritual practice.
Zhang Wenfeng noticed Lu Zijin's absent-mindedness and silence, as well as the greedy and strange look he occasionally glanced at the foot of the mountain to the east. 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.
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 brilliance flashing and disappearing inside the beads.
The surface of the beads is as smooth as ever, with no traces of engraving visible.
"Master, please help me carve some mantras for 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 was, 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." Son, you can help me guard the sect for a few days when I arrive. 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 carve 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. Don't be interested in meeting this bad old man. Let's go play with Hu Qian'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.
He and Feng Qiyue, who came to visit, exchanged polite greetings at the Xinshan Gate Archway for a while. Without too much red tape, they 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 another word of gratitude. 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 and he said with a smile: "The little bit of divine soil left by our ancestors is not even a small gift." Please, Guanzhu Zhang, please don’t shirk.”
There are two little ancient tree ghosts in Xianling Temple, and all the sects with a little knowledge know about them.
Giving gifts is not about making them precious, but giving them just right.
Zhang Wenfeng chuckled and said, "Brother Feng, you are making it clear that you don't want me to shirk. You are too polite."
He needed divine soil to cultivate red 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 communication, said goodbye and went back with satisfaction.
Zhang Wenfeng saw off his guests and took a stroll by the stream, watching the sneaky Luzi go into the courtyard where the water was as clear as water. He wanted to see what kind of trouble that guy was going to make.
Do you still want to eat that little beast right under his nose?
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