Fan Jingwen was a little embarrassed to say: "This... is a bit difficult to explain in words."
The little snail was like Fan Jingwen's mouth substitute, and hummed again: "Huh, that woman is stupid. The master just thought she was pitiful and gave her some food, so she wanted to marry him! The master even declined her, She still wants to fight..."
What and what? Will a little princess from the demon clan be short of food? Listening to the little snail chirping, Jiang Yan said that he was still very fascinated!
Seeing Jiang Yan's confusion, Fan Jingwen reluctantly explained the whole story briefly.
Three years ago, the secret realm of Xishan was opened, and many practitioners went to try it out. Mo Youyue, the little princess of the demon tribe, also came to join in the fun. She dressed herself up like an ordinary nun, so no one knew she was a demon.
At that time, Fan Jingwen had just entered Zixuan Sect for three months. As an inner disciple, he had the opportunity to go on trial with his senior brothers and sisters.
The first time Fan Jingwen met Mo Youyue was in the fantasy forest in the secret realm. He was separated from his senior brothers and sisters at that time.
He saw that the little girl came out to do the trial alone and was lost and hungry, so he gave her half of his rations.
Since then, the little girl often went to see him and always said that she would commit herself to him. He said it was just a simple task and asked the little girl not to worry, so the little girl disappeared for a while.
When we met again, her dressing style completely changed...
She still refused to give up and asked him if he would marry her. He said that she was a good girl and he didn't want to get married so early. The little girl turned around and ran away without saying another word.
Unexpectedly, he was approached by three messengers from the Demon Clan, saying that they would take him back to marry the little Demon Clan princess.
They said that Mo Youyue was the little princess of their demon clan, but she ran away from home because of him. If we capture him and take him back, maybe the little princess will be willing to go back...
After Jiang Yan heard a lot of words, he silently complained in his heart: Tsk, tsk, tsk, buddy, I am afraid that girl fell in love with you at first sight and became interested in her!
He doesn't believe in "promising oneself with one's body"!
After taking a look at Fan Jingwen, he was like a sunny, handsome, little puppy. It turns out that the little princess of the demon clan likes this type!
"Brother, tell me, do you like her?" Jiang Yan asked curiously.
Fan Jingwenjun blushed slightly and said sheepishly, "I just want to practice hard now. It's still early for love!"
"Could it be that you are obsessed with her demonic identity? Brother, let me tell you, love does not distinguish between race and age..."
After a pause, he changed the subject, "Don't wait until you lose it before you regret it!"
In Jiang Yan's memory, there were four major races on the Xuantian Continent: humans, demons, monsters and beasts. They all have the opportunity to cultivate and become immortals, but their cultivation paths are different.
The demons once had the same origin as the human race, but at some point a long time ago, due to the temptation of exploring the path of power, some humans strayed into the demonic path, gradually drifted away, and became a clan of their own. Since then, the relationship between the two tribes has been tense, and disputes have continued for thousands of years.
"Actually, I have no prejudice against her identity..." Fan Jingwen patiently explained again for fear of Jiang Yan misunderstanding.
He mentioned that the demons are not entirely evil, and there are also kind-hearted people among them, which are called the "good demons". Mo Youyue is the little princess of Demon Moon Palace.
Demon Moon Palace is a member of the Zhengmo Clan, and they have never done anything harmful to nature. It is said that in the past, they had joined forces with the cultivating sect to jointly destroy the evil cultivating forces.
"Oh, okay..." Jiang Yan secretly pondered in his heart, guessing that the sect bosses would not stage the sensational drama of reluctantly parting ways with him and her.
This guy Fan Jingwen just doesn't have a bright mind and doesn't know what he's doing!
As the saying goes, those in authority are confused, but onlookers know clearly! you do not say!
In order to prevent the three demon envoys from returning, Fan Jingwen decisively decided to leave this place as soon as possible.
He said goodbye to Jiang Yan, "Jiang Yan, nice to meet you. We are destined to meet again!"
Jiang Yan waved to him, "Okay, brother, have a nice trip!"
"Xiaobao, let's go." Fan Jingwen said to the little snail.
As soon as he finished speaking, the little snail jumped off Fan Jingwen's shoulder and instantly became as big as a truck tire.
There used to be small parrots that grew in size, but now the little snails have grown in size. Jiang Yan is no longer surprised.
He finally understood that perhaps today's immortal cultivators like to look for mounts that can be "carried around and can be easily retracted and retracted"!
However, a snail is so slow, can it also be used as a mount?
Just when he thought Fan Jingwen would sit on the snail's back, Fan Jingwen stood on tiptoes, jumped slightly, and stood on the snail's back.
Then, the snail retracted its head into its shell. Fan Jingwen followed Jiang Yan's previous gesture and waved goodbye to him.
Jiang Yan only felt a gust of wind blowing by, and in the blink of an eye, one person and one snail had "flyed" far away.
It's not quite accurate to say it's flying. It's more like Fan Jingwen standing on a snail like a giant tire, and the snail is like a super hot wheel, rolling forward rapidly.
Even if Nezha saw it, he would feel inferior!
But, what did the snail do wrong that you treat it like this? Tsk, tsk, tsk, you still call me "Xiaobao"!
Jiang Yan didn't stay any longer. It was time for him to go back to the cave and wait for his ancestor.
When he almost reached the entrance of the cave, the sky had become pitch black and he could not see his fingers.
"You brat, are you willing to come back?" Mr. Mo's loud voice reached Jiang Yan's ears.
When Jiang Yan heard the sound, he immediately ran towards the cave and saw Mo Lao sipping tea again.
The little parrot that was standing on Mr. Mo's shoulder flapped its little wings and flew towards Jiang Yan, "The weak chicken is back, the weak chicken is back."
Jiang Yan gritted his teeth, "You! Who are you talking about, 'weak chicken'?"
"The 'weak chicken' is talking about you, the 'weak chicken' is talking about you!" the little parrot repeated.
Jiang Yan laughed heartily, "Hahahahaha, yes, you are the weakling, remember!"
"Ahem..." Mo Lao faked a cough to remind Jiang Yan that he was still here!
"Ancestor, long time no see!" Jiang Yan said to Mr. Mo, with a smile on his face.
After sizing up Jiang Yan, Mr. Mo nodded frequently: "Yes, not bad, not bad. We are in the middle stage of Qi refining. I'm here to take you back."
"Great, ancestor, let's set off quickly!" Jiang Yan responded excitedly.
He had stayed at Yuhua Peak for too long, eating tasteless food every day, and his mouth almost felt like a bird! In the novel, the protagonist carries the condiments with him. What a clever move!
Mr. Mo took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Jiang Yan, saying, "Boy, the sect will recruit new members in three days. I have already registered your name for you. Keep this notice."
"Ancestor, thank you!" Jiang Yan took the notice and thanked Mr. Mo.
"Xiao Wu, let's go." Mo Lao ordered.
In this way, the two of them left the cave.
This time Jiang Yan was smarter. He jumped on the parrot's back and immediately hugged its neck tightly. On the way back, there was no more unpleasantness for one person and one bird.
As soon as he returned to Cuizhuyuan, Xiaobai flew towards Jiang Yan like an arrow from a string.
Jiang Yan hugged Xiao Bai and teased: "Oh, Xiao Bai, you are so impressed by my damn charm!"
"Meow... Meow... Meow..." Xiaobai rolled his eyes and complained: Humph! What a narcissist!
