Yu Wenwen was a little angry. This guy was really speechless. She was about to say something, but she saw something that surprised her.
The handsome young man walked up to the spirit raccoon that had already lost its vitality, and then stretched his right hand forward.
The young fox, who had just opened his eyes, had a confused look on his face, and then he struggled to push against the spirit fox's body and let out a childish cry.
When he didn't get any response, the little guy slowly turned his head and called softly to the boy.
Shen Yu pointed at the spirit fox and said, "This is your mother. Unfortunately, she is dead, but you have to remember her."
After speaking, the young man pointed to himself again, "I am not your father, you must remember this."
The young fox blinked its dark blue eyes, looking confused.
Yu Wenwen looked at the scene in front of her curiously.
Shen Yu stood up and explained: "I have to say, I don't like being a human father."
Yu Wenwen said: "You are an interesting person."
Shen Yu smiled and said, "Fortunately, you didn't say that I am a good person."
Afterwards, Shen Yu found a stream not far from the edge of the forest and sat down to clean the blood on his body.
Yu Wenwen was bathing the little fox on the other side. The little guy was obedient, but his head always pointed in the direction of Shen Yu. The two pointed ears are always raised high, for fear that the other party will disappear.
Half an hour later, Shen Yu walked out of the creek. The little cub followed closely beside Shen Yu's feet, biting his trouser legs from time to time to remind Shen Yu not to forget it, but the little guy was too small. After taking a few steps, he fell hard, then got up again and continued to follow.
Yu Wenwen looked at this scene and smiled: "It seems like it likes you very much."
Shen Yu didn't know who he was thinking of, and murmured: "Another one is here."
.....
Many people have gathered at the foot of the mountain.
A long time has passed. Ye Zhiqiu and Shang Yingluo have come down from the mountain, but Shen Yu is still nowhere to be seen.
Could it be that Shen Yu has reached the top? The pressure at the foot of the mountain was already too much for everyone to resist, let alone at the top of the mountain.
Yan Qingshu's eyebrows tightened, and she was slightly worried, wondering if she should go up and take a look.
Shang Yingluo was so worried that she sat cross-legged at the back of the crowd and kept touching her stomach, feeling a little hungry.
She simply didn't think that Shen Yu would be unable to withstand the pressure of the Lingbao on the top of the mountain and be in danger.
This experience of Fenbaoya's pressure also attracted the attention of several senior brothers in Qinglu Palace. In the distance, there were three or five people standing under a tall green pine. Several of them had stern expressions and were wearing blue disciple clothes.
One of them, wearing a crescent moon crown, long sleeves and good dancing, with a hint of pride on his handsome face, was born to be the focus of the crowd.
Everyone whispered that this person was actually the famous disciple of the master of Qinglu Hall, Chen Jianzhi.
He has a distinguished status. The master of the Qinglu Hall is in charge of the punishment of Dao Zong. Chen Jianzhi is his disciple. When he was only in his twenties, he replaced his master to supervise the young disciples in the sect.
He is truly a dragon and a phoenix among men.
I just don’t know why such characters appear here.
Someone suddenly let out an exclamation, and everyone followed his gaze.
It turned out that Shen Yu appeared on the stone steps at the foot of the mountain, but what made them exclaim was not the handsome young man, but another beautiful woman in red.
The charming woman also held a white spirit raccoon in her hand.
The breeze blows, the woman's green hair floats, and her red dress sways with the wind, like a fairy coming to earth.
All the disciples seemed to be crazy.
The eyes of the girls were full of envy and longing, while the men looked at Shen Yu with jealousy, admiration, and more of envy.
Yan Qingshu also came from Duzhen Palace and knew his junior sister Yu's temperament very well. She couldn't hide her surprise when she saw this scene.
The face of the handsome man in the distance became more and more gloomy, as cold as frost.
...
Yu Wenwen looked at the crowd not far away and said, "You are quite popular."
Shen Yu said: "Their focus is not on me."
Yu Wenwen smiled and said nothing. Over the years, she had long been accustomed to such scenes, and casually handed over the spirit fox in her hand.
Shen Yu took it and walked side by side with her.
This scene caused another exclamation of surprise.
"Did you see it? Senior Sister Yu actually gave that boy a spirit raccoon."
"What does this mean, a token of love? How can this be..."
"Why not? The Dao Sect has never stopped its disciples from becoming Taoist couples. Even among the Seven Peaks, there are many of them."
Yu Wenwen has a high realm, so she naturally heard everyone's words. Even though she has a calm temper, she is also a little embarrassed at this time.
"I'm leaving first. If you need anything, you can come to Duzhen Hall to find me." When the two of them reached the foot of the mountain, the woman left a word and turned around to leave.
Shen Yu looked at the tall figure retreating away, then gently stroked the spirit fox's hair and said, "You should follow her."
"Ugh."
The spirit raccoon screamed, a little confused.
"Shen Yu, where did this little guy come from? He's so cute."
Shang Yingluo ran over, took the spirit raccoon from Shen Yu's arms, and rubbed it hard on its soft hair.
The originally peaceful spirit raccoon suddenly started to tremble for some reason, curled up into a ball, and shivered.
Shen Yu didn't care, he just looked around and finally felt the strange atmosphere around him.
"What are they looking at?"
"What does Uncle Yan's eyes mean? Appreciation and encouragement?"
"And the guy at the farthest end, who looks like a tree in the wind, why is he so straight-faced? Do I owe him money?"
....
It's late at night and people are not quiet.
Everyone casually lit a few bonfires at the foot of the mountain, and gathered around in groups to meditate and practice. It was still a month before the opening of Separation Treasure Cliff, and no one wanted to return to Qingcuiping.
Shen Yu was sitting some distance away, turning over a three-feathered golden pheasant. Such spiritual beasts with a hint of aura were everywhere. Shen Yu's craftsmanship was good, and soon the air was filled with an alluring scent. fragrance.
Although everyone has already entered the Taoist realm, and some have been fasting for a long time, they are still attracted by the fragrance.
This young man is much more serious when roasting chicken than when he is practicing.
Shang Yingluo was chasing the little civet. At this time, she had already named the little guy, Shaobing.
The little girl stubbornly believed that delicious food also had nice names, and after a brief contact with her, the little civet no longer had any fear, and followed her and started having fun happily.
In the distance, several senior brothers from Qinglu Palace did not leave.
Chen Jianzhi had been observing all afternoon until he saw Shen Yu roasting chicken leisurely, his face as dark as water, and finally he clenched his fists and walked over.
.....
The fire flickered.
Shen Yu looked up, and the most eye-catching thing was the Taoist crown with silver light on his head, and then his handsome and gloomy face.
Shen Yu felt his hostility, which he often encountered many years ago.
Shen Yu was still hesitating whether he should say hello to this person.
The handsome man said: "Are you Shen Yu?"
Shen Yu sighed secretly, followed by these few sentences.
The handsome man said coldly: "Stay away from her."
The man looked at the young man proudly and continued: "My name is Chen Jianzhi, Chen Jianzhi of the Law Enforcement Pavilion of Qinglu Palace."
Shen Yu sighed and looked at the stars in the sky, thinking that this kind of clichéd plot would still be boring even after three thousand years.
