"Madam, this is the most suitable thing for you."
He bent down and hung the jade plaque on Xihe's waist. In an instant, the brilliance changed and returned to normal.
Fan Xiu nodded with satisfaction, and the group thanked the elder and left. The street was still very lively, with red lanterns hanging from the street to the end of the alley, and all kinds of food and entertainment, which was dazzling.
Everyone had a great time tonight and didn't go back until they were sleepy.
After the Spring Festival, Xihe started teaching his two 'apprentices' again. Occasionally he would take them to Qingmang Mountain for some practical training. Uncle Zhong could not defeat uncivilized animals with his tricks, but the little tree demon was particularly powerful.
When the prey rushes towards it, its small white hands immediately turn into long vines and tie it up tightly.
Snap, snap, snap.
Xihe applauded: "There is progress."
The little tree demon tied up the wolf demon with three strikes, five and two, and laughed: "It's my mother who is so powerful."
The dense forest covering the sky was dark, and the sounds of various animals could be heard in the distance. Fan Xiu and Xihe stood together. Xihe was afraid that he would be bored at home, so he would bring him here every time.
Fan Xiu didn't speak much and left Xihe alone with matters of cultivation.
Uncle Zhong Qiqi Ai Ai said: "Young Madam, am I very stupid? You have taught me for so long and I have not made any progress at all." After saying this, he was very upset and felt that he had embarrassed the young master.
"Some are good at martial arts, and some are good at craftsmanship."
"I am letting you fight in actual combat so that you can have the ability to fight against enemies when you face them in the future. However, this does not mean that you must be extremely skilled. You are still very talented in alchemy, so you can follow this path."
Xihe smiled and said: "So Uncle Zhong, you don't have to worry about this, just do your best."
Uncle Zhong suddenly realized it, bent down, and bowed deeply: "It's the old slave who is in trouble. Thank you young madam for enlightening me."
From now on, when facing the more talented little tree demon, Uncle Zhong was able to maintain a calm mind and was no longer so impatient that he could not sleep. He followed Xihe's teachings and walked forward slowly step by step. Although it was slow, it was extremely solid.
Xihe had always thought that the little tree demon was a quiet vine demon with a bright and free nature.
Later I found out it wasn't.
After three years of teaching, the little guy finally advanced and ran over with a piranha flower showing its teeth and claws. She was so surprised that the melon in her hand almost dropped to the ground, and she pointed at him: "You, what kind of flower is this?"
The little tree demon scratched his head and said matter-of-factly: "Man-eating vine."
Xihe: "..."
Oops, I made a mistake.
But she should have thought of it earlier. After all, this kid is so aggressive. Every time he hears that he is going to fight, he gets so excited that he almost rolls on the ground.
He stepped forward and walked around the flower: "What does it eat?" Does it eat meat?
The next second, the little tree demon said: "Eat meat."
Xihe: "..."
Oh, no wonder he doesn't like anything.
He grabbed the little guy's ear and warned him sternly: "No eating of humans! Even if you cultivate human form, you can't eat any talking spirits or monsters!"
"Mom, it hurts."
He took back his ears and said aggrievedly, "I heard you."
Xihe wanted to hit someone again, and frowned: "What 'people', you are not allowed to talk like this."
I ran around on the streets every day, and I didn’t know who I learned it from. I kept saying "other people" every time. Every time I opened my mouth, Xihe's hands itched. She didn't change her words even after saying it several times, so she couldn't help but take action.
The little tree demon immediately said seriously: "Yes, Mother!"
Phew——
Fan Xiu was delighted.
Xihe closed his eyes, out of sight and out of mind: "Okay, let's go play."
The little tree demon was immediately liberated, and Saya ran out. Soon, the sound of a group of children laughing and joking could be heard outside the courtyard, and then gradually disappeared.
Fan Xiu came up, hugged Xihe and sat down: "Drink tea, don't frown."
In early spring, everything revives. The newly planted flowers in the courtyard bloom, the persimmon tree grows new leaves, and the sun is warm. The two people sit in the courtyard and bask in the sun, which makes people sleepy.
Xihe yawned a little and slumped on the table: "It's so boring."
Turning his head, his eyes lingered on the man. Over the past three years, his temperament has become more and more calm, but the world of cultivation has raised people, and there is no trace of old age. He is still so handsome that people can't close their legs... Ahem, cough, Sin, sin.
"In a few days, it will be the day when Shangyuan Sect accepts disciples once every ten years."
"Well, Xiaobao really wants to join Shangyuan Sect, and he has made an appointment with his friend."
"What about Uncle Zhong?"
Fan Xiu raised his hand to brush the broken hair around her ears, his eyes were gentle: "Aren't you bored? When Xiaobao enters the sect and has a master to look after him, we will go for a walk. What about Uncle Zhong... How about asking him to help drive the car? "
This is also a bit of selfishness on his part. Uncle Zhong’s talent is too poor after all.
The above Yuanzong people are afraid of the lady. If they put people in, for the sake of the lady, they will naturally take care of her. But it is impossible to teach her as carefully as the lady. After all, the talent is there, and the success is Immortality is too elusive.
But Xiaobao is different. He has good talent, and the Changhao Sect Master is particularly fond of him, so he will definitely be easy to teach.
Fan Xiu's face turned red: "Madam, what do you think?"
In the end, this matter still depends on the lady's attitude. After all, she is the one who teaches people and she is the one who does the hard work.
"Of course you can."
Xihe rubbed his face against his palm: "This is the best arrangement."
The sun was shining warmly on his body. Xihe closed his eyes and said, "I'll take a nap." The breeze blew, and his long hair fell on his face. Fan Xiu raised his hand and rubbed it behind his ears, then sat down. Then stare at her sleeping face.
A few days later,
Shangyuanzong’s mountain gate is wide open.
Early in the morning, the family took the little tree demon to the mountain gate.
Towering mountains, wide squares, tall and endless ladders, the squares are full of people, old men, seven or eight-year-old children, some are men and women, some are wearing gold and silver, some are in rags.
Everyone's face was full of longing, staring closely at the ladder.
Oh,
A flying sword flew from the mountain.
The man in white clothes was stern, his aura was high, and his voice spread throughout the square: "The time has come, test your spiritual roots and climb the ladder to heaven."
Boom——
A bell rings,
A dozen white-clothed disciples flew high into the sky and quickly formed seals.
The next moment, a huge soul measuring disk appeared in mid-air, and everyone looked up. The next second, the measuring disk shone brightly, and countless rays of light fell from the sky and were projected on everyone.
After a few seconds, the light disappeared.
Everyone looked down at themselves. Some people had thick blue on their bodies, some had yellow, red and blue colors on their bodies, and some had five colors and purple on their bodies. However, those without spiritual roots had no color at all.
Some were ecstatic, some were stunned, some fell to the ground in despair, and some were crying.
"All those with spiritual roots come forward and go to the ladder to heaven."
Looking at the crying man, his tone softened: "Everyone, please go back. Although the path to immortality is not destined, there is more to life than cultivating immortality, so don't be attached."
In an instant, the entire square was mostly empty.
The people left behind were still devastated and desperate. They all came from far away.
