Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Xue Lingluo's mouth twitched.

Master Baicao is famous for his ability to cultivate medicinal plants.

As the saying goes, rough work produces excellent results.

Other herbalists would treat precious immortal spiritual plants with great pampering and respect, wishing to take care of them for twelve hours without taking their eyes off them for even a minute.

We are afraid of heat in summer. If we are not careful, the grass will wilt and wither.

We are afraid of the cold in winter. If the cold wind blows a little, Mr. Xiancao will freeze to death.

They are afraid of insects and ants on the left and flies and mosquitoes on the right. They are placed in a greenhouse with abundant spiritual power and pampered like a treasure. They are more precious than their ancestors, but still cannot be kept alive. Each one dies faster than the other.

True Man Baicao is different. He treats immortal spiritual plants like weeds. He digs a hole and throws the seeds in, sprinkles some water on them as a token of his concern, and then leaves them alone as if he had forgotten about it.

Despite this, the spiritual plants cultivated by humans are able to grow tenaciously despite the frost and snow, growing lush and green while being resistant to insects and drought.

It has the same vitality as wild grass and can survive as long as there is soil.

It’s really the magic grass from other people’s homes. It’s sensible and doesn’t cause trouble.

All the herbalists are so envious that they cry.

The gap between people and between grasses is so touching.

I can only say that this world is truly magical.

Xue Lingluo sighed in his heart, then held his basin, rubbed against Qi Wuyue, and said shamelessly: "Can I share a bed with you tonight?"

Little Butterfly's radar was activated. He couldn't sleep anymore. He pulled up his sleeves and peeked out. He said excitedly, "Daddy, I want to squeeze in too!"

With one finger, Qi Wu Yue pressed the screaming little butterfly back into his sleeve. He gave Xue Lingluo a cold look and spoke concisely.

"roll."

Xue Lingluo continued to promote herself: "I am slim, don't take up much space, feel good, and have many uses."

Qi Wu Yue was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"I don't want to wrong you, Senior." Xiao Lin held the painting of the soul-chasing beauty between his fingers and placed it on the table, pushing it in front of Xue Lingluo. The young man was as dignified as jade, and said with a gentle smile, "Single suite, very spacious."

Xue Lingluo: “…”

A single magic weapon, just enough to capture one person.

Is this a threat or a warning?

Xue Lingluo went back to the old man in green robe.

"I have no place to live here, how about you take me in?"

Taoist Qingteng happened to come over to change the tea and overheard it.

She flirted with her grandfather in front of her grandson and caused trouble for the old naughty boy right under his mother's nose.

Not to mention, in the eyes of most righteous monks, the Hehuan Palace is a den of debauchery and demons.

This moment.

Qi Ertian: It’s like Calabash Brothers encountering a goblin trying to seduce his grandfather.

It was also like when Sun Wukong saw the monster pulling Tang Seng’s sleeve and saying, “Elder, why don’t we sleep on the same bed and use the same quilt tonight?”

It's a sign of a storm that will come at any moment when a loud shout of "Tai" and a stick will be swung at you.

But Taoist Qingteng has a very good temper.

He just said gently, "The master has no regular rest schedule, and I'm afraid it would disturb him, which is not appropriate."

If you ignore the fact that he smiled and crushed the teacup in front of Xue Lingluo into pieces, and then politely placed a new cup of scalding tea on top of it.

"But since you are a guest, there is no reason to neglect you. How about I take you in, fellow Taoist? What do you think?" he asked gently.

He laughed and the teacup broke.

Xue Lingluo was holding his small flower pot, as quiet as a chicken.

"No, no, this painting is great, I love it."

He hurriedly picked up the painting of the beauty on the table and held it tightly in his arms.

With his ninth level of cultivation, he can be easily killed wherever he goes. He is very skilled at being timid.

(In the tangled plot, inspiration always comes at night)

(I stayed up late to write this, you guys can read it tomorrow)

The first inch of growth of a ten-inch grass is sad, and it needs the planter to water it with tears every day until it grows to a length of one inch.

In the following few days, everyone could see Xue Lingluo walking around with a small flower pot in her arms, tears falling from her eyes as she walked.

Use a small flower pot to continue.

The scene was very strange.

He held the flowerpot to collect his tears for several days, but until the eve of the opening of the Qingyu Secret Realm, the grass didn't even sprout.

Qingyu Secret Realm, a corner of the ancient battlefield ruins.

Monks in the Vein Condensation Stage are not allowed to enter, and only monks below this threshold will not be kicked out of the secret realm by the ban.

Although most of the dangers in the secret realm have been eliminated, it is not complete.

In order to ensure the safety of the students, the college gave each student a map and arranged for them to form teams by random drawing.

There are five people in each team, and each team has at least one healing monk to provide logistical support.

The team Xiao Lin drew consisted of three women and two men, three of whom had eighth-level cultivation and two had ninth-level cultivation.

Two of the three female cultivators are extremely similar, and although the other one is not that similar, her features are exactly the same as the other two.

Looking at the three faces in front of him that were extremely similar, the handsome male cultivator subconsciously rubbed his eyes, opened his mouth and said dully: "You all look alike."

One of the female cultivators who looked more lively burst out laughing when she heard this.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Ye Qiuling."

The lively female cultivator spoke first, and she put her arms around the other two female cultivators, one on the left and one on the right. She said with a smile, "This is my eldest sister Ye Qiuxin and my second sister Ye Qiuchi."

The female cultivator with a more gentle temperament nodded: "Younger sister Qiu Ling and second sister Qiu Chi are twins."

The handsome male cultivator scratched his head and said in distress, "How can we tell them apart? I mean, we are all on the same team and we need to fight together. I am a bit face-blind, and it would be embarrassing if I called the wrong name."

The lively female cultivator winked at him and said, "It's simple. The most gentle one is my elder sister Qiu Xin. There will be no consequences if you recognize the wrong one. The one with a cold face is Qiu Chi. She is a sword cultivator. If you call her name wrong, you will most likely be slashed by the sword."

"I'm very easy to talk to. If you admit that I'm wrong—"

She gave the handsome male cultivator a mischievous smile and stretched out a clenched white hand, "I'll put this thing in your rice bowl."

"What?" The handsome male cultivator subconsciously moved closer to take a look.

The lively female cultivator suddenly spread out her palms, and a big ugly and ferocious black spider suddenly jumped onto the face of the handsome male cultivator.

The spider's flower, magnified at close range, was colorful and obviously poisonous. Its furry texture stuck to the male cultivator's face, instantly making him shudder and get goosebumps all over his body.

"Go away! Go away!"

He slapped the big black spider with his sleeves frantically. His movements were so funny and ridiculous that the lively female monks clapped their hands and laughed, their laughter sounded like silver bells.

"Black Widow, bite him! Bite his nose!"

She smiled innocently and viciously.

The gentle female cultivator frowned, "Okay little sister, stop making trouble."

"No, no, no." The lively female cultivator stomped her feet and shook her head coquettishly.

The cold female cultivator shouted: "Ye Qiuling, put your things away!"

The lively female cultivator made a face at her: "Lululu, no!"

The cold female cultivator would not tolerate her. She turned the hand holding the sword slightly, and the next second she drew the sword with one hand and slashed it away diagonally.

The sword light was as bright as frost and snow, exuding a chill, and it passed directly across the face of the handsome male cultivator and slashed towards the big black spider.

Ye Qiuling's pupils suddenly shrank, and she quickly opened her white and tender palm to take back the Black Widow that was about to be cut in half.

Ye Qiuchi did not hold back at all. Even though she took back the Black Widow as quickly as possible, one of the big black spider's legs was still cut off.

Holding her little baby with one leg missing, Ye Qiuling's face flushed with anger. She suddenly raised her head and shot angry eyes at the cold female cultivator, "Ye Qiuchi - what gives you the right?"

"Ye Qiuling, I reminded you!" Ye Qiuchi put away his sword and said coldly.

"Now, apologize!"

There was a lot of noise and bustle over there, but Xiao Lin seemed to be oblivious to it. He lowered his eyes and looked tenderly at the snow-white little beast in his arms.

The snow-white little animal's ears were unusually large, hanging down like a hat, fluffy and soft. One ear was as big as half its head, and the two ears hanging down could almost cover its entire body.

The snow-white little animal that was sleeping soundly on his arm seemed to be disturbed. It subconsciously kicked its paws and moved its ears slightly, trying to cover them more tightly to block out the noise that was disturbing its sleep.

Xiao Lin noticed its little movement and gently covered it with his free hand, using his spiritual power to block out the sound.

The snow-white little beast rubbed his palm contentedly and slept even more soundly.

The warm and soft body of the animal rose and fell slightly with its soft breathing.

Xiao Lin lowered his eyes, his phoenix eyes were gentle and focused. He buried his chin in the snow-white fluffy hair, and a soft laugh escaped from his lips.

He finally understood why he liked to hold on to things as a child.

Moonlight Rabbit is a monster native to southern Xinjiang.

It is a very rare spiritual monster that is known for its spirit and soul.

The Moonlight Beasts can complete their training just by sleeping. Their souls leave their bodies during their sleep and float everywhere.

I float and swing outside, and whenever I remember that I still have a body, I go back to take a look.

Accidents to the body, being eaten by other monsters, or being possessed by other spirits... all happen frequently.

The Qingyu Secret Realm restricts cultivators above the Condensed Veins level from entering.

This Moonlight Rabbit is Qi Wu Yue's alternative way to enter the secret realm.

The Qingyu Secret Realm limits one's cultivation rather than the strength of the soul.

As long as the Moonlight Rabbit's cultivation level does not exceed the limit, he can completely entrust his soul to the Moonlight Rabbit's body and follow Xiao Lin into the Qingyu Secret Realm.

Just like when he was a child, he was worried about Xiao Ling'er entering the trial ground alone.

But the cute little kid holding the rabbit has now grown into a tall and handsome young man.

Over there, Ye Qiuling bit her lip angrily and glanced at Ye Qiuchi, who was so cold that he didn't even bother to give her a glance. After hesitating for a long time, she raised a beautiful smile.

Pulling the sleeve of the handsome man and giving him a coquettish look, she said affectionately, "Good brother, I'm just joking with you, don't take it seriously."

The handsome male cultivator still has lingering fears about the big black spider that crawled onto his face. He pulled the corners of his mouth and revealed a smile that looked like tears coming out: "You are joking... it's really... extraordinary."

"Ling'er is still young, please forgive Ling'er~" The lively female cultivator acted coquettishly and sweetly, her pair of watery apricot eyes blinking, looking very pitiful.

The handsome male cultivator was so overwhelmed by her sweet smile that he completely forgot how scared he was just now. He only felt a surge of masculinity in his chest and even began to boast proudly.

"I have a life-saving trump card. Ling'er and the two sisters are coming to the Qingyu Secret Realm for the first time, right? Just follow me without worry. I promise..."

The indifferent female cultivator hid to the side holding the spiritual sword.

Haha, fool.

Ye Qiuxin's gaze stayed on the handsome young man who kept aloof from the matter and kept silent with his eyes downcast, and his face felt a little hot.

She walked over, stretched out her hand, and greeted with a smile: "Hello, I'm Ye Qiuxin, an eighth-level water healer, and you?"

Listening to the handsome male cultivator's endless boasting, Ye Qiuling yawned as if she was a little sleepy. She glanced at her elder sister who was talking to someone nearby, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

What a cute little bunny.

She raised her hand and pushed the handsome male cultivator away without any hesitation, and covered her mouth with a smile, "Sister, don't you know him? He defeated the mechanics, and you are also a member of the medical team, right? You didn't forget it, did you?"

Ye Qiuling's words were meaningful, and then she hugged her elder sister's arm affectionately, and gave her a hidden look when she looked up.

Big sister, you are seducing men again.

Ye Qiuxin's smile faded, and his gentle face almost lost its composure. He untangled Ye Qiuling's arms from her clinging body, "There were two captains on duty that day, so I didn't have much opportunity to take action, so I don't remember it very clearly."

Ye Qiuling didn't care at all what she said. She stood firmly, staring at the snow-white little beast in Xiao Lin's arms.

She raised her head and smiled the most perfect sweet smile, her face was as beautiful as a flower, her voice was as sweet as honey, and her face was full of innocence.

"Little cute beast, is it a bunny?"

"I like the bunny the most, can you let me hug it?"

As she spoke, she had already consciously reached out to grab the snow-white ball in Xiao Lin's arms, which was curled up like a large glutinous rice dumpling in deep sleep.

Xiao Lin turned aside to avoid her hand, lowered his eyes to her arms and never moved his gaze away. Without raising his eyes, he coldly refused: "Sorry, no, he doesn't like other people touching him."

"Otherwise she'll get angry and it'll be hard to appease her." He said with a smile, his tone almost whispering.

Ye Qiuling missed his target, looked a little grim, and snorted coldly.

It's rare for someone to make her feel embarrassed.

A grown man hugs a rabbit so intimately that those who don’t know would think he is hugging his Taoist partner.

The gentle female cultivator Ye Qiuxin is an eighth-rank water healer.

The cold-blooded female cultivator Ye Qiuchi is a ninth-rank sword cultivator.

Ye Qiuling is a lively female cultivator with a bad temper, an eighth-level magic cultivator.

And the handsome male cultivator Qin Yuanlang.

Perhaps it was Ye Qiuling's action of pushing him away and taking the initiative to show goodwill to Xiao Lin that annoyed him. He looked at Xiao Lin with jealousy from time to time, and always excluded Xiao Lin intentionally or unintentionally along the way.

So the picture along the way is——

Ye Qiuxin stared at Xiao Lin.

Ye Qiuling's eyes were fixed on the snow-white little beast in Xiao Lin's arms.

Ye Qiuchi stared straight at Xiao Lin's sword, "Let's spar if we have a chance."

Qin Yuanlang also glared at Xiao Lin with resentment from time to time.

Xiao Lin endured the gazes of four people coming from different directions, but he remained calm and kept his eyes down while holding his rabbit.

Sometimes he pinched the paw pads, sometimes he touched the ears, he was so fond of it.

The four people who were glaring were so angry that they felt like vomiting blood.

Unfortunately, Qi Wu Yue's body was left in the mustard seed ring. His soul felt a little tired after leaving his body, and he has been catching up on sleep since he stayed in the body of the Moonlight Rabbit.

Naturally, I can't see this scene.

And the little butterfly was in the pet bag, so it missed it even more.

The journey to the Qingyu Secret Realm in "Yi Men Xian Lu" is also known as the hero's journey of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

The protagonist's teammates, the three Ye sisters, each have their own quirks.

Plus a crazy man, they surrounded the three Ye sisters eagerly.