Shaojun Wushuang

After living in Xiaosheng's house for a month, the miraculous thing is that the scars on Xiaosheng's face have obviously faded.

What's even more amazing is that Xiaosheng's father can hunt good prey every day, and sometimes encounter some extremely precious medicinal materials. The silver he saved in a month is enough to buy a small house in the county.

Xiaosheng is also obviously cheerful and confident because of the domineering dog Xiaobai.

The only thing that is bad is that everyone praises him as a god dog. Fortunately, no one believes him, otherwise it would be boring to make a big show.

But Rongtian didn't expect that there were people who really believed in him, and he was still a monk.

It is not a secret at all that Yang Guang of the Eight Kingdoms practiced to become a fairy and ascended to immortality.

It's just that the conditions for practice are very difficult, even if it is so, it can't stand everyone's idea of ​​immortality, so the practice sects are like a vast starry sky, and there are hundreds of sects and Taoisms just by their names.

But the most authoritative, formal and influential one belongs to Huangji Immortal Sect.

Speaking of Huangji Xianmen, it was originally established to suppress the demons in the Qingyang Kingdom who were sealed off from the polar region.

With the passage of time, the dragon veins of Qingyang Kingdom gradually withered, and the rest of the countries began to move around. The originally prestigious first-class country gradually lost, and became the lowest-class country today.

Today's Huangji Xianmen is headed by Dayang, and Qingyang Kingdom is the branch.

That night.

Rong Tian sensed something was wrong, it seemed that something was gradually approaching him, it didn't matter, it was actually a beast-holding net woven by monks with spiritual power.

Cold sweat fluttering, the child's words are actually true and people believe it.

Rong Tian got up quietly, and got out of Xiaosheng's arms.

A 50-year-old monk saw the little white dog being forced out, showing greed: "The divine beast Bai Ze, even if it turns into a white dog, it still can't hide your godly luck!"

Rong Tian: ...Fuck you, Bai Ze, blind?

But Rong Tian didn't answer, he followed the monk's fingers and looked towards the sky.

Cultivator: "Colorful clouds surround the moon for more than a month, and blessings reach the sky, which is a sign of the coming of great power."

Rong Tian Wang Tian was a little speechless, is that okay?

The monk looked flattering: "Master Bai Ze, let's sign a contract of equality for ten years, how about mutual benefit?"

Rong Tian stands still, with your virtue, you can't even see through the young master's real body, you want to make a contract with me even if you start by guessing?

The random monk had a serious face: "Seeing that you look like a child, you can't even transform into a human form. You don't want to toast or eat fine wine!"

Rong Tian looked at him like an idiot, and simply squatted on the ground, looking at this monk.

The monk, however, understood completely wrongly, thinking that he was even more proud of being coerced into compromising by himself, and approached Rongtian, wanting a contract!

Rong Tian swung his claws out, the monk still didn't understand what happened, it was like a kite with a broken string bumped against the wall, his head was dizzy and he vomited blood.

The monk took out the elixir and ate several pills before he stabilized his figure, squinting his eyes a bit viciously.

"This is what you don't eat when you toast yourself!"

The monk stretched out a net to trap Rongtian, Rongtian walked lazily and coquettishly, and dodged gently.

Do you dare to come out and be ashamed of yourself with this kind of practice?

It seemed as if he had been played by a dog, his face was hot, he glanced at Xiaosheng's earthen house, and looked at Rong Tian fiercely: "If you didn't make a contract with me today, one day, I would kill you." This one."

Rong Tian squinted his eyes, and worked hard. These days in the world, all he saw was simplicity, kindness and enthusiasm. At worst, he lacked a bit of feudal ignorance in his studies. people.

Rong Tian was a little angry, and transformed into a human form.

The monk was startled for a moment, then trembled a little when he looked at Ruyu, did he mention the iron plate?

Rong Tian gradually approached the monk, his pale golden eyes were cold and angry.

"The heart of cultivating the Tao is so crooked, if you keep it, it will be a disaster for the common people!"

The monk knelt on the ground: "God, I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

"God, I was wrong! Don't dare again!"

Rong Tian frowned and looked at the monk who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowed, wondering if he should give him another chance.

While in a trance, the monk didn't know what he was holding in his hand, and hurried towards him.

That breath actually suppressed his strength, and the silver chain on his right hand was restless.

Before Rongtian could make a move, the cultivator paused and started to spontaneously ignite.

"Ah!!!" The heart-piercing voice disappeared in a flash and turned into ashes.

Looking at the familiar flame, Rong Tian felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

She was dressed in purple, her clear blue eyes, and her silver hair were even brighter under the moonlight.

The wind blows gently, and the familiar fragrance of flowers is like your nose.

Rong Tian sighed slightly: "Wu Shuang, you will be punished if you go to the lower world without permission."

Wushuang gradually approached, the twelve silver balls around his waist rang, and there seemed to be some emotions in his blue eyes that he couldn't understand.

The two stood facing each other, no more than three inches away, Wushuang's magnified and beautiful face gradually approached, Rong Tian's heartbeat stopped, his eyes met for a long time, Wushuang suddenly turned around.

The shoulders were heavy, Wushuang's head rested on it, Rong Tian wanted to break free, but Wushuang said: "I'm a little tired, let me rest for a while."

Rong Tian thought that it would not be easy for Wushuang to leave the ancient clan, so he didn't care about it any more, and let him rely on him, a little worried: "Wushuang, why do you?"

Wushuang's eyes flashed, and he chuckled softly: "No way, you are too stupid."

But after finishing speaking, Wushuang looked slightly lonely, Rong Tian couldn't see Wushuang's expression, and it was not easy to preach to Wushuang who had come all the way to find him.

It's just that he doesn't agree with it anyway, he's too stupid to say, forget it, don't care about it.

I don't know how long it has passed, Wushuang didn't intend to leave his shoulder, Rong Tian thought that Wushuang was angry, and asked lightly: "How is the ancient clan?"

Wushuang gently lifted his chin, and gave him a reassuring look: "With your good brother Su Jing Dingbao, the Zhongtian Hall and the East Heaven Hall were the most damaged, and the new empress was forced to live in the Kuntian Hall. "

"Everyone is busy with their own work, and no one can take care of others. The most important thing is you."

Rong Tian was surprised: "Me?"

Wushuang continued: "The third prince murdered Shaojun, and Shaojun threw himself into the world to protect himself, and his life and death are uncertain..."

Rong Tian was so surprised that his jaw dropped, and he almost used his toes to think who did it.

I couldn't help but feel admiration, and gave a thumbs up: "Sure enough, no one in this world can make Wushuang suffer."

Wushuang raised the corners of his mouth and seemed a little happy: "Who said there is no?"

Rong Tian asked in amazement: "Who? Who is so brave?"

Wushuang smiled without saying a word.

Looking at the earthen house behind him, smelling his breath, he frowned badly.

Rong Tian didn't know why Wushuang got angry again this time, this guy is really uncertain.

Seeing Wushuang staring at Xiaosheng's family behind him, Rong Tian said: "In order to avoid the gigantic giant beast, I came to the farmer to hide for a while."

Wushuang was even more cold: "Sky giant beast?"

Rongtian chicken pecked at the rice and nodded: "Well, it's been a month, and the ghost is still lingering, and I can still sense its breath."

The author has something to say: a little thin and short, tomorrow will be thick