Master, please be careful!

After leaving the city, Xie Huaijun ran for more than half an hour with the smell of swill all over his body.

After running seven or eight miles out of the small town, I realized that there was no one chasing after me.

This Mrs. Song simply doesn't play her cards according to common sense!It wasn't because of the Consonance Sword, nor did he think that his strength was too strong to be a threat, but he insisted on doing this, as if it was just to tease him.

Xie Huaijun rolled his eyes inwardly, but remained calm on the surface.

The place where they are staying now is the outskirts of that small city. Not far away is still a small forest. There is a small river at the edge of the forest. The river is cool and clean, and the sound of the river can be heard from a long distance.

It was late at night when I escaped from the small town, and I couldn't go any further.Xie Huaijun was going to spend the night in this grove. The little fox cub who was stuffed in his arms kept on sneezing. Every time he hit his chest, his clothes would bulge up, spraying his clothes full of saliva.As soon as he found a good place, the little fox was put on the ground by the back of his neck in disgust.

Foxes have a keen sense of smell, probably because they can't smell the smell of swill.

In fact, Xie Huaijun is also fed up with the smell of swill.

The wall was close to the city wall, and it was probably a place where slops were poured out. I don't know how many days and nights the smell had been stored. When he just fell, he almost couldn't help but spit it out.

As soon as he landed, the little fox cub lay down on the ground and yelled at him, baring his teeth, looking very angry, but his voice didn't sound like a baby's baby, instead it was like a milky cat with fried fur. cat.

"What's the matter?" Xie Huaijun glared at the little fox, his tone not very good.

Ever since Shen Shuyao brought him back to the Ninghui Sect when he was nine years old, he has never been in such a mess.He has almost forgotten the days when he was hungry and bullied by his peers as a child.

He has been gifted since he was a child, and his reputation is second only to Shen Shuyao. Who in the world of cultivating immortals does not know his name?

But now because of that Bai Diejin, and Bai Diejin's fox cub, he lost all his cultivation, and even jumped over the wall and fell into the swill bucket in order to avoid people, running away with the smell all over his body.

The little fox was stared at for no reason, groaned, took three or four steps back, curled up and pointed its tail at Xie Huai Jun, not wanting to talk to him.

It just so happened that Mr. Xie Huai didn't bother to talk to this fox bastard.

If it was a human body, Xie Huaijun's attitude would be softer because of those eyes that resembled Shen Shuyao.If it was the original body, when he thought that he was Bai Diejin's son, he would inevitably feel a little displeased.

Not only disliked, but disgusted.

In the battle between immortals and demons ten years ago, Bai Diejin's inner demons broke out on the battlefield, and countless immortal cultivators were killed and injured, and his parents happened to be among them.

Although his parents were not killed by Bai Diejin, if Bai Diejin hadn't insisted on provoking a war, how could his parents have died on the battlefield?

So at that time, he agreed to Bai Diejin's request without any scruples.

A sword pierced into the heart without hesitation.

Since he hated Bai Diejin, his little boy Xie Huaijun naturally couldn't like it either.

Ignoring the awkward fox cubs, Xie Huaijun walked to the small river at the edge of the woods alone, intending to take off the swill-soaked Zong clothes he had just changed into today, and jump into the water to take a bath.

Halfway through taking off his clothes, he finally figured out why the kid was angry with him.

He was too hasty after throwing the child out, and forgot to pick up his clothes with him when he ran away, so the little boy had no clothes to wear.

However, after just getting along for a short day, Xie Huaijun has already felt the stubbornness of this little boy.According to his temper, he probably won't be able to turn back into a human body without clothes.

While thinking about how to deal with this fox cub, Xie Huaijun took off his clothes and walked into the river slowly.

The night is dark and the wind is blowing. In the early spring, the river has just melted, and occasionally there are some ice balls mixed in. It is icy cold. If you touch any of it, you will feel cold to the bone, and then the cold wind will blow your body stiff.

But he really couldn't bear the smell of swill on his body, so Xie Huaijun had no choice but to simply scrub his body.When it rubbed against his shoulder, he grinned in pain. The kid had such good teeth that he bled from his bite, leaving a row of scars in the shape of small teeth marks.

Xie Huaijun felt that he was probably the worst number one swordsman in history.

Not to mention lack of food and clothing, being chased and killed, jumping over the wall into a slop bucket, taking a bath in icy cold water, and being bitten by a little fox cub he rescued.

The most important thing is that there is no food to eat.

There was no extra clean clothes in the Qiankun bag, so Xie Huaijun had to squat by the river in dirty clothes and trousers to wash the two clothes, and then hang them on the treetops to dry.

When he finally returned, the little fox had already fallen asleep under the tree.The ground is hard and cold, and I'm afraid I can't sleep well.A pair of small ears kept shaking, and the nine small tails behind him were still sweeping, and the tip of one tail was stained with mud.

Xie Huaijun was also tired after walking for so long, so he found a place to sleep under a tree not far from the little fox.

All of a sudden, all the events of the past few days flooded into my heart like a tide.

The senior sister died, Bai Diejin died, and her cultivation was lost.

Even though he was so tired that he didn't want to move a single finger, he still couldn't fall asleep.

Thinking of the first time my senior sister took him to Ninghuizong, I remembered my senior sister taking him to fish for spirit fish in the river behind Ninghui Mountain, I remembered my senior sister was wearing a Zong uniform, bright and charming, with a sweet smile.

Finally fell in a pool of blood.

How could the senior sister die?Bai Diejin lasted until he rushed over, how could he die with his senior sister who almost stepped into the God Transformation Realm with one foot?

There is only one possibility.

Shen Shuyao melted her inner alchemy to keep her child.

Without the inner alchemy, her cultivation directly fell below the golden core level, so she couldn't activate the Lingxi sword, so she couldn't resist the encirclement and suppression of the various sects at all.

There is demon energy in the demon body, and if the immortal cultivator has a demon child, the demon seed will be aborted because of its own immortal energy.

Therefore, immortal cultivators and demons can't have offspring at all, unless—the inner alchemy is melted away, and one's own cultivation is used as a shelter for the demon seed.

However, an immortal cultivator can only condense one inner alchemy in a lifetime. If the inner alchemy is melted, it will mean that he will never be able to enter the golden alchemy again in this life.

Today's Xie Huaijun understands the pain of losing his cultivation better than anyone else.At least he knew that he would be able to restore his cultivation one day, and he could comfort himself whenever he was helpless.But Shen Shuyao, she knew clearly that if the inner alchemy was removed, it would be impossible for her to recover her cultivation, but she still chose the child, Bai Diejin.

Xie Huaijun didn't know whether to call her stupid or call himself stupid.

For a person as icy and intelligent as her, she has so many paths to choose from but chooses to lose her cultivation.And he knew that his senior sister didn't like him, but he still couldn't forget it and let it go.

How strange, the more unobtainable, the more precious.What is available at your fingertips, but you don't know how to cherish it.For the sake of what you cherish, you can give up everything that is not important in comparison.

That year when Ninghuizong bid farewell, Shen Shuyao told him.

"Chen Yu, if you don't get what you want, even if you give her the most beautiful thing in this world, she won't be happy."

So she bid farewell to Ninghuizong and went to find her beloved Bai Diejin.

This farewell is ten years, when Xie Huaijun sees her again.

Shen Shuyao was already a corpse, lying lifeless in a pool of blood.

When Xie Huaijun opened his eyes the next day, he found that the sun was already high.Originally, I just wanted to take a nap for a while last night, but I recalled too many things and went back and forth for several days, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell into a deep sleep.

Fortunately, no one from the major sects of cultivating immortals came to find fault last night.

Xie Huaijun patted the dirt on his body, and took off the two sets of Ninghui Zong uniforms hanging on the treetops.Fortunately, the fabric of Ninghui Zongfu is light and soft, and it has dried after being blown by the wind overnight.

After putting on the clothes, Xie Huaijun took another set of clothes, thinking about cutting the little boy to barely wear it, only then realized that the little fox at his feet was gone.

Xie Huaijun's heart sank slightly, secretly feeling something was wrong.

"Shen Jue!" With no cultivation base, Xie Huai Jun can transmit sound for thousands of miles, Xie Huai Jun is no different from ordinary people now, so he can only roar twice in place.If nothing happened to the little fox, he should have rushed back when he heard the sound.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound of footsteps, and Xie Huaijun suddenly felt restless.

Forcing himself to calm down, Xie Huaijun glanced around, and finally found a string of footprints of little milk foxes on the northeast side of the big tree behind him.There are no other footprints nearby, indicating that the little milk fox should have left by himself, rather than being taken away by someone.

Xie Huaijun heaved a sigh of relief after getting this information, but the anger slowly burned in his heart.So I held my anger and searched along the footprints.

The grove was not too big, and it took less than half a stick of incense to follow the footprints, and as expected, I saw a small white figure walking back slowly with its head down.

The trees in the forest are tall and strong, and the little milk fox is petite, and every step is difficult.

Knowing that the little fox was not abducted by someone, Xie Huaijun's anger immediately surged up, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what.

"Where did you go?" Xie Huaijun quickly walked over a few steps, but the little fox didn't look up and almost bumped into his foot.

His tone was sharp and intimidating.

The little fox raised his head and let out a small whining sound.

"Change back for me! Talk!" Xie Huaijun threw the things in his hand on the little fox cub.

The little fox was covered by something before he saw Xie Huaijun's angry face.

Those are the clothes Xie Huaijun washed last night.

"Run without saying a word! You are really courageous." Xie Huaijun sneered, and the fire in his heart became more and more intense.

The little fox was covered under the big imperial robe, and struggled for a long time but couldn't get out.

"How can you forgive your dead mother?"

"Don't pretend to be dead! Get up!"

Xie Huaijun bent down to pick up the Zongfu, and the little fox trapped in the Zongfu was pulled up together. Due to some weight, it slipped from the clothes and fell on the uneven ground.

What fell down with the little fox was a red fruit.

Xie Huaijun immediately froze in place.

He knew the red wild fruit, it was a small wild fruit common in the woods, it was edible, and the sweet and sour taste was not bad.But because the trees that grow this fruit are usually very tall, it is very difficult to harvest.

"This is..." Xie Huaijun felt as if iron balls were hanging from his internal organs, so heavy that he almost vomited blood.

The little fox didn't make a sound, stood up slowly, turned around and was about to leave.

If Xie Huaijun's guess is correct...the red wild fruit is for him.His hungry stomach screamed last night, and he thought the little fox hadn't heard it.

In fact, the little fox heard it, and went to pick small wild fruits for him early in the morning.

The tree with small wild fruits is so tall, how can he, a little fox, get up there?

I'm afraid I don't know how many times I fell down.

After finally picking one up, maybe the little fox came back excitedly to give it to him without eating it himself, maybe he was still worried that he was still angry last night, or maybe he was full of expectations that he would be very pleasantly surprised, and would say something—"very happy!" Delicious, you are awesome".

And this expectation was overwhelmed by the scathing accusations, and he threw him to the ground and trampled it to pieces.