Legend of Sword and Fairy, the third sequel

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"Have you found the demon?" Jing Xiaokong asked when he saw that everyone had gathered.

"No!" The other five shook their heads.

"Let's go back to the inn first!" Mu Shunting began to cast spells after finishing speaking, and within a few seconds, they returned to the inn.

"Did you find it?" Qing'er asked.

"What?" Except for Jing Xiaoxue, everyone had some confidence in their hearts.

"That's it, egg!" Qing'er took out her blue egg and said.

Ren Ningyu also took out a yellow egg, Jing Xiaokong took out a brown egg, Long Xiaoyang took out a red egg, and Mu Shunting took out a white egg.

"Why didn't I?" Jing Xiaoxue asked anxiously.

"Who told you to have Xiaoxiao?" Jing Xiaokong said.

"Let's ask my father!" Qing'er said and took out the communicator.

"Father, quickly cast a spell so that we can talk face to face." Qing'er said.

"Okay!" Changqing agreed and began to cast the spell, and the portrait gradually became clear.

"Father, take a quick look, what is this little egg?" Qing'er raised the egg in his hand impatiently and said.

"I'll check." After Xu Changqing finished speaking, he activated Shushan's information, and after some investigation, he said, "I found it."

"What?" Everyone was very nervous.

"These are the eggs of spiritual pets, and after hatching, spiritual pets will be produced." Xu Changqing said.

"Then why don't I have a spiritual pet?" Jing Xiaoxue asked.

"It's because you already have Xiaoxiao. She is the five poisonous beasts. She can help you heal your wounds, and she will help you when other spiritual pets hatch. Your characters are getting more and more difficult now, so the spiritual pets are here to help you." You fight together." Xu Changqing said.

"Then when will our spiritual pet hatch?" Ren Ningyu was anxious.

"That depends on your own fate with them." Xu Changqing said.

"Will our spiritual pet change into a human form like Xiaoxue's five poisonous beasts?" Jing Xiaokong asked.

"As long as you treat them well, it will happen sooner or later." Xu Changqing explained patiently.

"Oh, so that's the case!" Jing Xiaokong sighed.

"Father, goodbye. Let's go to see the eggs!" Qing'er and Xu Changqing waved goodbye.

"What does a spiritual pet look like? Is it cute, fierce, or cool? Or..." Qing'er imagined what her future spiritual pet would be like.

"When will you come out?" Jing Xiaokong also looked anxious.

"You all have them, but I don't." Jing Xiaoxue said while pulling flowers.

"The demon king also has spiritual pets!" Mu Shunting said.

"I hope my spiritual pet looks as handsome as me!" Long Xiaoyang began to be narcissistic again.

"You have to be so cute, so cute, and you have to be very obedient, don't disobey me..." Why does Ren Ningyu look so much like a mother?

"You bully people, bully people..." Jing Xiaoxue was still grabbing the flower, and there were already many fragments of petals on the ground——

Poetry scene——

Shuangtiao·Zhegui Order·Nine Days

Zhang Kejiu

Forcibly rectify the black yarn on the green hills, return to the geese and Hengqiu, and be tired of guests and homesick.The green sleeves are courteous, the golden cups are scattered, and the jade hands are pipa.When a person grows old, his hair goes to the westerly wind and his hair turns white, but when the butterfly comes to worry, the sun will fade away tomorrow.Looking back at the end of the world, with a touch of the setting sun, counting points will return to crows.

Zhonglu·Man Tingfang·Miscellaneous Hinging in the Mountains (two poems)

Zhang Kejiu

Life is pitiful, with a flash of light and a thousand years of beauty.The benefits of rivers and mountains are pursued and traveled all over the world, and the ancient meaning is natural.The pipa hates the blue shirt and the happy sky, and the fluttering Xiaohan Chibi Poxian.The wine in the village is good, the fish in the stream is cheap, and on the shore of Furong, I get drunk on a fishing boat.

After a few turmoil, the lock is urgently cleared, and the famous rein is suddenly released.The old trees in the hometown should be safe, and the dreams are lingering in the waves.Accompanied by the red pine and returned to the ovary, Fu Hanmei was thin but He Lang.On the creek bridge, the east wind is faintly fragrant, and the floating moon is dim.