fox repair

Mo Chen squinted his eyes and put his paws on the edge of the well, watching the human beings throw the pill that was cheated from him into the well.At this time, it was the branches on the moon, and the slender human figure was reflected on the citron, the wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, and the corners of the sleeves brushed against Mo Chen's pointed ears.

"Ah Chen, cultivating immortals emphasizes fate and the way of heaven. Now that you have saved the lives of these people, you will also receive blessings. So even though I took your pills, I am also accumulating blessings for you. You can't blame me anymore, huh? Ning Yuan picked up the white fox by the well, returned to the carriage, put him on his lap and stroked him, with a rare smile in his eyes.

Mo Chen opened his mouth wide, yawned lazily, turned his belly out for humans to touch, and looked up at the pair of curved black eyes, as beautiful as the moon.Humans are used to talking big things, and he didn't bother to argue with him. Besides, he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, so he rubbed a comfortable position on the human body, buried his head in his paws, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

"Achen, you have to remember, no matter what you encounter in the future, don't commit murder easily, otherwise you will have to pay back accordingly in the future. If you fall into the devil's way by bloodthirsty, you will waste your good fate . " Ning Yuan asked in a low voice while smoothing the fur of the fox in his arms, but he didn't know how much this fox cub could listen to.

There is a certain distance from Gujing to the county magistrate's mansion, and Ning Yuan didn't want to publicize the drug injection, so this time he only brought a confidant guard who also served as a driver.In the middle of the night, there was no one in the small town, and it was originally silent, but at this moment, the fox in Ning Yuan's arms suddenly moved, jumped up suddenly, and looked out the car window vigilantly.

Ning Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he only heard a blunt sound outside the car curtain, which sounded like a human body fell to the ground.

The moving carriage gradually stopped, and there was no movement around.

Ning Yuan opened the curtain of the car, and saw a figure standing outside in the moonlight, it was the old man with white hair and childlike face who had never given up on Mo Chen.Ning Yuan's eyes were dark, he used his sleeve to cover the white fox behind him, got off the carriage, stared at the old man and said coldly: "Come here late at night, blocked my carriage, and stunned my coachman, your excellency is really a great skill!"

Originally, the white-haired old man looked determined to win, and he didn't put a mortal prince in his eyes at all.However, he was taken aback by Ning Yuan's attitude at this time, and he couldn't help but look around, wondering if there were other experts ambush nearby, otherwise where did such a weak prince have the courage to be so arrogant at this time?

After confirming that there was indeed no one nearby, the white-haired old man cheered up again, looked at Ning Yuan with an arrogant attitude, "Dare to ask Ninth Prince, what was the thing thrown into the well just now?"

"Since you know who I am, how dare you be so rude."

The white-haired old man laughed arrogantly, "This master is not a person of the world, what is the emperor's relatives and relatives to this master?"

In order to give the weak chicken prince who doesn't know the current affairs a little bit of power, the white-haired old man deliberately used Taoism when he laughed, making the golden light all over his body loom, and it looked like a fairy light shrouded him, which was very bluffing. Back then, King Yong Just being overwhelmed by his aura, he regarded him as a god descended from heaven, and respected him very much.

"Master?" Ning Yuan glanced at the white-haired old man indifferently, "How dare you call yourself a master?"

Hearing this, the golden light that was half flashed on the white-haired old man's body suddenly froze, and his face turned livid.He took a few steps back, quickly circulated his spiritual power in his eyes, and looked at Ning Yuan carefully, but he still didn't find any fluctuations in his spiritual power.

He is obviously a mortal, how could he see through his cultivation at a glance? !Immortal cultivators have always disdained to indulge in the world of mortals, but anyone who has the hope of establishing a foundation must pick up a place with rich aura and practice hard. The sixth level is already very powerful in the secular world. The white-haired old man has been walking in the world of mortals for many years, and the only master he has encountered is the ninth level of Qi Refining.

"I don't know where your Excellency is. Could it be that...you are also a fellow Taoist?" The white-bearded old man rolled his eyes a few times and asked tentatively.

"Fellow Daoist?" Ning Yuan sneered, staring straight at the white-haired old man, "Your death is approaching, don't you know how to repent?"

The white-bearded old man was stunned for a moment, and said angrily, "You, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"Daliang's imperial family is undecided, and all the royal children are protected by dragon energy. This is a gift from heaven, but you dare to poison the current monarch, use immortal power to destroy the dam and cause floods, and involve millions of lives, in an attempt to influence the dynasty. Even if a cultivator has the ability to ascend to the heavens and enter the earth, he must not go against the way of heaven, otherwise he will be punished by the heavens, don't you know?"

How could the old man with white beard not know this truth?In order to get the white fox, he wanted to claim credit in front of the Emperor Liang, so he took advantage of the loophole to give the emperor headache medicine, and did not dare to really hurt his life.In fact, the patients who appeared in Lanfang County this time were also created by him. He was only entrusted by King Yong to kill the Ninth Prince. Plague, in this way, the Ninth Prince got sick and died here, it has nothing to do with him.

In fact, whether this is considered to be a violation of the way of heaven, the white-bearded old man himself has no idea, when Ning Yuan said this, he immediately felt guilty, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.I thought to myself that this person is calling himself a junior, could it be some old monster that has lived for tens of millions of years?Could it be that he can't see the spiritual power in him, just because this person's real cultivation level is much higher than his own?

Thinking of this, the white-bearded old man suddenly felt a chill run up his back... If this person is really a cultivator far higher than himself, wouldn't his life be over?But if it's really so powerful, why has he refused to do it until now, and spent so long talking with himself?The more the old man thought about it, the more suspicious he became, and finally he had a sliver of luck, the panic receded in his eyes, and instead he showed killing intent, and he raised his hand to attack Ning Yuan unexpectedly!

Ning Yuan did not expect that this person would really dare to attack the prince. Now that he is only a mortal body, how can he resist the monk's full blow?At this moment, he suddenly felt a white shadow jumping out from behind him, and saw Mo Chen stand up in front of him, bared his canine teeth, his white hair exploded, and rushed towards the white-bearded old man aggressively!

Before the white-haired old man struck out with a palm, he felt a powerful pressure coming towards him, and when he took a closer look, he couldn't help but pee his pants in fright.

This, this, isn't this the snow mountain spirit fox!When I saw it for the first time in Pinglai Mountain, it was only a first-level monster. After seeing it for the last time after a few months, he clearly remembered that this fox had already been promoted to a second-level monster, but now, it took another few months... It, It-it-it turned into a third-level monster!How can this be!How can it be!

It is said that it is rare to be promoted from a first-level monster to a second-level monster, but it is not difficult. This is equivalent to a person who cultivates from the third level of Qi refining to the fourth level of Qi refining. Maybe he will be promoted overnight by some chance up.However, from a second-level monster to a third-level monster, and it was still a third-level perfection, just watched for a few months, the white-haired old man couldn't figure out how to do it even if he wanted to break his head!

At this time, I saw the white fox grow from a small one to half a person's height in an instant. The hair on its body was full of silver light, and there was a silver vertical streak flowing around its forehead. The four claws were as sharp as blades, standing there watching in a protective posture. In front of the very weak-looking prince, the fox stared at him faintly, as if it would step forward to tear him into pieces at any moment.The white-haired old man looked at Mo Chen, then at Ning Yuan, his body suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Shangxian, please spare me! The younger generation doesn't know Mount Tai with dog eyes, and accidentally offended the Shangxian, and I hope that there are many masters! The younger generation is just a casual cultivator. There is an old mother who is not dead, and a child who is waiting to be fed. I only rely on some low-level juggling Goofing around in the mortal world, begging for a way to survive, begging for a way to survive..."

It is not something that ordinary monks can do to allow their spirit beasts to continuously advance in such a short period of time. Even if he has a low level of cultivation and little knowledge, he knows that such a monk is already an existence that stands out in this world.At this time, the old man had already firmly believed in Ning Yuan's identity as a high-ranking immortal cultivator, and kowtowed to the ground with tears flowing down his face, the previous spirit of immortality was gone.

Survive?The lives of millions of mortals have long been engraved on this person, and he still wants to survive?Really naive?People who cultivate the Tao have done inhumane and unrighteous things, but still hope to achieve a righteous result and coexist with heaven and earth?What absurdity!

Ning Yuan looked at the white-haired old man, and retracted the darkness in his eyes.He had no intention of revealing the truth, but only slowly said: "This deity is traveling here, and I don't want to be disturbed by others. Get out, and don't let me see you again in Daliang. If you want to survive, think about what you have done before. , if it can be remedied, there may still be a little room for change."

The white-haired old man could already feel the gloomy cold light between the teeth of the Snow Mountain Spirit Fox. Hearing Ning Yuan tell him to get lost, he dared not hesitate.

As he flew, he sorted out the messy thoughts in his head, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt scared.Before, I wanted to know who could undo the poison he gave Emperor Liang, but now that I think about it, I'm afraid it was the inscrutable senior who did it, and I want to use those ridiculous tricks to harm him, it's just wishful thinking .It was also fortunate that this senior was here and did not let the plague spread, otherwise he would not know how many blood debts and lives would be added to his body.

The white-haired old man kept Ning Yuan's words in mind, and when he thought that he had obeyed King Yong's order to destroy the Wuzhou dam in order to seek wealth and honor, he felt more and more regretful. There is no way to recover human life, and if you want to do something to remedy it, you can only secretly repair the damaged Wuzhou dam at night.Maybe he still felt that these were not enough, so he flew to the flooded area and the main dams in one night with his sword, and built and strengthened them with mana. Luo Shenxian stopped staring at herself, while secretly swearing in her heart that she would never set foot on the beam again in this life.