Sacrifice

Perhaps the blow was too great, Qinglian the old Taoist hugged her broken sword and looked at the sky for a long, long time.

The place where they are is the center of the eye of the wind. Looking from the inside, it is a piece of chaos, nothing can be seen, only the sky above the head is blue and cloudless.

The old Taoist Qinglian raised her face deeply, as if she was thinking about some major life issue, Puye took a long look and walked away.

He hugged Xiaohong and said softly, "Good job,"

Xiaohong in the flowerpot clenched her fists, her face full of excitement.

It wasn't until the next day that the old Taoist Qinglian came back to his senses. He walked slowly into the wooden house, looked at the pot of rattan on the window sill with great confusion, took a deep breath, and murmured, "It's better to start all over again." , everything is cleared, I don’t remember anything, but it’s clean.”

Bo Ye tilted his head, "What are you talking about, senior?"

The old Qinglian shook her head, looked at the rattan with a complicated expression, and said after a while, "Boy, is this your spiritual pet?"

Pu Ye nodded greatly.

The old Taoist Qinglian pondered for a while, "This place is located in the eye of the wind, and it is moved every three months. It is a good place for meditation." After a pause, he said, "This rattan is destined for me, I wonder if I can let it go I'm old-fashioned? You can do whatever you want?"

There is a destiny with me... The corner of Boye's mouth twitched, and he said with a look of reluctance, "If Xiaohong agrees, I have no objection."

Old Daoist Qinglian is silent, will Teng Xiaohong agree?

If he agrees, there will be ghosts! !

When Teng Xiaohong heard that the old man in front of him wanted to snatch him away from Bo Ye, she was stunned.

Three seconds later, he came to his senses, and directly yanked the lotus crown on the old Taoist Qinglian's head with a vine, and at the same time tugged at the dark and smooth hair desperately, crying while pulling, "Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Bad guys!! Want to steal Xiaohong! Thief!!”

Pu Ye very cooperatively made a look of perplexity, entanglement and sadness, but his heart was about to burst out laughing.

"...cough cough, wait, I didn't... ouch, stop pulling! The old man's hair is not pulled casually!!" The old Taoist Qinglian was tangled, the monk's blood and hair contained all the information and hugeness of himself. How can someone else obtain his spiritual power? !

But as long as you think about the unruly and arrogant blood vine king who died under the law of heaven due to calculations, and after more than a hundred years of reincarnation, he turned into a cute, cute and ignorant little girl, and this thumb-sized girl is still crying in front of her eyes With snot and tears, out of breath, looking extremely pitiful...

The old Taoist Qinglian sighed helplessly. In the past, he boasted that his heart was as hard as iron and as sharp as a sword, but today he realized that he still has a soft heart...

He coughed, "Since that's the case, let's forget about it." After a pause, he was still unwilling, "This spirit vine is very talented, boy, can you really take care of it?"

Pu Ye stared at the old Taoist Qinglian with hostility, he hugged the flowerpot tightly, and said angrily, "Isn't Xiaohong not good-looking?"

"Dare you say I'm not good-looking?!" Teng Xiaohong screamed, "He's blind!!"

"..." The old Taoist Qinglian retreated silently. He walked with heavy steps, holding his broken sword, and continued to look at the sky.

Still looking depressed and melancholy, blood vine, blood vine, what should I do? !

Knowing the sea, Fujiko Yin couldn't stop laughing, he didn't mind being ashamed at the moment, seeing the depressed and aggrieved look on Qinglian's old miscellaneous face, he seemed to be as comfortable as drinking a big bowl of mutton soup for three or nine days, it was too relieved. have! !

Pu Ye lazily said, "This old Taoist Qinglian really cares about you."

Fujiko Yin's smile stopped abruptly, and he was silent for a long time before he said with emotion, "If it wasn't for this moment, I wouldn't know that he cares so much about me."

Pu Ye suddenly felt curious, "How did you know each other?"

Tengzi choked for a while, before saying in a blunt voice, "When my cultivation reached the stage of becoming a god, I left my hiding place and started to travel several continents."

Fujiko Yin tried hard to recall the long past, and then suddenly realized that he and Qinglian Laodao really knew each other for too long.

"Then I met Qinglian. This guy is a sword cultivator from Yuxumen. He is very powerful. He is obviously only a low-level monk in the Nascent Soul stage, but he can compete with the first-level monks who transform into gods. Moreover, he has a competitive personality. Yong, with a bad temper, talking like a duck, many people are speculating that the reason why Qinglian came out to travel with such a low level of cultivation is because his master really couldn't bear him, so he was thrown out."

"Once I was fighting with someone, I was injured a little, and I found a no-man's land, revealed my body, and prepared to cultivate for a period of time, but after a few days, Qinglian flew over her head with a sword, and there seemed to be someone chasing after her. ..." Fujiko Yin said uncertainly, "He seems to have killed that guy, and that guy's body fell down, and I just ate it all, and then Qinglian also came down, and directly slashed at me with a sword."

Puye's head was full of black lines, "So you two became enemies?"

"He cut off a leaf from me, and I ate his arm." Tengziyin said indifferently, "I thought he tasted delicious, so I chased him for a while. He ran fast, and I gave up when I couldn't catch him. .”

Bodhisattva: "..."

Fujiko Yin continued, "When I met him again later, he had already advanced into a god, and he seemed to recognize me. He rushed to me immediately and chattered a lot. I didn't bother to talk to him, so he just He came to chop me up again, but I didn’t feel angry, so I gnawed it back, just like this, we became sworn enemies.”

"Really?" Puye looked thoughtfully at the old Taoist Qinglian, who was looking outside, "But looking at his current appearance, he doesn't look like a sworn enemy to you!"

"The ghost knows which muscle in him is wrong?" Fujiko Yinman said indifferently, "It's you, with him by your side, can you still cultivate?"

"It's okay. If he wants to harm me, I have no power to fight back. Instead of being on guard, it's better to get along well."

Bo Ye smiled and said confidently, "What's more, seeing how he misses you, maybe he can get some benefits!"

Hearing this, Fujiko Yin immediately excitedly said, "Let him forge a sword for you! This guy's ability to forge swords is superb!!"

Pu Ye looked at the Futu Meteorite in the package, "Forging a sword?"

It is enough for him to have the Futu Yehuo, but Teng Xiaohong does not have a weapon at hand, and he still remembers to forge a weapon for Uncle Fazhen, who spent 500 years of silent meditation, as a thank you gift.

Futu Meteorite, Ji Mingsi, Lihuosi, Dayu Stone... Pu Ye rummaged through the purple materials in the package, frowning, there were not many small irons left, and the other materials were originally picked up when writing the book. Only one or two, since he came to the upper realm, he has not made any income. If he just sits and eats, sooner or later, he will use up all the spirit stones.

He took a deep breath and said softly, "I'm going to close the door to death, if it's nothing serious, don't call me."

Tengziyin was stunned after hearing this, and then pouted, "Then I'll be locked up too."

"You retreat too? Then what about the old Taoist Qinglian?"

"Leave it to Teng Xiaohong." Teng Ziyin's voice sounded extremely gloating, "I believe Teng Xiaohong will attract all the attention of that old man."

Teng Xiaohong did attract Qinglian's full attention.

After learning that her little master was going to retreat, and the damned Teng Ziyin was also going to retreat, Teng Xiaohong was almost overjoyed!

Ever since Teng Ziyin woke up, this bastard almost took away all the chances for him to appear. Every time he huddled in the Dream Soul Orb, seeing that guy chatting happily with his master, Teng Xiaohong would go mad with jealousy.

But he didn't dare to really show his thoughts. He and Fujiko Yin are one body and two souls. The ghost knows if this old man has any other methods hidden, maybe he can find out what he is thinking.

Teng Xiaohong thought about it, and only pretending to be stupid can reduce Teng Ziyin's vigilance.

One must know that if he hadn't been concerned about his master, Teng Ziyin would probably have eaten him long ago.

Therefore, every time Teng Xiaohong came out, he even gave up the time with his master, and has been working hard to practice. He has already lagged behind Teng Ziyin too much in experience. If he doesn't work hard, the future will be a dead end.

And this time, the old Taoist Qinglian who appeared gave him a chance to take advantage of it.

Both Teng Ziyin and the master are in retreat, and he is the only one left to deal with this old man outside. If he handles it properly, not only can he have more time to practice, but he can also let this old man give some pointers! !

Tengziyin has enough practice experience, and there is no bottleneck, but his master Puye is a Buddha cultivator, and his method is completely different from that of a demon cultivator, so he has no way to learn from it.

Ruo Fajing once mentioned some directions of demon cultivation, Teng Xiaohong kept it in mind, he could not continue to practice a long time ago.

Since God gave him a big advantage, if he doesn't make good use of it, wouldn't it be a waste! !

So when the old Taoist Qinglian came back to her senses and came to look for Boye again, she found that Thumbelina, who was still shrunk in the flower pot yesterday, had suddenly grown bigger. Resolutely stopped in front of him.

"Stay away from my master!!"

Old Daoist Qinglian couldn't bear to look straight at her thumb-sized appearance, let alone her normal height? !

Qinglian was dazed for a long time before he remembered his purpose, and he said dryly, "I want to talk to that kid."

"Master closed the door, you go away!!"

Old Daoist Qinglian was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes rolled, huh?That kid is closed?Isn't this just an opportunity?

He showed a warm smile, coughed, and looked like a master of Taoism, "Girl, Qinglian, a poor Taoist, has no malicious intentions. She has cultivated for [-] years, and her cultivation experience is many times higher than this kid. Your cultivation base is not enough in the eyes of the old way, do you want to become stronger? Follow the old way, keeping your advanced level is like eating, it is fast and convenient!"

This is what I want! !Teng Xiaohong was extremely willing in his heart, but he didn't show it on the face. He gave Qinglian old Taoist a disgusted look, "I want to protect the master! I won't go with you!"

The smile on the old Taoist Qinglian's face became even brighter, "Girl, you are so weak, how can you protect your little master!" His seductive look was like a big bad wolf, "You can only get better when you become stronger Protect him!"

There was a bewildered expression on Teng Xiaohong's face, and against his ignorant look, Qinglian's heart trembled again. To be honest, this time [Tengziyin] made such an expression, he really couldn't accept it .

"I, I want to follow Master..."

"I can protect your master, how about you follow me?"

"In the final analysis, you still want to steal me away!!" Teng Xiaohong's complexion changed suddenly, and he glared at the old Taoist Qinglian angrily. With a flip of his palm, he swung a red rattan whip, pretending to be fierce, "Go away!! Otherwise... I'll beat you!!"

Old Daoist Qinglian shuddered all over, and almost laughed out loud. He looked at the little girl in red in front of him fiercely whipping his whip, and felt delighted no matter how he looked at it.

"Ahem, how about this, anyway, your master is also retreating, I will protect him during his retreat, and you follow me to learn and become stronger, how about it?"

Teng Xiaohong stared at Qinglian old Taoist cautiously, "Really?"

"real!"

"Not leaving the master?"

"will not leave!"

"Can you help me become stronger?"

"can!"

"Flying speed?"

"Flying speed!!"

"Well, that's fine!"

Old Daoist Qinglian, who had fulfilled her long-cherished wish, laughed out loud, with imperceptible emotion and firmness in her laughter.

In this life, I hope that the blood vine king can walk on the right path, and he will no longer be like the previous life, where he died and disappeared.