kill the fox

It is said that on the wasteland thirty-five thousand miles away from Xiaozhou Mountain, there lived the ancient beast of cholera——Zhu Yan.

The little Taoist went down the mountain to practice and traveled around the world.

One day, when I came to Xiaozhou Mountain, I met a snow-white fox. The little Taoist saw it as a spiritual creature at a glance, and went forward to hug it happily. Bite him hard.

The little Taoist felt the pain, and immediately let go, allowing the little fox to escape. On the dark green grass, a cloud of white snow flew quickly.

Xiaozhou Mountain is full of aura, and it is a good place for cultivating Taoism. The little Taoist priest found a cave to treat his wounds, and thought it was a good place, so he simply stayed.

He didn't see the little white fox all summer long.

Cold comes and summer goes, autumn harvests and winter hides, snow covers the entire Xiaozhou Mountain, and the cold wind blows through the valley, making ghostly neighing.

When the little Taoist regained consciousness, he was no longer in a meditating posture. He opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were white, his body was soft and warm. Press it lightly, and fell back into a peaceful sleep.

Later, he thought back and guessed that he should be waiting for winter.

It was snowing heavily outside, and he was lying in the arms of the little fox, like lying in the ocean in summer.

One person and one fox became the only companions on this small Zhoushan.

Time does not live.

First quarter moon, southwest wind, the scarlet moon is like a blood-stained scimitar, it seems that it will fall from the sky in the next second and cut someone's throat.

in the cave.

The little Taoist rushed over and grabbed the collar of the man in front of him, and shouted: "You are promising! I won't let you! I see you dare!"

Eyes met.

The two fought skillfully.

They devised a naive plan, but before it was implemented, the little Taoist regretted it.

This was the little fox's first trap, and I found out later that it was his self-righteousness.

"Believe me, when I come back, you have to promise me one thing."

He pulled him into his arms and hugged him, without saying a word, he left decisively.

In the wasteland [-] miles away from Xiaozhou Mountain, there lived an ancient mythical beast named Zhu Yan, where no grass grew, and where it appeared, disasters abounded.

There are thirty-five thousand miles away, day and night, countless mountains, and endless water.

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For three months, Ning Ci saw the big stars falling like torches from the sky, and he regretted that he couldn't tell Rongrong that he couldn't wait for him.

When the little Taoist went down the mountain, it was Mount Hengqing, where he was standing now, at his feet.

What he didn't confess was that he was originally Du Hengqing's chief disciple, a well-known and upright disciple, who was expelled from the country by the master on a dark and stormy night, and was brought back a few years later.

Could have waited, he thought.

Finally one day, the stars stopped falling.

The news came like snowflakes from afar, covering all the sects, large and small, in the cultivation world.

There is a demon who kills Zhu Yan at night, kills blood and becomes a god.

The people rejoiced, ran and shouted, and praised one after another.Strange people and strangers all went to the wilderness to investigate, and the little fox became famous in the first battle.

It's just that no one knows it died six times.

The little fox dragged himself down from the wilderness, thinking that everything was going according to plan, but when he returned to the cave full of joy, he found that it was already empty.

No one was waiting for him.

The person who should have been there is lost.

He turned into a fox and slept in a cave.

A month later, he realized that Ning Ci had really left.

The days when he was the only one on Xiaozhou Mountain resumed. It was as quiet as when Ning Ci hadn't come. All the insects and birds seemed to have stopped singing overnight.

He began to wonder if time was turning back.

Could it be that after a while a young man will step onto this mountain, holding him and stroking his fur with joy, and he even thinks, if it really happens all over again, will he bite him.

If so, should it be a lighter bite or a heavier bite...

Why is he still not here?

Just such a beautiful sunny day, yet, yet...

He started to hate him.