What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

In fact, there was a thin mist in the mountains at this time, and it was a bit cool, but the moment Yinrong was wrapped in his robe, he broke out in a thin sweat, which was frightening.

For a moment, he thought that Chengyang Muqiu was going to strangle him to death.

"Immortal, Immortal," Yinrong swallowed, "I'm not cold."

Chengyang Muqiu insisted: "Put it on."

"..." Yinrong still didn't understand what the ancestor was making, and struggled, "I'm naturally afraid of heat, not cold."

Chengyang Muqiu still insisted: "It's cold, put on."

Silver Velvet: "..." All right.

If the ancestor said it was cold, then let it be cold, anyway, I dare not refute it.

When Chen Xiangwan approached, he saw Yinrong wearing Chengyang Muqiu's black robe, which was too loose for him, Yinrong was dazed, and the fluffy fox ears on the top of his head were also confused. Posted back nervously, looking pitiful.

Chen Xiangwan's first reaction was: "Mu Qiu bullied you again?"

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

Yinrong was afraid that his ancestor would get angry, so he bit his nerve and said: "It's a bit cold, I borrowed the robe of the immortal to wear it."

As expected, the patriarch was successfully groomed. He was tall and stood on a high hillside, looking down at Chen Xiangwan... the robe in his hand, and the corners of his lips curled up in a faint and arrogant arc.

"..." Chen Xiangwan immediately realized it.

Chen Xiangwan sent a voice transmission to Chengyang Muqiu: "Chengyang Heng, did you do it on purpose?"

Chengyang Muqiu ignored him, picked up the silver cashmere like he was catching a chicken, and at the same time the long sword on his waist fell and skyrocketed, the ancestor took his own vixen, and under Chen Xiangwan's stare, Yu Jian went away .

Xuan Feng, who followed Chen Xiangwan closely, couldn't stand it anymore, and said angrily: "It's too arrogant, to rob people blatantly!"

Chen Xiangwan's face was also not good-looking: "Hmph."

Xuanfeng: "That vixen is just relying on his face to serve others with sex, after all, he can't last long! Daoist Zhao Yu is really shameless, and he has failed our good intentions. You are afraid that he will be cold, but he will give his clothes to that Hu Meizi! It is clear that you are the ones who had a marriage contract—"

"Who is afraid that he will be cold?" Chen Xiangwan interrupted his senior brother, "Chengyang Heng is as strong as a bull, will he be afraid of the cold?"

Xuanfeng: "???"

Even though the ancestor of Chengyang was tall, he looked like a cold and detached fairy. How could a person like a banished fairy look like a cow? ?Moreover, the young patriarch of his family was not worried about him being cold, who else would he be worried about?

Chen Xiangwan: "Please trouble Brother Xuanfeng to go back to Fengyan City to buy two beggar chickens, a steamed bun with chicken oil residue, mushroom and pheasant rolls... and then go back to Zhangyi Town to buy a glutinous rice chicken and a candy in the shape of a little fox." Man, I'll go after him first."

Sect Master Chen Shao hurried away with his sword after finishing his orders, leaving Xuanfeng alone in shock: all chickens, sugar figures in the shape of little foxes, and thin in stature... Young, little, little Sect Master, he chased after him Is the person Hu Yinrong? ?That vixen? ?

Although Chen Xiangwan followed closely behind, how could he catch up with Patriarch Chengyang?

Chengyang Muqiu seemed to have eyes behind his back, and suddenly accelerated—even though he accelerated, he didn't panic, and was still floating like a fairy—and quickly disappeared from Chen Xiangwan's sight.

But Yinrong standing on the fairy sword said: The actual feeling is not as chic as it seems, because the speed is too fast, he is almost blown stupid by the wind.

Yinrong had no choice but to shrink back, and then back again. After a few rounds, he had already shrunk into his ancestor's arms.

Chengyang Muqiu took advantage of the situation to protect Yinrong, and the sword became faster.

"..."

When they arrived in Zhangyi Town, Yinrong almost vomited out, and it took a while before he slumped down on the beauty couch.

This is the largest (expensive) inn in Zhangyi Town. Although it is not as luxurious as the Tianzifang in Changzhou City, it has all the facilities. After feeding a pot of tea to Yinrong's mouth, he frowned regretfully and said, "It's just Yujian, why are you so delicate."

If I had known that the little vixen was so fragile, he wouldn't fly so fast, but the faster he was, the more he shrank into his arms, forgetting his feelings for a moment...

But Yinrong misunderstood: "...Ancestor, do you think that everyone is a great power at the transformation stage?" It was obvious that he was the one who grabbed him and forcibly controlled the sword, but now he turned around and despised himself, it was too much.

"Drink tea." Chengyang Muqiu said in a low voice, looking at his little vixen's pale face.

The ancestors had the coercion of a high-ranking person, even caring about people was like an order, Yin Rong shut his mouth, and took the teacup obediently, the water temperature was just right, the tea was also fragrant, and seemed to contain a lot of spiritual power, it was very comfortable to sip, Not only did it easily heal his aftereffects of Yujian, but Yinrong also felt that his body was light, the lightness of washing the sutras and cutting the marrow all at once.

"feel better now?"

"It's much better, thank you Xianzun," Yinrong wondered, "Why does this tea work so well? Is it some kind of precious spiritual plant? It tastes so special." It's the fragrance of top-grade spirit stones, the smell of money— Only expensive tea can taste so good!

Cheng Yangmuqiu didn't answer, but pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Yinrong: "You call me Xianzun now."

Silver Velvet: "?" Otherwise?

Chengyang Muqiu looked at him with deep eyes: "Call 'Brother Head' again."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!" Yin Rong choked on the tea, coughed for a dark time, subconsciously stretched out his sleeve to wipe the tea on his mouth, and then froze.

It's over!He was biting his brush before, but now he is still wearing his ancestor's cassock, and the ink from his mouth has rubbed onto his sleeve!That cleanliness would kill himself for a fox fur scarf, right?

However, instead of being angry, the ancestor of Chengyang stretched out his hand, and wiped away the ink stains on the corner of Yinrong's lips. Kind of cute.

Lingtai Academy is a free school established by Taiwei Realm. It only recruits mortal children between the ages of six and 12. Every year, some children with acceptable aptitude are selected from them, and they are first recruited to study in the outer sect.

Yinrong felt that his ancestor's fingers were a little hot, as if the wrench in his hand was hot, so he couldn't help touching his face, which was still hot.

Just listen to the ancestor's order again: "As before, call 'brother' again."

Silver Fleece: "?"

Silver Velvet didn't bark, but mumbled, "Didn't you forbid me to call you that?"

Chengyang Muqiu froze, opened his mouth, and finally said, "It's fine now."

Yinrong still didn't bark, and lowered his head to sip his tea, thinking: You can do it if you say so, I don't want to bark now, and now I don't need your body, so why bother.

Don't bark if you don't want to bark, I have the backbone!

...unless, of course, you force me by force.

Chengyang Muqiu didn't force him, but got up silently and continued to make tea for Yinrong. The tea was picked from Penglai Peak, and it was cooked only once in a thousand years. He hid it in the storage bag that he carried, and even he was reluctant to drink it, but used it to relieve the slight discomfort of Silver Velvet caused by Yujian's too fast.

It can be said to kill cockroaches with a sledgehammer.

Recently, there has been an anecdote that people talk about in Zhangyi Town: It is said that Zhanghe Village outside the town lost more than fifty young laborers overnight. It is said that they were bewitched by evil spirits and almost sucked dry Fortunately, Xinghuilou acted in time and sent people to kill demons and demons, but within a day, they were all rescued!

In the past 300 years, there have been fewer and fewer incidents of being disturbed by evil spirits, so this story has spread quickly, and it has been embellished, and it has a nose and eyes:

"I heard that it was the 'three corpses causing chaos'. Zhanghe Village didn't accumulate virtue and disrespected the immortals. Aunt Xue came to avenge her! All the young men who are young and full of vigor are hooked away!"

"Blood girl? How did I hear that the goblin who seduces people is a man, a male vixen? My distant aunt's cousin lives in Zhanghe Village and was also taken captive. He said they were tied into a string and sent to a beautiful In front of the young master, alas, that young master is white and tender, and prettier than the big girl, just one look at him, my cousin will turn pale, and that vixen is the mastermind behind the scenes!"

"I can also testify that my aunt married into Zhanghe Village. I heard from her that after seeing the male vixen, more than half of the young people in the village fell into lovesickness. , Some people come back and say that they regret not going to Wushan with him, what a crime!"

"Is the male vixen really so evil? How good-looking is it? It makes my heart itch."

"Don't, that's a deadly thing. I heard that in the caves and the lairs of those monsters, there are miasmas all over. Several youngsters came back sick—not lovesickness, but that kind of dirty disease, with sores all over their bodies."

"This disease may be contagious. My aunt sent a message saying that Boss Zhang—that shriveled boy who went to the street that day—was obviously not taken captive, but he also fell ill, and he was the most ill. There are sores on the top of the head and pus oozing from the feet, tsk tsk, if you see me, you will definitely not be able to eat for a few days!"

"Oh, then don't go to Zhanghe Village anytime soon."

Chen Xiangwan came here all night. It turned out that Yinrong was too tired yesterday, so he fell asleep on the beauty's couch. During this period, the ancestor Chengyang personally imposed a restriction that no one could approach the room.

Yinrong fell into a sound sleep all night, and the restraint was not removed until he woke up.

When he woke up, Chengyang Muqiu was no longer in the room. Yinrong didn't think it was strange, but heaved a sigh of relief—it's normal for Chengyang Patriarch who doesn't want to look at him more!

However, yesterday, the ancestors put clothes on him again, served tea and water, and asked himself to be called "brother"... Yin Rong shook his body with goose bumps, no, I can't continue to think about it, it's too scary.

Yinrong's demon pill has almost recovered, no matter how high his spiritual power is, he can't break through the void return period, he can't fast, he slept full all night, but now he's hungry.

The inn itself has a kitchen, and you can order food in the lobby. If you have a bowl of fragrant shallot chicken porridge for breakfast, that would be really beautiful.

Probably because he was thinking too much, Yinrong smelled the aroma of chicken porridge, took a sip of saliva, opened the door, and saw a bowl of hot meat porridge!

However, the person carrying the porridge was Chengyang Muqiu, so people were afraid to pick it up.

Immediately afterwards, an even stronger scent wafted from behind him. Chen Xiangwan dressed in white, closed the folding fan on his chest, and clapped his hands loudly. The next moment, Xuanluan, Xuanzi, Xuanfeng, Xuantai The four Wanjianzong masters each held a plate of snacks with stiff expressions, all of which were Yinrong's favorite snacks.

Silver Velvet almost couldn't hold back his saliva, his big amber eyes were full of surprises, and he asked in disbelief, "So many, this is for me?"

Chengyang Muqiu's face turned dark instantly.

Chen Xiangwan said with a gentle smile, "I don't know what you like to eat, so I just bought something of everything."

At this moment, how can there be chicken porridge in Yinrong's eyes?Hastily nodded like pecking rice: "I like all of them! Oh, Master Chen, it's too expensive!"

"If you like it, try it out," Chen Xiangwan said softly, "You and I are also in trouble together. Don't call me Young Suzerain, it's too natural. Call me Big Brother Chen from now on, okay?"

Although Yinrong now has spirit stones in his pocket, he is still a country boy who is used to hunger, unable to resist the temptation of delicious food, and being completely moved by the kind-hearted Young Master Chen, he immediately responded: "Brother Chen! "

Chengyang Muqiu was holding the chicken porridge, turned around and left with a dark face.

In the lobby of the inn, a little boy was holding up a top-grade spirit stone with great joy, showing off to the other staff: "Can I still coax you? Look, a serious top-grade spirit stone, look at how beautiful it is!"

"Hey, Cao Cao is here," Xiaoer's eyes lit up, he put the spirit stone in his pocket, chased after him, saluted a tall and handsome young monk, and said with a warm smile, "Guest officer, what are you doing?" I’m back so soon, isn’t a bowl of porridge enough? There’s still more in the pot!”

However, the guest officer was not in the mood to speak, so he dropped the porridge bowl and walked away.

All the boys gathered around one after another, chattering: "The bowl is broken, how hard is this? The guest officer seems to be in a bad mood."

"I also said that the guest officer has a good temper and laughs while cooking porridge. It's completely different from what you said. You are really bragging!"

Yinrong ate too much in the morning and felt a little uncomfortable, so she decided to change into her original shape and run around.

But this was Chengyang Muqiu's room after all, he didn't dare to let go of Sa Huan'er, but Chen Xiangwan asked for another room and warmly invited Yin Rong to live with him.

But Yinrong is sorry to always trouble others. What's more, now that Chengyang Muqiu is chasing after him, it should be a good opportunity for the two of them to cultivate their relationship. Although he is a fox, it is not good to always stand between them Between the obstacles, more or less a little discerning.

But speaking of it, the atmosphere between Zuzu and Brother Chen...isn't too ambiguous.

There used to be rumors that "Chen Xiangwan just said a word, and the ancestor of Chengyang got angry and rushed into the secret realm regardless of safety", it sounds like the two of them should have at least a few vows to each other. However, in the past few days, Yinrong observed , found that not only did they have no communication at all, Chengyang Muqiu even looked at Chen Xiangwan with a little disgust in his eyes - it's strange, wouldn't the ancestor be annoyed by looking at everyone?

Although Yinrong felt that there were a lot of doubts, he didn't bother to think about it. What does the relationship between the two of them have to do with him?

Yinrong stretched out her claws, pouted her fluffy buttocks, stretched her waist comfortably, shook her hair, and went downstairs happily. The backyard of the inn was very large, and there were many crabapple trees planted, and the trees fell all over the ground. The pink and white petals look easy to plan, making the fox claws itch.

Silver Velvet found the softest place, waved its two front paws, planed vigorously, and scraped out a lot of flower petals, then jumped in and rolled around, covering itself all over.

"Where did the little fox come from?" Someone said, "You're lucky today, puff puff! Come here!"

Silver Cashmere was already full, but Xiao Er couldn't help screaming, so she shook her hair, flicked her big fluffy tail, walked over slowly, and sniffed the broken bowl in Xiao Er's second hand.

Not to mention, it's pretty tasty.

"The shredded chicken porridge that has been simmered for two hours," Xiao Er said, "It's a pity that it's all spilled, so I can't eat it. It's cheap for you, suck it!"

The fragrance was delicious, but the silver velvet was too much to eat, so after smelling it, he moved his ears and let out a big yawn.

Xiao Er didn't care whether he ate or not, as if he had finally found a living creature to talk to, he said, "They don't believe me, hey, I also find it strange to say it."

"The guest officer asked me early in the morning to teach him how to cook porridge. He did everything from washing rice, boiling water, washing meat, shredded chicken, chopping shallots, and even adding salt. He only asked me how to do it. He didn't allow me to intervene, so he rewarded me with a high-grade spirit stone." Xiaoer said in a babbling voice, "Guess what happened? He went downstairs and poured out the porridge after he served it for a while!"

"..." For some reason, Yinrong suddenly remembered the bowl of shredded chicken porridge in the morning, and couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. He tilted his head and looked at Xiaoer.

Xiaoer: "But that guest officer is really generous, a top-grade spirit stone is enough for me to save for ten years without food or drink! The rich monks who live in Tianzifang are different."

Silver Fleece: "?"

Silver Velvet: "??!!!"

As far as Yinrong knew, this inn was not big, it only had one room in the sky.