What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

For the first time in his life, the ancestor of Chengyang expressed his intentions, but he was flatly rejected. He was shocked, angry, bored, bitter, and sad for a moment, with mixed feelings, as if all the emotions that had been burnt to ashes for hundreds of years were rekindled in unison, scorching. It burned his heart, but there was still a hint of sweet and sour in the pain, which was not very unbearable.

Chengyang Muqiu suppressed his emotions and asked: "Then how can I promise?"

Yinrong carefully observed the words and expressions, and felt that the ancestor's mood was still stable, and he didn't intend to kill the fox from embarrassment, so he became more courageous: "No matter what, didn't you dislike me in the past? Now it's my turn to dislike you! Dislike You are old, I dislike your bad temper, and I dislike your poor job."

With a happy mouth, Yinrong ran away, and burrowed into the jagged stone forest.

The back of the little vixen is very arrogant, the red robe is swinging and swinging, revealing a big fluffy tail, and the tip of the big fluffy tail is swinging and swinging, and the two bare and white legs are flying fast. On the smooth stones warmed by the sun, there was a pattering sound, a little cheerful, a little embarrassed, and a little cute.

Chengyang Muqiu knew that he would never escape from his palm, so he didn't chase him very closely, so as not to scare his hairballs, he stuck behind him not too far away, and at the same time used sound transmission to enter the silver velvet. Said in my ear: "I can change what you don't like."

"I won't punish you in the future. As for...as for..." The five hundred-year-old boy chicken didn't say the words 'bad work' after all, but said, "I will learn slowly."

Listening to the voice right next to his ear, Silver Velvet ran even faster.

One person and one fox were chasing after each other. After chasing for an unknown amount of time, Chengyang Muqiu suddenly changed his tone: "Yinrong, stop!"

Yinrong was taken aback, and he really stopped for a moment. He moved the fluffy fox ears on the top of his head, "What?"

"Further ahead is the tomb of my master's clothes. Don't be disrespectful." Chengyang Muqiu said, and he stopped playing the game of "cat and mouse". The next moment, it appeared in front of Yinrong.

Although he restrained his coercion deliberately, the presence of Da Neng's aura was still too strong. Yinrong was taken aback, stepped back half a step, pressed one hand on the stone tablet, and was shocked: "There is really a tombstone!" !"

Chengyang Muqiu: "Let go."

Silver Velvet hastily let go.

Chengyang Muqiu seemed to realize that his tone just now was not good, so he softened his tone and explained: "My master died in martyrdom, leaving behind only a robe. environment, they will be buried here.”

...It is really the master of the ancestors.

Yinrong grew up listening to the 'Legend of the Old Ancestor of Chengyang' and knew his life quite well. He knew that when he was a teenager, his family was destroyed, and even his mentor who brought him up passed away.

Yinrong: "I'm sorry, I didn't know this was the commander, and I didn't mean to offend."

Chengyang Muqiu: "It's okay, those who don't know don't blame it."

"..."

A moment of silence.

Now that someone has chased him, Chengyang Muqiu doesn't know how to express his heartfelt feelings - it is obviously inappropriate to talk about love in front of the tombstone of the dead teacher.

Just then, a crisp bell rang.

Jingle Bell.

Jingle Bell.

Yinrong covered the Moyu bell on her neck, a little embarrassed: "There is no wind here, why did it suddenly ring?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sudden change in the foreground, and the rare panicked voice of the ancestor Chengyang sounded in his ears: "Yinrong!"

Then, the old ancestor's voice disappeared completely, and Yinrong fell to the stone slab unexpectedly, and squatted on his buttocks.

"Hiss...it hurts." Yinrong rubbed his buttocks and got up, "Where is this place? Wait, who are you???!! Where is Chengyang Muqiu?"

In front of him was a hale and hale man in his 30s, who seemed to be wearing a Taoist robe of Taiweijing, but it was not very similar.

The man smiled and said, "Little fox, we meet again."

Silver Fleece: "?"

Yinrong asked warily, "You know me?"

A man in his mid-thirties who looks like he is in his prime calls himself an "old man": "My name is Youci, the last time I saw you, you were still a young fox with no intelligence. Now that you have grown up so much, where are you now?" A year?"

Silver Fleece: "!!!"

"Daoist Youci?" Yinrong said, "You, you are Chengyang Muqiu's master! Haven't you been dead for more than 300 years?"

"It's been 300 years?" Daoist Youci showed emotion, "It's been so long in a blink of an eye, yes, Heng'er has re-developed the Taiwei Realm, and the grand plans and ambitions that the child made when he was young have been realized one by one, yes It must be hundreds of years."

"Little fox," Taoist Youci smiled and waved at Yinrong, "Did you come here to sue the old man, did Heng'er bully you?"

Silver Velvet: "??"

The topic changed so quickly, moreover, why does this Taoist gentleman act like an elder who wants to make decisions for his daughter-in-law?Is it his illusion?

Daoist Youci rubbed his nose: "Actually, I heard everything you said after you entered the mountain. Heng'er was not like this when he was a child, but later he insisted on avenging his master, destroying his cultivation, and entered the ruthless way. He is ruthless. I have lived without love for hundreds of years, although I am decisive, but in terms of feelings, I am not as good as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child, who knows nothing, so you should take care of it."

"Of course it doesn't mean you have to endure grievances. He bullied you, so you should teach him a lesson." Taoist Youci said, and winked at Yinrong.

Yinrong: "..." Why is Daoist Youci completely different from the image in the storybook and the storyteller's mouth? Does Chengyang Muqiu, who is so rigid, have such a lively master?

Unexpectedly, as soon as he praised his liveliness, the master became serious, "It's been 300 years, it's time to test the Xuanjing bell."

Before Yinrong could react, he was dragged forward by the bell on his neck, and the bell obediently fell into the hands of Daoist Youci. memories.

It was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The entire mountain covered with pink and purple spirit plant celestial grass was stained red with blood, and a red milk dumpling was stumbling around.

Yinrong, who was in the period of Nai Tuanzi, hadn't developed his spiritual wisdom yet, maybe he was separated from his mother. A fox ran around in panic at the foot of Luwu Mountain where the blood flowed like a river, and suddenly bumped into the calf of a tall young monk, and was killed. He bounced back and ran away as soon as he wanted to.

But he didn't succeed, and the next moment, he was held in the hands of the young man.

At this time, the little Naituanzi was covered with soft down, with a snow-white belly and an empty neck. There was no bell, and she curled up into a ball and shivered. Immediately afterwards, Yinrong saw the young man's face through the eyes of the "young version of herself". !

"!!!"

It is Chengyang Muqiu, his appearance is not much different from what he looks now, he is still 23 or [-] years old, but his handsome face is stained with blood, his expression is ferocious, and his eyes are calm and calm.

Yinrong cried out in fright, screaming and struggling.

It's a pity that his body is too small, not as big as Chengyang Muqiu's palm. As long as he squeezes lightly, the little fox will die on the spot. Yinrong really cried out of fright, twisting and struggling constantly, scratching with his little claws, He even bluffed and turned his fluffy head to bite Chengyang Muqiu's finger.

Actually got bitten by it.

But the milk dumpling was timid after all, and did not dare to use force after biting it, and finally just licked it as if begging for mercy.

Such a small milk dumpling, such a small tongue, licked on the thumb, it was probably numb and soft, Chengyang Muqiu paused, and let go of his hand slightly, the indifference in his eyes seemed to shatter for a moment, just in the blink of an eye After a while, Naituanzirong successfully struggled out, fell to the ground and squatted on the buttocks, but did not dare to stay, and Shijimao fled quickly.

After running far away, it seems that he heard the young version of his ancestors saying something that seemed to be disgusting: "There is no trace of evil spirit, that's all."

And then, the memories are like a fast-playing kaleidoscope, flashing and disappearing piece by piece, and after an unknown amount of time, Yinrong opened his eyes again, only to feel that his mind was full of chaos, as if he had had a long dream. At that time, the memories in the dream have been completely forgotten.

Daojun Youci rubbed Yinrong's head like an elder, "That brat Heng'er, Master has seen what he did to you. It's his fault, he deserves to be punished."

Yinrong was still a little confused, but still grasped the point: "You can see my memory? So you are not dead, Daojun, did you turn your body into a fairy?"

Youci laughed, "This old man has been dead for hundreds of years, but I have something on my mind that I can't let go of, so I'm holding on to a remnant soul, lingering in the place where the spirit veins are connected, neither human nor ghost. I have one thing on my mind. For the sake of being too small, Heng'er ruined his own future, and fell into a ruthless way with no end in sight. The old man only hopes that one day he can see that he can break through love, and get a glimpse of the great way."

He also said: "The bell on your neck was polished by me, an 'old ghost', using the same piece of black jade as his, but with his current cultivation, I can't pull him into my illusion... ..."

Taoist Youci finished his emotion, and before Yinrong could ask a question, he changed the subject, "But you have trained him well, keep at it, and you will achieve a lot."

Yinrong was stunned by the words: "What training?" How could he have the guts to teach Chengyang Patriarch?And, what's the big deal?His aptitude is so poor, but it's just his luck. He picked up super powers like Chengyang Muqiu a few times, and his cultivation level improved, and now he is content.

Taoist Youci seemed to be able to hear Yinrong's heart, and said with a smile: "Little Yinrong, your future is limitless and your aptitude is excellent, but the Xuanjing bell restricts you."

Yinrong: "Then senior, can you take it off for me?"

"Absolutely not!" Taoist Youci said solemnly, "But you can try the Nirvana Yu Sui in your bell, carve it carefully, polish it slowly, and you will gain something."

Nirvana Yusui was a chance that Yinrong found in the secret place of Changzhou. It was a rough stone. Later, he 'extorted' a carving knife from Xiezhi, but the carving knife was only used once, and the original stone was carved. The corners, since then, these two things have been lying in the storage bell to shed dust. If it hadn't been reminded by Taoist Youci, Silver Velvet would have almost forgotten.

"But," Yinrong said, "I don't know how to carve."

"It's not difficult," Taoist Youci said, but his face suddenly changed, "Oops! The brat is about to break through the old man's illusion! Oops, I made a mistake, I didn't expect him to gain strength again, and I can't resist it for long! "

"Little Yinrong," Daoist Youci said, "Master, I would like to ask you something, do you still want to see my unworthy disciple?"

Yin Rong noticed that Taoist You Ci called himself "Master", as if he also regarded himself as a disciple and "my family", but he still said the truth: "Ah... I don't really think so."

He is not pretending to be false, playing a trick with the immortal, but he really doesn't want to see him. Compared with the ancestor who finally put down his body to court him, he wants countless beautiful men, hugging him left and right Spend and drink, and live the addiction of being "Master Hu".

However, wherever he goes now, Chengyang Muqiu will follow him, where can he escape?

"What's so difficult about it? I can help you as a teacher." Youci smiled, and then Yinrong's eyes turned around again, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already thousands of miles away.

Chengyang Muqiu, who stayed in front of his master's tombstone, broke through the magic circle, but he still hasn't seen the shadow of Yinrong, with a puzzled look on his face.

The transparent Daoist You Ci floated upwards, touched the head of his tall and tall apprentice, and said silently: "Silly boy, you are so stupid that you will scare your wife away, so I have to help you as a teacher. "

"Go after it, learn to be smart this time, and don't annoy people anymore," Youci sighed, "I hope you can penetrate the Dao, realize the word 'love', and practice the ruthless way without driving yourself crazy. No.1 who then died."