On the fate of admitting the wrong gender

The night passed peacefully, when the sun rose and the mist in the bamboo forest cleared, Mo Xiaofan woke up dazedly.

The puppy's dark and moist nose moved, smelling a pleasant scent of medicine, and couldn't help sniffing twice more.He had smelled the scent of this medicine from a bottle used by others, and sometimes scraped the bottle with his claws, and a little black powder could be scraped out.

But this time it emanated from his own fur.

Mo Xiaofan has been beaten all the year round, his body has long since broken down, but he just bounced around with a bit of tenacity, even if Fang Yuan applied high-grade elixir to him, it still couldn't heal the pain on his body.But the little pup crawled out from the pile of soft pillows after struggling a little, groaned softly, and quietly walked out along the corner of the wall.

The four plum blossom claws landed silently, without disturbing anyone in this strange house. Mo Xiaofan relaxed a little, but when he just stepped out the door and saw the person walking towards him, the fluff exploded into a yellow ball. pine cone.

"Hey, are you awake?" Fang Yuan just came back from sword practice, and looked at the pup who was about to run away with a smile.

Under the sunlight, it can be seen more clearly, Mo Xiaofan's original shape is emaciated, his fur is withered and yellow, not much bigger than his slap.But it is not difficult to imagine what kind of yellow puppy it will be if it is raised well.

It's still the kind with long hair and short legs, beautiful.

Fang Yuan wiped his sword, and did not approach rashly: "I have already told the steward that you will be my handyman from now on, responsible for my three meals a day and the cleaning of the bamboo building, and you don't need to go to Ruyi Peak again."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Xiaofan wanted to bite.

Fang Yuan didn't even look at it, and walked into the room: "Bite me, and take a spirit bead. I remember you only have three spirit beads every month. Think carefully before you bite."

Mo Xiaofan froze, a low threatening sound came out of his throat.

Although he is only ten years old, Fang Yuan has deep malice. This malice not only comes from the brutal abuse of him by the original owner, but also has more hidden reasons.

Fang Yuan didn't know what he was thinking, he lifted a bag of bamboo shoots: "Go and cook."

Mo Xiaofan turned around and ran, his short legs ran fast, and disappeared on the bamboo forest road.Fang Yuan was not in a hurry, and slowly picked up a piece of jade slip and began to read it.He is well aware of the protagonist's character, being beaten is one thing, but his heart is not weak, and he will bite back at the person who beat him, that's why the original owner repeatedly troubled him.

Moreover, Mo Xiaofan believed in death, or in other words, few people taught him the truth, coupled with the influence of his blood, he was so stubborn that he would not turn back even if he was killed on the road.For example, as long as Qingfengjian sends him a salary, he will not leave. Even if the salary is ridiculously meager, he will work diligently.

Puppies also have dreams of cultivating immortals.

Sure enough, in the evening, Mo Xiaofan came back silently.It seems that Fang Yuan's words were confirmed by the steward, and he looked at the bamboo building in a haze and fear for a long time before turning into a human form, picking up the bag of bamboo shoots and going to the kitchen.

The children of the poor are already in charge of the family, Mo Xiaofan can do all kinds of work, and only in this way can he support himself.

Fang Yuan seemed indifferent, but he looked over there from the corner of the eye, and heaved a long sigh in his heart.

What reader doesn't like a main character?Of course Fang Yuan also loves Mo Xiaofan, but because of his status, Mo Xiaofan will believe that he is suddenly kind.He is not afraid of the protagonist now, before going to the Demon Realm, Mo Xiaofan was just a stunted child with only one advantage: resistance to beating.

A strong aroma soon came from the kitchen, and after a while, Mo Xiaofan came over with a porcelain basin staggeringly, and set the dishes and chopsticks for him with his bruised little hands as if he couldn't feel the heat.

Then he stood aside, stared at the pot of bamboo shoot soup for a while, then retreated to the door, waiting for orders.

Fang Yuan didn't tease him any more, and went upstairs after eating a bowl, "I'll reward you for the rest." This kind of food with aura is good for children's injuries.And it was made by Mo Xiaofan himself, so he should be able to eat it with confidence.

Sure enough, when Fang Yuan went downstairs the next day, the pot in the kitchen was already clean.

But Mo Xiaofan didn't come back all night, Fang Yuan guessed that he built a nest in the bamboo forest.The half-demon is humble, and the handymen of the Qingfeng Sword Sect also despise him. When he was in Ruyi Peak, he always slept with spirit beasts.Now that he came to Qingxia Peak to work, Qingxia Peak was far away from Ruyi Peak, so he couldn't run around every day, he would only make his home in the bamboo forest.

Fang Yuan was not in a hurry, left a bag of bamboo shoots and left.

Sure enough, hot bamboo shoot soup appeared on the table at noon, Mo Xiaofan's cooking skills were good, Fang Yuan drank two bowls in a row.

He said to the little pitiful person outside who didn't say a word: "From now on, you will clean the bamboo building every day, and prepare three meals on time. If I don't come back in time, I will take care of it myself. There are still wild rabbits and pheasants in the forest. Don't make such a yellow and thin face, let others see it and think I'm abusing you."

"Oh, if you miss one time, you know what will happen. Although Master told me to treat you better, if you make a mistake yourself, you can't blame me for beating you."

Although Mo Xiaofan still looked at him with hatred, he swallowed involuntarily.What does this person mean, that he can eat leftovers every day?

Fang Yuan went upstairs with a cold look.

In the next few days, the two maintained a delicate balance. Except for Mo Xiaofan who would appear for a while when he was working, he would never see the tail at other times, but the bamboo building was always clean, and even Gong The barrels are all brushed clean.Fang Yuan's cultivation had not yet reached the level of fasting, and he drank bamboo shoot soup every day, so there was a natural reincarnation of five grains, so when he stepped into the toilet one time and found that it was bright enough to illuminate people, his expression was dull again.

What a real protagonist——

He also didn't restrict Mo Xiaofan's freedom, and gave him a token to enter and exit the Bamboo Sea.

Mo Xiaofan is ignorant, but since he hung up this token, when he went to get the monthly order, no one would dare to deduct it, and the steward even upgraded him to a full fifty spirit beads every month !

Gold and silver are not recognized in the cultivation world, and transactions are all based on spirit stones, which are divided into upper, middle and lower grades. One piece of high grade is exchanged for one hundred middle grades, and one piece of middle grade is exchanged for one hundred lower grades. The largest one produces a considerable fortune every year.As a direct disciple of the head of the sect, Fang Yuan received ten middle-grade spirit stones every month, as well as a lot of subsidies.

But for outer disciples and handymen, their monthly schedule is calculated according to spirit beads, that is, leftovers from spirit mines, and a full hundred spirit beads can be exchanged for one low-grade spirit stone.

In the past, Mo Xiaofan's salary was pitifully low, but now he has become a top handyman, making all those who trampled on him feel regretful.I don't know what kind of shit luck this kid had, but Senior Brother Fang Yuan changed his attitude and asked him to serve him closely.

Even Shi Feng didn't have this kind of treatment!

Where is Zhuhai? The upper level of Qingxia Peak, the place with the strongest aura in the Qingfeng Sword Sect, one day of practicing there can reach the outside world for five days!

Mo Xiaofan couldn't think of this level, he just held the Lingzhu bag in a daze, and squeezed it tightly.As long as he saves a few more years, he can exchange for a Foundation Establishment Pill and become a cultivator in the spiritual stage.

At that time, he would never be bullied again, because he was a monk.

Monks are great.

……

In a blink of an eye, it was the day when Wufeng Academy started classes again. This month's class was not Qu Xiaoling, but an elder who was good at setting up formations. His surname was Gu, and he was old and gentle.

Fang Yuan rekindled his anticipation and went to the school early in the morning.The school building remained unchanged from a month ago, except that Chang An was stuck on his seat like a stone with a blank expression on his face, and the disciples around him all looked a little bad.

"Morning, senior brother." Chang An stood up.

It has to be said that Fang Yuan was calmed down by someone who arranged for him. After he nodded to Chang An, he ignored the strange gaze, and still sat upright in his seat.He even grinned, and politely greeted the junior sister at the next table: "Good morning, Junior Sister Mu."

Mu Qiwu's eyes fluctuated: "Yes."

But other than that, Fang Yuan had no other communication with her.

Soon after Elder Gu arrived, Fang Yuan put aside distracting thoughts and listened intently.The formation method is still too complicated for him, but Fang Yuan didn't intend to delve into it at first, he just wanted to understand everything and increase his knowledge.

Compared with formations, he is a little interested in refining medicine, but he has to wait until he has fully understood "Myriad Leaves Flying Flowers" before making any plans.

After half of the time, Elder Gu cleared his throat and said, "If you talk too much, you will be confused. Why don't you come here and try to set up the formation."

The disciples were in mourning immediately, spirituality classes were always rare, even female cultivators would rather swing their swords [-] times than set up formations.Nine times out of ten, they are wrong in practice, and they also cause additional damage, such as refining explosives and blasting soil, making them look ashamed and messy.

Elder Gu stroked his beard: "Okay, get up—" As soon as he finished speaking, invisible fluctuations spread from the middle, and the surrounding environment gradually disappeared, and they stood in a valley in a blink of an eye.

But in fact, they didn't leave. In this valley, you can clearly see the closed sky at four corners, but every flower and tree in it seems to be real. Fang Yuan picked a leaf, and he could feel its tender green veins with his fingertips.

This is one of the foundations of the Qingfeng Sword Sect: to reduce the world.

This is a low-grade magic weapon, everything inside is simulated by moonlight sand, which is infinitely similar to the present world. If it does not need a steady supply of spiritual power, there is no difference between this small world and the outside.

Whether it is simulating precious spiritual plants and beasts, or setting up formations here to refine medicine, they all have the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.To some extent, this special kind of magic weapon is even rarer and more precious than powerful weapons, which is enough to see the past glory of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

It is said that Xiaohua World is still a fake, it is imitated from the "Picture of Good Fortune Universe", a celestial artifact of the heavenly rank, held by the Shangqing Xianzong of Middle Earth.

Fang Yuan was stunned by this thing, and after a while, he followed Elder Gu's instructions and searched for a place to set up a formation.But setting up the formation was really too difficult, Fang Yuan couldn't even memorize his handprints clearly, the guiding spiritual flow went out halfway, and he died on a small stone in the ground.

I repeated it many times, and the best time I drew a four-fifth image.

Unlike him, Mu Qiwu's formation was very smooth, even if there were a circle of people around, it didn't affect her at all.The ten fingers that were as bright as jade fluttered, quite carelessly, but extremely graceful.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her whole body was unbelievably good-looking.

Many disciples failed to set up the formation, and simply joined the crowd, with envious faces on their faces, and a few dismissed it, and after a glance, they sneered and stepped up their movements.Some male disciples secretly looked at Mu Qiwu's face, and were fascinated by it, while some female disciples bit their lips unwillingly.

Fang Yuan looked at Mu Qiwu through the crowd, feeling a little shy.The little junior sister is so strong, the elder only said it once and memorized it. He sighed, then silently stared at Mu Qiwu's hand, and followed the demonstration. He didn't feel stupid at all, and his heart was clear.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but the movement of that hand is getting slower and slower, but it doesn't look like it's weak, but it looks like...

It was as if he had purposely shown him clearly.