Guide to Cats in Xiuxianjie

While Ye Huaijiu is improving himself, Fu An is also working hard.

He would go to the peak of Jianfeng to practice swords at Chenshi, and he would not go back to rest until noon. However, his rest was different from Ye Huaijiu. Meditation and breathing were already a relatively luxurious leisure for him.

Without extraordinary talent and roots that are rare in the world, Fu'an can only rely on hard work.

It's just that today is a bit different. After Fu'an reached the top of the mountain, he saw Bai Lingu's little uncle sitting cross-legged on the sword stone with the most messy sword aura. There were a few bloodstains.

Taking a few steps back, Fu An touched his bleeding face, looking at Song Zhinan with flickering eyes, and the disciple uniform on his body was also torn to pieces because he couldn't withstand the overloaded attack.

After Fu An casually took out a set of disciple clothes from the storage bag and put them on, he felt burning eyes staring at him.

"The quality of the Zongmen disciple's clothes is not very good." Song Zhinan opened his eyes at some point and walked out, "You have a really good figure."

Walking to Fu An's side, Song Zhinan stretched out his hand and poked Fu An's chest, "No wonder Elder Brother envies you."

Fu An stretched out his hand to press the bruised veins, and really wanted to forget the scene just now, but the existence of this person in front of him kept reminding him of the stupid thing he did just now, "Are all the people and cats in Bai Lingu like this?"

Although the question was unclear, Song Zhinan understood it strangely, "That's not true, my second senior brother is pretty good."

The implication is that no one is good except his second senior brother...

Fu An suddenly felt a little sympathetic to his thousand-year-old uncle Shuo Yun.

"By the way, when it comes to clothes, if you can't find a good clothes maker, my second brother's craftsmanship is very good, and he doesn't need procedures, you just need to find the materials to make clothes."

Song Zhinan didn't seem to know what embarrassment was, and forced Fu An to talk about clothes.

"Little uncle, why don't we talk about it in detail after I finish my sword practice?" Fu An pulled Song Zhinan's hand away with a smile on his face, "If there is nothing wrong, my nephew and I will leave first."

It was the first time Fu An was so polite, and Song Zhinan was a little unaccustomed to it, and he couldn't see anyone in a daze, but he felt that Fu An was right, and naturally cultivation was important.

The two stood at the south and the north of the sword and began to practice swords. It's just that Fu'an's state is a little excited today, and his sword energy even spread to other Jianfeng disciples.

"Senior brother Fu'an is really getting stronger and stronger. Brother is going to cultivate sword intent soon?" Several Jianfeng disciples looked at Fu'an enviously, and then they were hit directly in the face by a sharper sword energy, but the opponent was accurate The control made the sword energy completely dissipate when it got close to the bodies of several people.

He was talking about leaving at noon, but in fact, Fu'an dragged on until evening. When the sun went down and everyone left, he raised his sword and left. Unexpectedly, he saw Song Zhinan at the intersection of going down the mountain...,

Asking now is regretful, Fu An felt that even if he was chased by an eagle in the sky, it would be better than talking to Song Zhinan.

"Why hasn't the uncle left yet?" Fu An showed a characteristic smile, and he couldn't see the irritability in his heart at all.

"We made an appointment to make clothes before, but I saw that you were more absorbed in practicing swords, so I didn't bother you. You are so hardworking and so good. No wonder the big brother envies you."

However, the next moment, Song Zhinan pulled his sleeves in front of Fu An's eyes, "My clothes are made by the second senior brother, they can protect against everything, they are super good!"

Originally, Fuan just wanted to touch it symbolically, but he felt the unusualness of this dress as soon as he got his hands on it, "The material of this dress..."

"This is the only gift that master gave me, the skin of the Milky Way Python, and the clothes designed by the second senior brother. They are very durable." It was obvious that Song Zhinan liked this dress very much, and he was beaming when he said it.

Fu An touched his clothes slowly, "But I remember that Master Gao Chen is only in the early stage of foundation establishment, right? The Galaxy Python is a monster in the Nascent Soul Stage."

"Senior brother's physique is quite special, and the skin of the Nascent Soul monster that was killed by his fire is not a problem." Song Zhinan looked at Fu'an seriously after finishing speaking, "So you really don't think about asking my senior brother to make you a piece of clothing. ?"

Under Song Zhinan's various invitations, Fu'an finally agreed to make clothes, but the time is uncertain, so Song Zhinan please don't tell Gao Chen.

It may be that the conversation between the two went smoothly, but before leaving, Song Zhinan actually felt a little reluctant to give up on Fu'an.

In the process of Song Zhinan unilaterally teasing Fu'an, they saw a rare sight in a hundred years from the corner of their eyes.

The person who came was standing on the flying sword, the red clothes fluttered, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his profile was extremely glamorous, and his whole body exuded a dangerous and seductive temperament.

However, their attention was all on the pair of slender white hands, and the little white cat that was pinched by the back of fate's neck.

"I have seen Uncle Master."

"I have seen my uncle."

Although Ling Sangzhu was rarely seen in front of the world, Song Zhinan and Fu An were keenly aware of the identity of the person who came, but they didn't know why Ye Huaijiu could get mixed up with such a person, and it seemed that they had an unusual relationship.

Ye Huaijiu was communicating with Ling Sangzhu with his spiritual sense, "Uncle, please save face, I am also a shameless cat in front of my brothers and nephews."

Hearing this, Ling Sangzhu looked down at Ye Huaijiu's fluffy little head, "Sorry, I didn't see your face."

"En." Ling Sangzhu nodded to the two standing, and then carried Ye Huaijiu by the neck to Zichen Hall.

Fu An's gaze also moved in the direction of Ling Sangzhu's departure, but Ye Huaijiu's figure appeared in his eyes, "I didn't know that Uncle Ye and Master Shuo Xue had such a good relationship."

"I don't know either. Senior Uncle Shuoxue has never been to Bailin Valley before." Song Zhinan didn't want to know why his senior brother was in Ling Sangzhu's hands. His eyes were now full of the sword under Ling Sangzhu's feet.

"The sword under Uncle Shuo Xue's feet should be very valuable." Song Zhinan muttered to himself.

Fu An, who was still in deep thought, was awakened by these words. He took a careful look at Song Zhinan, he was indeed Ye Huaijiu's junior, "It seems that loving money is Bai Lingu's tradition."

"That's not true. I don't like money. I've never touched money before." Song Zhinan's way of treating money like a local style almost convinced Fu An that there really was such a normal person in Bai Lingu.

However, Song Zhinan's next sentence shattered his fantasy, "Since I went up the mountain, master and brother have never given me a spirit stone."

Fu An quickly turned to other topics, "In fact, the materials for the sword are not very expensive. Uncle Ye saved enough money to buy the materials for three Master Shuo Xue's ancestor swords. It is difficult to find a sword practitioner and a warm sword."

"What does Uncle Song think is the most important thing in sword cultivation?" Fu An suddenly asked, but Song Zhinan didn't react for a while.

"The one with the sword?" Song Zhinan was not sure, so he asked Fu An, hoping that Fu An could give him an answer.

Fu An shook his head, "Since Grandmaster Shuoyun didn't even give you the answer, I don't even know. Maybe if I know this answer, I can have a sword as powerful as Grandmaster Shuoxue."

Knowing that he still needed to spend a lot of money, Song Zhinan went back to Bai Lingu sullenly, without saying goodbye to Fu An.

While Fu An was enjoying his leisure, he also sighed that Bai Lingu had such a simple person. He had dealt with Shuo Yun, Ye Huaijiu, and Gao Chen before. It is also funny to have such a little white rabbit.

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After being brought to Zichen Palace by Ling Sangzhu, Ye Huaijiu immediately kept a distance of one foot from Ling Sangzhu.

"What is this for?" Ling Sangzhu asked, but the movements of his hands were not slow. He took out a bathtub from the storage ring and threw Ye Huai wine into it. Blood is not so easy to stain."

Hearing that Ye Huaijiu immediately lowered his head to look at his body, the blood that dripped on his body a quarter of an hour ago actually faded now, as if he had been

he absorbs...

Seemingly seeing what Ye Huaijiu was thinking, Ling Sangzhu also affirmed his doubts, "You are right, the energy in the blood has been absorbed by you, just like those black mist, it can strengthen the consciousness, and There will be no sequelae of directly absorbing the black mist, which is good for you."

"However, if you don't have enough ability to absorb too much, you will go crazy. A quarter of an hour is barely enough for your soul strength. Children should take it easy." Ling Sangzhu said, and his hands had already begun to rub the hair of Ye Huaijiu. At first, Ye Huaijiu was just as watery as it was splashing a few times, but as the water temperature rose and Ling Sangzhu's technique became more proficient, Ye Huaijiu also gradually closed his eyes.

Hearing Ye Huaijiu's snoring, Ling Sangzhu helplessly rubbed Ye Huaijiu's stomach a few times, seeing that the other party had no intention of opening his eyes at all, and even turned his belly out for him to rub, Ling Sangzhu still couldn't resist in the end The temptation of fluffy, stroking the cat while taking a bath.

After everything was cleaned up, the sky had already darkened, and Ye Huaijiu was also sober. He stood at the railing and looked at the bottom of Zichen Hall, surrounded by clouds and mist, alone in the outside world.

Observing the Zichen Palace at the foot of the mountain, I always feel that it is surrounded by mountains, but when I go up the mountain, I find that it is surrounded by mountains, and only Zichen is left alone.

"Your place, the scenery is really good." Ye Huaijiu rarely wanted to sigh, but unfortunately he couldn't come up with a good word after searching his brain, so he almost spit out "Damn it, awesome".

Ling Sangzhu stood behind Ye Huaijiu, "I haven't enjoyed the scenery here for a long time, if you like, you can go around more, but don't go up the mountain without me, it's very dangerous here."

Ling Sangzhu has already reminded her twice, Ye Huaijiu naturally remembers it very clearly, the novels she read before all said very clearly, listen to people's advice to eat enough, don't listen to the advice to find death, the rest of life is very long, Ye Huaijiu is not at all Don't want to die in this strange place.

Seeing that Ye Huaijiu finally calmed down, Ling Sangzhu drew out his sword, "Since you have calmed down, let's start practicing sword."

Ye Huaijiu: Meow meow? ? ?

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The author has something to say:

Ye Huaijiu: I'm not a human, but you are a real dog. Have you ever seen a cat learn sword?

Ling Sangzhu took out a ball of wool: Sorry for the wrong one, this is yours.