I'm a Serious Fox [Transmigration Book]

fourth year spring

Qianling Inner Courtyard

"Tell you guys! I saw Senior Brother Feng today!"

"I saw it too! Brother Feng is really good-looking, and he even taught me how to use swords."

"Tch, it's a pity that you didn't go to Xuanming Palace to move things today, you don't know how beautiful Senior Brother Hu is!"

"That's right, the others are great too, and they gave us a lot of sugar cakes, and asked me to bring them back for everyone to share!"

As they said that, several young disciples gathered together and shared the candies in the paper bag in a hurry.

One of them was a little strange: "Why are they all in the shape of small goldfish?"

"It's fine if it's delicious, there are so many things to do. Don't eat it for me!"

Qing Fan, who happened to be passing by, glanced at him, couldn't help laughing, and said to the man wearing a mask and wearing a black high-ranking monk's uniform: "Who doesn't know now, Hu Rijun and Fengyue Jun in Xuanming Palace are really the sun in the sky. You and Yue are both teaching and working in the Xuanming Palace, but you have never seen the two of you appearing at the same time. I said how many years have passed, and the relationship has not eased at all?"

The man in the black suit beside him smiled lightly, and a handsome profile could be vaguely seen from the side of the mask: "I want to relax, will he give me a chance. To be honest, Senior Brother Qing, it's not just that no one has seen the two of us appear at the same time. , I haven’t even seen him in private, he always acts as if he has calculated, as long as I show up, he will definitely not show up.”

Qingfan sighed: "I can't blame you for that incident at the beginning. The empty cicada is a taboo in the entire sect, and you also acted according to the rules."

He glanced at the paper crane not far behind, and then at the people beside him, "Actually, sometimes the authorities are confused. If Feng Ling stands in my position, maybe I can see clearly."

The peach blossom eyes under the mask of the fox face slowly curved into an arc: "Thank you, Senior Brother Qing."

As he said that, he took out a package of things from his arms and handed it out: "If you see Feng Ling, please help me give it to him, just say you bought it, if you say I gave it to him, he will definitely change hands and throw it away."

Qingfan opened it and saw that there were six pieces of goldfish-shaped sugar cake inside, and smiled: "All six pieces are for Feng Ling, and none for me. My carrier pigeon is too cheap to use."

Hu Yibai laughed: "Brother still likes to eat sugar cakes? I invite you to drink in Happy City some other day."

Qing Fan put away the sugar cake: "That's a deal."

At the narrow and long street, Hu Yao looked behind vigilantly as he walked, and he was about to run out in a short distance. Unexpectedly, a figure suddenly jumped down from the wall, blocking his way.

The man turned around slowly, his handsome and dusty face had lost the innocence of youth, his bones were excellent, spotless, and he wore plain white clothes with the smell of an exiled immortal.

Feng Ling raised her eyes: "Why are you running?"

Hu Yao was so tired that he was out of breath and almost knelt down on the ground. He supported the wall and shook his head: "I don't know, I really don't know, so don't embarrass me!"

It seems that this is not the first time Feng Ling has been chasing the three familiar sentences so he has been hiding everywhere.

Feng Ling saw that he was carrying a bunch of things on his waist, and took a step closer: "You are from Xuanji Tower, so it's impossible that you don't have any news about your landlord."

The tone is quite certain.

Hu Yao stared at the sky speechlessly. The suzerain had already explained that the real identity of the man in white must not be revealed. Now Feng Ling is eyeing their landlord.

He chased after him again and again, wanting to buy news about the landlord, but the landlord seemed to have noticed that he had exposed his identity, and the contact with him has gradually been cut off recently.

If it goes on like this, I am afraid that a hunting order will be issued against him soon.

It was not easy for him to be recruited by the head teacher. His bright future is just around the corner, and he doesn't want to die young!

Hu Yao couldn't make sense, and began to be emotional: "I also told you the rules of the Xuanji Tower, and those who violate it will be killed without mercy! We are also teachers from the same school, and you can't help embarrassing me if you don't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face what?"

"Kill without mercy?"

Feng Ling seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly pursed her lips and smiled. I have to say, this clear and indifferent face is usually cold and indifferent, but this smile suddenly seemed to melt away the rain, the ice and snow melted, and the Luoluo Glacier was full of flowers. The flowers and plants are colorful.

But what he said made him feel cold all over his body.

"Why are you fine when Hu Yibai knows your identity?"

Seeing Hu Yao's face gradually changing color, Feng Ling leaned against the wall together with him, if he ignored Hu Yao's trembling shoulders, it would be like two friends of similar age having a long conversation.

In the past four years, Feng Ling has been in the Xuanming Palace, and after Yun Kuo's advice, her cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds.

It is said that he broke through the Nascent Soul last year, and cultivated to the Nascent Soul Stage. Not to mention in the Yao Mountain Realm, even looking at the entire Six Realms, he is also a rare and rare genius in a hundred years.

You have to know how many cultivators, from young people who work hard to old people, may be just golden pills in their entire lives.

It can be said that if Feng Ling wanted to kill him now, he would definitely be unable to fly.

Especially Feng Ling is still a member of the Yu clan, and the Butterfly clan has a natural fear of the Yu clan.

Feng Ling hugged her shoulders: "And I also saw that he gave you three first-level spirit stones, how could he be able to command you with three spirit stones, and I can't buy you a message with three hundred spirit stones?"

As he said, he handed the storage bag to him, "Now you have only two choices, either accept this bag of Lingshi and tell me the news, or I will spread the news about you being ordered by Hu Yibai to sell Xuanjilou .”

He shook the spirit stone in his hand, and said slowly, "Which one do you choose?"

Hu Yao looked at that beautiful face, and suddenly had the illusion that he didn't know him.

Is this still the taciturn, model Feng Ling of the sect?

Why is it suddenly like being possessed by Hu Yibai?

Of course people change.

Hu Yao sighed, the matter has come to this point anyway, everything has been revealed anyway, stretching out his head and retracting his head is also a stab, he has no choice but to accept Feng Ling's spiritual stone bag.

Looking sideways at the surrounding environment, he silently took out a blue flash butterfly from his waist, and stuffed it between Feng Ling's fingers as it passed by: "Crush it immediately after reading it outside."

After speaking, he took out the Tao Xun he bought earlier from his waist, put it in his mouth and blew it, with a look of joy that he just got a good thing, and walked out of the alley without looking back. been threatened by him.

Feng Ling kept her original movements, changed hands and put Lan Shandie in her sleeve, and walked out of the alley in another direction.

Si Wuya was sitting in front of the table, just about to taste the newly acquired wine, when he was interrupted by the sound of a door being broken, he was so startled that the wine bowl almost fell to the ground.

Looking at Hu Yibai who staggered in while leaning on the door frame, his face was as pale as if he had just climbed out of an ice cave, and there was no trace of blood on his body. With his hands pressed on the table, a layer of coldness visible to the naked eye immediately formed around him. Frost.

Si Wuya hastily put down the wine bowl and supported him. He wanted to check the spiritual veins, but the spiritual power was not poured in, and the spiritual veins all over his body were frozen.

Si Wuya frowned and fed him a breath-regulating pill: "I told you before, hurry up and find time to retreat and meditate, now that your cultivation has reached the state of transforming gods, but the heart demon is stronger than your cultivation. Hurry up, it's useless for you to press with the Ice Art, and I think you will be in human form in a few days, I said that Yun Kuo is really used to you, and you let you do this nonsense!"

Hu Yibai covered his heart, and after using the Ice Art, his whole body felt cold, but this is currently the only effective method for the inner demon.

At first, this thing was just a miscellaneous qi, which was harmless, but as his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, this devilish qi actually grew stronger in places he couldn't see.

Now it has reached the point where it is almost possible to fight against him.

You see how unreasonable it is to absorb his essence, blood and spiritual energy to survive, and in turn want to occupy the magpie's nest.

Now only by using the Frost Art can it be suppressed for a period of time, but soon, it will revive. On the contrary, his spiritual veins were frostbitten and could not recover for ten days and a half months.

No wonder it is said that the inner demon is the biggest nemesis of every monk.

Judging from this posture now, it is almost as if he is going to rest with him until death.

After taking Si Wuya's breath-regulating pill, the frozen spirit veins quickly recovered. Hu Yibai covered his heart and slowly sat up straight, meeting his boss Wuya's worried eyes, and smiled: "Don't worry, Master, here is a I will definitely kill the turtle son before it takes shape. After all, I am also his father, so I still have the power of life and death."

Si Wuya was too lazy to talk to him, so he picked up the teapot and poured him half a cup: "You just recovered, don't drink too fast."

Hu Yibai said thank you, and just as he reached out to take it, he withdrew it again: "Can you take what I said to heart!"

Speaking of raising the teacup high, Barabara spoke again.

The heat in the teacup was gone.

Hu Yibai surrendered: "Go, go!"

After he drank the hot tea, he coughed dryly and said: "You and my master cooperate so well. He doesn't say a word, but you can't stop when you say a word. You two have been alone for hundreds of years. , otherwise it’s fine to take the time to become a Taoist couple, they just complement each other.”

Si Wuya scolded with a smile: "Nonsense."

He sat next to him and asked, "I said you have been busy for several years, what are you busy with, and you don't even have a few months of retreat."

I have asked many times before, but Hu Yibai prevaricates them with few words. Now that his inner demons have grown to such an extent, according to the regulations, he should have been forced to retreat a long time ago, but Yun Kuo didn't do that, presumably Hu Yibai is There are very important reasons.

Hu Yibai glanced outside the door, the thousands of origami cranes were still lying on the door frame, chattering and sitting in rows.

Mo Yundeng was not interested in the affairs of the Feng family, and he didn't shy away from it. He just said: "The matter of the Feng family being wiped out has some clues. The current clues are concentrated on one person. He is not the mastermind, but there must be a relationship between him and the mastermind." There is some kind of connection. It’s just that this person’s temperament is changeable and difficult to control. If I catch him directly, I’m afraid he will jump over the wall, so I can only send someone to follow him secretly. The current situation is like flying a kite. All the strings are in my hands, and the kite will break if I don't pay attention, so I can't let go of my attention for a moment."

The retreat time of a few months is indeed not long, but it is enough for the opponent to break free from this line and run away without a trace.

It took him so long to find the clue, there was no way it would be wasted.

"..."

Unexpectedly, Hu Yibai risked his life so much to find the murderer who killed the family for Feng Ling.

He sighed, suddenly not knowing how to speak.

There were more and more paper cranes flying in front of the door, some of the brave ones flew in and landed on Hu Yibai.

Seeing him leaning on the chair tiredly, keeping his eyes closed, rubbing his cheeks with his wings.Seven or eight small paper cranes covered Hu Yibai's shoulders, and the ones that flew over had nowhere to settle.

Si Wuya couldn't help laughing.

After all these years, Mo Yundeng should have realized that the identity of the man in white was Hu Yibai, but he didn't expose it, and kept sending these paper cranes to follow them blatantly.

Is he angry with these two children, or is he angry with himself.

In fact, he lied about one thing he told Hu Yibai before.

300 years ago Yaoshan

Si Wuya squatted on the ground and used rice wine to draw circles for the ants. Soon the ants were trapped in the circle and wandered around. He watched with great relish when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

Mo Yundeng showed him a sword manual, "Look, I wrote it in one night."

Si Wuya opened it, saw the word "Kong Chan" on the title page, and smiled slightly: "Master just demonstrated it once and you memorized it all. There is really no one else in Yaoshan Realm except you."

He returned the sword manual to him: "You also want to learn Kong Chan?"

Mo Yundeng took back the sword manual and stuffed it carefully into his arms: "I'm Yinxiu learning some sword skills. This is for Sister Lan. It's her birthday soon. This time she went down the mountain to experience and didn't see this set of swords. I'll give it to her when she comes back."

Si Wuya paused his hand pouring rice wine, and raised his head blankly: "But didn't Master say that we won't let us learn casually?"

Mo Yundeng was extremely contemptuous of his cute baby appearance: "Master saw that our cultivation base was too low, so he didn't worry about letting us learn it. Sister Lan is already a Nascent Soul, so she can definitely do it!"

Seeing how confident he was, Si Wuya smiled, and continued to pour rice wine on the ground: "If you let Master know, be careful that he beats you."

"If Master knows, I will beat you first!"

The two laughed and laughed together.

After many years, sometimes Si Wuya would regret it. If he had told Master directly at that time, would there have been a different result?

But no if.

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