Forced to raise cubs with rivals

Hearing this sentence, Hu Jiuniang thought it was something wrong with her ears.

When monks cultivate to a certain level, they can indica and not enter the reincarnation of five grains.Even if you want to eat, it's not to satisfy your hunger, but simply to satisfy your appetite.

With Xie Qiao's cultivation base, how could he feel hungry?

Not only Hu Jiuniang can't figure it out, but Xie Qiao himself is also surprised. He has been fasting for many years, has been eating wind and drinking dew, and has never felt hungry, but now he feels heartburn in his stomach, hungry, and desperately wants to eat something. Take it easy.

Xie Qiao pressed his abdomen, frowning, looking very uncomfortable.

Hu Jiuniang realized that now was not the time to worry about why she was hungry, she quickly said, "I'll go get some food right now."

Cultivator Bigu, there is no serious chef in the base area of ​​the Demon Sect, and there is nothing to eat.Fortunately, Hu Jiuniang's brain turned quickly, and she went to get a plate of snacks for entertainment and sent them over.

Xie Qiao was so hungry that he wasn't picky, so he just picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.

The pastry is soft and glutinous, and it melts between the lips and teeth, bringing a sweet and sour taste, which immediately whets the appetite, and suppresses the heartburning discomfort.

After eating a piece of pastry, Xie Qiao felt a little better, but still felt a little empty.However, there were only three pieces of pastries on the plate, and they disappeared after just one taste.

Xie Qiao licked the corners of his lips, tasted the remaining sweet and sour taste, and said, "This pastry tastes good."

Hu Jiuniang understood the elegant meaning of Wen Xianyin, and immediately said: "This is a hawthorn cake bought from a pastry shop in the city. If Your Majesty likes it, I will send some over."

As soon as Xie Qiao heard the word "hawthorn", he couldn't stop talking, as if he had already tasted the sour taste.

"Hawthorn cake?" His eyes hovered over the dessert plate, and he commented, "It doesn't have any hawthorn flavor, not sour enough."

Hu Jiuniang likes to eat some pastries and snacks on weekdays, because the hawthorn cake is too sour, so she tasted it and put it away.

Now that the pastry is not tart enough?

Hu Jiuniang was a little strange. When she went out with an empty plate, she deliberately picked up some residue and tasted it. As soon as she took it, her gums trembled with sourness.

Hu Jiuniang grinned her teeth for a while, and muttered in her heart: Isn't that sour enough?Could it be that there is a problem with the demon's sense of taste?

Hu Jiuniang was slandering, when Xie Qiao's order came from behind: "Go and prepare some food."

"Yes."

Hu Jiuniang put away her thoughts, answered, and walked out quickly with the plate.

……

Xie Qiao half-lyed on the couch, and waited until Hu Jiuniang was far away before sitting up slowly.

The candle shadow flickered.

The incense burner was lit, and wisps of cigarette smoke rose up.

Xie Qiao sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose. He was used to this fragrance, and he didn't think much of it on weekdays, but now he felt that the smell was too sweet and greasy, making it hard to breathe.

He waved his hand, and the incense burner went out with a "squeak".At the same time, the pane was pushed open, and the night wind came slowly.

Even so, Xie Qiao still felt tightness in his chest, and it didn't get better after sitting for a while.He simply turned over and went out the window, and came to the small courtyard.

The yard is empty.

The small bridge flows, and the moon shadow shakes.

Xie Qiao came to the edge of the small pond, and by the moonlight, one could see the rippling water surface, the swaying stalks, and the wagging tail of the koi under the lotus leaves, which was quite interesting.

After staring at it for a while, Xie Qiao let out a breath slowly, and finally felt relieved.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he had become extra delicate these days, he couldn't smell anything, his chest felt tight at every turn, and he felt dizzy and weak.

If he didn't understand his own situation, he would have thought he had been hit by a Gu.

Still have to find a doctor to take a look.

But now in Zhongzhou, it is somewhat inconvenient, and there is no trustworthy doctor, so I have to look for it.

Xie Qiao was thinking about something, but ignored the physical discomfort.

Over there, Hu Jiuniang quickly sent someone to deliver a table of delicious dishes, which were ordered in restaurants in the city, and all of them used expensive spiritual beasts and spiritual herbs, which can not only satisfy the appetite, but also replenish aura.

Xie Qiao was still very hungry just now, but now he lost his appetite looking at the dishes on the table. He picked and picked, and put down his chopsticks after two bites.

These dishes are too greasy, not as refreshing as the hawthorn cake just now.

Thinking of hawthorn, Xie Qiao suddenly felt a little dry, and wanted to drink something to quench his thirst.

He looked around, and sure enough, he saw a jar of wine.

Hu Jiuniang knew Xie Qiao's good wine, so she chose a jar of high-quality wine. Although it was not as good as drunk, it was not bad.

Xie Qiao became interested, poured a cup, and prepared to drink to the moon alone.Unexpectedly, before the wine touched his lips, a strong smell of wine rushed to his face, and his stomach that had just calmed down was churning again.

"vomit--"

Xie Qiao turned his face sideways, the wine glass accidentally knocked over and shattered on the ground.

When Hu Jiuniang heard the movement, she thought that a thief had sneaked into the yard, so she hurried in.Once in the yard, all he saw was Xie Qiao's pale face retching.

Her heart skipped a beat, she stretched out her hand to support Xie Qiao, and asked with concern: "But something went wrong in your lord's cultivation?"

Xie Qiao's breathing was slightly rapid, and he sat up with Hu Jiuniang's arm.The ends of his eyes were red, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It's not about cultivation."

Hu Jiuniang: "That's...?"

Xie Qiao himself was in a fog, not knowing what was going on, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Go and invite a reliable doctor."

Hu Jiuniang hesitated and said: "At this juncture, it is difficult to find a reliable doctor."

The current situation is very embarrassing, the Ten Thousand Sects Grand Meeting is about to be held, and all sects will be rivals at that time, going to ask for a doctor now, wouldn't it be showing a flaw to others?

Besides, with Xie Qiao's current cultivation base, doctors who can heal him can only be said to be rare, and it is extremely difficult to find.

Xie Qiao also knew Hu Jiuniang's difficulty. In fact, he just felt a little uncomfortable, and it was not life-threatening, so he was not in such a hurry to say it.

So he said: "Look for it first, and the rest... wait until the Wanzong Grand Meeting is over."

Hu Jiuniang bowed her head: "Yes."

After this ordeal, Xie Qiao also lost his interest in drinking, he just looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and pressed his belly, as if he was meditating on something.

……

The night was deserted.

Under the same sky, some people looked up at the moon together.

The moonlight slanted down, reflecting a chiseled face.

Shen Guxue sat in front of the window, even if there were no outsiders at this time, he still did not slacken the slightest bit, with his back straight and his expression indifferent.

In front of him, there is a white jade wine jug and two wine glasses. The wine glasses are painted with plum blossoms, which is elegant.

Drinking is a mistake, and it is easy for people to indulge, so Shen Guxue never drank alcohol in the past.

In the dream of Shiwan Dashan, it was the first time he drank alcohol, but this time made him do all kinds of ridiculous things.

Although it was in a dream, those plots were all vivid in my memory, so clear and clear, it was...unforgettable.

Shen Guxue looked down, the wine in the glass swayed, and a blurry figure was reflected in the sparkling waves.

He brought the wine glass to his lips, with a solemn expression in his actions, it didn't look like he was drinking, but he seemed to be praying.

Entrance of beer wine.

Shen Guxue made enough preparations, but she was not as embarrassed as the first time, but the strong wine was spicy, and she still couldn't taste anything delicious.

He frowned, as if being tortured, and slowly drank the wine in the glass.

The wine was not good.

Shen Guxue tasted the remaining taste of wine in his mouth, but he didn't know whether he wanted to drink or something else.

The night is long and the wind is getting colder.

Shen Guxue didn't feel sleepy, his eyes were still clear, he looked at Xingyue outside the window, and thought of something, his expression gradually softened.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was the day when the Wanzong Grand Meeting was held again.

A few days ago, the Demon Lord was nowhere to be seen, and the disciples of the Demon Sect stepped up their tails and did not dare to show off.

Now that the Mozun is back, the disciples have the backbone, so they will naturally participate in the grand meeting of the Ten Thousand Sects with great fanfare, and make a good show of themselves.

Even Hu Jiuniang thinks so, no, she specially made a new outfit, and is going to present it to the Demon Lord.

Xie Qiao never cared about these minutiae, and let Hu Jiuniang fiddle with them.

Stand in front of the mirror.

The upper body of the robe sprinkled with gold and woven flowers is embroidered with a pattern of cranes riding auspicious clouds. The whole body is covered with gold threads, and the shimmering light when walking shows full luxury.

After putting on the clothes, Hu Jiuniang fetched another belt and knelt down to tie it on for Xie Qiao.

The belt was tightly attached to the waistline, and when she was about to fasten the gold and jade buttons, Hu Jiuniang let out a strange "Huh".

Xie Qiao divided his mind and asked, "What's wrong?"

Hu Jiuniang turned her eyes and said uncertainly: "This dress doesn't fit well..."

Xie Qiao looked down, and sure enough, the belt seemed to be too short, and it couldn't be fastened no matter what.

He didn't think about anything else, and said naturally: "Perhaps the size of the clothes is wrong."

Hu Jiuniang immediately retorted: "Impossible, I personally ordered this dress, and the size of your lord can't be written wrong even with your eyes closed."

It's not that the clothes are wrong, it's that... Xie Qiao has become fatter.

Could it be that he got fat?

But this is even more impossible.

When the foundation was established, the height and body shape of the monks had already been fixed, and there would not be any changes unless they were promoted to Nascent Soul to reshape their bodies.

Even birth, old age, sickness and death can be avoided, not to mention changes in height, fat and thinness.

Xie Qiao glanced at the mirror.

The boy in the mirror did the same.

Xie Qiao was born in the countryside. He has no family, no sect, and no teacher to teach him. He has come here on the road of cultivation, and there are many taboos that he doesn't know. Most disciples will choose to build a foundation when they are young, but they can maintain it. Physique and appearance at their peak.

But Xie Qiao didn't know, so he built his foundation when he was a teenager, and kept a slender figure. Later, when he entered the Nascent Soul, he never thought about reshaping his body.

Xie Qiao had seen the body in the mirror countless times and was very familiar with it. Now that he looked carefully, he found something strange.

His waist... seems to have really gotten thicker.

This change is not obvious, just a little bit wider, if not for changing into a suit of clothes that pay attention to body-fitting today, it would not be noticeable.

Xie Qiao turned around and took a look, and found that the originally flat lower abdomen had a slight ups and downs.

Hu Jiuniang: "My lord, is this...?"

Xie Qiao yawned: "It's okay, just change the belt."

The bulge of the lower abdomen should be caused by the white jade plate hidden inside. With such a change, it should mean that he is close to being born.

Regarding the artifact white jade plate, Xie Qiao didn't intend to tell his subordinates, so he vaguely mentioned it.

Seeing this, Hu Jiuniang couldn't ask any more questions, so she took another belt that was a little looser and tied it on.

During the movement, Hu Jiuniang inadvertently touched Xie Qiao's lower abdomen, she paused, and a strange look flashed across her face.

Retching, chest tightness, acidophilia, and her waist has widened... If it wasn't for the demon king but a man's body, she would have thought the demon king was pregnant.

Thoughts flashed by.

Hu Jiuniang didn't take this ridiculous idea seriously, she straightened her waist and said, "Your Majesty, it's done."

Xie Qiao lowered his arms and looked at the mirror in front of him again.

The young man in the mirror was dressed in a luxurious red dress, burning like a ball of flames, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and his lips and cheeks were bright red.

But no one will mistakenly think that the young man is delicate and weak, because the sharp and cold knife light on his fingertips is enough to kill people.

Xie Qiao stared at it for a moment, then lifted the hair on the side of his face, revealing a dark red cloud-like scar on his forehead.This scar added a sense of evil spirit, diluting the beauty.

He turned around and said in a steady tone, "Go."

Hu Jiuniang deeply admired: "Yes, Your Majesty."

……

Mozong travels extremely ostentatiously.

Xie Qiao's car alone had already captured everyone's attention - it was the skeleton of an ancient monster.

The monster was ten feet high, and the white bones didn't look gloomy, but were made of jade, shining brightly in the sunlight, and every step made the ground tremble.

"This is a disciple of the Demon Sect, and the person sitting on it should be the Demon Lord..."

"I think it looks better than in the portrait."

"Cut, what's the use of being good-looking, wouldn't Immortal Guxue be merciful when seeing him good-looking?"

There were whispers in the crowd, everyone was talking about the upcoming grand event of Wan Zong.Of course, what attracted the most attention was the contest between Demon Venerable Xie Qiao and Immortal Guxue.

"The winner must be Immortal Guxue."

"Demon Venerable Xie Qiao is even better!"

"I think……"

"No, I think..."

……

Compared with Mozong, Mingyuezong can be said to be simple.

They didn't use eye-catching mounts, and they didn't show off. They simply walked out of their residences as usual, and then walked to the scene of the grand event.

The older disciples are used to this kind of behavior, and they don't think it's a big deal, but the young disciples who are new to the sect are indignant, clenched their fists and said: "We should also use flying swords to control the sky, and severely defeat the Demon Sect!" That's the momentum!"

In the eyes of the disciples, the Mingyue Sect and the Demon Sect are both big favorites to win the championship. There is no need to be so low-key, it should be more conspicuous.

As soon as this rhetoric came out, many disciples were eager to try it.

Seeing this, the chief disciple coughed heavily.

The other disciples came to their senses and looked back secretly. After seeing Shen Guxue appearing, they all looked like quails and dared not say a word.

Shen Guxue walked slowly, with every step falling at the right size.There are no ornaments on his body, only a jade hairpin in his hair, and a long sword in his hand, but it is equally eye-catching.

Because... he is Immortal Lord Guxue.

The disciples looked at each other, as if they understood something.

The eldest disciple smiled and said: "Could it be that if we don't make a show of ourselves, we will lose to the Demon Sect in the grand meeting?"

The disciples shook their heads.

The eldest disciple said, "In that case, let's go."

So the disciples of Mingyue Sect stood side by side, following behind Shen Guxue tacitly.

Go all the way.

Sure enough, even if they didn't use Yujian to fly to attract attention, many people noticed the team of Mingyue Sect.

Others started discussing.

"Look at the disciples of the Mingyue Sect, this is the spirit of the Zhengdao Sect."

"That's true. In such a comparison, Mozong can't stand on the stage after all."

"Our orthodox sect, there is no need to compare foreign objects..."

After hearing the words of others, the disciples suddenly realized that - as expected, Immortal Guxue had the foresight, if he really flew with the sword, he would really lose face of Ming Yuezong.

The disciples cast admiring glances one after another.

But in fact, Shen Guxue didn't think about it so much. He looked ahead with heavy eyes, but he was thinking: Wait, will I see Xie Qiao?

……

Mozong's team arrived at the scene of the Wanzong Grand Meeting first.

Hu Jiuniang reminded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, we're here!"

Xie Qiao propped his chin with one hand, and was drowsy. When he heard Hu Jiuniang's voice, he opened his eyes with difficulty: "Where are you?"

Hu Jiuniang: "...a grand meeting of thousands of sects!"

Xie Qiao yawned and woke up.

Recently, Xie Qiao's nausea and retching has improved a lot, but he has become sleepy from time to time, falling asleep for half a day.

But participating in the Wanzong Grand Meeting is a big event, so he had no choice but to hold back his drowsiness and stand up straight.

Seeing this, Hu Jiuniang took out a bag of snacks and handed them over.

Xie Qiao took a look, and his eyes lit up when he saw the hawthorn balls in the bag.Recently, his taste is a little strange, he prefers some sour things, not sour enough and he doesn't like it.

Now that he saw the hawthorn, he directly picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth, a sour taste surged up, his whole body was refreshed, and he didn't feel sleepy anymore.

Hu Jiuniang said helplessly: "My lord, please rest for a while..."

Xie Qiao stopped being polite, and found a place to sit down, stuffing hawthorns into his mouth one by one.

As time passed, the number of people around gradually increased, and many people looked sideways at him.

Xie Qiao ate seriously, and didn't care about the eyes of others. When he was almost finished eating, he slowly raised his head and met a pair of dark eyes.

Xie Qiao: "?"

Shen Guxue: "..."

When the eyes met, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Everyone in the world knows that Xie Qiao, the Demon Lord, and Immortal Guxue are at odds with each other.It's okay if they don't meet each other on weekdays, but when they meet, they have to fight to the death.

The onlookers exchanged glances: Shouldn't they be fighting now?

Xie Qiao didn't notice the weird atmosphere around him, he still had two round hawthorn stuffed in his mouth, his cheeks were bulging, and he couldn't even speak.

He only signaled with his eyes: Why are you standing here looking at me?

Shen Guxue's expression remained unchanged: ...passing by.

Xie Qiao thought, this Shen Guxue is getting more and more strange.

But Shen Guxue was thinking, why Xie Qiao is becoming more and more like a civet raised by Mingyue Sect.

Onlookers: Fight!fight!

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