The heavens start from Maoshan

He still thought that Bailu was a man.

Actually not.

He should have called Bai Lu Junior Sister, she was just an adult and hadn't developed yet, plus she was wearing armor for a long time, she looked just like Hua Mulan.

The name of Zhang Heng's younger brother and younger brother.

It's easy to say, so I don't bother to change it.

"Junior Brother Bailu has the blood of the Nine-Colored Divine Deer, and he did not reach adulthood until he was over 1000 years old. After reaching adulthood, he will have the cultivation level of a heavenly immortal."

"Hu Mengmeng is of the blood of the white tiger, and he will reach adulthood at the age of several hundred. Based on this calculation, the adult Hu Mengmeng will probably have the cultivation level of a celestial being, which is a little worse than that of the white deer junior brother."

Zhang Heng made the calculations, and quickly denied himself: "It can't be calculated like this. Compared with the blood of the nine-colored deer, there is no doubt that the blood of the white tiger is stronger. The potential of Hu Mengmeng may not be worse than that of the white deer. It should be It is the guarantee of the gods, and the gods can be expected."

"Let's go, I'll take you to see my father's spiritual jade bed."

Hu Mengmeng transformed into a little girl in black with tiger ears: "My father's bed is very comfortable to sleep on."

Zhang Heng looked around: "Are you the only one in the Tiger Temple?"

"Not at all."

"There are also Wang Miaozhu and some ghosts who are responsible for taking care of me."

"But I don't like them. They are always afraid of me, and it's annoying to watch."

Hu Mengmeng looked indifferent: "So I drove them away, and they dared to come to the temple only at night when I fell asleep."

It's normal for Zhang Heng to think about it.

As the saying goes, it is a tiger's minion.

Hu Mengmeng has the blood of a white tiger, and those ghosts trembled when they saw her.

Wang Miaozhu is an ordinary person.

In name, he presided over the sacrificial ceremony of the Tiger Temple.

In fact, Hushan God is not around at all on weekdays, and there is no need for him to do anything.

Accompany the king and accompany the tiger.

It has always been a terrible thing.

It was too late for him to hide from Hu Mengmeng, so how could he get close to her.

Zhang Heng is not afraid.

It is because he has the confidence not to be afraid.

normal people.

Hearing the legend of monsters eating people, how could she not be afraid of her, the descendant of the Tiger Mountain God.

In this era, there is no Fu Ruikong who likes animal ears.

Chapter 419: The little tiger who is afraid of praying mantises

evening.

It's no longer raining outside.

Zhang Heng woke up from his meditation and looked back at Hu Mengmeng.

He found that he was lying beside him, turned into a little white tiger, and fell asleep at the side.

"This spiritual jade bed is really not bad, it should belong to the list of high-grade fairy artifacts."

"Sit on it and practice, and get twice the result with half the effort. It is also of great benefit to me."

Zhang Heng thought so.

He glanced at Humengmeng again.

The little guy was on all fours, sleeping very happily. Because he was still young, the pads on his feet were all pink and tender, and he looked cute and dazed.

Zhang Heng had never raised a cat before.

But it seems that Humengmeng is almost like a big white cat.

It looks good in the hand and feels comfortable to the touch.

"Ow..."

Reach out and touch two.

Zhang Heng couldn't help laughing, feeling a little better.

But he is happy.

Hu Mengmeng, whose sleep was disturbed, was very unhappy. He kicked his feet sleepily, glanced at him, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"You don't practice anymore?"

Hu Mengmeng lowered her head.

He rubbed his head against himself, as if washing his face: "When is it?"

"You time, when the sun goes down, when the hens return to their nests."

While talking, Zhang Heng nodded Humengmeng's ears.

"Don't make trouble."

Hu Mengmeng shook her head, turned into a little girl and sat aside, half confused, half sleepy and asked: "Are you going back?"

"Yes."

"That's why I woke you up and said goodbye to you."

As Zhang Heng said, he did not forget to remind him: "Remember to keep the things I can cultivate a secret for me, and don't tell anyone else."

"Don't worry, we are good friends."

Humengmeng agreed wholeheartedly.

Then he thought of something, trotted all the way out the door, and quickly came back with two pheasants: "Then, here it is for you, you must remember to come and see me tomorrow."

"Don't worry, the Lingyu bed is very good for my practice."

Zhang Heng responded and walked out with the pheasant on his back.

Go to the main hall.

He stopped in his tracks again, glanced at the tiger statue, then at Mengmeng Hu behind him, and opened his mouth hesitantly.

"Don't worry, if my father asks me, I won't say anything."

Hu Mengmeng thought that Zhang Heng was afraid that she would inform her father, so he quickly promised.

But don't know.

Zhang Heng didn't think about this, but that the fairy light on the statue was dim, and he was almost lifeless.

usually.

No matter how far away they are, the gods can use the statues to send their spirits or convey messages.

The statue is dim, and there are generally only two situations, the god is sealed, or is severely injured.

"How long has it been since your father contacted you?"

Zhang Heng asked tentatively.

"Bar."

Hu Mengmeng hasn't noticed something is wrong yet: "Father leads the army abroad, and often only contacts me once in ten days and a half months, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Zhang Heng didn't say much.

The Tiger Mountain God went to Beihai to lead the army to conquer the Star Sect, so it was normal for him to be injured a little bit.

It's not dead, the idol collapsed.

What are you panicking about?

There is no need to say it to scare the child.

"I go first."

"If you are in danger, if you call out every day, you should call out my name, and I will respond."

Zhang Heng carried the pheasant on his back and did not forget to warn.

"Call you?"

Hu Mengmeng had a look of disbelief: "I have hundreds of ghosts guarding me. If I call Tian Tian, ​​I should call you. Wouldn't that mean I will die together?"

Zhang Heng nodded her ears, and said with a smile: "I am a guest in the sky, and I am a mortal. If I have no means of self-protection, then I am still a hammer."

talking.

Zhang Heng thought about it again: "In this world, Li Huang is the only one who can give me a high-level look, and everyone else is almost meaningless."

Humengmeng didn't believe it: "Where's my father?"

"Your father!"

Zhang Heng smiled and shook his head.

Although he didn't know whether the Tiger Mountain God was a real immortal or an earth immortal, he couldn't be any higher.

Such practice.

To be honest, Earth Immortal Realm caught a lot of them.

If the Tiger Mountain God flies up.

Either pulling stones in a mine, or pulling carts in a certain firm.

Can't think of what else he can do.

"A little bit..."

Humengmeng made a grimace: "Bragging..."

Fine.

Zhang Heng left dumbfounded.

"Fourth brother, there are two chickens again."

All the way home.

Before entering the village, Zhang Heng saw his second brother who came to pick him up.

"Second brother, why are you here?"

For this second brother in name.

Zhang Heng's attitude was average.

Because from the bottom of his heart, he doesn't like this kind of idle and lazy people.

"Your third sister is worried about you."

"Everyone is poor these days, and you are young. If anyone sees you and thinks badly, your third sister will cry to death."

talking.

Brother Zhang is going to get the pheasant that Zhang Heng is carrying.

Zhang Heng didn't give it to him: "These two pheasants can't be eaten. The pheasants are rare and rarer than ordinary domestic hens. These two are alive, but they just passed out. Keep them and bring them to the town to sell tomorrow morning." , should be able to sell for some price."

"Looking back, I'll buy a few more chicks and raise them up. The chickens will lay eggs, and the eggs will lay eggs. I won't have to worry about running out of eggs in the future."

"Eggs!"

Brother Zhang swallowed wildly: "That's a good thing."

Done.

And he said unwillingly: "I think it's enough to sell one. I haven't eaten pheasant yet, and I don't know what it's like."