One sword cuts through the nine heavens

Wang Chong used Bing Chi to transform into a great monk, just for fun.

Yue Jin begged him to treat her mother, but Wang Chong was not so patient and replied: "If your mother is nearby, I might as well save people. It would be too tiring to expect the old monk to travel across mountains and rivers to save people."

Yue Jin couldn't help shouting: "Master is so compassionate, why don't you save me even when you are dead?"

Wang Chong said with a smile: "If I save people when I see them, there will be people hundreds of miles away from this ruined temple. How can your mother be in front of others?"

Yue Jin replied without thinking: "My mother is naturally different from others."

Wang Chong touched his chin and said with a smile: "Yes! But what does it have to do with the old monk?"

He was impatient and continued to struggle with the scholar. Just now he thought the scholar had a good heart, but now he lost his patience.

After making a magic trick, the figure suddenly disappeared, and the white tiger disappeared together with it.

As soon as Wang Chong's figure disappeared, he heard the sound of thieves and bald men, and filthy words kept coming to his ears.

"This scholar..."

Wang Chong didn't deserve to argue with a mortal. He reached out and patted the white tiger spirit and shouted, "Lead the way back to your lair."

The white tiger spirit did not dare to neglect and took Wang Chong all the way to the mountains. Within half a day, they saw a cave with seven or eight little white tigers playing in front of the cave.

These seven or eight little white tigers are very cute and fluffy, just like seven or eight jade snow dumplings, rolling around on the ground.

Wang Chong picked one up with his hand. This little thing was still making a milky sound with him. After being rubbed twice by Wang Chong, it screamed pitifully, and its little ears drooped, which was a coward.

The white tiger spirit saw this great monk playing with his tiger cubs, but he didn't dare to say anything. He just muttered secretly: "Don't be murderous!"

Wang Chongzheng was thinking about what to do with these tiger cubs, and Yan Dzizhu sent out a chill: Take your pick, are there any cubs with three black spots on their foreheads?

Wang Chong smiled and said: "But there are two ends."

Playing Dzi Beads sends a chill: Accept a disciple!

Wang Chong was surprised: "Is this a monster?"

Playing Dzi beads sends a chill: the method of passing on the alchemy cauldron is it.

Wang Chong thought: "This is nothing!"

He collected the tiger cubs with one sleeve of his robe, broke into the white tiger spirit's cave, took a look, frowned, turned around and came out again.

There were many human bones in the tiger spirit's lair, and Wang Chong suddenly had murderous intentions, and secretly thought: "I originally thought that even if this tiger spirit was capable of cannibalism, I might as well keep it as a small animal. But there are so many bones in this nest, so we don’t want to keep them anymore.”

Just as Wang Chong was about to take action, Yan Dzi Zhu sent out a chill: Don't kill.

Wang Chong scolded: "Why do you keep such a man-eating monster?"

Yan Dzi Beads sent a chill: How could there be any reason to kill his mother and accept his son as his disciple?

Wang Chongzheng was about to say: "These tiger cubs, I didn't say I wanted to take disciples." Suddenly, he felt awe-inspiring and asked: "Are these tiger cubs your illegitimate children?"

Yan Dzi Beads sent out a chill: Bah! Bah bah! Bah, bah, bah, bah...

After keeping Wang Chong's forehead cold, Yan Dzizhu gave up and sent a chill: Anyway, I want you to accept these tiger cubs as your disciples, and the white tiger spirit can't kill them either.

Wang Chong said with a smile: "It's okay to keep it alive, but I'm too lazy to keep it as a small animal anymore."

The dzi bead sent a chill: it wouldn't have a good life for a few more years, and soon a Taoist priest would come to slay the demon.

Wang Chong was very surprised and asked: "How do you know?"

Yan Dzi Beads sent a chill: Isn’t this nonsense?

Wang Chong thought: "Although this broken bead is unreliable, its calculation ability is far better than mine, and it seems to know some things about the past and the future. It is not surprising that it knows the fate of this white tiger spirit. It's just that this broken bead What’s the point of suddenly asking me to take in a few tiger cubs?”

Wang Chong's trip to the world this time was just out of excitement, and he didn't have any ideas when it came to playing the Dzi Bead. Therefore, he didn't think that meeting this white tiger spirit was just a manipulation of the Dzi Bead.

Wang Chong was puzzled. Fortunately, after the dzi beads were made, there were many unexplainable things, and he didn't care very much.

He pointed at the white tiger spirit and said, "I will take away some of your cubs, raise them later, and let them come to find you."

The white tiger spirit was startled and shouted: "Living Buddha! Just leave a few for me, don't take them all away."

Wang Chong didn't answer it, and used an escape method to escape for more than ten miles. Then he took the incarnation of the ice chi and returned to his original body. He cut some branches with his flying sword and woven a big basket with his own hands. He threw the eight tiger cubs into the basket, carried them on his back, and went straight on the road without resting.

These eight tiger cubs are still sucking milk, how can they withstand hunger?

Half an hour later, one after another started to roar like milk. It was a strange thing to do in the middle of the night in the mountains and forests.

Wang Chong found a clean stone, sat down cross-legged, and said with a smile to the eight tiger cubs: "Where can I get milk for you? Let me get some wine for you to take a sip."

Wang Chong patted the yellow-skinned gourd on his waist, and a jar of fine wine flew out. This fine wine was milk wine brewed from the milk of dozens of spiritual beasts in the Lingxu gourd.

Wang Chong doesn't drink this on weekdays because he dislikes the strong fishy smell. It is something that some disciples of the Alchemy Sect with special tastes like to drink. These disciples of the Alchemy Sect are mostly demon cultivators.

Wang Chong stretched out his hand and patted the wine jar, and eight streaks of milky white liquid flew out and rubbed it on the mouths of the eight tiger cubs. The hundred tiger cubs couldn't wait to open their mouths and sucked, and the food was very sweet. .

Wang Chong had never kept a pet in his life. He had raised a few small animals, but he didn't like them very much. He just thought they were trash. Among them, the few small demon animals were killed when he was practicing magic.

These tiger cubs are as cute as snowballs. When feeding, their little mouths keep sucking, making them look even more innocent.

Especially since it was born at this time, only a few days old, and not much bigger than a fist, it made people want to touch it.

Wang Chong fed the tiger cubs for a while, and when he saw that the little beasts were well fed and sleeping comfortably in the big baskets one by one, he couldn't help but smile and said: "It's okay to raise them, but it's a little troublesome to serve them."

Wang Chong suddenly thought that he once had a maid, and now she was married to Hu Su'er in Wudang.

This little fox was also covered in white fur, and it was so fluffy that it could be brushed or narrowed. But at that time, Wang Chong really didn’t have time to play with the little fox.

"It's a pity. Now that there is a little fox waiting at her side, the job of raising these tiger cubs can be left to her."

Wang Chongzheng was thinking wildly when he heard a sound of breaking through the sky above his head. It was the escape technique of Taoists.

He raised his head and took one more look, then lowered his head. After all, the little thief demon had seen many powerful enemies, and he wasn't very interested in ordinary fighting.