Someone from another plane wants to talk about life with me

Wu Jiu's little ancestor is a bird named Yizhangxue, whose name is Literary, but the character of the bird is not literary at all.

gluttony.

No one can say what breed it is.He has a strong learning ability and can speak, but he will not really become a human until now.I used to learn Gongjiu, and pretended to be Gongjiu, and asked people to send it delicious food in the warehouse.

Dayan Palace is dedicated to serving the royal family, and there are tens of millions of years-grade magic pills in the warehouse.

As a result, the bird ate too much, fed itself too much, and suddenly had a nosebleed one day.The blood flowed like a pillar and couldn't stop, so scared that Gong Jiu begged to go to the master of the world.

After checking, Gong Jiu was so angry that he changed Yizhangxue from a snow-white bird to a bald bird.

A bird fed itself until it got a nosebleed, which immediately became the most gossipy event in Dayan Palace that month.After two days, the entire cultivation world knew about it.

This story was succinctly told by Du Xuanling to Ji Qingquan.

Ji Qingquan pursed his lips, squinted his eyes, and shook his shoulders to grind the Qingyang grass.This Gong Jiu originally had a complicated image in his mind, far inferior to Du Xuanling and Fang Hongzhong, but he didn't expect life to be quite interesting.

"What's so funny? - Wu Jiu"

Ji Qingquan trembled even more.

"..." Wu Jiu was in despair.

Originally, the entire comprehension world knew about Yizhangxue's story, but this time, the entire Wuzong plane knew about Yizhangxue's story.Wu Jiu's image...Of course it collapsed immediately.

On the other hand, Fang Hongzhong, galloping on the road of death, is not afraid of other people's force and oppression, and is willing to share more gossip with Ji Qingquan.

"There is no gossip that our Taiyi Sect doesn't know. ——Fang Hongzhong"

Ji Qingquan felt that Fang Hongzhong's courage was remarkable, so he kindly reminded him: "Isn't it good to be alive?"

"puff."

Now it was the turn of the others to laugh.

"..." Fang Hongzhong fell into deep thought.

Under the guidance of Du Xuanling.

Ji Qingquan dehydrated and ground the Qingyang grass he begged for into powder.The dehydration process requires the use of spiritual power, which is why no one in the Youyuan Plane has discovered the production method of Qingyang ointment.

Cultivators have precious spiritual power, who would be willing to use spiritual power to dehydrate ordinary grass?

The amount of spiritual power should be even, otherwise the ordinary Qingyang grass will be destroyed and disappear before it is dehydrated.Ji Qingquan tried three times before he succeeded.During the grinding process, it was used to listen to short stories for entertainment.

Add jade foam, add water to dissolve, dehydrate again, repeat three times.

Add jade paste and stir.

The third time I made Qingyang ointment, everything went well.

The green and clear paste is placed in a jade box, very beautiful.

Ji Qingquan sniffed lightly, and there was a scent of green grass, which was refreshing and pleasant.Too bad it's just an ointment.

"Leave it aside for a day, and it will be available tomorrow. ——Du Xuanling"

"Qingquan is very talented.—Dong Shuya"

"Not bad.—Ancient Sea"

Even Gu Haihai praised him, probably he was pretty good.Ji Qingquan put the lid on: "If it's easy to use, I'll make some more in two days. Can I keep it for a while?"

"Qingyang Ointment will be available within ten years.——Wu Jiu"

Yoho, it's been a long time.

"Well, a little sister asked me to ask, has the new name for that lynx been chosen? ——Dong Shuya"

Only then did Ji Qingquan remember that the lynx at home hadn't been named yet.

Mr. Song always called that lynx "little guy", but he didn't even think about picking a name.The person who live broadcasted Wu Zong's plane actually cared more about the lynx than he did.

"No, I'll ask later." Ji Qingquan put away the Qingyang ointment and left the room.

Song Lao is now drying sundries.

There is still half a month to go to the imperial capital, and there are many things to dry so that they can be taken away directly.Although this place is reserved, it will not come back in a short time.

Ji Qingquan walked to the lynx.

This lynx's transport box is really high-end, the lynx has been staying like this, all the metabolism is in this box, and there is no peculiar smell.

"Young master, if you want to take away your things, you have to put them in the storage ring." Seeing Ji Qingquan, Elder Song urged.

"Ah."

The lynx is very lazy when it is not hunting, and can remain motionless for a day.This character is very good.

"Mr. Song, have you named it yet?" Ji Qingquan asked.

Song Lao even took out the pots, pans and pans to dry: "No. There is emotion in naming it. It will leave when it recovers later. I'm afraid you won't be happy."

Ji Qingquan squatted in front of the lynx and watched it for a while.

"...For this reason, it's better not to name it.——Dong Shuya"

The lid of the transport box was open. It was used to facilitate feeding, but it is not closed now.Ji Qingquan reached in and gently scratched Lynx's chin with his fingers.

Lynx had her eyes closed, but opened her eyes to stare at Ji Qingquan.

The two looked at each other for a while.

"I think we still need to give it a name. Otherwise, when we think about it later, we won't be able to call it. There is no distinction." Ji Qingquan said.

"Then you get one." Veteran Song gave Ji Qingquan the right to name him.

The markings on this lynx are beautiful, gray and yellow.It probably belongs to the protective color of the clay model, which can be hidden in the wild without attracting the attention of the enemy.

"I think it can be called Huaban." Ji Qingquan nodded, feeling that he got a good name.

"...Can't you choose a more elegant name?—Wu Jiu"

"I think piebald is good, simple. ——Ancient Dahai"

"The name Piebal has too many repetitions, and it's not cute. ——Dong Shuya"

"It's a bit casual.——Du Xuanling"

"Spotted flowers are better than piebald ones. ——Fang Hongzhong"

Lynx closed her eyes directly, and didn't even want to pay attention to Ji Qingquan.

Elder Song's reaction when he heard the name was: "That's fine, as soon as you hear this name, you know it's easy to support."

Everyone in Wu Zong's plane: "Pfft."

Ji Qingquan: "..."

It seems that piebald is on the same level as Gouzi Erhuang in the eyes of everyone.

Ji Qingquan said softly: "Come and get a name."

"Golden Silk Nan.——Wu Jiu"

As soon as the name came out, several others threw in the towel.The fur color of this lynx is similar to that of golden nan ebony.This name also sounds elegant, just like Yizhangxue.

"Sure enough, Wu Jiu likes animals very much. ——Fang Hongzhong"

"After all, I can raise a little ancestor. —— Gu Haihai"

Ji Qingquan felt that if this continues, Wu Jiu might not only want to kill Fang Hongzhong, but also Gu Dahai.

"Mr. Song, why not call him Jinsinan?" Ji Qingquan asked Mr. Song.

"Jin Sinan? What a good name. Is the nickname Piebald? Or Nannian? Oh, by the way, is it male or female?" Song Laohou belatedly thought of this name.

The store didn't seem to tell them whether it was a male or a female.

Fortunately, neither of these two names has a clear gender distinction.

"...No, Mr. Song, didn't you change the medicine for it earlier?" Ji Qingquan thought of this question.

"I didn't dare to turn it over to change the dressing. I just used magic to let the bandage be tied on by myself." Song Lao followed, "Why don't you ask it."

Ji Qingquan looked at the lynx.

Lynx looked at Ji Qingquan and hesitated for a moment: "Aw, ow——"

Ji Qingquan: "..."

Forget it, forget it, this may not matter.

Let's apply Qingyang ointment to it tomorrow...

"Now that the plaster is ready, let's start arranging some basic teaching content that may be used today. ——Du Xuanling"

"Inner strength and mental methods can wait until the college arranges. ——Dong Shuya"

"External skills need to be practiced every day, and you can start today. - Gu Dahai"

"Let me talk about this month's mission first. ——Wu Jiu"

Ji Qingquan slipped back to the study and stopped: "Wait, let's start tomorrow. Life is so long, it's good to take it slowly."

"Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. - Fang Hongzhong"

Ji Qingquan thought about it: "Since there are so many, why not... procrastinate?"

Everyone in Wuzong: "..."

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Liu Jun, who was running with his arms in his arms, threw a landmine