Huamei Fox

There are three wonders in this heaven, one wonder is Jinxiu Sea, where there are countless fairy flowers, and the scenery of four seasons gathers in one sea; , but it is Ling Xiuzi's Immortal Mansion.

No one knew what would happen if Mao Maoran stepped in. It is said that several fairies were frightened mad, and were thrown out with snot and tears, unable to speak.

Yun Xiaozi repeatedly told Qing Yuan, worried.The fox nodded like a chicken pecking rice, expressing that he would be obedient, and took the initiative to hold Yun Xiaozi's hand tightly.

Even though the greeting card was delivered in advance, Yun Xiaozi and Qing Yuan were left hanging at the door for half an hour.

The closed vermilion gate suddenly opened, and no fairy boy came out to lead the way. The stone pavement inside was clean and spotless, but carved with complicated and weird patterns. The trees beside the road were full of pure white flowers, and the trunks were as black as ink. Looking at it at a glance, I can't see the end.

The unusual sight frightened the fox, and he pricked up his ears, trembling and refusing to enter the door, lying on the ground sobbing and crying.

"Qing Yuan, what did I say?"

The fox raised his red eyes from crying, and said pitifully, "Xianjun, I'm afraid..."

"Hold my hand, close your eyes and don't look at it." Yun Xiaozi wiped away the tears from the corners of the fox's eyes, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Qing Yuan hesitated for a moment, then slowly got up, brushed the dust off his clothes, took Yun Xiaozi by his hand, closed his eyes, his wet eyelashes trembled, showing a bit of grievance.

Yun Xiaozi took Qing Yuan onto the weird stone-brick road, walking forward step by step.The white-flowered black tree swayed without wind, rattling as if people were laughing, the laughter became louder and harsher, Qing Yuan's legs gave way, and he passed out immediately.

Yun Xiaozi took the fox into his arms, kept on stepping, and walked to No.80 one step, the piercing laughter surrounding his ears suddenly fell silent, and the eyes suddenly opened up, it was in front of a study room.

The door was half open, and Lingxiuzi was leaning against the doorway, sitting in a pile of pages and muttering, with a pen in his hand dancing and splashing ink, writing quickly on a roll of white paper of unknown length.

Yun Xiaozi sneered coldly: "What a big battle."

"Sorry, sorry, did you scare the people you brought?" Lingxiuzi didn't even raise his head, without apology.

"Is this how Immortal Wu Sui treats guests?"

"Guest?" This time Ling Xiuzi was finally willing to take a look, "When will a little fox demon be worthy of being called a guest here?"

"I brought him."

"So Immortal Heyi threatened Tianjun in the main hall?" Ling Xiuzi continued to swipe his pen, and at the same time freed up his hand to tap on the book. In an instant, more than a dozen books began to flip quickly, and the handwriting actually floated off the page. Come out and fly staggered in the air.

Yun Xiaozi finally understood where Lingxiuzi's inexplicable anger came from, and said: "Since Tianjun no longer pursues the matter, you come to ask, isn't it presumptuous?"

Lingxiuzi paused, and said: "It's really not what you, Yunxiaozi, should do to make Tianjun sad because of a monster."

"So, Wu Sui Xianjun is not willing to cure?"

"I didn't say that either." Lingxiuzi put away his pen, clapped his hands, and the half-empty handwriting returned to the pages, neatly stacked, "Don't hold it like a baby, put it down."

The fox was gently placed on the ground, and fell asleep, with loose hair covering half of his face, ears hanging down listlessly, and tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes.

"A fox demon who is almost ten thousand years old? So big?" Lingxiuzi only took one look, and he figured it out, "This curse is very powerful. It not only seals him back to his childhood appearance, but also his intelligence. lowered back."

Yun Xiaozi frowned, and said: "I always thought that he became stupid because his soul was injured."

"Soul?" Lingxiu was stunned, stretched out his hand to brush the hair covering Qing Yuan's face, and looked carefully for a while, "It doesn't affect much, at most he forgot something. You help him up, and I will try this curse."

Yun Xiaozi picked up the fox as he said, and let him lean in his arms.Lingxiuzi's hands were slightly glowing, and he flicked Qingyuan's Baihui acupoint, then drew a few seemingly casual strokes on his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Now!"

In an instant, dense black charms drilled out of Qing Yuan's skin, struggling and twisting desperately, trying to hide back.Lingxiuzi took out his pen, scribbled in the air, quickly drew a series of handwriting and fought with those black symbols, tearing and devouring each other, which was so intense that it was dizzying.

The unconscious fox suddenly opened his eyes, covered his head and screamed heart-piercingly, rolled on the ground like crazy, and even started to vomit blood.

Yun Xiaozi was shocked and shouted: "Stop!"

Lingxiuzi stopped writing suddenly, and the black charms all went back into Qing Yuan's body, returning to calm.

"how?"

"There is no solution." Ling Xiuzi sighed, "You have also seen that this curse is extremely vicious, and it was cast directly on his soul. If you force it to be undone, I am afraid that your soul will fly away."

"No... solution?" Yun Xiaozi's eyes darkened, he picked up the fox, gently wiped the blood off his face, and slightly nodded at Lingxiuzi, "Thank you, goodbye."

"Unless there is a great opportunity, this curse can only be undone."

Yun Xiaozi paused and said, "What kind of opportunity? Where can I find it?"

Lingxiuzi shook his head with a smile on his face, "I only know that the word "li" is due to the chance, and you can't force it."

"Li?" Yun Xiaozi read it a few times, feeling inexplicably terrified, hugged Qing Yuan tighter, and turned around, "Thank you for telling me."

Lingxiuzi watched Yunxiaozi leave, his smile gradually faded, his expression was cold, he took a piece of white paper and wrote a few strokes, folded it into a butterfly, threw it away, and the butterfly flapped its wings and flew away.