From the Red Mansion to Riding a Dragon to the Great Desolation

Under the Shrouding Formation, the outside world does not know whether it is the death of the tree demon and the stone demon, or the thunder from the sky.

People and ghosts who experienced this incident lost relevant memories, but there were suddenly many demons and ghosts in the underworld, and the ghosts (zhan) transformed after the ghosts died, news of Lanruo Temple's change of owner still spread in the underworld.The stone demon was originally the ghost king of the underworld, but Yan Wang had no intention of avenging him, nor did he pursue the real culprit. Instead, he ordered his subordinates to avoid Jinhua in Yangjian.

Although the ghosts in Yangjian lost the memory of that night, they had a fear of "don't take the initiative to hurt people, and you must be punished by heaven" out of thin air, and instead they hid when they saw people.

Yan Chixia was carrying a bag, and the red fox couldn't answer the questions, so he could only huddle in the bag and show him the way.

After turning over two hills, the sound of logging came from ahead, and the fox buried his head in his pocket, trembling.

It is already night, and the moon is on the branches, and those who will chop firewood at night are either ghosts or masters!

Yan Chixia raised her head to look at the sky, she was brave enough to abandon the fox, and followed the sound.

The fox got out of the grass bag, shook its oily red skin, and ran into the bushes. After a while, it got out of the bushes with its small head again. After hesitating for a while, it still followed Yan Chixia far away. .

Yan Chixia jumped onto a boulder and saw a woodcutter collecting firewood not far away, so she couldn't help holding down the sword box at her waist.

It was a female ghost.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, good-looking, with evil spirits on his body, but he can't be called an evil spirit. He is dressed in white and barefoot, holding a machete/knife, chopping firewood.

The movement of the female ghost chopping wood is very rhythmic, like a kind of practice, each knife can shake a faint aura, one knife after another, forming a halo of aura around her body, it is obviously a ghost, and she looks like a fairy under the moon.

"and many more."

A voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Yan Chixia was startled, and all the flying swords in the box rushed into her hands.

A young man with a whisk came out from under the boulder, and he didn't know when he came, or he was there all the time. The young man pointed to the small tree that the ghost was about to cut down and said, "Keep this one for now."

Following the place pointed by the young man, I saw a bird's nest. There were three bird eggs in the nest. The residual temperature was still there, and the eggs were full of vitality.

The female ghost blessed her body and saluted: "Thank God for your guidance, Xiaoqian understands."

"You continue." Chen Xi waved his hand at Nie Xiaoqian, tapped his fingers three times on the top of the bird's nest, the sword intent that had been lingering nearby dissipated, and a bird fluttered over, fell back into the nest, and continued to hatch its eggs.

Yan Chixia jumped off the boulder, cupped her hands and said to Chen Xi: "Yan Chixia from Kunlun, I have met senior."

Chen Xi's eyes stopped on the top of Yan Chixia's head for half a second, his heart lighted like a sword light, as expected, he lived up to his reputation, with a smile on his face, he gave people unceremonious orders.

"There are so many miscellaneous trees in this mountain, Miss Nie doesn't know when she will cut them down. Your sword is sharp, go and help her."

Yan Chixia looked down at the small sword in her hand, which was only two inches long and wide.

"Why don't you move?" Chen Xi interjected: "The flying sword can cut down demons, but can't it cut down trees? Can't cut down grass?"

Yan Chixia shook her head, "Cultivators pay attention to the equality of all beings. Seniors are merciful, and they can still sympathize with birds, but what's wrong with the grass and trees in the mountains?"

"I'm not a saint. I don't have the state of mind that all beings are equal. I can only see what is in front of me."

Chen Xi waved his hand casually, the movement was not fast, and a sword light shot out from his fingertips, and a nearby big tree that required two people to hug it fell down.

"Birds occupy a small area and don't interfere with my business. They are close in front of my eyes, so I keep them when I see them. This big tree occupies half an acre of land. Although it is also a life, it is in my way, so naturally I can't keep it."

Yan Chixia untied the bookcase, came to the stump with the flying sword in her hand, pressed the smooth cut surface, and felt that the sword intent penetrating her fingertips was not cold, but gentle like a spring breeze.

Never seen such a sword.

Yan Chixia recalled the sword technique she saw just now, and seemed to realize something, and the flying sword in her palm disappeared towards a miscellaneous tree as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

"Shh."

The dust whisk hit Yan Chixia's wrist.

Chen Xi scolded: "Sword energy is strong, you can have amazing dreams ten miles away, are you killing people or chopping trees?"

Yan Chixia couldn't speak, it was so painful, the pain went straight from the wrist veins to the dantian, then spread to the limbs, and finally rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness, trembling with pain, sweating like rain.

Feijian lost control and fell into the grass.

"Shh."

Another blow of the whisk directly hit Yan Chixia's back.

"As a sword cultivator, flying sword is more important than life, but it has to be compared to hands and feet... Your hand fell off."

Yan Chixia was whipped to the ground, got up and sat cross-legged on the wooden stake, using her spiritual power, the whole body was steaming quickly, but the breath became more and more restrained.

Chen Xi nodded secretly, put the fly whisk on his arm, and continued to pick up stones.

There are many stones in this mountain, but many of them contain yin energy, and it is not good to have too much contact with humans. During the day, Lin Daiyu wanted to bring people to open up spiritual fields, and Chen Xi came here in advance to take away the yin energy stones, stuff them in a space bag, and take them back. Make crystals for the ink swirls.

Yan Chixia finished her work, opened her eyes, and felt as if she had been reborn, her spiritual power was condensed and pure, without any impurities, and even her five senses became clearer. She stretched out her hand, and the flying sword in the grass jumped up and returned to her palm , fingertips brushed against the blade, and the flying sword trembled slightly in response.

"When you wake up, cut down the tree." Chen Xi checked the surrounding stones, put the boulder Yan Chixia stepped on into the space bag, and moved to another place.

Yan Chixia jumped up, bowed deeply to Chen Xi's back, and said loudly: "Thank you for your kindness, senior."

"Xiaoqian, watch carefully, don't let him be lazy." The voice floated from afar.

Nie Xiaoqian raised her voice in response.

Yan Chixia came to Nie Xiaoqian with a flying sword in her hand, and asked while chopping, "Miss Nie, who is the god?"

"Shenjun Xichen." Nie Xiaoqian frowned, changed direction and continued to chop, the sword aura emanating from the flying sword made her uncomfortable.

"Shenjun Xichen, I haven't heard that there is such a god name in the heavenly court. Could it be that Xichen...is the Qing Emperor of the East?" Yan Chixia muttered to herself, followed Nie Xiaoqian to change places, and asked: "There are rumors in the underworld that the thousand-year-old tree demon and The Ghost King's soul was scattered, were they beheaded by the Divine Lord?"

"You have won the favor of the gods, and you will know in the future." Nie Xiaoqian shuddered and changed direction again.

Yan Chixia continued to chase.

Nie Xiaoqian helplessly cut firewood with the flying sword under pressure. After a long time, she gradually became numb, and felt that the killing intent of the sword was just tickling.

Chen Xi picked up the dark stones from the nearby hills, went back to the original place and took a look, and found that Yan Chixia and Nie Xiaoqian were getting along happily.

In the original novel of Liaozhai, Nie Xiaoqian is bold, careful, and shrewd. Yan Chixia knows that Nie Xiaoqian is harming people next door, but she doesn't care at all. It can be seen that he is not jealous, and his attitude towards ghosts is that you don't mess with me. It was like old friends at first sight, and I also gave him an old sword bag.

For sword cultivators, the sword bag is an extremely private item.

Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen?

There were rustlings in the forest.

Chen Xi looked down, and saw a red-haired fox came out of the bushes holding a piece of jade. Panting and sticking out its tongue, it put the stone on the ground and pushed it down towards Chen Xi. .

"Huangfu Dan paid his respects to the immortal."

Chen Xi raised his eyebrows slightly.

Very good, the special product of Liaozhai - the fox, the tail looks better than the big cat.

……

The big cat's tiger eyes were wide open, and it looked at Chen Xi pitifully. It turned into a milk cat, and circled around Chen Xi's feet. From time to time, it carefully stretched out its paws and gently pulled Chen Xi's boots, whimpering in its throat.

Chen Xi almost thought that he was a scumbag who started messing around and gave up all the time, but he just explained to the big cat that there were foxes nearby, and he would take care of them when they met in the future.

After all, Mo Xuan is a jealous vulture, a fox who can talk and turn into a human being, he has to avoid suspicion, so he can only look at it and not touch it.

"Okay, okay, I didn't bring him back, you are still the first."

Chen Xi knelt down and stroked the cat. The feel of the milk cat was much softer than that of the big cat, and it was no worse than that of a fox.

"cough."

Mo Xuan appeared behind Chen Xi mysteriously, and cast a blank glance at the big cat.

The big cat froze all over, flowing out from Chen Xi's palm like water, and crept away.

Chen Xi squatted and couldn't get up, looked up at Mo Xuan, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "This will make you sore?"

Mo Xuan didn't speak, a long tail slipped out from the hem of his clothes, and it landed on Chen Xi's hand nimbly. The hair on the tail was like a black flame, and the temperature was also high. Each strand seemed to be alive, and actively entangled Chen Xi.

It's not me stroking my hair, it's Mao stroking my hand.

Chen Xi lent his hand to Mo Xuan, and poured out the stones in the interspatial bag with the other hand.

"The stones in this world are of good quality, and it's easier to make crystals. How much worse are you? I'll ask the people from Xichen Palace to collect them together."

"Except for me and you, don't want anyone else's breath." Mo Xuan put away the stone, leaving only the piece of jade that the fox demon gave Chen Xi.

"You dragon clan has so many rules." Chen Xi used dragon beads to refine rough crystal embryos, and handed them to Mo Xuan to polish and carve.

"It's not a rule." Mo Xuan quickly carved a landscape in the crystal with his hands, and explained: "A dragon without a Taoist companion will live in a palace with mixed breaths."

The stones given to him by the disciples of Xichen Palace in the past were finally refined into crystal pillars, which were used as the eyes of the enlightenment formation.

Mo Xuan building the Crystal Palace is not just a hobby, but a custom of the Dragon Clan.

——Only dragons who have built the Crystal Palace with their own hands are eligible to join the Taoist couple.

Just like some birds, males are responsible for building nests, and dragons generally start preparing for nesting before they reach adulthood, and this process ranges from thousands to tens of thousands of years.

Mo Xuan never thought that he would have a Taoist companion. When he met Chen Xi, he was busy making up lessons. The Crystal Palace left in the two worlds of Red Mansions and Martial Arts is all for practice. The progress of the real Crystal Palace is still in the stage of collecting materials.

Chen Xi also learned about this rule after reading the "True Dragon Taoist Book" where a dragon ridiculed Mo Xuan, and started saving stones for Mo Xuan.

To be honest, Chen Xi was very worried that Mo Xuan's Crystal Palace would not be completed by the time he reached the fifth floor of "The Good Fortune Sutra" or when he was a thousand years old.

"Actually, I think..." Chen Xi wanted to say that building a small house would be enough, but seeing Mo Xuan's eyes, he changed his mind and said, "It's best to build a house together."

Mo Xuan laughed as if blooming.

The two were busy building a nest.

Lin Daiyu resolutely presided over the farming and dojo building activities. The archway of Lanruo Temple was overthrown and replaced with a taller and majestic Xichen Palace archway, and the temple was rebuilt.

Several surrounding mountains were cleared out. Nie Xiaoqian and other local ghosts were responsible for cutting down the trees at night. During the day, the second-generation disciples used the technique of whipping mountains and moving stones to dig out the grass roots, tree roots, stones, etc. from the ground. The construction team selected available trees and stones. They were used to build houses, and the disciples of Yaozhai filled the mountains to collect medicines. The last remaining stones were not wasted. They were used to build roads, and the roots of plants and trees were crushed and buried deep...

Yan Chixia chopped firewood all night, and the flying sword exhausted his spiritual power, and he was so dispirited that he looked like a really weak scholar. He followed Nie Xiaoqian with a bookcase on his back.

It was dawn and the sun hadn't risen yet, but disciple Xichen had already gone to work.

Yan Chixia couldn't help but wiped her eyes, these people were surrounded by fairy spirits, they were Daoist masters, but they didn't practice the way of Jindan Yuanying, but rather like the ancient and prehistoric way of training Qi.

Lord Xichen is such a wonderful person!

Not only did he descend to the mortal world by himself, but he also brought his subordinates from the palace with him!

Yan Chixia sighed, he thought Yujian was the ultimate in chopping firewood, so he could turn over the ground with magical powers?

Further forward, there are terraced fields that have been sorted out, and someone is planting trees and grass, using the technique of rain to stimulate the growth of vegetation.

The spirit of the fairy is coming out of the nostrils, making people want to rush into the rain and get drenched.

Nie Xiaoqian hurried back to rest before the sun rose, and Yan Chixia's sluggish spirit became lifted up, and she ran to say hello to Xichen's disciples in a familiar way, followed by a teacher and a god.

Everyone heard that he had obtained the sword skills taught by the gods last night, and they looked over his head one by one.

"What are you looking at, brother?"

Yan Chixia rubbed her head, looked up and saw the sun-shading shelf on the top of the bookcase, God Lord Xichen also looked at the top of his head last night, it is unlikely that she has never seen the bookcase.

"Look at your heart, Master likes to choose disciples by looking at your heart. When you have saved your contribution, you can pass on tree studies."

Yan Chixia thought for a while, then shook her head: "Shenjun is my teacher overnight, but I already have a teacher, so I can't worship under Shenjun."

"Xichen Palace has no sectarianism, the gate is open, as long as the aptitude and xinxing pass the test, anyone can learn the magic." Someone said to Yan Chixia: "There are many masters and apprentices in the inner sect. The gods have just entered Xichen Palace."

Not to mention how Yan Chixia communicated with her master, and how she worked with her disciples to farm and earn contributions.

The fox demon Huangfu Dan came home, danced and talked about meeting the fairy, but his family didn't believe it at first. When he showed the elixir given to him by the fairy, the fox present just smelled the fragrance of the medicine, and felt the power of the demon surged. Immediately believed, surrounded by Huangfu Dan to inquire about the process.

"Believe it now! That is the god in the sky. He likes stones. I will offer him the most beautiful red jade, and he will reward me with an elixir... You can't use a human form. The god is sympathetic to the weak, and the real body can make him more sympathetic."

Huangfu Dan shared the secret with his family without any secrets.

Since then, foxes can always be seen poking around Lingtian.

Although Xichen Palace can't help meat, it doesn't allow eating spirit beasts that are enlightened, and most of the disciples are more accustomed to bigu, so as long as the foxes don't make trouble, they won't drive them away.

The foxes confirmed that they were safe, and suddenly became bold, so when disciple Xichen was working, he would meet foxes from time to time, each with a smooth coat, holding jade stones and giving them away, waiting for someone to take out the spirit beast pill In return, the foxes appeared more diligently.

When the jade collections of the foxes were all gone, they volunteered to help dig holes and plant trees, catch insects and weeds, and drive away the birds that ate them.

Xichen Palace does not discriminate against different kinds, and the disciples who are responsible for registering contributions will count the foxes, and if they contribute enough, they will be replaced with spirit beast pills and given to them.

The foxes of the Huangfu family worship at the homemade god tablet every night. After eating the spirit beast pill, the grandpa Huangfu regained his prime and counted the spirit pills he earned today.

"The construction of Shenjun's dojo requires a lot of manpower..."

The next day, the disciples who registered for contributions found that there were more foxes. Before there were only red foxes, but now there are yellow and white ones. The big ones lead the small ones, and the old ones bring new ones. Say the rules.