The partner of the monster catcher is the fox monster

It was mid-winter when he saw Yin Huai again.

In the winter, he lost his vitality and replenished it very slowly. After Song Yun came back, he drank the decoction for a few days, and then stayed in the house all day to adjust his breath and recuperate.

It snowed for a few days outside, and after the snow stopped, the weather became colder and colder. Song Yun was bored, reading idle books around the fire in the house, when suddenly the door was knocked three times, and then it was pushed open from the outside.

The first thing Song Yun felt was the cold wind coming in from outside the door, and then he saw the person standing by the door.

"There is a Fahui passing by Guibao Land, so I will spare some time to see you." Yin Huai stood at the door and said politely.

It is impossible for a big monster like him to be afraid of the cold, but he is dressed in a very proper way. The dark brown animal skin cloak is very eye-catching against the ice and snow behind him. The animal fur floats in the cold wind, and the luster it brings out is like a brocade. It made Yin Huai's face even more suave and suave, a bit of a fairy-tale demeanor.

A fox probably has such a luxurious cloak, Song Yun thought to himself.

But now his hairs stand on end, and he is not in the mood to appreciate the picture of a snow fairy in front of him.

So before the people outside continued to chatter, Song Yun waved at him and said concisely: "Come in, close the door."

Yin Huai was a little puzzled, but he still raised his eyes and did as he was told. After closing the door and entering, he untied his cloak very casually, turned around and sat opposite him: "Why? I'm not interested in such a good weather..."

Before he finished speaking, Yin Huai frowned: "Why are you acting like this?"

Song Yun: "..."

"Hand." Yin Huai pointed to the table as he said.

In order to reduce unnecessary explanations, Song Yun simply stretched out his injured hand.

Yin Huai's original intention was to set up a pulse gate for him, but as soon as he pulled up the sleeve, he saw a piece of thin wrist that was exposed, right at the position of the spiritual vein, and there was a piece that was obviously very fresh scars.

The wound was neat and clean, but it looked like a deep wound.

Song Yun turned his hand over at the right time, showed the pierced scar on the back of his wrist, and then retracted his hand.

"So it happened that you were injured so neatly," Yin Huai raised his eyes following his movements, "Is there any unique secret method of retreat?"

Song Yun explained lightly: "There is a demon poisoning at the foot of the mountain, and I used it for them."

Except for a little lethargy between the brows and eyes, when Song Yun said this lightly, his face was so calm that there was no wave of expression, as if this happened to a distant stranger, as if the feeling of cramp Didn't feel the same at all.

Yin Huai stared at him for a while, the monk's golden blood was almost the same thing as the demon's golden core, this kind of method of combining wealth and life is definitely not what should be used to treat diseases and save lives on weekdays.There must be some other things in the middle, but Song Yun doesn't want to talk about it.

After a while, he spoke again and asked, "Where's the thing I gave you last time?"

"Still here..." The words were out of the mouth, Song Yun suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly explained: "I was in a hurry last time, I forgot to bring the medicine, and it's inconvenient to come back to get it..."

Yin Huai waved his hand and smiled: "I just want to borrow it and use it, and it's just right for you."

Song Yun cleared his throat in embarrassment, and pointed to the bookshelf by the wall: "It's right next to you, on the third floor, and it hasn't been moved yet."

Yin Huai got up to get it, took it in his hand and turned to him and asked, "Why don't you use it like this?"

"I'm not like this," Song Yun smiled, "It was agreed that it would be used to treat illnesses and save lives."

After Yin Huai heard what he said, Bi Yuanzhi twirled casually in his hand, raised his eyes and smiled casually at him: "Then I'll use it to save someone first."

Song Yun could probably guess what he was going to use this for, but before he could figure out what to say, the whole Biyuan branch in Yin Huai's hand was burned to ashes by the rising fox fire in the blink of an eye.

Song Yun: "..."

Yin Huai sat back across from him, glanced at Song Yun's hand subconsciously covering the cup, then put all the ashes in his palm into the water cup in front of him, and pushed in front of him: "Drink it."

Song Yun: "..."

But he felt that he could still struggle a bit, so he tried to beat around the bush and find excuses to evade: "...Don't you think this is a bit of a waste? I can adjust my breath for a few more days and my body will almost recover..."

Yin Huai shook his head sincerely: "I don't think so."

"..."

There was an embarrassing silence in the room for a while, and finally Song Yun picked up the water glass in front of him and poured it down.

As he looks like now, it would definitely be even more unattractive to be controlled by puppetry.

Yin Huai was very satisfied, he got up and went to the side to get the cloak as if he was about to go out.

Song Yun looked at his figure and hesitated for a moment, finally turned his gaze away, and said a little bluntly, "Cough, thank you."

Yin Huai turned around and gave him a meaningful look. There was some irony in the half-smile eyes, which made Song Yun feel a little unnatural. Then, in order to look more natural, he added a half-joking sentence: "...This time I owe you a favor."

Originally, according to the usual practice, Yin Huai should say a few polite words and then go out, but it turned out that this big monster did not follow the common sense.

"You used your things yourself, what kind of favor do you owe me?" Yin Huai asked him back.

"..." Song Yun regretted why he had to catch up with that nonsense just now.

Then he saw Yin Huai coming up with a sly look on his face, the cloak in his hand shook, and he was completely wrapped in it.

"??!" Song Yun didn't understand what this meant, so Yin Huai reached out and patted him on the shoulder, with a look of pain and helplessness: "But if you really want me to owe you a favor, I can't refuse it." .”

After finishing speaking, he turned around gracefully and walked towards the door.

Song Yun was angry for a while, and finally raised his voice very rarely before Yin Huai pushed the door: "Clothes!"

Yin Huai pushed the door and did not return: "I forgot, come back in a few days to get it."

"..." Song Yun felt that the quarter of an hour when Yin Huai appeared was more troublesome than asking him to pour another cup of golden blood.

After all, Bi Yuanzhi bears the title of fairy grass, and the effect is naturally outstanding. After Song Yun drank it, he fell into a drowsy sleep for two days, and when he opened his eyes, he could clearly feel that the spirit pulse had become "solid".

He tried to move, and as expected, the feeling of sluggishness and fatigue in his body was relieved a lot, and he became more energetic. It was the first time in so many days that he wanted to get up so positively.

After Song Yun got up, he tidied up the room briefly, and then put away the thicker quilt. Now his internal strength is much calmer, and he is no longer afraid of the cold at night like a few days ago.

The big cloak that Yin Huai threw at him inexplicably a few days ago was also stored in the cabinet by him. When he saw it today, Song Yun didn't know why. He looked at it and suddenly stretched out his hand to lightly touch the brocade-like fur. .

When I first put my hand on it, it feels very solid to the touch, and the feeling under my hand is indeed slippery and cool like satin, but there is a layer of soft and delicate fluff under the solid animal hair, and soon there is a warm temperature from the palm of my hand. It came up, as if it was really an animal, so he couldn't help touching it twice.

Then Song Yun realized what he was doing, cleared his throat in embarrassment, and quickly closed the cabinet door.

I don't know if it's because he just recovered from a serious illness or for some other reason. Song Yun was a little distracted all morning. When he was sitting at the table, he always remembered that Yin Huai's cup was used that day. In the morning, I was stunned and didn't read a single page of the book.

Song Yun finally decided not to make things difficult for him, put down the book and went out to get some air.

The snow that fell a few days ago was not light, and the half-foot-thick snow in the yard has not melted much until now.He didn't have many people coming over the past few years, and the person who came last time was not an ordinary person, so in the yard there were only half of Yin Huai's footprints in front of the door, and the rest was a vast expanse of white land, which was so clean.

After the snow fell, the air was clear, and the wind blowing from the forest was not very gentle, with an indescribably sweet smell.Song Yun couldn't help but took a deep breath, with a clear feeling all the way from the heart to the spiritual platform, as if he was a different person in an instant.

Feeling relaxed and happy in front of the door, Song Yun suddenly felt something strange in mid-air, and then saw a familiar figure descending from the clouds and landing in front of him.

"It seems to be much better." Yin Huai said as he walked forward, and when he passed by Song Yun, he took out something from his sleeve and stuffed it for him: "It just so happened, I brought you another one."

After finishing speaking, she passed him sideways very naturally, pushed the door open and stepped into the room.

"..." Song Yun stood outside the door in a daze, feeling for a moment that he was the guest by contrast.

He lowered his head and glanced at the thing that the man stuffed him just now, a piece of dry branch, the middle section was crystal clear in the sun, like a fine emerald...

Song Yun hurriedly followed into the room: "Why... did you bring another Biyuan branch?"

Yin Huai had already sat at the table and poured tea for himself. Hearing the voice, he turned his face to look at him, and then explained calmly, "Simply speaking, I will make an apology to you."

Song Yun: "???" In addition to being confused, he was also a little curious why the name of this big monster was different every time it appeared.

Yin Huai looked at the seat opposite and motioned for him to sit down and talk in detail.

Song Yun had no choice but to sit down.

Originally, he thought that what Yin Huai was going to say was nothing more than some twists and turns for fun, but as soon as he sat down, Yin Huai directly cut into the topic, and the expression was very simple and clear: "The demon poison at the bottom of the mountain was brought by me. here."

"...???" Song Yun was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.

Yin Huai didn't take it seriously, looked up at him, and asked, "Do you know Fushan?"

Song Yun nodded.

Three thousand six hundred miles to the south, there is a floating mountain on the sea, which does not belong to any of the three realms. There is no one on the mountain, only immortal grasses and rare flowers, which can be picked at will. It is illusory, and very few people have actually been there.

"I don't know when a Gu worm went up on the floating mountain. It became a demon by relying on the fairy grass on the mountain to produce golden pills. Now it occupies the mountain as the king and looks at all the flowers and plants."

"Not long ago, there was a Fa conference in the south. I passed by on the way, and I went down and picked up a piece of Biyuan branch. I didn't expect that guy to have an enmity with me, and he chased me to pay him back." When Yin Huai said this The disdain in the tone was clearly heard.

After he finished speaking, he paused, looked up at Song Yun, and continued casually: "When you saw me on the mountain, I just fought with that thing not long ago, but he was poisoned, and he used it after he was injured. To save my life, I took advantage of my poison and hid in the surrounding shallow mountains."

"It should be that I finally came out of the mountain a few days ago. It just so happened that I brought you Biyuanzhi again. After roasting it under the light, there was a smell that spread out. That thing is very sensitive to Biyuanzhi. It’s nearby, so I used demon poison in the town to force Bi Yuanzhi out—the rest is your business.”

After hearing what he said, Song Yun understood, and was a little anxious: "So... where is that Gu worm? Is it still nearby?"

"No," Yin Huai smiled, "He was seriously injured. After waiting for two days, no one took out the Biyuan branch. He went back to Fushan to save his life."

Song Yun: "...how do you know this?"

Yin Huai: "Because I just happened to go to Fushan."

Song Yun reacted for a moment, then looked at the branch in his hand: "Then this branch..."

Yin Huai nodded, unabashedly and even a little proud: "It's fresh."

"I gave you the Biyuanzhi last time; the reason why he appeared in the town was because of fighting with me; the smell spread out and made him feel it because I roasted the Biyuanzhi under the lamp. He should You should come to me to settle accounts, because this hurts you so much, of course it is necessary to talk to him." He said with crooked eyes: "So I went there again in person."

Although he still looked like a dandy when he spoke, Song Yun felt that at a certain moment when he said this sentence with a smile, there was a sharp killing spirit that matched his big demon cultivation base. It was like a cold light on the edge of a sword, suddenly flickering.

Song Yun could probably guess that Yin Huai's so-called way of "talking" should not be very gentle.

Two Biyuan branches go down one after another, even the dead should be pulled back by one leg.Song Yun's body has almost returned to the previous level, but Yin Huai came more and more frequently. From the beginning when he sent Ganoderma lucidum and fairy grass under the banner of condolences, to drinking tea, playing chess and chatting, the two of them spent almost three or two days We are about to meet.

The more times they met, the more they became acquainted, Song Yun was indifferent and had no friends, and Yin Huai became the one who talked to him the most.

But the two seem to have some kind of tacit understanding, that is, they don't ask their names.

Based on this strange tacit understanding, a pair of code names will naturally be derived after chatting more often-Song Yun calls the big monster in front of him a fox, and the other party calls him a little Taoist priest.

This kind of life passed for a long time, and then suddenly Yin Huai didn't show up again for nearly half a month.