Fire and theft prevention

Four people with two swords galloped through the air.

Gu Xiao stood on the head of the sword with a cold face, while Huo Taki took up most of the sword body, touching here and there curiously, as happy as a pigeon that had finally let the wind go.

He used the excuse that he couldn't master the new sword well, and successfully sat on the "precious wife" of his senior brother, not for anything else, but to see Gu Xiao's cold face.

The boy's world is simple and easy to understand: Gu Xiao is not happy, but he is happy.

... The only fly in the ointment is that Zhen Hanjian feels a bit cold when he sits up.

As for Mu Qingjia, he boarded the Underworld Butterfly Sword purely out of compulsion.

The cheap junior gave him two choices:

First, turn into a puppet and take it away in your pocket; second, take it away with the Underworld Butterfly Sword.

Aren't they all taken away!

Right now, Mu Qingjia wanted to cry without tears, listening to the cold wind blowing past her ears, surrounded by a vast sea of ​​clouds, and felt that she was alone and would be blown away by the wind in the next second.

After all, he is wooden and weighs nothing. If the wind is stronger, he can be used as a kite.

"If you don't want to fall, just beg me." The younger brother was still sarcastic.

He seemed to have completely forgotten the offense of Mu Qingjia's "salty pig hand" just now, and he was in a rare good mood, and even made a joke.

Although these jokes were based on Mu Qingjia's pain.

"Hold me so you won't fall off, senior brother." Huo Wei said lightly, emphatically emphasizing the word "senior brother", with a teasing expression on his face.

He is only willing to call him "senior brother" when he has bad intentions.

Mu Qingjia swore that even if he fell to his death, died outside, or jumped from here, he wouldn't hug this heartless person!

On the other side, Huo Long finally couldn't bear the loneliness anymore.He was originally an energetic and active boy, his body and mouth could not rest for a moment.

But now Gu Xiao didn't want to talk to him, Mu Qing Jia Ni Bodhisattva couldn't protect himself when crossing the river, and couldn't spare time to write, and Huo Long didn't care about being afraid of Huo Wei, so he started talking to him.

"Hey, fairy friend who is playing with fire over there."

Huo Wei squinted at him.

Huo Ting laughed "hehe" twice as if emboldening himself, and asked, "You said this fox fairy village, is there a cave of fox monsters hiding in it, or is it really hiding a fairy?"

"There is no conflict between immortals and demons." Huo Wei said briefly.

Huo Taki immediately realized his misunderstanding.Although there are few demon cultivators who become immortals, there is such a possibility.He pinched his lower lip and said: "Such a rare existence... Could it be that there are really immortals in this remote village?"

Huo Wei frowned slightly, and replied seriously, "Probably yes."

Mu Qingjia immediately pricked up his ears when he heard the words.

Huo Ting asked, "Probably?"

"I haven't really met her," Huo Wei seemed to be recalling, "I just heard about her."

Mu Qingjia thought so too.Indeed, how could Xian be willing to show up so easily?Although the cultivators are immortals, they are just mortals with slightly stronger power before crossing the stage of transforming into gods and ascending to immortality.

At this moment, Ming Diejian suddenly tilted its head downwards, and flew downward at an angle almost perpendicular to the ground.

Due to the sudden gravity, Mu Qingjia, who was standing on the tail of the sword, was caught off guard, and a "hungry tiger pounced on its food" fell forward.

He panicked, he hugged something randomly in his arms, and used it as a life-saving straw, tightly entangled him and did not let go.

The whole process took only three seconds, and it wasn't until he finally got his feet on the ground that he remembered whether he had grasped the wrong thing.

Suddenly, Mu Qingjia stretched out his hand and squeezed his "life-saving straw".

Strong yet flexible, slender without losing strength.

Good waist.

Mu Qingjia felt the hot fire aura under his palm, and quickly let go.He raised his head slowly, only to see the glowing red figure looking down at him.

Mu Qingjia: ...

Huo Wei let out a "heh" inexplicably, and Mu Qingjia can guarantee that he is definitely laughing at himself, and it is the kind of evil smile that Huo Wei only has!

His junior brother definitely did it on purpose!

Before Huo Wei could say any more narrow words, Huo Long jumped off the pillow cold sword and landed beside them.

"Is this the cave where the fox demon lives?"

Huo Wei's voice was full of displeasure at being interrupted: "No, this is the Fox Immortal Temple."

I saw the forest in the middle of the mountain, and the new flowers and young branches in early spring overlapped and staggered.A row of stone steps leads to a secluded path, with weeds growing in the gaps between the steps, and moss dotted on the steps, obviously few people come.

Gu Xiao squatted down to wipe off a layer of moss, and said, "New footprints. Someone just came here."

The four of them immediately became vigilant, after all, the person who left footprints was probably the fox demon.They climbed the stone steps one by one, crossed an old archway, and walked through the empty and solemn courtyard.

As far as the eye can see is a decadent ancestral hall that is half collapsed.

Most of the plaque that said "Fox Fairy Temple" was broken and hung down, obliquely covering half of the door of the ancestral hall.Trees grow in the crevices of stones and prop up bricks and tiles.

It is conceivable that it will not be long before this ancestral hall that humans have worshiped will return to the woods.

No one worships, and no one invades.

"A lot has changed here." Huo Wei said in silence.

They quietly stepped across the damp and soft threshold, and stepped into the dark ancestral hall. Even Huo Taki, who had always been restless, was infected by this atmosphere, and moved lightly.

A headless fox fairy statue stood quietly in the middle of the ancestral hall. The collapsed beams broke the wooden statue, and the head and body were only connected by a layer of bark, hanging upside down on the chest.

The cyan dye that traced her eyebrows and eyes was soaked in water and hung below the eye sockets, like a drop of cyan tear falling from the upper eyelid.

The air has a strange sense of solemnity, enveloping a group of four people inside.Huo Taki's heart was beating wildly, and he didn't dare to vent his breath, but he saw a ball of candlelight suddenly appear in the shadow!

Under the candlelight, the hunchbacked figure was reflected on the wet wall, shaking slightly.

"Who's there!" Huo Long shouted, his voice cracked.

An old man slowly came out from behind the fox fairy statue, and the candlestick in his hand swung around their faces, with a smile on his old face.

"Oh, rare visitor."

Hearing this voice, Mu Qingjia was slightly surprised, because this person was the village chief of Huxian Village, and he was also the old man who appeased the villagers in the first place and saved him from being burned.

A line of light blue handwriting lit up in the darkness: {Hello, we are here only to investigate the case, and we don't intend to disturb you.If offended, Wang Haihan. }

The old man was not surprised, he understood the jargon, nodded, turned around slowly, and lit the incense with a candle with shaking hands.

"This place...hasn't had any guests for a long time. I don't have fast food and fragrant tea to entertain you, everyone, please go ahead."

As soon as Gu Xiao hugged the sword, he raised his foot and went to investigate elsewhere.Huo Taki didn't like the overly quiet atmosphere here, so he followed him out.

"I came here more than 50 years ago, and it didn't look like this." Huo Wei said, "What happened in these years?"

The old man paused, and slowly said: "Fifty years ago. At that time, I couldn't even say a word, and I didn't remember anything."

Huo Wei was slightly taken aback.

He was born in the world of cultivating immortals since he was a child, and his elders, relatives and friends all look young, and he will not appear old unless his fate falls.

And this old man looked very old, far from ordinary people in their 50s, which made Huo Wei instantly realize that he knew very little about the mortal world.

But it is true that the life of a mortal is so short, and fifty is considered an advanced age in the countryside.Even if there are elixir and supplements to serve, ordinary wealthy people are at most seventy or eighty.

However, immortals can live for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, and even ascend to Taoism without dying.

That's why everyone respects the cultivators of immortals and yearns to ascend to immortality one day.

For a while, the two were speechless, but they saw the old man knelt on the futon, knelt on the futon, and bowed three times to the headless wooden fox fairy.

The incense quilt|inserted into a clay incense burner, a gust of wind blows, the incense ash floats, and the curling cigarettes rush towards Mu Qingjia.

The mist was misty, rolling and changing its figure, and finally turned into a huge white fox, grabbing Mu Qingjia's front collar, and throwing him onto the fox's back.

He poked his head out of the soft fur, and found that the world had its original bright colors, the air was full of the smell of dew and fragrant grass, and the sense of touch on his body was furry.

Only in memory and hallucinations can Mu Qingjia experience the five senses of life like a normal person.

Here... is the memory of his childhood.

Mu Qingjia fiddled with the fox's fur with his skinny palm, the big white fox sneezed and swept him with its big tail.

The child laughed loudly at the creak, rolled on the fox's back, and buried himself comfortably in the soft fur.

The forest in midsummer is full of carefree birdsong, and he and the white fox are also carefree. They don't have to think about anything, just absorb the gifts of this world to all living things at will.

In the symphony of birdsong, there was another strange and pleasant voice.Mu Qingjia listened for a long while before she realized that it was a woman's voice.

"Jia Er is lost! Jia Er is lost!"

The accent was very strange, it didn't sound like a human voice, but more like a clear and melodious bird song, calling out "Gaga Chirp".

The white fox galloped even faster, and the calling sound moved from near to far, and finally sent them to a woman.

The woman was dressed in rags, unkempt, and behaved insanely, but she only had a pair of amber peach blossom eyes, which were bright and beautiful, with a terrifying nervousness.

Mu Qingjia slid off the white fox, threw herself into her arms, and arched her chest in attachment.

"Jia. Jia."

The crazy woman hugged the lost and recovered child tightly in her arms, she was strangled too tightly, and the protruding joints of her arms were stuck between Mu Qingjia's neck, making him almost unable to breathe.

But he was happy.

It was a long miss and an unbearable sadness.

"Mother."

His voice was lighter than a feather, as if afraid of shattering this beautiful dream.

The big white fox lowered its body, nuzzled the woman, and swept its long and transparent beard, making her laugh.

Stupid people do not hide their emotions, and there is no rule of "covering your lips and smiling" or "smiling without showing your teeth". Therefore, the smile of a crazy woman is bright and sincere, as if it can infect everyone who sees her. people.

Mu Qingjia likes such a mother very much.

Following his mother's movements, he combed the big white fox's hair one by one, watching the snow-colored soft hair flow through his fingers.

"Are you a fox fairy?" He asked in a childish voice.

The white fox lowered its head, looked at him with blue eyes unblinking, seemed to have a lot to say, and seemed to keep everything silent.

As the hot summer wind blows, Lin Hai sings and sings joyfully.Mu Qingjia looked around, only to find that they were in front of an ancestral hall.

The clean archway, the clean stone bricks, the forest wind whizzing through the clear panes, bringing the smell of incense.

The plaque hangs upright on the wooden eaves, and the inscription: Fox Fairy Temple.

The Fox Immortal Temple of Mu Qingjiayou when he was young.

"..."

"...Mu Qingjia! Qingjia! Brother!"

A hoarse male voice growled in his ear, Mu Qingjia woke up startled, the vivid scene in front of him faded instantly, and turned into a white background and the monotonous colors of the five elements.

He leaned back and pushed Huo Wei's face away.

But just now he seems to have heard Huo Wei calling himself "senior brother"?

On weekdays, Huo Wei called him by his first name, sometimes "Hello", and more often he called him directly, without even bothering to call him by his name.

This unprecedented and serious shout of "Senior Brother" is really rare.

Huo Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and said angrily, "When will your habit of being in a daze anywhere change? I thought... Tsk."

Seeing that he was so nervous, Mu Qingjia had a bad feeling in his heart.He looked down, and sure enough, the white human figure representing Lao Cunzheng was lying on the ground, with a few red chain-like auras wrapped around his body.

{... Hurry up and let him go! }

Huo Wei withdrew the fire aura and explained: "I thought he did something to you. From the time the incense was lit, you have been out of your mind, me, me."

When the words came to his lips, he refused to continue.

Mu Qingjia hurriedly helped the old man up, but the other party did not blame them for their rudeness.His eyes that were hidden under the messy eyebrows were piercing, reflecting Mu Qingjia's appearance for the first time.

"It's you," he said to him, "you're back."

I don't know if it refers to the wooden figure when he first woke up, or something else.

Mu Qingjia sighed, and wrote after a while: {I also really want to know what happened to the Fox Immortal Temple these years. }

The author has something to say:

OOC Small Theater:

Qing Jia (appreciated): What a waist, what a waist, and the hand feels good, junior brother.

Huo Wei (shy): I'll let you experience for yourself what a peerless waist is.

When writing this small theater, Nezha from one hundred thousand bad jokes consciously appeared in my mind, and shot people away shyly: I hate it~

I am done.Huo Wei forgive me!