The Weasel Lord, who was delayed by spiritual practice

There is only one pheasant left, and even people with low IQs will find out what's going on.Orion is just honest and honest, not stupid.

Orion stood by the cage, looking at the only remaining pheasant, it looked a bit ugly, could it be the one that was disliked?Ah, no, what he should be concerned about now is what exactly ate his pheasant so that there was no hair left.Could it be a snake?

Orion suspected that it was a snake, only snakes eat food so cleanly, swallowing it whole.Orion thought about it, so he planned to deal with this "snake".

Orion's attention was too much on the pheasant, and the weasel couldn't come down.After waiting for a few days, the pheasant was starved and thin, and the guy still didn't come.Orion couldn't bear it anymore, so he killed the pheasant and ate it himself.He planned to catch some more beautiful pheasants to attract the snake.

It is not surprising that there are snakes in the mountains, but the strange thing is that he had sprinkled realgar powder around the house, how could he still attract snakes?

Orion went out to catch pheasants.The weasel jumped and came again.

Entering the yard, the weasel turned into a handsome man with a pretty figure, silver hair, fluttering white clothes, and cunning in his eyes.

He walked into Orion's house and lay on his bed, ah, as expected, a human bed was the most comfortable to sleep on.Weasel sighed and fell asleep comfortably on Orion's bed.

When Orion came back, he found a beautiful woman lying on the bed. He rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he was delusional.Orion took a closer look and found that there was a beauty on the bed, exuding a charming brilliance all over her body.In a blink of an eye, the beauty turned into a white-haired weasel lying there.

The weasel sensed that someone was coming and slipped away in a hurry.Orion blinked, and the white-haired weasel disappeared.He ran in and saw that there was nothing there, as if he had just had a sweet dream, only the scent of the weasel was left in the room.

Orion looked at his pillow mat blankly, the image of the beauty lying on it lingered in his mind.Orion felt that he was probably crazy. He was obviously a weasel, so how could he be considered a beauty?

Even if he doesn't believe that the weasel can become a beauty, Orion still hopes that the weasel can come again.Weasel seems to like his bed.

Orion is too lonely in the mountains and forests alone, he wants company and someone to talk to him.

From then on, Orion went out early every day, but the weasel still came to his house to eat chicken and sleep.Sometimes Orion can see it when he turns back halfway, sometimes he can't.When he saw it, Orion was full of joy, but when he couldn't see it, Orion was full of disappointment.

The weasel went down the mountain to listen to people's stories, and somehow heard the words "collecting yang and nourishing yin". He heard that this way he could quickly cultivate into a fairy.Weasel, who has practiced for nine hundred and ninety-nine years, lost his patience. If this method can quickly cultivate immortals, why not use it?

However, there was one thing he missed. Cai-yang-bu-yin was talking about female creatures.He is a male, so he should harvest Yin and replenish Yang.In short, at this moment, the weasel is full of thoughts of collecting yang and nourishing yin, which means that he is looking for a strong adult man to practice?

The weasel habitually returned to Orion's house and lay down on his bed to sleep again.

Just how to practice?The weasel lay on the bed thinking about it, but the man didn't say anything about it.I only have these four-character mantra, do I have to figure it out by myself?

The weasel was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't realize that the Orion had returned.Orion yearned for this beauty so much that even though he knew she was transformed from a weasel, he still wanted her as his wife.The hunter thought the weasel was a female.

Orion walked to the bed, and the weasel fell asleep exhausted, without noticing it.Orion watched it quietly, admiring it in his heart.

The weasel woke up after a nap, and was shocked when he found someone standing beside him.Seeing that he was awake and about to run, Orion quickly grabbed his hand, "Don't go."

The weasel looked at him angrily, "A mere human, how dare you block the way of this Great Immortal..."

Orion was afraid that he would run away, so he hugged him quickly, "Don't go, I, I like you."

"..." Weasel was being hugged, and suddenly remembered the words of collecting yang and nourishing yin. There was a ready-made one in front of him. Weasel was not in a hurry to run away, and said in a charming voice, "Mr. Would you like to practice spiritually with me?"

"Spiritual cultivation?" Orion let go a little and looked at him, "What should I do?"

"?" Weasel was stopped by the question, "Just, just, follow the drawing book, I will go down the mountain tomorrow and get some drawing books..."

"Then would you like to stay?" Orion asked.

"Of course, Ben, I still want to do spiritual practice with you," Weasel said.

Orion was relieved to hear that he was staying.

"You can let go of this fairy." Weasel said.

"Okay." Orion let him go.

The two stood awkwardly, and the weasel coughed and said, "I'm hungry, go get some food."

"Okay. Then you sit and wait." Orion said and went happily.

"Stupid," the weasel looked at him, with a sly look in his eyes, "but it can be used." The weasel is full of expectations for this cultivation method of collecting yang and nourishing yin.Maybe it won't be long before he attains enlightenment and ascends to heaven.

Orion brought him something to eat. The pheasant was roasted deliciously, and the weasel was drooling looking at it.He has been eating raw these days, he has lived for a long time, and although his nature is hard to change, he still feels dirty eating raw.Or humans will pick up the food.

The weasel ate the pheasant contentedly, and then gave Orion some kind words.Orion was overjoyed.

Orion looked at him, couldn't move his eyes, and felt like a drum in his heart, "You, are you staying tonight?"

"Huh?" Weasel glared at him with his mouth full of greasy food, "Do you want me to stay?"

"Think, think." Orion said excitedly.

"Then I'll stay." said the Weasel, since he had nowhere to go anyway, "I'll sleep on the bed, you sleep somewhere else."

"Okay." Orion agreed, with a happy light in his eyes.

Orion wanted to confess it.

The weasel slept until midnight and showed its original shape.A gleaming white weasel fell asleep coiled on the head of the bed, and the moonlight came in from the window, making it even more radiant and beautiful.Orion slept on a small bed not far from him and didn't fall asleep all night.His heart was led by it, the mountains and forests were silent, only his heart was beating powerfully.

The weasel was obsessed with the art of harvesting yang and nourishing yin, so after breakfast the next day, he went down the mountain to find a painting book.

Human beings have always been respected as the master of all things, and there are many human beings who practice immortality. Weasels often travel around the world, and they actually believe in the storytelling.Maybe it is through this method that human beings cultivate the immortal body and finally attain the Tao.

The weasel came to look for the storyteller, but he pulled the storyteller aside and asked if there was a picture book about collecting yang and nourishing yin.The storyteller stared at him, looked at him for a long time, and asked, "You, are you looking for that picture book?"

"Yes, sir, please give me some pointers." The weasel saluted respectfully. I heard that human beings like this kind of thing the most, and they should be polite in everything.

The storyteller opened his eyes and looked at him. Although he looks beautiful, he is a man after all. Could it be...he wants to find that man?Thinking of this, the storyteller couldn't help laughing, "I don't dare to give advice, this kind of advice can't be given, you can learn by yourself from the picture book."

"Study is something you have to learn naturally," said the weasel, "but where can I find the picture books?"

The storyteller's smile deepened, "Young master's taste is indeed different from ordinary people. I can't help it, and there is also a prince who is good at this way, and someone draws a picture book by the side. If the young master can afford a high price, I am willing to show you the way. .”

"Which prince is it?" Weasel asked, thinking, does the prince also want to cultivate immortality?

"How many princes are there? Isn't it the one who lives in the prince's mansion?" The storyteller stroked his beard.

"I see, thank you sir for your advice." The weasel bowed again, and then left.

"Hey, you don't want your drawing book anymore?" the storyteller called after seeing him leave.

The weasel thought to himself that he knew he was in the prince's mansion, so why bother arguing with him, so he ran away.

At night, the weasel sneaked into the prince's mansion.A very wonderful spiritual drama is being staged in the prince's room.

The weasel watched from the side, only to see the two overlapping each other, and the voice of Shen Yin was endless.The one called the prince was actually the one below.The weasel looked at it once and felt that it should be so.Even more lamented, mortal cultivating immortals is really extraordinary.

The weasel watched it all night and felt that he had mastered the essence, so he went back to the mountain to practice with the Orion.

Orion is simple and honest, he didn't notice his intentions, he only thought that he came back from playing again, and wanted to use him as an ancestor.