I became Hu Aotian by selling cuteness [Wearing Books]

Early the next morning, Jing Feitong opened his eyes.

After sitting in meditation all night, the spiritual energy in his body gradually stabilized, and he felt comfortable and full of energy. Only his left leg was a little numb, as if he was being pressed by something.

Jing Feitong looked down, and saw the little fox lying on his lap, with the corner of his sleeves on his stomach, heaving slightly, sleeping soundly.

Obviously it was a very cute scene, but thinking of the things that happened before, seeing Shu Lingjia sleeping carefree as if at this moment, Jing Feitong felt his heart twist, with an indescribable soreness.

Without moving his body, he closed his clothes again to block the wind for Shu Lingjia, waiting for him to wake up.

Shu Lingjia was physically and mentally exhausted, and this sleep was very heavy, Jing Feitong's legs were much more comfortable than the cave floor, only foxes can enjoy the privilege of sleeping on a soft bed anytime, anywhere.

The only fly in the ointment is that in Shu Lingjia's dreams, he always hears someone mentioning his name. It is vaguely a man and a woman's voice, but it is unclear what they are talking about.

His body twitched unconsciously, and he finally woke up.

Before Shu Lingjia opened his eyes, he smelled a very faint fragrance, a bit like sweet-scented osmanthus, and when he looked again, there was a piece of clothes embroidered with bamboo patterns in front of him, like a curtain, sifting out the harsh smell outside. Light.

He lifted off the sleeves on his body, turned over and got up from Jing Feitong's lap, opened his skirt a little, poked half of his head out to look out.

Immediately afterwards, a big hand came down and covered Shu Lingjia's head, rubbing his ears, Jing Feitong smiled and said, "Are you awake?"

Although he just wanted to rub his ears, he covered Shu Lingjia's entire head and couldn't see anything. Shu Lingjia struggled out of Jing Feitong's palm, skirt and sleeves, and touched his ears with his claws back. , said: "Well, how about you, have you rested yet?"

Jing Feitong said: "Very good, I'm in good spirits, you see, the rain has cleared outside, it's really a good weather."

Shu Lingjia turned his head and looked outside the cave, only to see that the sun was already high, the bright sunlight illuminated the mist in the air, and also illuminated the dew that was about to drip on the tip of the grass. Light floating, too beautiful to behold.

Shu Lingjia said: "The scenery here is really nice, what is the place?"

Jing Feitong stretched his waist and said: "It should be Tianhua Mountain, eighty miles away from the entrance of the Demon Realm. Although we walked randomly yesterday, we chose a good direction. Today we can save a lot of walking. "

Standing next to Jing Feitong, Shu Lingjia followed his example, arching his waist, stretching his hind legs, and stretching his waist.

Jing Feitong turned around and saw a few wisps of hair on the little fox's forehead bristled by the wind, shaking wildly, so he stretched out his hand to smooth it out for him.

Shu Lingjia remembered how he had covered half of his head with a slap, so he stopped touching him now, raised his paw to block Jing Feitong's hand, and said, "Oh, no need, I'll do it myself."

He turned around and turned into a human form, straightened his forehead hair with his hands back, and gave Jing Feitong a slightly smug smile.

Jing Feitong also laughed, moved his fingers, and suddenly a slight wind blew up around Shu Lingjia, blowing away his hairband, and gently gathered Shu Lingjia's loose hair again , the headband flowed through his hair and tied in a knot, then fastened.

The hair stood up high, and the ends of the hair drew a lively arc in mid-air, and then fell down, black and shiny, looking like a small waterfall.

Jing Feitong was very satisfied with his craftsmanship, looked at it carefully, and said with a smile: "It's very beautiful."

Although he didn't touch his hands, the touch of the wind that passed leisurely through his hair just now seemed to be left, inexplicably ambiguous and gentle, just like Jing Feitong's eyes at this time.

Shu Lingjia's face became slightly hot when he saw it, and said: "I can really blow it, I have always had this kind of hair, why do you boast that it looks good when you comb it?"

Jing Feitong smiled and said, "The place where you tied your hair just now was in a mess, and several strands of hair fell out, but... it's really quite unique."

He smiled, and added slowly: "It can be seen that our Xiaojia is indeed worthy of being the mighty No. 1 in the cultivation world. Whether it is fox hair or hair hair, they are so chic and unrestrained."

Shu Lingjia glared at him.

Jing Feitong saw that his eyes were full of anger, and his eyes moved, and his heart was moved, and suddenly he remembered a small memory from those dreams.

At that time, the two were still in Xitian, but they lived in two courtyards that were not too close to each other. Jing Feitong came to find Shu Lingjia out in the morning, and happened to meet him sitting in front of the mirror by the window, impatiently Play with your hair.

Jing Feitong entered the door and saw his back, with long hair on his head, a comb and a hairpin by his hand, he looked like a girl, and couldn't help but think of the phrase "When the window is arranged with clouds, the decals are yellow in front of the mirror", and he laughed. : "What are you doing? Where's Xiaopan?"

Apart from the two of them, there are really not many people with hair here, most of them are young novice monks with bald heads, and naturally they don't know how to braid their hair.

Shu Lingjia originally had a servant who was in charge of taking care of the daily life, but he was not there at this time.

Shu Lingjia's patience had reached its limit, she threw the comb on the table, and said, "He has something to do at home, I asked him to go back. But I'm so annoying, why is it so difficult to comb his hair?! When will he come back, more than three days I'm going to get a shave too!"

He stopped talking suddenly, and looked back at Jing Feitong.

Jing Feitong: "..."

Shu Lingjia looked earnestly: "Will you do it?"

Of course Jing Feitong would not, he himself always needs others to serve him.

But when he heard that Shu Lingjia couldn't do without Xiao Pan, he had a very subtle feeling in his heart. Anyway, it meant a bit of competition, and said, "It's not difficult."

Shu Lingjia stuffed the comb into Jing Feitong's hand.

As a result, after Jing Feitong combed profusely for nearly half an hour, Shu Lingjia finally ran out of patience: "Can you comb? How stupid!"

At that time, both of them were young and energetic, and Jing Feitong was also a little irritable: "There must be a process, didn't you also toss for a long time?"

Shu Lingjia was confident about this point: "I won't be normal, you are a brother, shouldn't you know more than me? Really, comb it well!"

Jing Feitong: "..."

His temper with Shu Lingjia could only be as much as a retort, he paused, and finally played with the hair and the sandalwood comb in his hand helplessly.

"Did I owe you?" Jing Feitong muttered, "I have never served anyone since I was a child! Why is it so troublesome to be a senior brother?"

Shu Lingjia didn't say anything more, Jing Feitong raised his eyes inadvertently, but saw a smile that was quietly pursed on his lips reflected on the bronze mirror in front of him.

The morning light shines into the window, falls on the mirror, and also sprinkles the hair in the hands, which has a kind of ordinary peace at home.

So he also smiled quietly.

The hair that day was not combed very well in the end, and the bun that was finally tied was crooked and a little fried.

But three days later, after repeated practice on himself, Jing Feitong had completely mastered this skill that was not very useful, and triumphantly went to Shu Lingjia to show off.

Seeing that he can take care of himself, the book boy beside Jing Feitong was shocked.

There are a lot of memories at a glance. At that time, this kind of joking and squabbling, even small quarrels, were really common.

Shu Lingjia has a quick temper, and Jing Feitong has been used to being praised since he was a child. They are both arrogant masters. In fact, the pair of brothers and sisters didn't get along very well at first.

But he didn't know when, he gradually became reluctant to go against the other party's wishes, he just thought that his junior brother was happy, give in one step, give in another step, give in, and finally have no bottom line.

Jing Feitong always sighed when he still had a sense of resistance, feeling that he was kidnapped by the word "senior brother", but later he realized that it was not the case.

It's not a title, an identity, and it's not just the friendship of the same family, brotherhood, but the heart, which has long been out of control.

Things are different now, in fact, when he heard Shu Lingjia call Luo Xiao a senior brother, he secretly thought, how could he become someone else's senior brother?

I was young at the time, but now I know that, in fact, what makes people most addicted is this kind of ordinary little things.

The two of them tidied up their clothes and left the cave. Jing Feitong raised his hand to block the glare of the oncoming sun, but Shu Lingjia suddenly approached him from behind, pulled out his jade hairpin, and then Feitong rubbed his head.

Jing Feitong subconsciously returned his hand and grabbed it. Shu Lingjia was quite proud of the successful sneak attack. He laughed and jumped away. His wrist slipped out between Jing Feitong's fingers, but Jing Feitong didn't use any strength to grab it. .

Shu Lingjia raised his hand and threw the hairpin back to him: "You rub my hair every day, I've wanted to do this for a long time! Ha, you didn't stop it!"

Jing Feitong caught the hairpin and said: "If you have kindness to repay kindness, if you have hatred to revenge, then do you want to consider repaying favors and helping me to pull my hair?"

Shu Lingjia really looked at Jing Feitong and studied it seriously for a moment: "Your one may... be a bit difficult."

It's okay to tie up the hair with a hair band, but Jing Feitong's is a hairpin. Shu Lingjia has never quite understood how to use a stick to tie so many hairs together, and she doesn't know anything about this art.

He picked up a strand of Jing Feitong's hair to observe, but failed, and promised: "I will study it next time."

While the two were talking, they saw a person coming up from the mountainside not far away, and after a few ups and downs, they arrived in front of Jing Feitong and Shu Lingjia.

The man saw the appearance of Jing Feitong and Shu Lingjia clearly, he couldn't help opening his mouth halfway, before he could speak and salute, he staggered and fell firmly on the ground.

Just now when he came all the way, he saw from a distance that someone seemed to be pulling the master's hair. This was not enough, and he even rubbed it a few times indiscriminately. At that time, he felt that the world had been turned upside down.

He was still thinking silently in his heart, telling himself that such a thing could not happen in the world, he must have misread it, or he had fallen into a demon.

As a result, when I got closer, I found out that it was true!

Jing Feitong's hair was pulled by someone, and he still had a smile on his face. This scene had a great impact on his subordinates. When he landed, he couldn't stand firmly and fell over.

Knowing that he was impolite, he stood up in embarrassment and said, "I have seen the Lord, Shu... Mr. Shu."

Shu Lingjia remembered that the last time Jing Feitong's subordinates bowed and clasped their fists to salute him, but now they changed to kowtow. It can be seen that the rules of Biluo Palace are indeed very strict, no wonder Jing Feitong was so ostentatious at the beginning.

It was inconvenient for him to accept such a great gift from others, so he nodded sideways and said: "You are too polite, fellow daoist."

That subordinate: "..."

In fact, I didn't want to be so polite.

Jing Feitong raised his hand and said, "Get up."

After the subordinate pleaded guilty, he stood up, and Jing Feitong tied up his hair casually, and asked, "I ordered you to inquire about Luo Xiao's whereabouts yesterday, did you gain anything?"

The subordinate said: "Please forgive me, Lord. We originally found him on the way, but after chasing him near the Demon Realm, because we were not familiar with the terrain, we missed his whereabouts for a while. We are currently searching separately."

Jing Feitong nodded slightly, knowing that Luo Xiao must not be so easy to find, but he didn't blame him, and said, "You guys have entered the Demon Realm? Did he meet anyone on the way?"

The man said: "No, from the traces, Luo Xiao should have been acting alone. About seven or eight of us have entered the Demon Realm, but because the roads are difficult to distinguish and the guards are very strict, we can only find ways to get in alone every time... It will not be easy to enter and search on a large scale."

Shu Lingjia said: "Brother, let's go to the Demon Race too. It's more convenient to find people in their territory. It's more convenient for them to come. As long as your people can leave some clues for easy contact."

Jing Feitong turned around and smiled at him, nodded, and said to his subordinates, "Did you hear Mr. Shu?"

The man was also very obedient, hearing what Jing Feitong said, he immediately bowed to Shu Lingjia and said, "Yes."

After he finished speaking, he said courteously: "I still have two peace of mind stones here, which can weaken the attack of devil energy, please take it with the master and Mr. Shu."

Jing Feitong took it, raised his hand, and the man backed away.

He turned around, handed one of the pieces to Shu Lingjia, and said with a smile, "Where are you going?"

Shu Lingjia said: "The first time is raw and the second time is acquaintance, why don't you go to Mishan?"

Jing Feitong said: "Alright. I have already sent someone to send news to Yuetao, but he is currently in another foreign land, and he can't go back so fast. Let's go see him again. Call it the Fourth Prince."

The sons of the Demon Emperor each have their own tempers. Except for the second son, Yue Tao, who also ran away from home, the eldest is ambitious and busy making troubles. The one that is easy to find is the Fourth Prince Die Hui.

Shu Lingjia said "OK", threw the Ning Xin Stone in his hand up and down, wanted to say something, but shrugged and put it into his bosom.

He found that many people had already mentioned that after a monk entered the demon realm, he would feel uncomfortable due to the excessive demonic energy inside, and the purer the spiritual power, the heavier the discomfort.

When he entered the Demon Realm last time, even Yin Chen mentioned it, but Shu Lingjia never felt it at all, which made him feel a little strange.

After the two descended the mountain, they identified their direction and were about to go to Mount Mi, when Jing Feitong suddenly turned his head, looked at a big tree behind him, and said, "Who?"

After a while, the blades of grass moved slightly, and a woman with a sword came out from behind the tree. The two saw that it was Ming Xiao's lover Meng Xian.

After Ming Xiao was exposed and escaped, the person who was hit the hardest must have been Meng Xian.

But the current situation is so complicated and chaotic, and no one cares about her. On the contrary, because Meng Xian brought Ming Xiao into Xinzong, other disciples also complained about her a lot. It must be a difficult life now.

Shu Lingjia looked at her with dull eyes and haggard face. Compared with the extroverted and aggressive girl back then, she seemed to be ten years older and exhausted all over her body.

He asked, "Why are you here? Did you come to see us?"

Meng Xian didn't dare to call senior brother, she shrank her shoulders a little awkwardly, nodded and said, "Yes."

Seeing that Meng Xian was nervous, Shu Lingjia glanced at Jing Feitong and raised his chin at him.

Jing Feitong said to Meng Xian in a warm voice: "We are all from the same family, so if you have anything to say, just talk about it."

Meng Xian said in a low voice: "I want to ask, you two... are you going to find Mingxiao? After you find it...will you kill him?"

Jing Feitong paused, and said: "He is not the real Mingxiao. The real Mingxiao didn't do anything wrong. You should have heard that he was possessed by the dead soul of Yan Yu, the third prince of the demon clan. That's it. As for how to deal with Yan Yu, it depends on the intentions of the Demon Race and the Immortal Sect in the end."

Meng Xian said: "Yes, I also heard people in the sect talk about this. So I really want to know, then who was the person who treated me well and was with me...? Yan Yu, Or Mingxiao, can you please tell me?"