Xianjun Breeding Guide

Before leaving, Wen Qianxiao specially called Yan Guizhu again, and ordered him to get a large number of treasures from heaven and earth, and joked that they were practicing for the lonely and boring little fairy who stayed alone in the vacant room.

After being starved in Qiankun's bag for a while, Hua Gao still didn't have a long memory, jumping up and down all over the yard, and even ran to the Furong Water Pavilion where the Demon Lord used to meet guests and have secret talks.Bai Ziyou chased it to the outside of the waterside pavilion, by chance, he heard nonsense, blushed immediately, raised his hand and knocked on the screen vigorously.

The ferret was nestling ghostly on the other side of the screen, suddenly frightened, and rushed into the inner room in a panic.

The four short legs strode like the wind, with a clear goal, and went straight to Lord Mozun's long and soft hair, stepped on his shoulders, climbed up to his head, slipped and hid under the long hair, and scratched it a mess.

The smile on the corner of Wen Qianxiao's mouth suddenly froze, and the atmosphere in the inner room also froze.

City Lord Yan was dumbfounded, slowly put down the tea in his hand, put his knees together, sat upright, not daring to show his breath, and silently put a stick of incense on the hapless ferret in his heart.

Hua Gao was happily nibbling on her smooth black hair, when she suddenly felt a terrifying murderous intent creep up on the mink's back, wrapped around her neck like a poisonous snake, and immediately let out a "squeak" scream.

Xiao Xianjun rushed in after him, took out the flower cake that caused trouble, stroked the slightly rough hair worriedly, and said, "It didn't hurt you, did it?"

"..." Master Mozun was disturbed from talking for no reason, and was a little unhappy, so he glanced at Bai Ziyou, and said calmly, "It's nothing. You go out first..."

"The hair rope is also loose, how about I comb it for you again?" Xiao Xianjun fiddled with the two silver ornaments apologetically, then looked at the petrified Yan Guizhu on the opposite side, and asked in confusion, "City Master Yan Why is your face so ugly?"

Yan Guizhu quickly lowered his head, as honest as a quail.

Wen Qianxiao sighed, held his wrist, and with a little force, pulled him towards him, saying, "This is Furong Water Pavilion."

Bai Ziyou was startled: "A place I can't come?"

"The people who trespassed in the past are all gone, what do you think?" Wen Qianxiao once again captured the dishonest ferret into the universe, and said to Yan Guizhu, "Guizhu, you go back first. Remember , Don’t spread the matter today.”

"Yes, Your Majesty, this subordinate resigns." Yan Guizhu was like being pardoned, slipping away faster than a rabbit, afraid that he would be involved if he was one step too late, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After sending Yan Guizhu away, Wen Qianxiao's eyes lightly fell on Bai Ziyou, neither salty nor bland, showing neither joy nor anger.

"Did the deity treat you too much?"

The clouds outside the window covered the sun, and it became gloomy in an instant.The blood on Xiao Xianjun's face faded little by little, and when he finished speaking, even his lips trembled.

Trespassing...

After losing his immortal bones, he was imprisoned in the house in Yeming Mountain, and for some reason, he was handed over to the guardian of Mengze Xianjun.

Xiao Xianjun's state has plummeted, and he is depressed in his heart, with multiple injuries and illnesses, so he can only stay in the room in a daze all day long, like a slowly withering grass, his bones are getting weaker and weaker.

Maybe Mengze was nostalgic, or out of guilt, the guards were very loose, and one day he accidentally let him run out.

With a panicked expression, Bai Ziyou fled into a valley staggeringly, running too fast, his mouth and nose were filled with the smell of blood, and it hurt so badly that he was gasping for breath.

The valley looked ordinary, with no barriers or restrictions.

He curled up in the bushes, coughing desperately, full of fear, regardless of the roughness of the gravel, he dug his fingers deeply into the soil, trying to draw some spiritual power from the roots of nearby plants and trees.

Strange to say, as a spirit grass incarnation, it was easier for him to borrow the spiritual energy of plants than to drink water, but today he hit a wall for some reason.The flowers and plants that have not yet opened their minds trembled and fell to the ground. The deeper they went into the valley, the more lifeless they became.

Bai Ziyou slowly stood up, looked towards the end of the dark cliff for a while, and frowned.

There... seems to be some kind of powerful and pure power, trapped in a small space, wandering around anxiously, savagely plundering the aura of this valley.

It is also like a well that has been deliberately sealed off, storing the sweet nectar that this body urgently needs.

To leave the cloud realm, one must find a large amount of pure spiritual power to heal the wounds, and there may be a glimmer of hope hidden in that place.He hesitated for a moment, and finally groped towards the depths of the valley.

Bai Ziyou's journey was not smooth, the mysterious power was erratic, sometimes disappearing, like a buried treasure, its traces were unpredictable.

Until it was dark, he finally found the source of that power in the barren tall grass, stumbled and ran over, but saw a door.

To say it is a door is not exact.

It is more like a long and narrow eye, suspended in the air, with a little gap open, staring faintly at the visitors from outside the valley.

The power that attracted him was sealed inside the door, constantly distorting its shape, changing its magnificent color, like a struggling living creature, trying to break through the weak point of the seal.The power that had escaped by chance condensed into a slender entity, which was hanging on the side. At first glance, it seemed that there were countless hands protruding from the door, twisting and waving slowly.

Bai Ziyou was frightened out of his wits by the eerie scene, he took two steps back, turned his head and bumped into someone.Danxia was standing behind her silently, her eyes were cold, and the word "Chuan" between her eyebrows was as deep as a knife.

In an instant, Bai Ziyou's blood froze.He turned around and wanted to run, but before he could take a few steps, he was knocked down by a force of energy and fell to the ground.

"Immortal Bailu is so courageous. She dared to break into the forbidden area even though she was a sinner." Danxia slowly withdrew her spiritual power, bent down and picked up Bai Ziyou, as easily as picking up a weak little beast, "Meng Ze After spending so many years, I have not been able to extract the whereabouts of the Qingya Mountain Healing Sacred Object from your mouth, it seems that Xianjun likes toasting and does not eat fine wine."

"...Let, let go of me! What healing relic...you...ah!"

Danxia threw him heavily to the ground, and at the same time a piece of red rope came out of her sleeve.

The red color seemed to be soaked in blood, shiny and shiny, exuding an ominous aura, as soon as it appeared, it wrapped around his neck like a gangrene, tore off the soft flesh, and slowly drilled in along the meridians .

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, unable to even struggle, he cried out, "Forgive me... Forgive me! Xianjun spare my life, spare my life... I will not run away, I will never dare again... Ahhh!!!"

Danxia just watched coldly, turning a deaf ear to it.

After half an hour.

The honorable immortal monarch lifted up his robe, squatted down slowly, stroked Bai Ziyou's hair soaked in cold sweat inch by inch, and said in a low voice: "Not to mention running away, but dare to trespass into the forbidden area of ​​Yeming Mountain, it seems that this gentleman I have indulged you too much. Since you want to go back to Qingya Mountain so much, you will stay on that barren mountain for the rest of your life, and you will not be allowed to leave half a step. Sixteen chains of black ice will be added to your body, and you will suffer from loneliness and coldness for hundreds of years..."

Bai Ziyou lay on his back on the ground, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, lost his mind due to the intense pain, but he couldn't stop the indifferent voice from reaching his ears.

Every word and sentence seemed to be a curse lingering in his ears, entangled day and night, torturing him until he became haggard day by day.Later, the peaceful and comfortable life in the Unnamed Palace almost made him forget Danxia's cruel methods.

I was born today——

Wen Qianxiao noticed that something was wrong with Bai Ziyou's face, which was blue in the white, which seemed to be frightened.

You didn't say anything serious, did you?

He couldn't figure it out, and explained: "Although it's not allowed to trespass here—"

Xiao Xianjun shivered violently, as if his whole body was stupefied, he was so frightened that he lost his mind: "Forgive...forgive me...Qian Xiao, Qian Xiao...I, I don't know this is a forbidden place ……Please……"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wen Qianxiao quickly pressed his tiger's mouth, squeezed it tightly, and said in a low voice: "A Shuang, wake up!"

Bai Ziyou was in pain and became more and more frightened, tears kept falling down, and he murmured, "It hurts...don't, don't punish me...I don't dare..."

"If you don't punish you, you won't be punished, who said you will be punished?" Lord Mozun guessed that it was Danxia's good deed again, and he felt distressed immediately, hugged him into his arms, patted his back and comforted him, "It's just the Furong Water Pavilion, If you break through, I won't eat you. Don't be afraid, Ah Shuang, don't be afraid."

The devilish energy disguised itself as pure Yang spiritual power again, quietly wrapping the chilling and trembling body gently.

Bai Ziyou trembled for a while, then suddenly stopped moving.

Wen Qianxiao's heart tightened, thinking that he had fallen ill again and passed out, but she didn't want Xiao Xianjun to rub against her bosom like a cat, raised her head carefully, and asked softly, "Why...it smells like the sun?"