Xianjun Breeding Guide

If it wasn't for the sudden twisting of the Qiankun bag, Wen Qianxiao would have eaten the bewildered little fairy right now.

He let go of Bai Ziyou, walked a little further, found the damn thousand-mile microphone, and cursed: "Damn fox, are you full? If the red line of this deity is broken, I will use your tail to reconnect it... ..."

"Calm down, keep your voice down!" The curly-haired fox was anxious, "It seems that something serious happened to me."

Wen Qianxiao: "?"

Hu Xiaoyao hid in the crevice of the box in the utility room, covered his nose with his front paw, and said in a low voice: "I met a fairy who seems to be able to... no, he can lie."

"Good thing, why are you panicking?"

"But he has a good relationship with Danxia. You also know that Danxia doesn't like demon cultivators. If I hadn't run fast, he would have stripped my beautiful fur!"

"Danxia?" Wen Qianxiao finally became serious, "Have you met Danxia? I just asked you to investigate Mengze. Why did you provoke this evil god?"

"Who wants to mess with him! Benhu is eating white-cut chicken, salted chicken, spicy chicken, crispy chicken at Haiyuntian... Cough, who would have thought that when the door opened suddenly, Danxia would barge in and shout at the fairy who invited me to dinner He said 'Ziyuan', not to mention how affectionate he was. At the beginning, the fairy was polite, but later Yun Shen, Yun Shen called him! Tell me, do these two people sleep in the same bed? "

Master Mozun took a breath and fell into deep thought.

It's no secret that Danxia's surname is Ning and her name is Yunshen.But Ning Yunshen monopolizes the power in the cloud realm, his temper is cold and unkind, and the immortals attached to him are all respectful and fearful, who dare to call him by his name?I have never heard of Danxia having friends or brothers.

Although the lewd fox is full of double cultivation, everyone has a leg, but the relationship between the two of them may really be sleeping in the same bed.

If Danxia has a weakness, she may have an opportunity to take advantage of it in the future.

Thinking of this, Wen Qianxiao immediately asked: "What does the fairy you met look like? What is the name of the fairy? Is it famous?"

"..." Hu Xiaoyao thought for a long time, "He is quite handsome, with a cinnabar-colored scar between his eyebrows, and his name is taboo... I only heard Danxia call him Ziyuan, but I don't know the rest."

"Ziyuan?" Wen Qianxiao thoughtfully recalled, "I don't seem to have heard of this name before."

"You haven't heard of it? That's too weird! His cultivation level is comparable to Danxia's. It stands to reason that he should never be an unknown person. However, this person had no sound at all before, as if he was born out of thin air. It just popped up. It's weird, it's really weird!" Hu Xiaoyao flicked his tail wildly, stirring up puffs of dust, and became more and more excited as he spoke, "Do you think I should continue to lurk beside him and spy on the enemy's situation... oh !!!”

Wen Qianxiao was startled by the sudden scream of the fox: "Xiaoyao?"

The sound transmission was cut off.

Lord Mozun casually activated another tracking formation engraved on the sound transmission tube, fiddled with it for a while, and said to himself: "Yinliuchuan? After running so far, the day lily will be cold when I arrive. I need to buy two strings of paper money."

The thousand-mile microphone suddenly trembled, flickered weakly, and then rang intermittently: "Oh, this pile of broken boxes suddenly collapsed... almost killed a fox...how can I say good brother, I think spying on the enemy's situation is very important. It's a good idea. If I really fall into Danxia's hands, remember to save me, otherwise I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost! Do you hear... Shhh, someone is here, goodbye."

This time, Hu Xiaoyao cut off the sound transmission neatly, without giving Mozun the slightest chance to object.

Wen Qianxiao: "..."

This fox is just trying to die under Danxia's nose.

Or buy two more strings of paper money.

Xiao Xianjun still stood there blankly, clutching the purple peony that was taken from the temple in his hand, unconsciously pinched his fingertips tightly, almost crushing the stem and leaves.

Love... a soft spot?

Bai Ziyou's fingertips pinched tightly in his palm, so hard that he almost pierced it.

He couldn't be more aware of the demon's bad temper, and Wen Qianxiao also knew that he would never take these words to heart, that's why he was so unscrupulous.

This should have been a joke both of them knew, but——

At that moment, the panic that had no place to hide suddenly came from the bottom of my heart, the silence that I wanted to refute but fell into inexplicably, and the absurd, despicable thought that I couldn't suppress and wanted to hide: If I pretend to be panicked, he will won't kiss me?

Before he had time to erase this thought, his eyes blinked in a panic without permission; his eyelashes fluttered like a pair of shy butterfly wings, tricking him into an expected kiss.

Nie Hai's unique breath is mixed and bitter, slowly infecting the clear spiritual power, permeating the addictive and depraved illusion.

Blooming like poppies, and intoxicating like fine wine.

……

That day by the koi pond, I indulged my heart-wrenching emotions, and fell into the temptation uncontrollably, and moving forward... When did the change start?

Bai Ziyou spread out his palms, looked down at the crushed stems and leaves, pinched the layers of corolla with two fingers, took a long time, took off a petal, put it in his mouth and chewed.

so bitter.

It turns out that the flower of love is also bitter.

"A-Shuang...A-Shuang! What are you eating? You can't eat this!" Wen Qianxiao just stuffed the thousand-mile sound transmission tube back into the Qiankun pouch, and when she looked up, she saw Xiaoxianjun eating petals. She was shocked and hurried over to grab it. Xia Shaoyao, "Hungry? What do you want to eat? Youzhou's dim sum is not bad. It's a pity that Youzhou doesn't have Haiyuntian, otherwise I can take you to try... Ah Shuang?"

"Yeah." Bai Ziyou put his arms around his waist, buried his face in his arms, hugged him quietly for a moment, then let go of his hands as if nothing had happened, "I want to eat the flower cake you gave me for the first time."

Lord Mozun was stunned.

This was the first time Xiaoxianjun took the initiative to hug her.

The moment the soft breath crashed into his bosom, his heart was filled with indescribable throbbing, knocking lightly on someone's heart that was not enlightened.

Before Wen Qianxiao could continue to think about it, Bai Ziyou tugged him and said, "Aren't you leaving? I'm hungry."

"Ah? Oh, let's go, let's go..." Lord Mozun took Xiao Xianjun's hand as if he was sleepwalking.

He had come and gone so many times on the road from Nantianzhu to Youzhou, but this time he couldn't recognize it, and walked absent-mindedly.

"A Shuang."

"Ok?"

"Do you still want to go back to Qingya Mountain?"

"think."

That's fine.Must be an illusion.

There are still ten years, so there is no rush, take your time.Lord Mozun comforted himself so much.

A certain city in Youzhou.

Bai Ziyou had never seen such a bustling market in hundreds of years, and he was attracted by other things as he walked, such as juggling, sugar painting, or a group of ordinary children playing spinning tops together.Often Wen Qianxiao paid at the stall here, and when he turned his head, the little fairy over there disappeared.

So dignified Mozun had no choice but to look around for someone, carrying two bunches of candied haws, a sugar painting, a bowl of sesame balls, and two silk sachets hanging around his neck.

"A Shuang—A Shuang—!"

"where are you!"

"A Shuang..."

After finally getting into the night, Wen Qianxiao collapsed on the bed exhausted, but was pushed up by Xiao Xianjun, not knowing what else to do.

"Good Ah Shuang, give me a break."

Xiao Xianjun was wearing a thin inner garment, and he took out a crescent comb from nowhere, and said: "There are so many people during the day, and the hair is all messed up, don't you want to comb it?"

Wen Qianxiao: "?"

That's for sure.

Master Mozun's legs were no longer sore, and his waist was no longer hurting. A carp sat up straight, leaning lazily on the bedpost, watching Bai Ziyou carefully caressing his long hair under the lamp.

Crescent Moon combed into the dusty hair, and combed the black hair up and down. Coupled with Bai Ziyou's shapely and slender hands, it was extremely pleasing to the eye.

After brushing off the dust, Xiao Xianjun braided her long black hair into a scorpion braid and tied it with a red string before remembering to ask, "Do you like it? If you don't like it, I'll let you loose it."

Wen Qianxiao touched the black and shiny scorpion braid, and praised without hesitation: "I like it. It looks good."

Bai Ziyou smiled, his eyes twinkled slightly, as if he had made up his mind, he walked around to him, held his face in his arms, and kissed him lightly on the tip of his nose: "Sweet dream."

Wen Qianxiao: "???"

Wen Qianxiao: "!"

When he came back to his senses, he saw Xiao Xianjun quickly retracted into the quilt, covered his head and face, as if retracted into the shell of a tortoise, and put on a posture that he would not make a sound even if he was beaten to death.

"A Shuang?"

"..."

That night, Lord Mozun suffered from insomnia.

He found that the old peach blossom branch in his heart, which was as immovable as a thousand-year-old iron tree, seemed to have sprouted.

The author says:

The shallow liking has been responded to, and it has turned into a heart-pounding