Fairies and Beasts

170.

He couldn't help but shouted at the back, trying to catch the shadow that crossed his heart.

"Senior brother... are you really my senior brother?"

Xiao Yuhua said without looking back: "Don't worry, I'm your idiot senior brother, I will return your clothes after I clean them."

Turning a slope, his figure is invisible.

But that shadow was still sticky in his heart, unable to be torn apart.

Xing Yu only felt lost, but he couldn't tell what it was like, as if his soul had left his body, empty and empty.

He didn't even know how he got back.

Along the way, I kept thinking about that vague figure from the back, and I didn't look at the road. I didn't know how many times I fell, and my mouth was full of mud.

His senior sister Yao Baishi just smiled when she saw her, "Yu'er, why are you learning from your idiot senior brother, you just eat mud all day long!"

Xing Yu, who would never get angry, turned her back: "Senior brother is not stupid!"

It's just that his face was already flushed red, and he had no intimidating power at all.

171.

Xiao Yuhua was actually a little hurt in his heart, and he wondered along the way.

Am I so ugly, so ugly that even my junior brother would have a heart attack if he saw it?

Back in his own courtyard, the two maids had gone back to bed early, leaving only a table of leftovers and unpacked melon seeds on the floor.

The wound medicine is also on the table.

He walked over to get the wound medicine, only to realize that he was injured.

It's just that when he took a bath just now, the wound had scabbed over for some reason, and he might not be able to use this medicine at this time.

Think again:

It turned out that Xing Yu came here to deliver medicine to him, no wonder he appeared there.

Alas, at least it was Master's wish, so let's use it.

He went back to the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, took some ointment and rubbed it on the wound.

As he wiped it, his eyelids would fight up and down, as if he had been hit by Sun Monkey's sleepy bug.

As soon as my head fell, I fell asleep on the bed and didn't bother to look in the mirror.

172.

In the middle of the night, there was silence.

Xiao Yuhua faintly felt that his stomach was a little hot, so he opened his eyes dimly, and felt a vague light and shadow rotating in his lower abdomen.

He sat up, touched his dry and soft stomach, frowned and said, "It seems... a little hungry."

I lit the lamp and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

As a result, the pots, pans, pans, and bags of rice noodles were searched inside and out, but not a single grain of rice was found.

I had to scoop a large scoop of water in the water tank and drink it.

But there is still a hot burning feeling in the stomach, as if it is empty, but it just doesn't sink.

"Forget it, let's go back to sleep, you won't be hungry after you fall asleep."

He went back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed.

But that vague sense of anxiety is lingering.

He tossed and turned, rolled back and forth on the bed, and got up again.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, his head was empty, his eyes were half-closed, as if he was asleep, but he didn't seem to be asleep.

173.

The light and shadow slowly rotated in his Yuanhai, emitting a bright and bright light.

He concentrated his mind slightly, realizing that it seemed to be the bit of fairy energy given to him by the fairy.

With a jerk, he woke up.

Use your mind to touch and absorb this immortal energy tentatively.

174.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

The moonlight outside the window gradually faded, and a little white light shone in the east.

Its daybreak.

175.

Xiao Yuhua is almost self-taught, he has never been in contact with cultivation of immortals or martial arts before.

But like an innate talent, he knows how to accept and absorb this immortal energy.

He practiced painstakingly in the middle of the night, entangled with that fairy energy, pulled it back and forth, and finally tamed it.

Seeing a white light flash between his eyebrows, he suddenly opened his eyes and said with a smile, "I succeeded!"

176.

He raised his hand a little between his eyebrows, and slowly drew out a slender light.

The ray of light chased his fingertips around a few times, and burst into a dazzling white light.

In this ball of white light, the outline of a fairy sword is faintly revealed.

177.

Xiao Yuhua was overjoyed, so he reached into the ball of white light with one hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword, swept the sword horizontally, and the white light disappeared instantly.

Looking at this sword again, the blade is dark green in color, with a faint cold light all over the body, and the blade is sharp.

Taking a closer look, there are fine lines all over the body of the sword, like morning fog, faintly visible.

Xiao Yuhua couldn't put it down because he couldn't put it down, so he jumped off the bed and ran barefoot to the yard to practice the sword technique he had memorized earlier.

178.

He just opened his posture, stabbed out with the sword, and the sword went soft.

The entire sword body seemed to be a silk ribbon, fluttering in the wind.

He put the sword away and held it in front of his eyes for a closer look, it straightened back in an instant, and when he knocked on the blade, it was also hard.

He stabbed out with the sword again, and the sword became soft again, shaking back and forth.

This time it was definitely not his dazzle.

179.

Xiao Yuhua went back and forth dozens of times with his sword out and his sword out, and it was always the same scene.

He was going crazy, could it be that this fairy sword still had intelligence, and was deliberately playing tricks on him?

Holding back his anger, he flicked the blade of the sword and threatened it: "I tell you, if you dare to be soft again, I will call you a softie in the future! I mean what I say."

After a good communication with this fairy sword, and a unilateral agreement was reached, he tentatively and slowly stabbed out.

It's soft again.

"Ah! You idiot! What kind of broken sword is this, I don't want it anymore!"

He raised his hand and threw it out.

The fairy sword slid in the air, turned in a circle, and with a whoosh, it turned into a little white light and went into his right ear.

180.

Xiao Yuhua sat on the ground collapsed, and said weakly: "Get out of here, you broken sword, I don't want you anymore."

Just finished speaking, the door of the west room slammed open.

Guzheng was wearing unlined clothes, standing at the door with disheveled hair, without raising her eyes, she opened her mouth and cursed: "What's the noise in the morning, my aunt is asleep!"

181.

Xiao Yuhua was so frightened by her yell that he jumped up from the ground, and felt a little ashamed unconsciously, lest she see how useless he was just now.

He apologized to her: "Sorry, I disturbed you."

Guzheng looked up: "If you know you're wrong, then...just..."

She gradually opened her mouth wide, and swallowed the words that followed, almost biting her tongue.

Xiao Yuhua stared blankly at her, thinking she had something to order.

Who would have thought that the girl didn't say a word, turned around and ran back to the house, closing the door again with a bang.

"Ahhh... Sister! Sister! Wake up, there is a super beautiful fairy standing in our yard! I even scolded him, I haven't changed my clothes, I haven't put on makeup yet, I just went out like this God! He saw me, so ugly, I'm going to die, let me die!"

Gu Qin sat up impatiently from the bed, and cursed: "You are dreaming! Don't disturb me to sleep."

Gu Zheng didn't bother to pay attention to her, so she sat in front of the dressing table and frantically applied powder, thrush and rouge.

While praying secretly in my heart: "Don't leave, wait for me for a while, just for a while..."

182.

Xiao Yuhua didn't know what was wrong with this girl, it was very inexplicable.

I went to fetch water to wash up, and when I tied my hair in front of the mirror, I realized that my appearance was the same as in the previous life, and there was no change.

Did he have this appearance before, or did he become this appearance because his soul fell on this body?

But I can't tell.

Did he become Xiao Yuhua, or did Xiao Yuhua become him?

This is also unclear.

It's just that when he looked at the person in the mirror, he felt a little dazed, and sat there blankly, without moving for a long time.

183.

He was secretly sad when he saw Guzheng rushing in, hugged him, and shouted: "Xianjun, why are you sitting here?"

Xiao Yuhua turned her head, gave her a cold look, and said, "Sister Zheng, do I want to sit outside the house to make room for you?"

Guzheng was startled, quickly let go of her hand, and took a closer look, isn't this Xiao Yuhua?

She was a little flustered, and said, "This... this... you washed your face, I didn't recognize it for a while."

Xiao Yuhua was in a bad mood at this moment, and said with a straight face: "You go out first, I want to be alone for a while."

Gu Zheng was also a little puzzled, only wondering if this person is still that idiot Xiao Yuhua?

But he didn't dare to say anything more, he pursed his lips and backed out.

184.

Back in his room, he leaned in front of the bed and shouted Guqin, and asked, "Sister, you said that Xiao is stupid... Is Mr. Xiao good-looking?"

Guqin said impatiently: "No matter how good-looking he is, he is still a fool. What are you asking?"

Guzheng said: "I just saw him in the room. His expression was very cold, and he seemed to be clear-headed. He kicked me out without letting me speak. I was a little scared..."

"Really?" Gu Qin also woke up, with a hint of worry on her face.

"You said, we treated him like that before, if he recovers from his stupid disease, he will definitely come to trouble us, right?"

"I'll go take a look."

Guqin rolled her eyes uneasily, with an ugly expression on her face.

185.

Xiao Yuhua felt very hungry, and also felt very disappointed because of the fairy sword in the morning.

Could it be that he is doomed to have no talent for cultivating immortals?Can't he learn fairy art?

He is very smart, has read a series of books, and has a photographic memory, but it is all dead knowledge in books, and he has never practiced it, so it is no wonder that he is so unconfident.